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128,159 | Butterfly and Falcon | 'Oz's' group came down from the high pass before nightfall to find some shelter. They found a deep gully with a fast-flowing stream that ran down towards the Llobregat. The comrades found ledges and hollows along the rock face of the cliff and tried to rest.
It was growing colder still, and they huddled together to keep warm. To make things more uncomfortable, a shower swept down on them, freezing, sludgy rain heavy with ice.
'Oz' had wedged himself into a hollow in the rockface. The wind swept past him, freezing and bitingly cold, and he could feel his body heat being sucked out into the Pyrenees. He couldn't remember feeling so miserable before in his life.
Something scraped, and another body tumbled into his hideaway. It was Catalina. She put her arms around him and pressed herself to his body. 'Oz' could feel her shivering, her face was bluish, and he pulled her against his chest. She left the merest hint of warmth where she breathed into the comfort of his body. Eventually, she stopped shaking and dozed. He himself slept fitfully, woke, and checked that Catalina was still breathing. She was, and he relaxed a little.
Captain Chernagovka came and fetched John in the morning in a military car. He farewelled Benin with a long, lingering embrace. She told him, smiling, that he should not leave the aeroplanes waiting too long. She waved as the car sped off towards the Air Force's facility.
She looked down the phone list provided by the RAFTRWI Welfare Office, part of the package of materiel provided to them by the Air Force. She found the Medical Service and dialed the number. This was time to practice her newly acquired Russian phrases. She'd practiced the night before.
John was driven to a large hangar, something of a centrepiece in the Aircraft Testing area of the complex. A group of uniformed people had been lined up as a sort of reception committee. They all had their pilot's brevet proudly displayed on their chests and wore the short khaki quilted jacket permitted for air force personnel. The Captain explained that these were the cream of the Air Force's test pilots, the very best, and they were all anxious to meet him.
"Why?" John asked, bemused.
"Because you've been in combat," he replied, "and this," he smiled like a cheetah. In his hand was a copy of the 'Red Star,' the Air Force's newspaper. On the front page was a photo of him, in Spanish Uniform, standing proudly in front of an I16 Mosca. He barely remembered when the photo was taken. Maybe 2 years ago, he thought, when the squadron received its first Mk 10. "You're a star, yes, like Hollywood film!" the Captain laughed.
The Captain introduced each Officer, who warmly shook John's hand. When the formality was over, they mobbed him, firing questions at him that totally defeated John's limited understanding of the language. John stood among them, embarrassed and confused by the adulation. The Captain laughingly told everyone to ask questions one at a time, and he would translate.
"Perhaps," he said, "we should make ourselves more comfortable? Over tea and some breakfast?" John readily agreed, he was finding it hard to cope.
In the dining room, they all sat at a large table, upon which was placed a samovar. The Captain poured for John. He was growing accustomed to Russian tea, strong, black, and sweet.
"You fight Messerschmitt?" asked a woman, in English. She was blond and pretty, perhaps in her late twenties, and wore the ribbon of the Order of the Red Star.
"Yes," John told her, "some 'C' and 'D' models. The 'E' hadn't arrived by the time our squadron disbanded."
"Ah! And you shoot one down?"
"No," he replied, sadly, "I didn't get the pleasure." They all laughed at that, especially after the Captain translated for the non-English speakers.
Another asked a question in Russian.
"Lieutenant Smilovich wants to know whether you can turn inside a Messerschmitt in an I16?"
"Yes," John explained, "but they can outclimb and outdive you. They will not turn if you get on the tail of one. Instead, they'll roll over and dive straight down or go up in a loop. If you try to follow, they'll come down on top of you."
"An Immelmann turn?" suggested the woman as the Captain translated for the others.
"Sometimes," he agreed, "but mostly a basic loop or a split 'S'"
"Ah!"
"Formation?" the Captain asked, "what's their basic formation in combat?"
"The 'Kette,' a man and his wingman, behind and slightly above, in a loose formation of four."
"Ah!"
The conversation wound on for an hour as more tea arrived. They all wanted to know about the Messerschmitt Bf 109. Apparently, all of the Red Air Force's combat fighter pilots were spooked by the new German fighter. Designers and technicians had been working overtime to develop a response to the challenge. It dawned on John just why he'd been 'invited' to the facility, perhaps why he and Benin had been brought to Russia in the first place? He was one of only a handful of pilots that had encountered, and fought, the '109.'
Later, the group led him through to the hangar. There, in the centre of the cavernous building, was an aircraft, a single-engined monoplane. The engine panels were open, and a mechanic was working on it, standing on a scaffold. Several other technicians smiled when they saw John. They were clearly proud of their baby.
John looked up at the open engine compartment. It was an inline, a V12, liquid-cooled, and on the right cylinder head, he could see stamped, 'Hispano-Suiza' and below it 'France.' It was an engine John was familiar with, the latest 'Moteur-Canon' version of the H-S 12Y. The Captain told him Russia had obtained the production license, and it was going to be the standard in-line engine for Soviet fighter aircraft.
"Good!" he told them. It was a very reliable and powerful engine, although not particularly efficient at high altitude. John assumed the Russians would have known that.
He continued to walk around the aircraft, studying its lines, imagining it in combat, and its aerobatic potential. As he continued to study it, John became disappointed, then alarmed. He didn't care about crushing the egos of the technicians, standing so proud and waiting for John's nod. He was alarmed for the young pilots that would have to fly it in combat against the best fighter in the World. John thought it was a dog, and he had to tell them so.
Firstly, the motor; it was short-winded at the altitude the Messerschmitt prefers. An enemy flying the '109' just needed to climb, and this aircraft would be at a severe disadvantage. Secondly, the design itself, and here, John mused, is why pilots should be consulted by designers before any metal is cut.
The nose was too long, and the cockpit was set too far back for forward vision. The pilot sat almost level with the trailing edge of the wing and thus had no view downwards. The wings were short, not a bad thing in an aerobatic aircraft, but it meant the landing speed would have to be very high. That, coupled with the extremely limited forward view, meant that it would be highly dangerous to land in perfect conditions. The presence of any crosswinds, battle damage, or a rough improvised landing strip, and the aircraft would be positively lethal for even an experienced pilot.
"It was designed by a team led by a young, new designer called Mikoyan," the Captain explained. "he was assisted by an old hand, a fellow called Dr Gurevich. We call it the MiG 3. What do you think?"
"They should be shot!" John told him. The Captain's face froze.
The woman Doctor returned smiling. She pulled back the curtain behind which Benin was putting her clothes back on. The Doctor's smile was all Benin needed. She grinned back.
"When?" Benin asked.
"On or about the middle of August," she replied. Benin counted back the days in her head. She thought it must have been on the 'Tchervonya Ukrainiya.' She smiled at the thought. 'John had been so tender, so considerate.'
She wished he could've been here instead of buzzing around in the aeroplanes he so loved. She hoped it wouldn't always be so, that she'd take second place to a machine.
"You wish to send a message to your husband?" the Doctor asked. 'Husband,' Benin thought. Yes, she supposed convention would mean marriage. It would certainly be less complicated in the long run, but she wasn't sure whether she was ready. It meant readjusting her whole political outlook, to take on an institution she once swore would never be her destiny. 'A form of bondage,' she recalled, 'a bourgeois property contract'! At least, she thought, the Russians do it in a civil ceremony in front of a State-appointed official. She couldn't see herself in a church, bowing in front of the altar, while a robed priest droned on in Latin.
"Madam?"
"Sure," Benin replied, "by all means. Send a message to my 'husband'"
'Oz' woke with a start.The sun filtered into the gully, sending bright gold shafts of light onto the sparkling, clear waters of the stream. Catalina stirred beside him. She wiped her face on his jacket before looking up, bleary-eyed and smiling.
"It's morning?" she said. 'Oz' nodded. "We survived!" she added. John nodded again. He hoped the rest of them were in the same condition.
Outside, they heard the stirrings of life as the rest of their friends stumbled out from their shelters. Someone urinated into the stream just outside, muttering. A man stumbled past looking for firewood. Beni appeared and beamed at them.
"That's all of us!" he said, delighted.
No breakfast was forthcoming, as the last of their food had been eaten. They were all fatigued, cold, and wet from the previous night's shower, yet Catalina still found the energy to start singing. 'Oz' thought she was the most remarkable woman he had ever met.
Just then, there was a shower of stones, and two men slid down the cliff above them. They wore heavy snow suits and felt boots, with an ice axe vying with ammunition pouches on their belts. On their heads, they wore woolen balaclavas, and over their shoulders, short, repeating carbines.
The comrades scrambled for their weapons or ducked for cover. The two newcomers, however, put up their hands and called for calm. Their accents were strange to 'Oz's ears. Catalina whispered to him that they were Basques, and no friends of Franco.
"Where y'goin'?" one of the men asked.
"France," Beni answered.
"How?"
Beni shrugged. He admitted he had no idea.
The man whistled through his teeth. Catalina explained, quietly, that the Basques do that all the time.
"Y'come, I show!" the man said. They hastily grabbed their belongings and stumbled after the fast-moving Basque guerillas as best they could.
John had raised a hornet's nest. In the near distance, behind a closed door, he could hear angry voices, raised and agitated. He had been left standing in the middle of the hangar in front of the aircraft he instantly loathed, and had bluntly criticized in front of its proud technicians.
Reputations must have been riding on his approval, John thought, because the Russians, technical and operations alike, had flown into a frenzy when he made his pronouncement.
A figure came up alongside him. It was the woman, the blonde test pilot he had talked to in the dining hall. She was grinning evilly.
"You told them the MiG 3 is a piece of shit?" she said.
"Yes," he answered.
"I tell them," she chuckled, "we all say the same thing, but they not listen. Maybe they listen now?"
"I hope so," John said, "because, if I was a squadron commander, I wouldn't want to send my boys up in one."
"Nor me," she agreed, "or girls either." John grinned at the mild reproach. "I'm Jana Ivanova, in case you forgot," she told him, "senior pilot here."
John shook her hand. He had forgotten her name. Unknown to John, Jana Ivanova was as near a star as was possible in Stalin's Russia. She had been an aerobatic and display pilot before being assigned to RAFTRWI. She had travelled throughout Russia, exciting crowds with her feats of aerial dexterity, in a kind of road show to display Soviet aviation to the masses. She had also toured in the West, had starred for the Russian team at air displays in France and Germany. And, when all was said and done, she looked like a Hollywood film star with her long blonde hair and favorable genes. She was something of a poster girl for the new Russia, the attractive face of the Soviet system to display to the West.
"You see," she explained, "here in Russia, it's all about friends and arse-licking. Mikoyan, he's liked in the Ministry, and he goes out of his way to suck up. He made some very good aerobatic machines for the team in France. The Ministry liked the, how you say, 'praise' the foreigners gave to the Russian team. The bureaucrats all got medals for doing a good job and showing Russia is top in aviation. But it's all bullshit. We had the best pilots, and we could have won the competitions with a better plane. But Mikoyan, he praised the plane and blamed the pilots."
"Where'd you come in the competitions?"
"Third, behind Germans and British. Is unforgivable to come behind the Germans," she smiled. "I got sacked from the team and posted here. Is good, I'm sick of bullshit."
"Looks like it's followed you," John said, nodding towards the shouting.
"Yes," she sighed, "but now, at least, they'll turn on you!"
"Thanks!"
"You're safe," she said, "you've fought Messerschmitts, they need you. They can't say you know nothing because you've proved in Spain that you do. How many Fascists you shoot down?"
"5 or 6. 1 unconfirmed."
"There! Under Red Air Force criteria, that makes you an ace. They can't dismiss your opinion or they make themselves look stupid. You're good for us," she added, "you give authority to all of us pilots because you say the same thing that we do. We want the Yak 1, it's a much better aircraft, but Dr Yakovlev, its designer, does not have the same influence at the Ministry as Mikoyan. It's also the LaGG 3, a much better plane too, but we don't have a suitable engine for it in Russia."
"Ah, the Hispano-Suiza?"
"Exactly. We want the American Pratt and Whitney or British Bristol."
"Radials?"
"Yes, you see, liquid-cooled inlines are fine, but they require lots of maintenance by skilled mechanics. In Russia, we mostly fly from dispersal strips, most often in the middle of nowhere. It's the way we intend to fight the Germans when they come. Radials, they don't need so much attention, are air-cooled, so no radiators to worry about in combat."
"True," John agreed, "but they're bulky?"
"Yes, but who gives a shit when they can turn up over 1200 horsepower? It's brutal, maybe, but thrilling!" she smiled excitedly.
John laughed. 'What a woman!' he thought.
By the time they had made their way out of the gully where they had spent the night, the comrades had straggled out into a running, stumbling rabble desperately trying to keep up with the two Basques. Even Catalina was panting like a steam train behind 'Oz', kicked against a rock and cannoned into him, nearly knocking him down. 'Oz' turned and grabbed her, hauling her back onto her feet. She smiled a thank you and kept on running.
At last, they saw those ahead had stopped. They gathered below a large fissure in the rock wall. As 'Oz' and Catalina arrived, a rope dropped down the fissure, and the first of the comrades began to climb. 'Oz' looked up and saw one of the Basques, the rope wound around his waist, urging the climbers to hurry.
Thankfully, they only had to climb up the fissure about 30 metres. 'Oz' followed Catalina. She wasn't that confident a climber on the rope, but she was determined to get to the top. The comrades, those at the top as well as those on the bottom, cheered her on. When she finally stumbled to the top, she grinned and bowed to cheers and claps. 'Oz,' lean, but with good upper body strength, sprang up the rope as if he had been doing it all his life. Catalina gave him an admiring look.
At the top was a flat ridge with a beaten path winding along the top of it. On either side, the ground fell steeply away into deep gullies. If someone fell off the path, they were history.
The Basques were well out of sight as the comrades stumbled along the ridge. Some took off their guns and packs and slung them into the gully so they could move more easily. One of the Basques appeared ahead and urged them faster and faster. At last, 'Oz' and Catalina rounded a bend and ran straight into a group of the comrades, stopped and staring.
Ahead, the track ran down in easy stages into a broad, green valley. It was beautiful and peaceful, like a picture postcard, with fields, farmhouses, a distant road, and a little village perched on the flank of a mountain.
The comrades sat down or leaned against the rock to catch their breath. Some hugged each other. Catalina came and put her arm around 'Oz' as casually as if they were man and wife. 'Oz' circled her waist, and she leaned against him, still huffing from the exertion.
"There!" one of the Basques pointed at the village, "Mont St Louis. You go to cousin of mine in big house by mill."
"Where are we?" someone asked.
"Tet valley," the man said, "that road leads down to Perpignan."
"France?"
"Yes, of course, France."
The comrades all cheered again. There were more hugs and kisses, and Catalina began singing again. 'Oz' kissed her on the mouth. He said to shut her up.
John had to explain, for perhaps the third time, his opinion of the MiG 3. Another group of technicians arrived at the meeting room, and, again, he had to go through all his points. He was growing tired and frustrated. This wasn't what he had expected when he left the Pravda that morning.
Eventually, they broke for lunch, and he fled to the dining hall. The test pilots gravitated to his table. He felt like part of a leper colony as the scientists, draftsmen, and technicians became locked into animated discussions around them. Jana wore a permanent grin on her face and whispered jokes to the others in Russian. Now and then, they'd break out in laughter to the annoyance of the tables around them. She was obviously enjoying herself.
"That's him," Jana nudged John's elbow, "Mikoyan. He's not happy." John followed her eyes and spotted a man in a suit with a scowl on his face. He looked briefly at them before joining a table at the far side of the room.
"I wonder what the discussion's about at their table?" John asked. There were hoots of laughter from the pilots after Jana translated.
Things improved in the afternoon.Chernagovka took John out to a testing field and showed him a Yak 1. It was more conventional in design than the MiG but was a clean design and practical. Yakovlev had powered it with an M105P V12, a Soviet development by Dr. Mikhunin of an earlier version of the Hispano-Suiza 12Y 'Moteur Canon.'
Aero engines were a headache for the Ministry of Aircraft Procurement in Moscow during the period of rearmament before World War 2. For years, their high-performance aircraft relied on developments of the American Wright Cyclone Radial, the M25 series, but that engine had reached the end of its potential as far as Soviet engine designers were concerned. It couldn't produce the power necessary for modern fighter aircraft.
Two important deals had been done during the thirties with the French Companies of Hispano-Suiza and Gnome et Rhone. The Hispano-Suiza became the basis for the M100 series; Gnome-Rhone, the M82 radials. Neither engine was completely satisfactory as far as power delivery, especially at high altitude, and it wasn't until new Western technology arrived, via the Murmansk convoys from 1941, did Russia find the power it needed.
The LaGG 3 was grafted to an immense American radial, the Pratt and Whitney Double Wasp of over 2000hp and became the Lavochkin La5, perhaps the best fighter aircraft on the Eastern front in 1944.
John got his chance to fly, and he came home happy.
Back in the 11th century, a Franco-Norman army led by one Duc Roland, probably a Norman, and consisting of the 'Brotherhood of the 12 Peers,' was making its way over the Pyrenees to join a crusade against the Moors of Spain. Somewhere near the valley of Roncenvalles, it was comprehensively crushed by a Basque army; the 'twelve peers,' as well as Roland, were all slain. No doubt the Basques were looking for plunder, an early medieval pastime, but also they were probably defending themselves against a scavenging army of mercenaries noted for their taste for sadistic brutality (i.e., Crusaders).
The origins of the Basques are shrouded in mystery and speculation. Their language is unique, totally unlike anything in the Indo-European group. But, they've defended their turf for hundreds of years against numerous invaders. They introduced the term 'guerilla' to the English language when, during the Peninsular War of 1809, they tied up French forces 10 times their size with hit-and-run tactics. Nobody can teach a Basque anything about 'irregular warfare' because they wrote the manual.
As 'Oz' and the comrades made their way slowly down the mountain, people started to appear as if from nowhere. In some ways, coming down was harder than going up, and they stumbled and fell, picked themselves up, and pressed on.
An old woman was standing by the roadside. She gave each of them a kiss as they passed. Two girls came and offered them bread, cheese, and thick chunks of greasy mutton. The food they scoffed as they marched on. A Gendarme came towards them, driving a donkey cart. He stopped and asked them for their weapons. These he had them stack in his cart before he trotted off.
Further on, 7 black-clad figures stood in a line, clapping and waving the red and black banner. 'Land and Liberty!' they shouted as the group arrived. 'Peace and Justice!' the group yelled back. Then came something 'Oz' most feared but saw as inevitable. Catalina burst into song.
They were greeted enthusiastically and emotionally by the community of Mont Louis. Mont Louis was a Basque community, and the Basques in this part of the Pyrenees were solidly Anarcho-Syndicalist. To the Basques, the French/Spanish border was irrelevant. This was their country, and they'll go wherever they like in it.
They were led to a large barn, the one belonging to the cousin of their rescuer, and were offered it as accommodation. More food arrived in baskets, and clothing, freshly laundered, came carried by women appearing as old as the mountains.
As they tucked into their first straight meal in a week, the cart pulled up with their weapons. These the men of the village handed back to their owners. Some comrades elected to donate their guns to their hosts, while others chose to hang on to them in the meantime. 'Oz' gave his PPD to a mustachioed man. He grinned broadly at 'Oz' and crushed him in an embrace. 'Oz' offered to show him how to operate it, but there was no need. Nobody needed to explain to a Basque about weapons.
Later, 'Oz' and Catalina shared a carafe of wine with the comrades as they sat around a brazier in the barn. Some men from the village lingered to share news and get drunk with their visitors. He asked her why Anarchists didn't salute each other as the other militias did.
"The Communists clench their fists," he said, "the Fascists extend their arms. And as for the military..."
"It's anti-libertarian," she said, something the worse for drink, "it's subservience to bourgeois centrism." 'Oz,' shaking his head, regretted asking the question.
When John arrived home to the Pravda, he was still on a high from his flight in the Yak. When he burst through the door, Benin was waiting for him, grinning broadly. She'd just had a bath, she had her hair wrapped in a towel, and she wore a long dressing gown tied at the waist.
Benin opened her mouth, but John didn't give her a chance to speak. He picked her up and carried her through to the bedroom, giggling. Depositing her on the bed, he lay on her. This time, however, he was careful to support his own weight on his elbows. He then gave her a long, lingering, passionate kiss, which she returned with equal ferocity.
He pulled apart her gown and kissed and sucked his way to her bare breasts. Her nipples puckered, and her chest heaved as John lapped her chest.
Benin dragged at his jacket, and he obliged by standing up and pulling it off. He released his tie, shirt, and dropped his trousers desperately. Benin, bemused, untied her gown and eased herself out of it. When John had finished undressing, she was waiting expectantly.
Finally, both naked, Benin made a place for him on the bed, and he laid himself beside her. Taking her in his arms, he continued to kiss and touch. Slowly, he worked his way on top once again, and Benin lifted her legs to greet him.
She took his cock and placed it in the familiar notch between her legs. Sighing, she felt him slide slowly into her, and she locked her feet over the back of his strong thighs.
"Did you have a good day?" she whispered to him.
"The best!" he grinned, "you?"
"Oh yes, baby, oh yes!" | 1 |
135 | His Sexpot Sis | "Shawn Addison, you're a perverted bastard and I won't do it, not even for you. Haven't you any respect for me at all?" Shawn closed the bathroom door and leaned up against it as he studied his sister's angry face. She stood inches away from him with her balled fists on her hips waiting for him to say something.
"You wouldn't dare ask any other girl to do it," she flared. "It's unnatural, Shawn."
"Shut up, Jodi. You're as perverted as I am, my dear, sweet, innocent sister. And you'll do it because you promised me anything I wanted." He unbuckled his trousers and let them drop. Very slowly he inched down his underpants and saw her eyes swoop between his legs.
"You'll be sorry, Shawn," she whispered and gulped as she watched his huge cock spring to life, a magnificent prick fully eight inches long with a tortuous, bulbous cock head. It swung like a scythe as he moved over to the bath and bent over.
"Shave me, Jodi, down and around my balls so when I take you I can feel every velvet inch of your body up against me."
She moved toward him in a trance and absently picked up the electric shaver that would shear the golden hairs off his spunk-filled balls. She dropped down onto her knees and her eyes fixed on his pendulous balls. They were big, she told herself, too big for a teenager. But so was his cock. There was nothing small about him.
"Take a good look, Jodi. We have the whole house to ourselves and we won't be disturbed."
She shook her head as she came out of her trance. He was right. They were alone with their parents off on vacation. She thumbed the switch on the shaver and it buzzed to life as she lightly brushed it up between his bum cheeks. Bending her head slightly she blew a cloud of fine golden hairs from between his spread buttocks and with a giggle gave them a playful smack.
"Ouch! That hurt. Stop it. Remember, It's your birthday in a few weeks," he reminded her.
She started to tingle all over as she thought about their bargain of giving themselves to each other as absolute slaves as birthday presents. Then he'd be at her feet obeying her every will as she had to now.
He turned his head and looked over his shoulder at her, his eyes shining mischievously as a hundred lurid pictures skipped through his head of the things he would make her do.
Jodi had short brown hair with blonde tips styled as an urchin cut. She was medium build with a round cheeky face. Her nose was wide and ran within an inch of her sulky mouth. Her pouting lips were always moist and slightly apart like she was holding her breath. Right now she was naked and her small, tight titties were erect with her dark nipples extended. Her stomach was flat and without an ounce of fat rising only a little around her love mound that she kept shaved. Without a vee of hair her puffy cunt hole showed like a rosebud about to burst into bloom. She arched her back and returned his searching look, enjoying being admired and wanted. She could almost read his mind and she smiled to herself. Maybe he was right and she was as perverted as he was. In fact she would probably invent a few of the games they would play to celebrate his birthday. Damn him, he was so good looking, what girl wouldn't want to go to bed with him?
He had an untidy mop of sandy hair and piercing blue eyes. His mouth laughed all the time. Now he was standing up and turning around and mechanically she whisked the buzzing shaver around his balls and circled his cock stem. His prick stood curved and glistening with bath oil and it jerked spasmodically as if it wanted to rear up even larger.
"It's beautiful," she whispered and caught her breath wishing she hadn't said it. With her free hand she reached and her fingers danced from his cock head to his now-hairless balls. It was like she had waited all of her young life for today, and it was theirs and theirs alone.
"Suck it," he invited with a low choking growl wanting to see his cock slowly disappear between her wet lips down her throat. He imagined he could feel her small white teeth nibbling and biting his quivering pole. He moaned in anticipation as he stared unashamed into her enormous blue eyes.
"Not yet, darling. Let's go into my bedroom." Her eyes teased him. "There's something I want you to do. I'm sure you'll like it."
"What?" He was cautious now.
"Come on." She grabbed at his throbbing dong and had him from the bathroom. Letting go of him she skipped across the hall to her room.
Meekly, he followed her thinking of all the things he would love to do to her delicious round, tight bottom and thinking of the time he had seen their mother spanking it when she had been naughty. He had watched through the crack of her door as her bottom flushed pink, then angry red and she had squirmed across her mother's knee. How she had hollered and bawled for her to stop. Strangely, it had excited him and he had had to rush into his room to relieve himself.
Going into her bedroom he felt guilty, for like their parents room it was out of bounds. He looked around at the frilly curtain billowing at the open window and at the forget-me-knot wallpaper. His feet were buried in the thick wool carpet as he went and stood at the end of her single bed - catching sight of himself in the full-length mirror attached to the wardrobe door. For a split second he stood stock still, seeing himself now as she saw him. His hands started to move down to cover his thrashing weapon, then stopped. He didn't have to cover himself this time.
She was searching through a chest of drawers and she let out a cry of delight and looked over at him with an impish grin.
"Now what are you up to?" he asked going over to her. His hand dropped to stroke her curved bottom and he pinched the soft flesh, slowly inching his fingers into the dark recess of her swell.
"Look!" She held up a pair of black panties frilled with lace and a pair of black stockings.
He frowned, not understanding.
She found a miniscule skirt in the drawer and giggled.
"I don't want you to dress," he grumbled.
"I'm not going to," she laughed. "I want you to put them on, Shawn."
"Me! But that's silly."
"No it's not. Be a sport and dress, like a girl. It'll be fun."
"No," he said flatly.
"Why not? Some men wear girl's clothes and like it."
"I'm not like that," he scowled.
"How do you know if you haven't tried it?"
"I just know, that's all"
"Here, catch." She tossed the black panties at him. "They'll fit so snug around your bottom. I must see them on you."
He crushed them in his hands and grinned crookedly at her. Why not humor her if that was what she wanted? He bent and put his foot through one leg and then the other and inched them up with some difficulty. They bit into his skin and he had to bend his cock down to cover it.
"Now these." She came close to him and knelt and eased his toes into the black stockings and rolled them up his legs, over his quivering buttocks, lightly touching his cock as she drew the caressing silk up to his waist.
"The last thing is the skirt, Shawn." She held it out to him.
His fingers touched hers as he took the garment from her.
"You look fantastic, Shawn."
"You're just saying that to urge me on."
"No I'm not." Her voice trembled. It did something to her, seeing him in her underwear.
He dragged the miniskirt up around his narrow hips and zipped it with the awful feeling that someone might come and catch him. He shrugged the feeling off because the nearest neighbor to their home was over a mile away. There were lots of advantages having up in the hills away from everyone, he thought idly.
"Turn around, Shawn. Mmmmmm-nice. Bend over." She giggled. "All you need now is a bra."
"No," he said firmly and started to unzip the skirt.
"Don't take it off," she said sharply. "Not yet. It's only a game."
"But I feel silly."
"Keep them on, for me, please," she begged.
The tight material around his hairless prick made him feel randy and he needed to be careful not to blow and cream in his sisters panties. What a waste that would be when her gaping quim, so moist and hungry for it, was only inches away.
"Shawn," she said, awfully slowly.
"What?"
"Be honest. You like it, don't you? I mean, your cock is still hard; I can see it bulging to get out."
"That's because I'm thinking of you and looking at you, Jodi."
"Maybe, maybe not. It doesn't matter." She sat down on a stool and crossed her legs artfully. "How many times do you think you could fuck a girl in a day and a night, Shawn? I mean fuck properly, blowing and everything?"
He blushed crimson because of the way she came out with it, the way she was looking at him.
"Well, how many times is the most you've played with yourself and come in a day and a night," she asked coyly and uncrossed her legs. Her creamy thighs opened just a little, promising so much.
"I don't play with myself," he said hotly and in the mirror saw the filmy lace of the panties showing through the stockings.
"Course you do. Matter of fact," she said softly, "I`ve seen you do it. I've watched you rubbing up your cock and your spunk shooting out everywhere."
"When?" he hollered.
"Lots of times, silly. You hardly ever shut your bedroom door and I have to pass it to go to the toilet."
"You've been spying on me," he looked away from her and wondered what else she might have seen.
"It doesn't matter does it? Anyway, you haven't answered my question." Her thighs parted a little more and her hands fell into her lap as if to say that she had played with herself and it was all quite natural.
"Well," he hesitated.
"Go on."
He thought for a minute. "I dunno. A whole day and a night? I guess, six, seven times-why?"
"Isn't it obvious?"
"No. What are you getting at, Jodi?"
"You idiot. I want to know how many times you can fuck me before your birthday is over with." Her legs sprawled open showing her sticky hole with the love lips parted and fleshy, and urgently in need of a cock.
"Jodi-you're a whore," he grinned and looked into the unwinking eye of her cunt wondering how many times he would be able to fuck it before the day was done with.
"So I'm a whore." She closed her legs. There was a note of finality in the way she did it. "You'd better take your girlie clothes off, Shawn;" she sniffed.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to call you that. I said it in a nice way of wanting to think of you hot and horny," he mumbled as he undressed. "There's not a girl" in the whole of Adelaide as hot as you, as lovely and delicious," he said to sooth her.
She got up from the stool and went over to the bed and flung herself down on her back pretending she wasn't listening to him. She squirmed around and lifted her knees and they framed him struggling to get the stockings off.
"Are you angry with me?" He stood up and kicked the clothes away.
"No." Her legs were spread wide and she stared at his cock as a bead of glistening spunk oozed from his soaring fuck stick. If only he knew how much she wanted that throbbing prick up her, the fool.
He trooped over to her bed and stood looking down at her, knowing that she wanted him to rape her with his eyes.
"Do you want to fuck me, Shawn?"
He nodded yes.
"You call me a whore but you want to fuck me-your own sister," she sniggered. "You're nothing but a bastard, do you know that!"
"Please, Jodi." His hand closed around the stem of his cock and he started to masturbate himself slowly.
"Don't do that," she cried out. "It's a waste."
"But I thought ..."
"I don't care what you thought. If you want to fuck me then get up on the bed and get on with it," she screamed at him and her whole body trembled."I might even be able to give you a hand," she called over her shoulder. Turning in to the bathroom, she faced him and looked him straight into his eyes as she leaned up against the wall, her eyelashes fluttering innocently.
Shawn crouched behind the bushes waiting for her to come back. She didn't know what she was doing. What on earth was keeping her? Didn't she realize what could happen, or didn't she care?
"Been doing a little of sun bathing," mumbled Edward, as he dropped his bag of tools on the floor and pretended to inspect the hot water tank.
"Yes. I can put some clothes on, though, if I'm distracting you!" she said gently.
"No, you're not distracting me," he gulped as she squatted down next to him and her red twat gaped open. His eyes fixed on a dribble of cum oozing down the inside of her leg. He started to sweat. She had made it quite clear that her parents were away and she was probably on her own. It looked to him like she was just begging to be fucked. He found a wrench in his bag and tightened a large nut on a pipe leading to the sink. But it was dangerous to touch her till she made her intentions absolutely clear. He flung the wrench back in to the bag and smiled at her.
"You slut, Jodi," snarled Shawn grinding his teeth. He'd have to go after her to see what she was up to. He bent double and crept around the bushes. Now he was out in the open and he raced across the lawn, expecting that at any moment the man would come out of the house. He reached the back door out of breath but he didn't go in. Instead he moved around the side of the house looking through the windows. Now he heard voices and he stood on his toes and managed to look through the bathroom window. He saw Jodi sitting on her haunches talking to the man squatting opposite her, and they were both chatting like they were old friends. The man's eyes were eating Jodi up and she appeared to be enjoying it.
"You're married and you say you have two children, a girl and a boy, Edward," said Jodi. "But you don't look old enough."
"I'm twenty-seven. How old are you, Jodi?"
"Eighteen, hot and bored," she said boldly, and her red lips pouted.
"Bored! A pretty thing like you."
"There's just nothing to do," she said blinking her big eyes. "I'm so glad you came, for company, Edward. Can you stay a little while?"
"Yes," he choked. "I'm my own boss," he said proudly, "I can stay for as long as you want." He dropped his hand on her knee.
"I'm so glad, Edward."
His hand slid along and dropped between her parted legs and touched her moist twat.
"It's awful being alone," she sighed.
He nodded and slid his index finger up into her cunt and twirled it around.
"Shall we go into the lounge, Edward, where it's more comfortable and we can relax. I could get you a drink!" She rose to her feet and moved away from him and his finger slid from her slit reluctantly.
Shawn heard every word and he couldn't believe his ears. He was livid and at the same time he was panic-stricken. She had made it perfectly clear that she was going to give herself to the stranger to do with what he liked. He moved away from the window and gingerly hobbled over the rough ground to the lounge room, not wanting to let her out of his sight.
Chapter 5
"I bet you're awfully hot in those heavy overalls, Edward. Why don't you take them off and make yourself more comfortable," said Jodi as she took him into the lounge. "While you're doing that I'll get you a drink. How does a cold beer sound?"
"Out of this world," grinned Edward, knowing he had guessed right. The hot little bitch was going to let him take her and it was just what he needed. He didn't need to be told twice take his clothes off. She wanted a good screwing, any fool could see that. It wasn't every day he came across a randy young girl needing cock so bad. All these things tumbled through his mind as he climbed out of his work clothes.
Shawn peered through the lounge room window and saw the stranger taking off his clothes. He was big and fat but that wasn't what took his eye. As the man climbed out of his underwear, his heavy cock sprung up like a pipe wrench. It was enormous ...
"I'm coming, Edward," called Jodi.
Shawn gulped. She'd never be able to take that. She didn't know what she was letting herself in for. He should go in and stop it all before it was too late. But he didn't; he stayed at the window, fascinated.
"Ooohhh, Edward," simpered Jodi coming into the lounge and bringing over a glass of beer. She set it down on the table.
"You did say undress," said Edward smugly, posing for her to get a good look at him.
"Yes, I did," she gulped. His prick was much longer, much fatter than Shawn's. Edward had a black mat of hair running down his chest to apex around his huge urging donger. Shawn had no hair on his chest. Edward's ball bag was like a cow's udder ...
Shawn gnawed the flesh on the inside of his mouth as he saw Jodi go over to the man and stand next to him to have her tits squeezed. Then she moved away and moved toward the window like she knew he was out there watching. Maybe the bitch was going to draw the curtains so he couldn't see what was going on! No, instead she partly opened the window and went back to the man. She knew he was there, watching, and she wanted him to hear what was going on as well, the whore.
Edward lay down on his back on the floor and she stood over him, lowering herself as his hand came up and his blunt fingers pulled open her cunt lips. Now she was on her haunches and he was able to suck her heaving cunt.
"Ooohhh, Edward, that's divine," she cried out. "What would your wife say if she knew?" She faced the window with Edward furiously sucking between her legs.
"Get down here, kid, under me," grunted Edward, pulling her down.
"I don't know, your cock is enormous. I've never seen one that big before," she called out.
"I won't hurt you. I'll give it to you slowly," he promised.
Jodi fell on her back, her legs climbing as Edward got between her thighs and fumbled to fit his huge weapon into her. She lay her head on one side and saw Shawn's nose glued to the window. It'd do him good to watch her being taken, she told herself. Let him see that other guys wanted her.
"You really want it, baby," mumbled Edward.
"Yes-yes," she wailed so Shawn could hear her. "You have such a big prick, Edward, and I need so much to be fucked. I want to feel it inch all the way up inside of me." She lifted her legs up and held them open, ready for his prick.
"And you shall, kid. Here it comes," snorted Edward.
"Aaahhhgggg! Ooohhh, Edward. That's beautiful. I've only had little boys' cocks before," she screamed out for Shawn's benefit. "Ram it all the way into me. I can take it," she cried gamely.
Shawn told himself it was all a dream and it wasn't really happening, but there it was right before his eyes and he wanted to smash through the window to tear the ugly brute off his sister. Instead he stood watching his thick fuck stick boring in and out of her stretched cunt. Her legs were wrapped around the man's back and she was taking all he gave her.
"Aaaggghhh, Edwaaarrrddd," she screamed, feeling herself cumming and seeing Shawn's angry face glaring at her, watching her get the fucking of a lifetime.
"There's more yet," shouted Edward, cupping and twisting her tits in his massive hands. He used them to pull himself into her.
"Beautiful fucker," she cried out as his cock pistoned in and out, her cum pouring from her cunt in a never-ending tide and running down between her ass cheeks.
Edward pinched her nipples hard with his fingertips till they were blood red and pulsing as he felt his spunk start to climb up his stalk. He rode her like she was a filly that had to be broken in, and finally his balls were hard up against her asshole.
"It's heavenly, Edward," she panted as she contracted her cunt muscles around his prick so he wouldn't pull out of her. She wanted him to shoot his whole sticky load right into her.
"I'm cumming," he croaked wildly and shoved his prick as far as it would go into her.
"Not yet, Edward, hold off, hold off till I'm ready to cum," she begged.
"It's too late. Uuuggghhh, aaaaaagggggghhhhhh!" he roared as his spunk started shooting from his prick deep inside of her, hissing and spurting as it shooted from his prick head to gush along her horny cunt walls.
"Yes, now, I'm ready," she wailed as his steaming hot spunk exploded inside her cunt and his prick jerked backward and forward inside her fur burger.
Edward collapsed on top of her, feeling his shiny length of prick shrinking and finally plopping out of her hole.
"I've never had it so good before," she gasped as she wriggled from under him. "Can you come again after you've rested?"
"Sure I can, kid. If you need it again." Suddenly his face froze and his leyes bulged.
"What's wrong, Edward?" She frowned "You look awful. Are you all right?"
"The window," he pointed. "There's someone out there, watching us." He started to panic. It had all been too easy. Maybe she had set him up. Maybe she was pregnant and wanted to hook a man to save her skin.
"Oh, that!" She relaxed. "It's nothing. It's only my brother, Shawn. He's been there all the time," she said casually.
"All the time? What's he doing there?"
"Watching us, Edward. It probably turned him on watching us fucking. Shall I get him?"
"No," he cried, catching her arm to stop her and he got up.
"Why not?" she laughed. "It could be fun. I've never been screwed by two guys at once before." She giggled at his horrified face and jumped up.
"No, don't. I can't stay. I must be going," he called after her as she bounded from the room. She was a nut and so was her brother. What had he got himself into?
"Shawn, where are you? Come on out," yelled Jodi, going around the side of the house looking for him. The idea had taken hold in her mind. It would be fantastic to have two cocks surging up and going inside of her ...Kyla was different and she could be dangerous if she talked. He could go to prison for what he had done. It shook him up. He had to go to her and tell her that he was sorry. He'd try and reason with her. It was all he could do. He put on a fresh pair of jocks and his dressing gown. It was a farce trying to look respectable now but seeing him naked might plunge her further into shock. They should be out of the bathroom and back in Jodi's room, he decided, and went to find out.
It seemed a long way from his room to Jodi's because his thoughts were in a whirl but he heard their voices and they were low and calm and he felt easier as he turned in at Jodi's door. He didn't know how he was going to start and he felt for the light switch near the door because the bedside light was off. As he thumbed it and the room was flooded with light he got the shock of his life. The two girls were on the bed and they were still naked. Jodi was kneeling lengthways across Kyla's body with her head buried between the girl's legs and she was eating Kyla's pussy with noisy smacking noises. Her legs were spread over Kyla's face and still opening as she lowered herself down to be sucked.
He stood there feeling silly as Jodi glanced up and smiled at him.
"It's all right. You can come in, Shawn, but only to watch." She bent her head and went right on sucking Kyla like nothing had happened.
Kyla let out little mewling sounds and her long legs closed around Jodi's head as her buttocks slowly lifted, enabling her to press her sore cunt against Jodi's searching tongue.
He watched them amazed, more so at Kyla who lay with her eyes half-closed and her tongue lazily washing around Jodi's hairless cunt. He saw her long tongue lapping and diving in and out of Jodi's cunt like it was the most natural thing in the world to do.
"I don't understand," he whispered.
"It's simple really," said Jodi between biting and sucking Kyla's creamy slit. "Kyla's never been touched by a man before, but she's been touched by plenty of women. You see, she's a natural lesbian. That's why she wanted to come and stay here tonight. She thought only I was interested in her and she wanted me to take her."
"Oh, I see," he said bitterly. "Then you don't need me anymore?" He started to go away.
"Don't be silly. Stay. I want Kyla to watch you fucking me." Jodi lifted her head and there was a ring of spunk around her lips. "I told her that way she might come to want a man. Now get those jocks off and let me see your cock get hard again," she grinned.
He brightened up and the thought of fucking Jodi in front of Kyla appealed to him. There was still the little matter of fucking Jodi's ass he reminded himself. He hadn't forgotten about it even if she had, and Kyla might just enjoy hearing Jodi screaming and wailing for a change.
"Take a look, Kyla," Jodi said quietly as she climbed up off her. "He has a magnificent prick, he really has. Look at his huge balls."
Kyla sat up and looked. She stared at his meaty fuckpole, remembering that not so long ago it had been wedged tightly in her snatch. Absently her fingers went down and rubbed her quim like she could still feel him rammed up hard inside of it.
"Does he, does he fuck you often, Jodi?" Kyla asked in a tiny voice.
"No. Today I let him have his way and he took me a few times. Now we've gone this far he'll probably take me often," she said lightly.
He felt their eyes going over him and he dropped his hand and crudely wrapped it around his prick so Kyla could see how long and how fat it was and he had the pleasure of seeing her blush crimson.
"Are you sure you don't want him to fuck you, Kyla?" Jodi's voice was low and calm and measured and she watched Kyla intently.
"It's so big," Kyla said in a hushed voice as she felt a strange stirring in the bottom of her stomach.
"Come closer, Shawn," Jodi beckoned. "Let her touch it. Let her hold it in her hand, and then she might let you put it between her lovely legs again."
He did as she said and moved against the side of the bed and took Kyla's hand. He squeezed it around his prick and showed her how to masturbate it.
"It's ugly, but, I don't know. I guess it's kind of nice," said Kyla looking up at him.
"Let me take you again," he whispered.
"I don't know. You hurt me so much."
"I won't this time, I promise."
"But you might." She lay back on the bed and opened her legs wanting him to do it without her saying so, but he didn't move. She spread her legs wide but still he stayed there.
"Hell, Shawn," Jodi exploded. "Can't you see she's telling you to get on top of her?"
Kyla's legs lifted up in the air and spread wide open, and she turned her head away, feeling a little cheap at offering herself like that.
He climbed between her scissoring thighs and stroked her moist pussy with his fingers.
"Oooohhhh!" she moaned.
He lay on top of her and mouthed her enormous nipples as he fitted his prick into her gaping quim.
"Just gently," Jodi warned and fingered herself in front of him to get him up as hard as possible..
"Aaaggghhh!" Kyla closed her eyes tight. "That's nice, Shawn. Oh my God, that's beautiful. For Christsake, Shawn, fuck me. I mean it you bastard. I want you to screw hell out of me," she screamed out and her legs went around his waist, locking him tight up against her as her hips rolled and heaved to get all the cock he could give her.
A knowing smile crept over Jodi's face. That was how it had been with her once she had tasted prick. Afterward you sure as hell couldn't get enough of it. Kyla would get her share tonight, they'd both see to that."That's an awful thing to say, John, of your own children," sighed Jill as her eyes went to Shawn, to his big broad shoulders, noticing that he was all grown-up. It was strange how she had hardly noticed before.
"Get out of that bed," cried John. "All of you. Jump to it," he snapped.
They got up looking sheepish and hung their heads.
"I ought to thrash the living daylights out of you," he shouted.
"Yes, you should, John," cried Jill with her eyes fixed on Shawn's cock. Even shriveled up it was still big, she thought, and it sent a thrill through her to look at him.
"You have to be punished," growled John turning to Jodi.
"Yes, Daddy," She stood with her legs slightly apart and her back straight, thrusting out her small breasts at him.
"You can take Shawn to our room, Jill, and attend to him while I take care of these two," he said in a strange voice.
"Of course. Come along with me, Shawn," she cried out, "You and I are going to have a long, long talk." She gently shut the door behind her as she ushered him from the room.
"I know we've all been very naughty, Daddy, but maybe I can explain," started Jodi as soon as her mother and Shawn left. She watched him, fascinated, as he started to unbuckle the heavy leather belt around his waist.
"You can spare me the details, Jodi. I can guess what's been going on. What's your name?" he fired at Kyla.
"It's Kyla, sir," she gasped.
"Well, Kyla, I don't know what to do with you as you're not my child, but you're just as involved as they are. I could phone your parents and tell them to come over and let them know what you've been up to."
"Oh, no, sir. Please don't. You can punish me any way you see fit, but don't tell my parents," she begged.
"Very well." He held his trouser belt loose in his hand and he folded it in two.
"Are you going to thrash us, Daddy?" Jodi blanched.
"I might." He smacked the belt against the palm of his hand. "I think I should. You can both bend over the bed. Hurry up now."
They started to whimper but did as they were told and bent over the low bed with their bottoms facing him. Jodi dared to look back over her shoulder and saw an expression on her father's face that she had never seen before. His eyes were filled with lust and his thick red lips were tight together as he came toward them, lifting the arm that was holding the strap.
There was the stinging smack of leather hitting bare flesh and Jodi screamed as the belt wrapped around her bare buttocks. The belt whistled back and flew through the air with a rush and wound itself around her smarting ass cheeks.
"Aaaggghhh," she cried out in pain.
"Don't you dare move, Jodi. Stay bent over," he commanded and gave her bottom another lick of the strap.
She hopped up and down feeling like her ass was on fire as the strap descended again and again.
"You can get up and stand lover there, Jodi," he ordered, and made her move to the side of Kyla. "Now it's your turn young lady. Have you ever been thrashed before?"
"No, sir, never," she whimpered.
Jodi saw her father smile and lift his arm and she watched the heavy belt whistle through the air and come down hard across Kyla's backside.
"Ooohhhh," Kyla moaned.
There was a single red welt across Kyla's bottom. The strap raised and fell and there was another welt, and then another crisscrossing the others.
"Yeeeooowww," how led Kyla and burst out crying.
Jodi watched the skin of Kyla's ass go scarlet and puffy as her father kept on belting her like he was never going to stop.
"There, you dirty little bitch. That'll teach you a lesson," he finally snarled and threw his belt across the room. "Now stand up."
Kyla faced him feeling ashamed. Her bottom throbbed and tingled from the thrashing he had given her.
"I'm sorry for what we did," Jodi said in a small voice.
"No you're not," he roared at her. "You're a cheap little slut," and he brought back his hand and struck her hard across her face.
She reeled backward. She had never known him to get this mad before and she was seeing a side of him that she didn't know existed. He was cruel and sadistic. That was probably why she had the same streak in her.
"You." He flung his finger imperiously at Kyla. "Tell me exactly what happened, and I'm warning you, if you tell me a single lie, I'll thrash you till you can't walk." He stood with his fists on his hips glaring at her.
"Everything?" she asked with a gulp.
"Yes," he bellowed.
"Well, I arrived here at a few minutes past eight tonight because Jodi had asked me to come and stay as it was Shawn's birthday," she began.
He listened in silence as she told him her story, even about the fact that she had been a virgin before Shawn took her and how Jodi had helped him get into her. How Jodi had held her down and said before the night was done she'd have Shawn's cock up her ass.
"It wasn't like that," Jodi screamed, and then went quiet as his cold eyes looked at her.
Kyla finished and stood rubbing her smarting bottom.
"And that's all?" he asked.
"Yes, sir. Then you and Mrs. Addison came in and caught us," Kyla tailed off.
"Jodi," he looked daggers at her. "Get back over the bed."
"No, daddy, no," she wailed.
"Do as I say," he roared.
"Yes, daddy." She knew she was in for the beating of a lifetime and smug little Kyla would watch and drool as her bottom colored up. She reluctantly went and bent over the bed. She waited and the waiting was a torment.
"Bend with your feet apart with your legs open," he snapped.
She did as she was told and felt the skin of her bottom tighten like a drum and knew his belt was going to hurt like hell now.
The leather belt hummed through the air gathering speed and came thrashing down.
"Aaaggghhh!"
Again.
"Yeeeooowww!"
Again and again and again.
"Oooooaaaagggghhhh!" she bellowed and her tears ran down her face. She heard Kyla giggle and she gritted her teeth knowing she was having a good look at her thrashed bottom.
The belt snaked through the air whistling all the way to smack and curl harder than ever and Jodi let out a long piercing scream and to her shame she found her cunt was opening up and a thin stream of golden piss streamed out of her.
"You dirty, good for nothing, cock-sucking little whore," he shouted as his arm went up and down with his belt drubbing her crimson buttocks.
"She's pissing herself," Kyla chortled.
Jodi heard her and hated her. It was all her fault she was getting another thrashing and, try as she did, she couldn't stop the golden waterfall until there was no more left in her to come.
"Now get up, you slut," he shouted at her.
She staggered to her feet and glared at him.
"If you want more, then I can give it to you," he snorted and shook the strap in her face ...The final two inches of his leathery prick drilled through her cunt lips and his whole cock started to corkscrew around inside Kyla, worming as deep as it was possible to get.
Her hands clutched at him with her fingers arched as her mouth opened and closed not releasing a sound. Her eyes bulged as she felt the heavy fleshy length writhing like a python along her love tunnel.
His pole greased with her cunt juice started to ride her backward and forward to siphon up his spunk from his ball bag.
The others sat close watching Kyla's agonized face and wondering how her tight hole could take so much punishment. They could see the thick cock driving in and out like a piston as her head tossed from side to side.
"You beautiful little bitch," he gasped through clenched teeth and put his big hands under her buttocks and spread her ass cheeks open so he drive his finger deep into her shit hole.
Kyla's lips trembled and she started to cry and her tears spilled down her cheeks. Being fucked was one thing but the indignity of being watched by the man's wife and children was too much for her.
"Careful, daddy. She's not on the pill," Jodi warned.
"John," Jill cried out. "Don't blow in her, you'll make the child pregnant and we don't want that."
He grunted and whipped his fuck pole out of her and sat back on his haunches staring at her gaping red hole.
"Why not suck her?" hissed Jill as she saw him looking at Kyla's quim. "It's a lovely hole, John. It's young and tender and I'd like to see your tongue go into it. Go on."
He nodded and wriggled backward and dropped on his belly with his face inches from her throbbing slit. It was a lovely hole and her little bottom was flushed where his belt had thrashed it. His tongue shot out and touched the tip of her clit and he felt her come alive. His mouth closed around her cunt lips, drawing them into his mouth as his tongue went along her tunnel.
"Make her come, John," urged Jill, watching Kyla's face. "She will if you keep at it."
He nuzzled his nose into the golden fuzz of hair around her cunt and smelt the nectar of her womanhood as his tongue washed her inner lips, his teeth gripping her clit and closing tight around it.
"Nooooooo-you're hurting me," she cried as a thousand nerve endings responded sending electric shocks all the way through her. She gasped and experienced a new feeling, her very first orgasm building up like a bomb about to explode. It swept over her in waves of hot and cold flashes and she felt she was sinking down into a very dark pit. Then she felt like she was being flung upward on a cloud and she lost control of herself as a stream of cum and golden pee spurted from her cunt all over him.
"She came," Jill cheered as she saw the spreading wet pool around Kyla's bottom and John withdrew his head from her crotch. Her sticky cum was all over his smiling face and Jill giggled and leaned over and kissed him. "The little girl came," she whispered. "And I'm glad. But now it's Jodi's turn. The poor girl has been waiting so patiently. Take your daughter now, John."
Jodi climbed onto the bed, her shaven pussy arched and ready. She was glad he hadn't spunked into Kyla because now she would get his full load. She lay back next to Kyla and opened her legs and waited for him to climb on top of her.
"No," said John. "Not that way. Turn over, Jodi."
She did as she was told and rolled over onto her stomach and she felt his strong hands draw her buttocks open.
"This way," he snarled. "Like you wanted Kyla to get it." And before she could do anything about it the bulbous head of his prick stabbed into her asshole.
"No, daddy, oh no," she bawled and tried to turn back over.
"Don't move," he thundered. His fingers eased her shit hole open as the head glided in, and he smiled at Kyla now propped up on her elbows watching his every move.
"Gosh, look," exclaimed Shawn, bending to see his father's prick surging up his sisters asshole. "He's going to give her all of it."
Jodi beat her fists on the bed, and, against her will, she spread her legs, thinking to make it easier for herself, but instead she only loosened her hole and enabled him to drive in much faster.
He gave her the whole thing in one untiring drive, humping the last little bit till his balls were resting in the mouth of her cunt, and then he started riding her. He went up and down, seesawing over her ass cheeks his long prick, opening up her shit hole, making it ready for him to shoot his load.
"Not in her ass, John," Jill whispered. "Finish it off in her mouth," she begged him.
Kyla couldn't believe her ears. That a mother would want her daughter defiled in such a way seemed inhuman. They were depraved monsters. She watched John pulling out of Jodi's shit hole and tossing himself on his back with his brown prick standing up like a flagpole.
"Jodi," he roared.
"Yes, daddy." She turned over.
"Go down between my legs and suck me off," he gasped.
No one said a word as they watched Jodi obediently kneel and move around so her head was between her father's legs. She grasped his thick prick in her hand and bent her head and opened her mouth.
Kyla looked away, not wanting to watch, but curiosity got the better of her and she looked back and shuddered.
"Open your mouth as wide as you can, Jodi," coached Jill. "Hold daddy's balls in your hand, now take it in your mouth."
Jodi's mouth closed around the foreskin of his prick and her lips rolled it back so his cock head swelled inside her mouth. She felt him jerk and lift to drive it forward and slowly his enormous cock disappeared into her mouth and down her throat.
"Suck it," hissed Jill. "Suck it hard," and she leaned over and shoved Jodi's head down making her take almost half of her husband's prick in one gulp.
"I've never seen anything like it before," groaned Shawn, and without thinking he climbed up on Kyla and started to stuff his prick into her slippery cunt hole.
"Suck harder," roared John. "I'll teach you how to suck, you bitch," and he caught hold of her head and held it and started to fuck her mouth like a cunt, in and out, in and out.
Jodi gurgled and spluttered, not able to catch her breath as his prick filled the whole of her mouth and inched down the back of her throat.
"Look at your daughter, Jill, sucking me off," he bragged. "Doesn't she look good with a prick stuck in her mouth?"
"Yes, John, she looks fantastic," breathed Jill, watching Shawn holding Kyla down, protesting and trying to stop him from fucking her.
"Suck harder, you slut. I'm going to shoot a whole bucket load of spunk into your mouth, you whore," he bellowed and started to come. It began as a trickle that became a rush as a torrent of thick spunk spurted from his fuck eye, filling her mouth.
"Uuuggghhh!" she gagged.
"Swallow it, you bitch," he roared and pushed his prick right up to his balls into her mouth and let his load unleash down her throat.
"Suck it from his prick, every drop," urged Jill with her fingers rubbing hard inside her cunt. She sat with her knees up, facing Shawn so he could watch her as he screwed Kyla.
"Aaaaaagggggghhhhh!" exploded John and his legs closed around Jodi's neck as he made her take the last drop before he dragged his shrinking prick from out of her mouth.
Jodi felt the spunk dribbling down her chin as his prick slopped from between her lips. She had had a feast of spunk and still it wasn't enough. She lay her head against her father's thigh wondering how long it would take him to come back up again.Her head whipped forward and her pink tongue dived into Kyla's gash to suck greedily every drop of juice bubbling out of her sex hole. She buried her face into the furry patch and slurped away at the cunt nectar like she might never get a taste again.
"Dirty bitch," grinned John, slapping his wife's upturned bottom with the palm of his hand. He had a second thought and he pried her ass crack open and beckoned to Jodi to get her tongue working in the humid crevice.
Shawn watched his sister, Jodi, squat down behind her mother and poke her pink tongue gently, then more firmly at one hole then another until her tongue was lodged up Jill's cunt and lapping around the inner ridges.
"Now you climb on to Jodi," cried John.
Shawn needed no second bidding as Jodi's upturned ass invited him to attack it. He crouched behind her with bended knees and he guided the swollen head of his prick between her cunt lips and watched his blue-veined cock disappear into her dripping pussy. He started to ride her, backward and forward, driving deeper and deeper, and as he did he shoved Jodi's face hard between his mother's ass cheeks and he heard her gasp with pleasure.
"I've always said that the family that plays together, stays together," laughed John, as he strolled around the mother fucking quartet until he came to Kyla's head. He turned with his ass facing Jill and slowly lowered himself down over Kyla's face. Before his buttocks spread over the young girl's mouth, he felt her willing tongue washing his balls. He settled over her with his knees astride of her head as her jabbing tongue attacked his tight shit hole to inch into it.
"Give it to me, Shawn," babbled Jodi, taking a pause froth eating her mother's cunt. "Give it to me long and hard and ever so slowly," she begged.
"I will so long as you promise me one thing," he panted, and with a superhuman effort drove his ruby-red knob all the way up her.
"Yes, yes. Anything."
"Promise you'll keep on shaving me all around my stem and balls and shithole ..."
"I promise," she screamed.
"And," he went on. "On your birthday you'll let me shave you, all around your cunt and you'll keep it shaved?"
"Ohhh-ohhh-ohhh! Of course you can shave me. You can do anything you want to. Faster now, Shawn. Oh my God. Aaaggghhh. I'm cumming. Shit, I'm cuuuuummmmmmiiinnngggg."
He felt her slippery cum running down the inside of her legs and he drove his prick all the way into her till his balls were drenched with her fuck juice.
"Shoot, Shawn. Blow your load, you bastard. Don't hold back," she howled.
Oblivious now to everything but the oncoming flood of thick sperm coursing up along his rigid pole, he kept on plunging in and out of Jodi's cunt, clenching his teeth and closing his eyes, his legs stiffening, trying to hold it back. "Here it comes," he wailed reluctantly and shouted as spasms of gushing spunk shot into her cock-gobbling twat. Thick wads of cream shot like a geyser all along her velvet tunnel and he felt like he could keep on shooting until it poured like a tide from her gaping quim.
"More, more," she urged and manipulated her cunt muscle until it closed like a vise around his exploding fuck stick. She never wanted his rod ever to go limp again. She never wanted it ever to go inside another woman. And she stayed bent over to let him know she was his for as long as he wanted her. | 1 |
153 | Love Fuck | "This is perverted," Kristen thought to herself as she crept down the hallway, moving closer to the soft moans coming from the guest bedroom. It was almost three in the morning, and Kristen, clad in her flimsy powder blue nightie, kept fighting the urge to peek. Images of being caught peeking flashed into her mind, the outrage of her friends, the embarrassment of it. But other images flashed too - of passionate, wriggling bodies, of glistening skin, a hard cock, swaying testicles, sensual legs spread wide and spasming. Kristen quietly opened the bathroom door, the one that connected into the spare room. Just as she had hoped, the door to the bedroom was open. In the darkness, she crept silently forward, until she could see the bed and the writhing bodies upon it.
The soft creak of the bed could be heard now, and in the dim light of the room, she could see Jerry kneeling behind his girlfriend, Janet, who was also Kristen's friend. Jerry had a handful of Janet's hair from behind, and his body was pressed firmly to hers. Her head was arched back, and her luscious ass was arched up against her man. The dimness of the light reduced the image to black and white, Janet's ass looking smooth, round, and unblemished. The covers were a heaped mess on the floor at the foot of the bed, and Janet was threatening to shred the sheets with her grip. Kristen felt a knot in her stomach, one that twisted all the way down between her legs.
Jerry moved in slow, even strokes, arching his back and thrusting into Janet with a long, even movement. Each thrust brought a primal growl from deep inside Kristen's friend, and her hips moved back instinctively, forcing Jerry's shaft deep inside her.
"God! You're so fuckin' tight!" Jerry whispered, his words carrying easily to Kristen's ears in the nearby bathroom. Janet half moaned, half sighed her response. Janet pushed her upper body up on her hands, her full breasts swaying underneath her.
"Fuck me hard. Pump me hard and fast. Cum in me," Janet breathed.
Kristen's nipples were already hard, excited by what she'd seen and heard so far. Now they ached to be touched, and Kristen's right hand found her nipple, teasing it. She watched as Jerry began thrusting faster into Janet, their bodies making an audible "smack," Janet's breasts bouncing, and the flesh of her ass rippling. Kristen felt her panties clinging to her crotch, moistened with her own juices.
"Yes! Fuck my ass. Pump your cum in my asshole, stud," Janet hissed.
Kristen heard the words and let out a deep sigh, a sigh of lustful arousal. Her left hand replaced her right on her nipples, and her right hand slid under her panties and between her legs. Kristen knew she was wet, and she slipped one finger deep into herself, rubbing her clit frantically.
The two bodies undulated and writhed about, glistening even in the darkness of the room. Janet's long dark hair flailed about as her body heaved and bucked to Jerry's rhythm. It wasn't long before Jerry groaned and began thrusting hard against Janet, trying to drive his cock and maybe even his balls inside her. Their groans filled the air for a few long moments, and then fell silent.
In the sudden silence, Kristen stopped cold. Her own heavy breathing was covered by theirs, as was the wet, squishing sounds her fingers had been making in her pussy. She slowly caressed herself and watched the two lovers lay on the bed, him on top of her from behind, both kissing and floating along together. Kristen finally realized the show was over and she crept back to her bed, still excited by what she'd witnessed. Her own sleep came only after fantasizing about feeling Jerry coming in her ass, not Janet's.The two lovers swapped places, and now Janet was sucking on Jerry's cock. In the daylight, Kristen could see that Jerry's cock was just about right for fucking, in any hole. Not too big, not too short, just nice. Janet sucked him with practiced expertise. Janet's body was smooth and evenly tan, except for the small light areas that showed the tiny suit she normally wore. Kristen felt her feet moving, and she felt as though someone else was controlling them.
As she moved, it came to her that she was going to walk in on them, and she prepared an "excuse." If they objected or were embarrassed, she would simply go to her room, then shower off from her sunbathing. If they didn't object, then...well, she'd see.
Kristen took a deep breath and opened the door, walking in and closing it carelessly behind her. Just as she entered, Janet looked up, and Jerry began to shoot. Both young women locked eyes for a moment, then Kristen's were drawn to the thick white cum spurting against Janet's neck and tits. Janet looked down, paused, then gulped down Jerry's spurting cock, making him cry out with loud "ahhh's."
Kristen decided to go to her room, as if she'd interrupted completely by accident. As she walked, she could feel the slipperiness of her own pussy and the stiffness of her nipples.
"Nice timing!" Janet said loudly as Kristen turned the corner. She stopped and turned back, looking back at Janet, her tits glistening wetly. "Sor-reee!" Kristen said, grinning. "I thought you guys were going out all day."
Janet stood and walked closer, her sperm-splotched breasts wobbling as she walked. Kristen couldn't take her eyes off the cum that dribbled down between them, or the cum that clung to one of her dark nipples.
"Sure," Janet said softly. "Come with me, I have something to show you."
Kristen followed Janet into the bedroom, and Janet opened a small paper bag. From the bag, she pulled a thick vibrating dildo, covered in a soft, flesh-like latex. "Watch this," she said, then switched it on. The head vibrated, and as she worked the controls, the upper third began to twirl or rotate and piston in and out. Kristen's eyes got big.
"Where did you get THAT!?" Kristen laughed.
"At a little novelty store in town," Janet giggled. "And this too!" She handed Kristen the vibrator, and Kristen felt it buzzing, twisting, and thrusting in her hands. It sent an erotic feeling deep inside her pussy. Janet pulled another item from the bag. This dildo looked like a "Y," with two cocks joined at the base. Kristen knew how this was meant to be used.
"Look at this though!" Janet said, connected a rubber ball and tube to the dildo. She set it humming, and the tips of both heads blurred, then she squeezed the ball. Water jetted out of both tips, squirting several feet. Kristen's pussy spasmed at the sight. "Think of the possibilities with this!"
"Um, yeah. Nice!" Kristen said. "Er, I'm going to take a shower. Maybe even a cold one."
Janet handed her the thrusting dildo. "Here, have fun."
Kristen refused it, as much as she would have tried it in privacy, she didn't want to seem too desperate or horny. She went into her room and couldn't resist the urge to finger her pussy. Kristen lay on the bed, her fingers blurring over her clit. She came quickly, thinking of the images of Jerry's cock spurting all over Janet's tits. A few minutes later, Kristen pulled on a robe and picked up some clothes, then went into the bathroom for a quick shower. She was just about to climb into the shower when Janet knocked on the door, asking to be let in quickly. Kristen opened the door for her.
"Shit!" Janet said, "I got it in my eye and it BURNS!"
Kristen got a look at her face as she moved past to get to the sink. There were thick globs of sperm on her cheek and in her hair. Jerry had cum again, but somehow Janet had gotten some of the salty stuff in her right eye. After a minute of splashing water, she stood up and toweled her face off, most of Jerry's cum having been washed off.
"That'll teach you to watch too close!" Kristen laughed.
"Thanks a bunch," Janet said. "Would you mind if I showered with you?" she asked, feeling the cum in her hair.
"No, c'mon. You do my back, I'll do yours," Kristen said.
Together they showered, trading secrets and laughing over Kristen's unannounced entry earlier. Kristen's hair was pinned up so she didn't have to dry it all over again, and Janet scrubbed her back. The oily sunscreen needed to be scrubbed off, and Janet didn't stop when she reached Kristen's ass. She worked down, not sexually touching, but scrubbing hard. She kept going down those long, lean legs, until she reached the ankles.
"Thanks," Kristen said. "That felt good." She turned around, hand extended for the washcloth. Instead, Janet soaped it up and began scrubbing Kristen's chest, above and between her breasts.
"Jerry would kill to do this to you, you know," Janet said evenly. "He said that last night he fantasized about you joining us."
"Really?" Kristen said, forgetting that Janet was washing her front. "He really said that?"
Janet nodded, scrubbing around Kristen's tits and then down her belly. "He even said he'd like to eat you while he fucks me."
Kristen's mind imagined that, and she felt a little excited. Suddenly Janet's hand was sliding over her mons, and then between her legs. The touch was lighter, more sensual now. Kristen's legs parted slightly, and her lips parted to take a sharp breath. Janet's hand lingered a little longer, then she began scrubbing the fronts of the blonde's legs. Kristen looked down, watching Janet kneel and scrub. Her hand moved and touched Janet's head lightly.
Janet leaned forward and kissed Kristen's pussy lightly, then she stood up. Close. Kristen seemed to move on automatic. She leaned forward, tilting her head slightly, and then it happened. Their lips met in a kiss. Kristen was surprised at how warm and soft Janet's lips were. Their breasts touched lightly, making Kristen's nipples stand up even harder. When they parted, Kristen gazed into the eyes of her friend, now to be her newest lover.
Trembling with excitement, Kristen reached out and touched Janet's breast. This was the first time she'd ever touched another woman's breast sexually. The soft flesh was so warm, and Janet's full orb drew Kristen's hand into a cup shape which she slid over the end of her friend's breast.
Janet's hands slid down and cupped Kristen's ass, kneading it slightly. Kristen's whole body trembled, as though she were going to have an all-over orgasm. Somehow Janet realized her friend's nervous excitement, and she leaned down, taking one of Kristen's nipples in her lips. As she sucked on it, biting down delicately, Kristen gasped and pressed her soft tit into Janet's face. Janet pulled on the other nipple with her fingers, then gently licked all around Kristen's puffy areola. The tall blonde's breathing was shallow and ragged, and Kristen could feel her cunt leaking its warm cream down her thigh. Janet stood upright, and Kristen felt like she was on fire. She grabbed Janet's face and kissed her, one of the most passionate kisses she'd ever given. Janet returned it, with her hands exploring the lean, smooth texture of her friend's body.
When their kiss broke, Kristen burned with a madness, a desire, a carnal need. She bent and licked around Janet's nipple, then sucked hard on the erect bud. Janet cradled the blonde's head to her breast, and felt Kristen suckling and licking her tit. Kristen's right hand slid between Janet's legs, lightly at first. Kristen's pussy spasmed when her fingers found Janet's cunt soaking wet and slippery. Her fingers slid back and forth through her friend's cuntlips, then Kristen sighed as her finger slid into her friend's body. Janet sighed too, rocking her hips forward and trembling against Kristen.
A few moments later, Kristen stood with her hands on the wall of the shower, legs spread, and Janet sitting on the floor, her head bent back and her tongue, her wonderful tongue, swirling around inside her. Janet was sucking her pussy, lapping her free-flowing juices and sliding her hands up and down Kristen's legs. Kristen gasped for breath, her stomach heaved in and out, and her legs threatened to buckle. Janet sucked and licked, and Kristen shuddered. A wave washed over her, starting in her cunt and spreading outward, returning to her twat as a flood of thick creamy juice to be lapped up by Janet.
Kristen sat down on a ledge in the shower, weak and flushed. Janet rolled to her knees and kissed the blonde's tits, then kissed Kristen on the mouth. Kristen tasted her juices, not for the first time but certainly the most erotic. Janet's lips were slick, and their tongues danced. Moments later, when Janet stood up, Kristen took the floor and tongued Janet's pussy. Kristen looked at Janet's pussy, seeing the swollen lips surrounded by her curly bush. Her tongue licked lightly over Janet's slit, finding her clit at the top, all swollen and hard. Janet's hips jerked, and Kristen continued to lick circles around it. Soon Kristen's chin was slick with the juices seeping from Janet's opening, and her tongue was sliding all around.Kristen loved the feeling on her tongue and her face. The smooth, warm, slippery wetness excited her, and the musky scent of Janet filled her nostrils.
"Put your fingers in me," Janet said breathlessly.
Kristen did. First one finger, then two, then a third. Janet's hips bucked, and Kristen flicked her tongue over the girl's clit. She felt the spasms around her fingers, the grasping, pulsing squeezes as Janet began to cum. Kristen shoved her fingers in deep, moving her hand back and forth until Janet moaned loudly and began shuddering. Janet's hips ground against the intruding fingers, and her hand pushed Kristen's face tightly against her mons. When Kristen pulled her fingers out, they glistened with Janet's cream, a few whitish globs clinging to her fingers. Kristen licked her fingers off, savoring it like a fine sauce.
They finished their shower, hugging and kissing each other tenderly. They had shared something very special, and they both felt close and loving to each other. After eight years of friendship, they had become even closer.
Jerry was half-dressed, watching a movie when the girls came out of the bathroom. Both were clad only in terry cloth robes, and they sat on either side of him. Jerry felt something was up, and he was almost afraid of saying anything to spoil it. For a long time, he had fantasized about having Kristen's long legs wrapped around him, and it seemed like he would have his chance.
Kristen sat so that when she looked at the TV, she could not see either Janet or Jerry. When she watched part of the show, Jerry slipped his hand under Janet's robe and between her legs. The sudden stiffness was like a jerk, and Kristen turned her head, looking right at Jerry's half-hidden hand.
"Turn it on," Janet whispered softly.
Jerry saw that Kristen was looking, and he felt his cock rising into a tremendous erection. His fingers found the switch, and a light humming noise filled the air just as Janet's body shuddered. The "Y" shaped dildo inside her began vibrating her body, sending delicious waves of pleasure through her. Janet held his hand over her cunt, cupping her twat and pressing the vibrator deeper.
Kristen took Jerry's other hand gently, spreading her legs slightly and placing his hand under her robe. Jerry's hand explored her crotch, finding the other dildo already in place. Jerry's fingers found the switch and turned it on. Kristen's body jerked, and she gasped several times as the dildo began squirming in her cunt.
"Ah-h-h-h-h...Ohhhhhhhh!" Kristen sighed, cupping Jerry's hand over her cunt. Her hips rocked against the twisting, thrusting vibrator, and her eyes closed, jaw slack in rapture.
"Let me suck you," Janet said softly, sliding down off the sofa. She quickly unfastened his pants and removed his rigid cock. Without a word, she sucked on him, moving up and down the shaft with quick movements. Her mouth watered, and saliva coated his cock, making it glisten wetly. Janet shucked her robe to the floor, curling her feet under her so that as she rocked her body back and forth, it pressed the humming vibrator deeper into her holes.
Kristen leaned over and kissed Jerry, sending her tongue halfway into his throat. He kissed back, taking command and forcing her tongue to retreat. They mouth-fucked each other with their tongues, bodies blazing with fiery passions. Jerry's hips rocked up to cram his cock into Janet's mouth, and she made loud slurping noises.
Jerry kneaded Kristen's tits, and she began panting, coming closer to her orgasm from the vibrator and all the sensations. Jerry couldn't hold on, and he felt the thick jism rising from his balls. Janet's wet mouth slobbered down his cock, making sloppy, wet noises as his cock began swelling. She moaned twice, urgently trying to call Kristen. Just as Kristen moved, Jerry's hips arched.
Kristen saw Janet's brow furrow in concentration and the thick pulsing of Jerry's cock in her mouth. Janet's mouth and jaw worked, and then Kristen heard a swishing, squirting noise. Janet moaned as his jism flowed, filling her mouth with his creamy cum. She greedily sucked his sperm into her mouth, coaxing every drop by licking just under the tip of the head. Finally spent, she let his softening cock slip from between her lips, trailing a dribble of sperm over her lower lip. Kristen leaned down and licked the semen from Janet's lips.
Janet grabbed her head and pulled her closer. Kristen opened her mouth, expecting to taste Jerry's cum. Janet opened her mouth and used her tongue to push the warm, thick mass of sperm into Kristen's mouth. It was erotic to Kristen, and she sucked the sperm from Janet's mouth, then they tongued each other fiercely, swishing the cum around back and forth. Parting their kiss, strands of jism connected their lips. Tongues flashed and collected it, and both girls swallowed, tasting his jizz like a cream sauce. The vibrators had brought them both close to orgasm, yet their bodies refused to yield. Kristen's passions were beyond what she'd known, and she wanted to come so badly she would do anything Janet asked.
"Go get my bag," Janet said to Jerry. She smiled and asked Kristen if she ever fantasized about being watched. Kristen, in a very carnal mood, ran her hands over her tits, licking her lips.
"No," she breathed.
"Let's let him watch us," Janet said, cupping Kristen's cunt and shoving the dildo into her.
Kristen was being fucked by the little machine, and the twisting head kept her so close to orgasm that Janet's hand nearly sent her over the edge. The hand withdrew too soon, leaving Kristen almost in tears, until she watched Janet lick her cream off her fingers. Jerry returned carrying Janet's duffle bag, his cock returning to full size.
Janet unzipped the bag and reached in. "You'll love this toy," she said, pulling out a two-foot double-headed dildo. Kristen's cunt spasmed, and she reached down to finger herself.
"NO!" Janet said sharply, pulling the blonde's hand from her bush. Then, softly, "Cum WITH me." And she kissed Kristen softly. Kristen followed along, floating on her erotic, lust-filled cloud.
Janet positioned her on her hands and knees, adjusting the dildo to a slower rhythm. She pulled it out of Kristen's twat, watching her gaping cunt hole spasm and close slowly. She pressed the humming, twisting head to Kristen's asshole, pressing the slick, rubbery head firmly.
"Oh, no, don't...." Kristen started, but suddenly her asshole was filled with sensations that made her cream flow like water. She trembled, and her stomach jerked. Kristen's ass shot up in the air, and Janet pushed the toy down into the girl's tight hole. "Ohhhh Goddddddd!" Kristen wailed.
Janet rubbed her hand all over Kristen's glistening vulva, massaging her cunt juice all over her crotch, coating her thighs and belly with the creamy fluid that dripped from her. Kristen tried to catch her breath, feeling as though she were being split open and fucked inside-out. Janet picked up the large dildo and coated it with her hand, smearing Kristen's juices on the bulbous head. She held Kristen's hips, pressing the thick rubber cock into her cunt.
"Ah-h-h-h...Ohh! Make me cummm! Please! Makemecum!"
Janet slowly pushed ten inches of the cock up the blonde's snatch, watching her holes spasm as it eased into her. Each outstroke brought her pouty cuntlips out, as though they were holding on and trying to suck it deeper. Once she had the dildo seated, Janet stood up and walked around in front of Kristen.
Kristen looked up at her naked friend, at the "Y" shaped vibrator still humming in her asshole and cunt. Kristen felt filled with cock, as though she would explode. Janet moved close, standing with her crotch almost in Kristen's face.
"Pull it out of me," she hissed. "Jerk it out hard, do it fast."
Kristen reached up a trembling hand and grasped the end of the vibrator. It was slick with Janet's cream, but Kristen jerked hard, yanking it out of her cunt and butt.
"Ohhhhhh CUMM!" Janet yelled, then grabbed Kristen's head, shoving her hips forward and rocking them against Kristen's face. "Drink me!" Janet's cream poured from her, soaking Kristen's face and Janet's crotch. Janet shuddered and ground her pussy against the girl's face. Kristen felt her nose rubbing Janet's clit hard.
Janet moved away suddenly, going behind Kristen and kneeling down, facing away from her friend. Janet pushed the long dildo into her cunt and then pressed her ass against Kristen's.
"Fuck me, baby!" Janet pleaded. "Fuck me with that beautiful blonde pussy! Fuck me!"
Kristen and Janet began rocking their hips back and forth, fucking each other with the dildo. Jerry had been watching from the sofa, stroking his cock. Several times he'd had to grip tightly to keep from shooting his load too early. Now he knelt alongside the girls, reaching between their slapping asses to hold the dildo still so that it would slide in and out of their slick cunts.
Wailing moans filled the room from both women. Kristen felt a huge orgasm welling up deep inside her. Each warm slap of Janet's butt to hers brought her a half step closer. Both were near the edge, sweat shining on their backs, making their asses seem rounder and softer."Fuck me, Kristen! Fuck me, baby!" Janet moaned again. "Oh, Kristen! Kristen! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU, KRISTEN!!" she screamed.
Both of them cried out, slamming their asses tightly together, pinning Jerry's hand between them. They shook in orgasm, moaning and jerking around, cramming as much cock in them as they could. Each shudder from one sent the other into another shudder. It seemed to last forever as they climaxed, bodies roiling with waves and waves of spasming pleasure.
Kristen felt her muscles tightening, and then it was as if she were drowning in sensations. Cum sensations. The fullness in her ass and cunt made her eyes roll back, and her hips arched, pressing hard against Jerry's hand. She could actually feel the tickle of Janet's cunt hairs on her sensitive twat, and the cum-juices trickling down her thighs. Sparks and lights went off in her head, and she thought she might pass out from the intensity of it all, but she did not. She rode each delicious wave, surfing each one down into her cunt, flowing out between her cuntlips and down her cream-slick thighs.
Janet's cunt contracted and gripped the dildo hard. She could feel Jerry's hand trapped against her vulva, hot and hard. Her tits seemed to be swelling up, and her nipples were brushing the coarse fibers of the rug. Her ass arched high, and she could feel the heat of Kristen's spasming cunt near hers. The dildo pressed against her cervix, giving her a full feeling. Her stomach bulged out, then contracted only to relax and bulge again with the feeling of being crammed full of thick cock. Her cream was flowing, and she could feel her crotch was slick with juices. Each of Kristen's shudders was like an electric pulse to her clit, making her shudder in response.
Jerry pulled his hand out, and Janet felt Kristen's sopped cunt splat against hers. She arched back, trying to grind her pussy against the wet blonde's. They both tried, bouncing back and forth until they felt another wave wash over them. The second orgasm was unlike the first. This was more sensual, sexy, and warm. The first had been full of fire, passion, and need. This was icing on the cake.
The two sweaty women sank to the floor, the dildo still in their cunts, although almost out of each one. Jerry gently removed it from their pussies, and also gently removed the vibrator from Kristen's ass. They shuddered and jerked as he removed the toys, then lay still in a limp tangle of glistening legs, asses, and cunts. Jerry lovingly caressed their sweaty behinds, running his hands down the backs of their thighs.
"Janet," Kristen said hoarsely.
"Hmmm?"
"I love you too," Kristen said.
"Mmmmmmmmm!"
Jerry's cock pressed against Janet's waist, and she smiled. "I think we forgot someone," she said softly.
Slowly they both sat up and smiled at Jerry. "You liked our little show?" Janet asked.
"Yes!" Jerry said. "I'm so horny I could cum right now!"
Kristen looked up at him. "Then do it," she said, thrusting her tits forward. "Cum all over us."
Jerry's cock ached, standing straight out like a metal rod. Pre-cum oozed down from the hole, forming a droplet under the head. Kristen leaned forward and extended her lower lip to remove it, letting it form a string as she moved back, licking it off her lip. Jerry groaned.
"I know what he wants," Janet cooed.
Moments later, Janet lay on the floor with Kristen's ass over her chest, arched up for Jerry's entry. Kristen's tits pressed between Janet's thighs, and Kristen's hands gripped Janet's calves. Jerry sank deep into Kristen's sopping wet pussy.
"Ohhh Jeeezzus!" Jerry moaned.
Kristen gasped, then sighed as his cock began sliding in and out of her slippery hole. Janet caressed her friend's legs, her ass, and belly. "She's so beautiful, isn't she?" Janet said to Jerry. "And so hot and wet. Fuck her. Go ahead, I know you want to fuck her and cum in her. Do it!" Jerry moved faster, trying to restrain himself in Kristen's beautiful cunt. Her body glistened with sweat, and with her ass high, offered to him, Jerry was straining not to shoot too soon. He wanted it to last, for her as well as for him.
Janet wasn't helping matters. "Shove that cock up her cunt and fuck her!" Janet teased. "Make her cum all over that beautiful cock of yours. She wants you to fill her with cum. Cum in her cunt!"
Jerry pumped faster, his cock throbbing and straining. It felt like his cock was a steel ramrod, plunging in and out of Kristen's soft flesh. Her cunt made squishing, slippery noises, and the way she moved her butt against him made Jerry grimace to keep his resolve.
"Ohh yes! Cum in me, Jerry!" Kristen moaned. "Fill me with cum! Fuck me! Fuck me, baby! Fuck me!"
Jerry felt his balls tighten from her moans.
"Yes!" Janet added. "I want to eat your cum out of her. Let me lick your cum off her cunt. Soak her. Soak her with cum!"
Jerry's cock exploded, gushing thick sperm into Kristen's cunt. He thrust deep into her, pressing her mons down onto Janet's chest. She could see his cock swell between her cuntlips with each pulse, and feel the tension in his legs as well as all through Kristen's sweat-slicked body. Jerry spurt and spurt into Kristen, feeling like his body was draining itself dry in her, trying to fill her sucking cunt to capacity with his sperm. At last, he stopped, feeling the thick warmth surrounding his cock inside her. Kristen was moaning softly and grinning broadly.
Janet pulled Jerry back, and as his cock plopped out of her, he dripped sperm onto her neck, the soft, wet cock hitting her mouth and chin with a wet splat. Janet licked the head, then pulled Kristen's cunt to her mouth. Opening her mouth wide, Janet began sucking the length of the blonde's slit, lapping up the sperm and cunt-juice that flowed out of her beautiful friend's snatch. Janet shoved her tongue inside Kristen's hole, withdrawing it covered with their rich, creamy mixture. Janet lapped and sucked at Kristen's pussy, making the blonde climax twice. When she finally finished, her face and neck were slick with their juices.
Kristen rolled off, sat up, and kissed Janet deeply, licking her own cum mixed with Jerry's semen from Janet's lips and face. The two girls hugged and kissed a last time, then looked at Jerry.
"Hard again!?" Janet teased.
"Nobody could stay limp watching you two," Jerry smiled.
"Can you cum again?" Kristen asked.
He shook his head. "Not for a while," he said. "I need a shower and maybe a quick nap before I'll be 'recharged'. You girls have drained me!"
They laughed, and Jerry went to shower. The two girls sat on the sofa, gently touching and kissing each other.
"You know," Kristen began, "I never thought it would be so good with another woman."
Janet smiled. "Oh, you're so sweet and sexy I could just hold you close to me forever!"
Kristen smiled at her. "I-I'm glad it was you. For my first time."
Janet kissed her softly. "First and always."
"Janet," Kristen said between soft kisses. "I love you."
They embraced and kissed, caressing each other tenderly.
"I knew I was falling in love with you the other night," Janet confessed.
"What? When?" Kristen asked.
"When Jerry was fucking my ass and you were masturbating in the bathroom."
"But...how did you see me?" Kristen asked.
"The night light in there. Remember? I could see right through your nightie. The mirrors in the bedroom showed you clearly," Janet said, smiling.
Kristen blushed.
"I knew then that I wanted you, and that my feelings for you were deep. That's why I came so hard. I knew you were watching," Janet added.
"I-I felt perverted doing that. Like a peeping Tom," Kristen said, looking at the floor.
Janet lifted her face and smiled. "No, next time I want your tongue in me while he fucks my ass."
"You mean that?" Kristen asked, her eyes wide.
Janet nodded. "Yes. Just so I can have my tongue in you too!"
Again they kissed.
This trip may have started out all wrong, Kristen thought, but it's sure turned out wonderful! | 4 |
275 | The Greeting | "Hi, Uncle Charlie!" exclaimed the young teenager, embracing me the moment I entered the house.
"Whoa, there, girl!" I laughed, affectionately messing her hair. She was darling. Her body just blossoming into womanhood, she was a delightful mix of childish mannerisms and adult expressions. Right now, her bright blue eyes looked up at me adoringly, and I almost regretted what I knew had to come next.
"Thanks for the greeting, Shauna," I said, slowly pulling her away from me. "But you know what must be done." Her face dropped, and she stared at the carpet.
"But Uncle Charlie..."
"No buts except that behind of yours across my knee. Now go get the paddle."
With a wonderfully dismal expression, the young girl shuffled across the room and took the large wooden paddle down from its holder over the fireplace. She handed it to me silently, her eyes pleading with me. I shook my head and sat on the sofa, patting my lap.
"But Uncle Charlie, Daddy never used the paddle on me," whined the girl, carefully standing just out of arm's reach.
"Your Daddy didn't know how to punish you properly, girl. I do."
"But must it be, uh, b-b-bare?"
"Definitely! Now get across my lap this instant, or I will double your punishment."
"But Uncle, can't you do something else? Forbid me from watching TV or something?" I gave her a disgusted look that made her fall silent. But she still did not come to me.
"I'm counting to three: one, two--"
"I'm too old for this!"
"Three!" Before the girl could move, I was up from the couch and had her by the arm. I pulled her across my lap and immediately took the paddle and smacked her bottom hard. She was wearing a pair of white jeans that were very tight and showed off her swelling hips and round ass. I spanked her hard again and again, ignoring her cries of "Ouch!" and "Oohh--that really hurts, Uncle!"
After a solid dozen, I stopped and lifted her slightly. She was crying. "Are you ready to cooperate or do you need more?" She shook her head frantically.
"Please, no more, Uncle Charlie!"
"All right. Stand up and drop your pants. If your bottom is not naked and bent over my lap in five seconds, I will give you two dozen really hard spanks!"
I didn't even have a chance to begin my count. The girl frantically stood and pulled down her jeans and panties, sobbing all the while. She laid herself across my lap, and I saw her bottom was slightly pink. I took up the paddle and spanked her hard for a long time. I kept count until around fifty and then just paddled her harder and harder, keeping an eye on the color of her skin to judge the severity of the spanking. She screamed and hollered, but I ignored her and concentrated on making her bottom an even shade of raspberry red.
When she was almost blistered, I stopped and made her go stand facing the wall, her punished bottom bared. I let her stand there for a half-hour, fidgeting and crying, her bottom throbbing.
"Listen to me, Shauna," I finally said. "You have been thoroughly punished for your disobedience. Now I want you to think carefully about what I am going to ask you. Is there anything else you think I need to punish you for? If there is, tell me now, and I will get it over with. If you do not tell me and I later find out about some other misbehavior, you will receive a double-dose of what you just got every night for a week! Do you understand me?" The girl nodded, silently.
"Good. Now I'm going to give you five minutes to think about this. When I come back, tell me if there is anything else you need to be spanked for." I went into the kitchen and fixed myself a drink. When I finished, I returned.
"Well?"
The blond teenager looked up at me, tears streaming down her pretty face. "Oh, Uncle Charlie, please be good to me! I have been very naughty! I'm so sorry. I lied to you yesterday when I told you I was at Martha's. I really went to the mall with Josh!"
"Oh?" I said calmly, pretending this was news.
"Yes, it's true," she wept. "I'm sorry, I really am. I realize you will spank me more now, and I know I deserve it, but please, Uncle, please be gentle. You don't know how it hurts!"
I knew all too well how it hurt, but it didn't stop me from taking Shauna back across my lap and really tanning her bottom good. I spanked her for another ten minutes or so until she couldn't even cry anymore, having run out of tears.
Then I sent her back to the wall to think of anything else she needed punishment for. I could see her begin to sob when I said this, and I knew she was mine--an honest girl to a fault, she'd probably be coming up with imagined sins for the next week. She'd be spending a great deal of quality time across my lap! | 1 |
277 | Stacy & Steve | "He's here!" my mom called from the porch. Dad and I raced down the stairs to see my brother, Steve, who was coming home from college for Christmas break.
He stepped out of the cab, and I could not believe my eyes. He had changed so much in the past year! He left a scrawny high school senior and was now back a college man. And I do mean man. He grew at least 4 inches and now stood at 6'2". Like all of us, he had dark hair and eyes, and I'm sure that my handsome brother broke many hearts on that college campus.
I had changed a lot too in the year. When Steve left, I was 16 and still the most underdeveloped girl in school. I was skinny, had no form, and braces. But a few months ago, my braces came off, and I have developed into the most popular girl in school.
As we all went into the house, I pulled Steve to the side to give him a hug. I felt my body press against his, and I felt a little stirring in my stomach, but I brushed it aside. This was my brother, I told myself, not my lover. He held me out at arm's length and slowly looked me up and down...and back up again, taking in my long legs, slim waist, and ample chest. "Wow, Stace, you've really changed!" As he said that, I noticed that his eyes lingered on my breasts.
"You too, Steve. So how's college?"
"It's cool. No big thing."
"I'm glad you're home," I said shyly.
He leaned over and gave me a quick kiss, which I expected to be on the cheek, but it lightly brushed my lips. He gave me a sly smile. "Yeah, me too."
The next day, our parents were out visiting friends. Steve had a project to finish, and he begged me to leave him alone. I couldn't. I was bored. My friends were all in Vermont, on a trip on which I was not allowed to go. So I had to bother Steve. I sat in the chair near the desk in the den, watching him work. Whenever he was concentrating, he chewed the side of his lip and pinched his chin.
It was so cute!
He was getting annoyed with me and I knew it. "Do you have to stare at me? Go play!" he yelled.
"Sorry! I'm bored, what else do you expect me to do? Come on, Stevie, play with me!" I snatched up one of his papers and ran. He chased after me, and when he caught me, he grabbed me by the waist and fell on top of me. I was on the couch, smushed underneath his huge body, with his arms wrapped around me.
And he didn't get up either. We laid there for a while, catching our breath. Steve tried to free his hand so he could get up, and he accidentally grazed my breast, flicking my nipple. I got a weird sensation from this, and I felt something growing up against my rear. But that sensation went away when Steve cleared his throat and got up, leaving me there pondering my feelings for my brother.
A few days later, I was just getting up, and I always take a shower before I go downstairs. I don't know if I was groggy, deaf, or wanted it in my subconscious, but I entered the bathroom while Steve was in the shower. This would have been no big deal, but I came in while he was getting out, and I got a full view of Steve's assets, and boy were there assets! His chest was covered with black hair, but the ripples in his stomach were still visible. My brother didn't even work out! But below the belt was the most amazing thing. His cock was semi-hard (who knows what he was thinking about in the shower) and had to be at least seven inches at that state. What a sight!
I had to hide my embarrassment (and amazement) by blushing, muttering a quick "I'm sorry" and exiting stage left--fast. I ran to my room, closed the door, and thought about what I saw, and what I felt. When I saw Steve step out of that shower, I felt a feeling that I have never felt. My pulse quickened, and I really didn't want to leave. I was extremely aroused. Steve didn't say anything to me about it. I thought that he would come into my room and yell for barging in, but he did nothing. I guess he was a little embarrassed too.
Steve was still working on that damn project, and I was determined to draw him away from it. My first tactic (aka snatching the paper) was useless, so it was on to plan B. Get Steve's attention sexually. I was NOT trying to commit incest with my brother. An attractive woman in sexy clothes can get any man's attention, and that's all I wanted. ATTENTION. I was bored.
I dressed in a bra and panties set that I was keeping for my friend. Her parents would kill her if they found it. It had a garter and hose and the whole nine yards. I was going to put on heels also, but that was a bit much. The set was a deep blue (Steve's favorite color) and it complimented my teenage body very well. I was not going to walk around the house stark naked, so I put on a silky kimono that my mother brought back from Japan.
I sat on the couch and watched Steve from afar. He really was a sexy specimen. His dark hair was flopped over as he buried his head in his hand, frustrated. Now was my chance. I slipped up from behind, placing my small, delicate fingers on his shoulders. I could feel how tight they were. His head popped up, startled. He didn't turn around.
"You need to relax." I started massaging his shoulders. I traced from his neck to his arm and back. He didn't say a word but I could tell he was enjoying it. This continued for five minutes, when he swiveled his chair around.
"What the hell do you have on, Stace? Why the kimono?"
I smiled seductively and tilted my head. "I'm trying to get you to pay attention to me. Maybe this will help." I slowly untied the kimono and it opened slightly to give him a hint of what was under there. "Are you paying attention?" His eyes lingered on the robe. I knew he was.
I slipped the robe off of my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. He could now see my entire body. His eyes traced it too. He started at my face, avoiding my eyes, to my neck. He seemed to zoom in on my breasts. The lace delicately complemented them, and I was so hot that my nipples were fully erect, so I'm sure he could see them too. He then studied my flat stomach and the panties I was wearing. The push of my pubic hair against the fabric was visible. Some was actually curling around the edges of the panties, and was very sexy. He finally took in my legs, tinted blue by the stockings, but still long and slender and sensuous. I stared at Steve while he stared at me. His sweat was becoming more and more tented as his eyes got lower and lower. By the time he reached my ankles, he was really hard.
At this point, I did not care that Steve was my brother. He was so damn sexy, and I was so aroused that it didn't matter. I moved closer to him and pulled him up out of his chair. He was much taller, so I had to look up. I pulled up his sweatshirt, and ran my fingers over his stomach. His skin was warm, but it burned at my touch because of what we were doing. He slid one of the bra straps off of my shoulder, revealing a bit more of my breasts. I tilted my head back and he leaned over to kiss my neck. I was in.....
"Beep!" The computer broke the spell. Steve pulled his shirt down and walked over to the computer. "What the hell are you doing Stace? Put some damn clothes on. I'm your brother!" He sat down and began typing again. I was pissed. How dare he? He was into it just like I was. I ran up to my room, flopped on my bed, and sulked for the rest of the day.
Somehow I had to have Steve. I knew this, and I was determined to do it. I knew that he wanted me as much as I wanted him, but he just couldn't face it. If it wasn't for that damn computer..... I decided to write him a note. I left it on his night table where he was sure to see it. It said:
Dear Steve, I'm sorry for being so forward today, but I had to bring to your attention what you and I both want. Each other. If it wasn't for the computer, we both would be happy and satisfied. I love you so much, and what better way to show love? Please, I'm begging you. I want you so bad. Please. I'll be awake tonight, all night, thinking of you, so if you change your mind, drop by. I'll still be wearing the lingerie. I know you liked it.
Love, Stacy
Just like I thought, Steve came by. It was about 2:30 A.M. when I heard the knock at my door. He was wearing boxers and a white T-shirt, and in the dark, he still looked absolutely gorgeous. He closed the door quietly (our parents' room is right next door) and stood there.
"Look, Stacy, what has gotten into you? What's that note all about?"
"You know what it's about, or you wouldn't be here." I walked over to him in the bra and panties and trapped him against the door. "Yeah, you want me....or you wouldn't be here."
"Stace, look....you're very beautiful." He looked me up and down quickly. "VERY beautiful......but, uh, I'm your brother, and......He stopped because he felt a hand against his crotch. I began slowly stroking him through the fabric, and I could feel him rising. "You may not want me, but something does."
"Oh, Stace..." I slipped my arms around his neck and hugged him close, and he returned it. I whispered in his ear, "I knew you wanted me." I took his hand and led him to the bed. He turned me so that I was facing the bed, my back toward him, and stood there. Then I felt a hand at my back as he unhooked my bra. My firm, young breasts sprang free, and my nipples were erect. He reached around from behind and gave them a little pinch. I shivered. I turned back around and pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his oh-so-muscular chest. I pulled down his silk boxers, and his cock bounced out. It had to be nine inches at the least.
The head was glistening with pre-cum. I realized that I hadn't kissed Steve, so I looked up and searched for his mouth in the dark. I found it. He slipped his tongue through my lips, probing my mouth with it. I returned the favor, twirling my tongue around his and sucking on it.
Steve pulled away after a while and laid me back on my bed. He slowly unfastened the garters and removed my panties. He moved up and kissed me for a moment, then kissed my neck, my shoulders, and my breasts, where he stayed for a while. He gently bit one nipple as he played with the other, and sucked both of them like he did our mother's 18 years ago. He was definitely a breast man. He moved down to my stomach, tracing my middle with his tongue. When he reached my pussy, he lightly blew on my mound so that it tickled. I giggled. He spread my lips, and I helped by spreading my legs wider. He lightly brushed my clitoris with his thumb, sending sensations up and down my spine. His index finger found its way to my hole and slowly moved in and out. I moaned with delight. Steve decided to replace his hand with his mouth. His hot breath against my cunt was a sign of things to come. He flicked my clitoris with his tongue, and then led a trail to my hole, soaking up my juices. I was enjoying every minute of it. His tongue darted in and out of my vagina, licking my insides clean. I grabbed his head and pushed him in deeper, and as my passions grew, I began bucking my hips off the bed, grinding my pussy into his face.
"Oh, Steve!" I yelled as quietly as I could, if that's possible. "Oh, God, I'm cumming! Oh!" My orgasm swept over me like a wildfire. It started in the depths of me and slowly spread to the point of ecstasy. Every touch after that moment sent me deeper, and Steve knew it, because he kept busy, slurping up all of the effects of my climax.
When he was done, he climbed in the bed and laid next to me. I turned him on his back and mounted him, my cunt pushing against his hard cock. He leaned up and kissed me, and I could taste all of my juices that he just lapped up from my pussy. I pulled away and worked my way down to that huge cock of his. It was so hard that it pointed straight up, and it was still getting harder by the minute, jerking as soon as I got near. A droplet of pre-cum escaped from Steve's urethra, and I quickly snapped it up with my tongue. I then moved to his thighs, kissing and nibbling at them, not at all neglecting his balls. I juggled one in my mouth as I played with the other, urged on by Steve's groans.
I finally went back to his manhood. I gripped his cock at the base, my small fist not even fitting around it. My mouth watered for the taste of his rod. I slowly devoured it, taking it in inch by inch until about half of it was in, the head pushing at the back of my throat. His thick cock, stretching my lips to the limits, throbbed and pulsated in my hot mouth. I let it out, releasing it just as slowly, until just the head remained between my lips. I then took his cock in and out very fast, my hand jerking him off in the process. He grabbed my head exactly as I had done, and forced my mouth down on his cock harder. More and more cum was running out, and finally Steve came, sending a stream of his sweet, salty cum down my throat.
I laid down next to Steve again, resting my head on his chest. "Do you think what we just did was really that bad, Steve?" He shook his head. "Who cares, anyway? It was good!" He rolled on top of me, pinning my arms above my head, and planted a sloppy wet kiss on my lips. I could feel his organ growing again against my thigh. My pussy was twitching, and I knew that I wanted him in me.
"Alright, Steve," I said between kisses, "fuck me!" He obliged. I spread my legs and raised my knees to my chest so he would have easy access to my pussy.
He draped my legs over his shoulders so he could have it even easier. I felt the head of his cock at the entrance to my velvety soft vagina, stretching my hole around his thickness. He pushed on and on until I felt his balls against my ass.
Then I said, "Come on, big brother, fuck my brains out." Again, he obliged. I felt him pull all the way out and then jam it in all the way to the hilt, and I cried out with joy.
Steve thought I was hurt. "You okay?" I responded by bucking my hips off the bed and pushing his cock in further. He took this as a yes and began fucking me faster and harder. We developed a rhythm quickly, and Steve was ready to cum in minutes. I wouldn't let him, so we held still until the feeling passed. I turned him over so I could ride him. He laid back on the bed, smiling, and grabbed two handfuls of my ripe breasts. I placed my hand on his chest and began moving my hips up and down, lowering my wet pussy on his throbbing cock. He was ready to cum again, and again I wouldn't let him. I knew that when he finally came, it would be a great one. I continued to ride Steve until I was ready to cum.
"Steve, I'm cumming! Ohhhhhhh!" He rubbed my clitoris, and my orgasm rippled around his cock. This was his signal, and like I said, his orgasm was huge.
"Oh, God, Stace! Uhhhhhhhhhh!" His cum scalded my insides for a full minute! I laid there on his chest after we experienced our orgasms, his cock still buried in me. It was the greatest feeling in the world, having my dear brother's fresh cum lining the insides of my pussy. It doesn't get any better than this. | 1 |
278 | Dream | "...She was wearing something pink, or off-white. All that I remember was the jacket I was wearing was a tweed sport coat. We walked into the house and headed for the bedroom. It was at the top of a small staircase and overlooked the living room. The bed was to the right and must have been 20' x 20'. It was covered with loose white cotton sheets and almost a dozen overstuffed pillows..."
"...I woke up in her arms. We were intertwined like pasta. I kissed her, and she murmured. I slipped out of bed, put on my coat, and walked down the stairs and out the door."
"...Upon my return, I headed directly for the elevated bedroom. For some reason, I was looking straight down on the bed, from the ceiling. She was completely nude and lying in the middle of the bed. The bed was white, her hair was blonde, and her skin was slightly tan. There are no pillows or blankets around her. She is a monolith of beauty amidst a sea of pale. The next thing I know, I have lost my vantage point of the ceiling, and I am next to her, unclothed. My lips upon hers awaken her. I passionately kiss her and move from her mouth to her ears and throat. My lips trail down her chest, and I caress each breast and nipple with my tongue. Slowly, I tire of this and gently start snaking further south. My hands are on her thighs. My mouth feels the slight peach fuzz below her navel, and I follow it. Down." | 3 |
279 | Sharing A Bed For The Night | "Are you sure you can't go, Honey?"
"I'd love to, Rocky, but I have two clients scheduled for today. I should have left the day open."
"No, it's not your fault, Ron. Denny's birthday isn't until Thursday. I didn't know until last night that he has something planned for next weekend. He was so cute on the phone. He was acting like a pouting child about getting his birthday presents early, and when he asked us to come up today, I didn't have the heart to say no."
"Well, I'm going to miss you. Give Denny my love and tell him not to drink all that beer at one sitting!"
"I'll miss you, too. Have a fire going when I get home tonight. I'll need it after six hours on the road today."
"And a glass of wine or two?" Ron smiled and raised an eyebrow with the question.
"At least two glasses!" I finished pulling on my gloves and circled around the kitchen table to whisper in Ron's ear, "and you know how I get after two glasses of wine!"
His hand crept up my leg and under my skirt as we kissed. His fingers pressed against my warm mons -- they felt strong and exciting through my panties and pantyhose.
I pulled myself away with great reluctance, "Oh, my! What you do to me! You better not be too tired tonight! I've been super-horny for over a week and you haven't been able to stay awake! It's been a long time!"
Ron affectionately smacked my buns, "Tax season, Rocky. You know what that's like! Don't worry, Baby, I'll be plenty awake tonight -- even if it *IS* tax season."
With a final wave, I made my way outside into the crisp, cold air. I got into the "Z," all gassed up and loaded down with goodies for Denny, and headed down the road. The car warmed up quickly so I stopped before I entered the Interstate and removed my jacket and gloves, making for an even more comfortable drive.
There's something so relaxing about speeding along an Interstate. I was in our new 300ZX, the road was dry, traffic light. It was the perfect drive to just let the mind wander."With one last glance at my legs, then my breasts, and a smile right at me, Officer Boyd moved away from my window.
"Sure. Just drive careful, now."
Back on the road with just a warning.
YES!
I didn't hit any snow until I was only about a half hour outside of Philly; but, when I did hit it, it was one hell of a storm. I was too close to Denny's and too far from home to turn back, but it took me well over an hour to get to the campus. The "Z" was slipping and sliding, and I did two thrilling "one-eighties" on the very slick streets.
I exhaled with relief as I crept onto a campus parking lot near Denny's apartment and turned the ignition off. Here at last, and safe. The last hour had been a real bitch!
I stepped out of the car and into at least four inches of icy, wet, cold snow. Counting my shoes as ruined, I grabbed my purse, gloves, and jacket and ran, sliding and slipping my way to the front entrance of Denny's high-rise dormitory. I grabbed the house phone on the wall and dialed Denny's number.
"Yeah?"
"Is Denny there?"
"Yeah, hold on." Whoever answered, dropped the phone on something hard, and it clattered in my ear. Then I heard in the background, "Hey, butt-face, there's a cunt on the phone for you."
"Who is it, asshole?" It was Denny's voice.
"How the fuck should I know? You're the big pussy-hound."
"Fuck off!" Then into the phone, "Hello?"
"Denny!"
"Mom!? Uh... Where are you?"
"I'm downstairs. I need you to get me past the security desk."
"Oh, sure. I called Ron to tell him about the weather and to tell you guys to stay home."
"Denny, can we talk about this up in your apartment? I'm wet and freezing my buns off out here."
"Oh! Sure, mom. Sorry. I'll be right down."
"Bring some strong backs, Dear, the car's loaded with stuff."
I stepped inside the double doors and waited for Denny to come down on the elevator and sign me in. The college made sure their residences were secure, and since the campus wasn't in the best neighborhood, I didn't mind the inconvenience if it helped keep the students (including my baby) safer.
The dorm I was standing in was one of four high-rise apartment buildings. Denny had lived on campus all four years; but, this year, his accommodations were in the most coveted dorms, reserved for jocks and lucky upperclassmen. Denny's apartment had a large living room-dining room combination, a kitchen, three bedrooms, and two baths. He had three roommates -- Brian was another senior, and Steve and Tom bunked together and were juniors. They were all in the same fraternity together and seemed to get along well.
The elevator opened, and Denny and two boys I didn't recognize got off. He signed me in at the desk, and when I passed through the gate, I was finally able to hug my little boy. "Hi, Baby. How are you?"
"Great, Mom. I can't believe you got here through this stuff -- especially in the `Z.'"
"Well, it wasn't easy. Honey, can I go up to your apartment and get a pair of dry socks on? My feet are freezing! Here are the keys. The car is about 20 spaces over to the left and 2 or 3 rows back. Make sure it's locked."
"No problem, Mom. We're right behind you."
And they were. By the time I caught the next elevator and got my bearings, I had just knocked and was getting the apartment door opened when the three of them came banging and thudding off the elevator and down the hall.
It was just after noon on a Saturday, but it looked like Denny and his roommates had a small party going, already. There was a basketball game on the TV, but the volume was turned down so as not to interfere with the stereo, blasting music I didn't recognize. But the real entertainment was the snow. With the curtains drawn back, the view from the fifteenth floor was spectacular -- it was snowing and blowing, and you could barely see the ground.
I followed Denny into his bedroom, and he handed me two mismatched white socks -- after smelling them! As we talked, I reached up under my skirt and wiggled my wet pantyhose off my hips and peeled them down my legs. The dry socks felt warm and wonderful.
Denny and his friends were happy to see two cases of Sam Adams beer and a couple bottles of wine disappear into the refrigerator. From the kitchen, I called Ron to tell him I was safe, then I asked if anyone was hungry. When I got all affirmative responses, I opened the contents of a Tupperware container I'd brought into a pot and turned on the oven.
"I brought it all, guys -- spaghetti, meatballs, and homemade bread. Ready in about a half-hour," I announced.
The smells of home cooking must have permeated the halls, because kids kept arriving, and soon I figured I better put on a second pot of sauce and more pasta. As the crowd got bigger and bigger, I was trapped in the kitchen, serving plates of food and slicing the bread. Denny's friend, Brian, fought his way through the crowd, handed me my second glass of wine, and began to help me with the starving herd.
The stereo was blasting, and people were talking, and it was fun to be a part of it. Brian stayed to help me with the dishes, and we talked about music and school, and the snow. My third glass of wine was history, and I knew I was buzzed as I accepted my fourth. I was giddy, and my skin felt super-sensitive as Brian inadvertently brushed against my hip or breast as we worked together.
I pushed my way through the crowd, holding Denny's birthday cake with the lit candles on it. I could feel Brian's hands holding my hips as I bent over to place the cake on a low coffee table in front of the birthday-boy. Brian and I made our way back into the kitchen and opened another bottle of wine as the cake disappeared in the living room.
The afternoon passed into evening, and we sat and talked and played drinking games and looked out the window at the snowstorm. Occasionally, Brian would ask me to dance, and as he pressed me close, I could feel his hardness between us. We ran out of wine, but, by then, I was too drunk to care, and switched to beer. When I finally noticed how tired and blitzed I was, almost everyone had moved on to another party somewhere, and the apartment was empty and looked like what Times Square on New Year's morning must look like.
Still sober enough to realize that I hadn't expected to spend the night and had no other clothes, I asked Denny if I could borrow a large t-shirt or sweatshirt.
"Sure, Mom. Second drawer down. Take your pick."
I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth with my finger, then went into Denny's room. I carefully took off my skirt and blouse and hung them on hangers. I debated leaving my bra on, but decided on comfort over modesty -- it always feels so damn good to take it off.
I picked out what looked like Denny's cleanest sweatshirt, and dropped it over my hands and head. I stood there in Denny's old sweatshirt, tugging it down over my hips and checking how short it was on me -- it barely came down to my crotch, and I could see a tiny sliver of my white panties between my thighs in his mirror. I was just shrugging and figuring I was only going to sleep in it anyway, when there was a light knock, and the door opened. It was Brian.
"Hi, Rocky. I was just wondering if there was anything you needed that I could provide for you."
I couldn't remember exactly when we had moved from "Mrs. Chase" to "Rocky," but I let it slide. I stood very still. I figured with that short sweatshirt on, if I moved at all, he'd see even more of me exposed.
He was leaning against the door jamb, smiling. He was bare-chested and was wearing only blue, silky-looking pajama bottoms. His shoulders were broad, his chest was smooth and hairless, and his stomach was rippled and hard-looking. Quite a package.
"Where's Denny?"
"He passed out on the sofa. Dead to the world. It's just the two of us left. Well?"
"`Well' what, Brian?"
"Is there something you need?"
There was no doubt in my mind that he was hitting on me. I guess all those brushes against my buns and breasts and the slow dancing weren't inadvertent, after all. I was old enough to be his mother and I was his best friend's mom! He was supremely confident in his masculinity and appeal, but I didn't know how I would ever be able to look him or Denny in the eyes the next morning if I accepted his blatant offer.
"No, thanks, Brian, there's nothing I need."
"How about want? Is there anything you want, Rocky?"
"No, Brian. There's nothing I want. Now, goodnight, Dear, and thanks for the offer."
He smiled and shrugged, "Okay. Goodnight, Rocky. See you in the morning."
Don't ask me why, but as I laid in bed, I couldn't sleep. The long drive, the snow, the pasta, all the booze -- instead of knocking me out as soon as my head hit the pillow, I was antsy and restless and wide awake. Maybe trying to sleep in Denny's lumpy mattress on the floor had something to do with it. Maybe being horny and feeling more than a little tingly had something to do with it, too.
A little while later, as I laid there, I heard the apartment door open and close, and then noise in the next bedroom. It was just what I needed in my already-aroused state! Through the thin wall, next to my bed, I heard a couple getting it on, loudly. They were humping away, and she was a real moaner. It seemed to go on and on, and I felt myself sweating as I listened. My panties grew warm and wet as I placed my ear against the wall, secretly listening to their climax. Then they were through, and I was left alone and hanging!
I must have drifted off into a light sleep after that, because I awoke to the sound of the toilet flushing and, next, the bedroom door opening."Assuming it was Brian making another attack on my virtue, I feigned sleep, staying still and quiet, facing the wall away from the door. The door closed, and I listened to someone undress and then collapse onto the mattress.
It was Denny, and he was immediately asleep. In his drunken state, he must have forgotten about me and reflexively returned to his bed after going to the bathroom. I rearranged the covers over the both of us. There was nowhere else in the apartment for me to sleep (except maybe Brian's bed!), and there was no way I was going to wake Denny to get him to move, so I told myself I would be out of bed long before he woke up, rolled over, and tried to get back to sleep.
Before I could drift off, Denny moved closer to me in the narrow bed, and I felt the lump of an erection pressed against my back. Then he rolled over onto his back. There was enough light in the room from the small reading light on Denny's desk. Tempted beyond behaving, I rolled over and, giggling to myself, lifted the covers.
My God! Denny's boxers were tented up and straining against what had to be the largest penis I had ever seen. My son! Feeling like a naughty girl, I folded back the covers. His erection was standing straight up, and the material in his shorts had to be near its tolerance for ripping. At first hesitating, and then giving in totally to the urge, I reached to the slit opening in his shorts. I just had to see!
Denny's penis exploded through the opening, standing even taller. Not only was his penis long, it was almost as thick as my wrist. The head was deep pink, shiny, and huge. I had never seen another cock like that in my life. I snickered, thinking back to all the times I had given my little baby a bath, never dreaming he would grow something like this.
The cooler air must have gotten to Denny, because he pulled on the covers and began to roll over. I scrambled back into the blankets, still thinking in wonder about the prodigious penis on my son.
Denny moved again, and we were arranged like two spoons -- his front to my back. His erection was still there, and no longer hidden in his shorts, I could feel its warmth pressed against me.
Telling myself I was readjusting my position to get more comfortable, I squirmed and wiggled, and when I stopped, my son's huge, hard penis was pressed between my thighs.
I was getting very wet. I'd had a sex-buzz all day, from the state trooper fantasy to Brian's not-so-subtle feels, his blatant offer, the wine, and the couple in the next bedroom -- Goddammit! I was horny!
I was playing a game with myself. I was as curious as I was horny. As I moved away from Denny to slide my panties down my legs, I knew I was going to blame whatever happened on the wine.
When I moved back into position, I let the cock press between my thighs, again. Another slight movement and it was at my wet slit! I could feel its heat and hardness in my wetness, touching, but not yet penetrating me. I was gasping for breath with excitement.
I lifted my right leg, opening myself. I pressed my hips back, and the cockhead began to enter me. I was so near cumming! A little more and I can feel the huge knob slip all the way into me.
Denny was still asleep, but his reflexes took over for him. His arm fell across my shoulder and breasts. His hips thrust at me forcefully, ramming more of that superprick deeper into my pussy. He began to hump me. My son was fucking me in his sleep, and I was loving it!
My climax began with an explosion and took off from there. Denny humped me a few more times, and then he came inside me with a grunt. After just a few more soft thrusts, he rolled over and began to snore, again.
Finally, I fell asleep.
I was far away. I wasn't sure where I was, and the weather was confusing. It was snowing, but the sky was a bright blue, and I wasn't cold. I was laying on my back, on the trunk of a Pennsylvania State Police car. I couldn't see the markings, but I knew it was a State Police car. The lights were flashing. I was naked and spread open.
There was something or someone between my spread legs, and I was aroused. I looked down my body and saw the brown "Smokey" police hat jerking at my crotch, and I knew it was Officer Boyd wearing his hat as he ate my pussy!
I wasn't going to get a ticket! I put my head back on the trunk and watched the snow fall from the blue sky as I concentrate on what he's doing to me. His strong tongue penetrates me, and then his mouth moves to my clit and gently sucks it between his lips and teeth. I was quickly nearing an orgasm and was anxious to surrender to it.
Officer Boyd stopped eating me and moved up my body. I whimpered when his mouth left my pussy. The hat still hid his face as he lowered his mouth to my nipple. I missed his mouth on my pussy. His hips pushed forward, and I felt his penis seeking my cunt. I moved to help it, and I gasped as its head found my wet slit.
Officer Boyd grunted. Then he grunted again as he thrust his cock between my labia and deep into my pussy.
It was good. It was very, very good. Officer Boyd felt so big, so filling. In and out, his cock pounded into my greedy pussy. Each plunge crashed my ass cheeks into the trunk of the car, but the trunk was soft and comfortable.
"Make me come, Officer Boyd! Make me come!" I begged.
"Who's 'Officer Boyd?'"
My eyes popped open. It was Denny! His face looked up at me from under the covers. I must have been dreaming the setting, but the sex was real! My son was fucking me!
"Denny! Stop! Get off me!"
"Come on, mom. You didn't want me to stop last night."
"Ohhh..." His cock was still pistoning in and out of me, and like last night, I knew I had never felt a monster-cock like his before! "Please, stop, Dear. It's not right. We can't do this."
"Mom, please don't make me stop, now. Please." Denny was pumping faster and faster. He was going to cum inside me.
I reached to his face and held it between my hands. "Alright, Dear. You can finish."
But he wasn't the only one nearing a finish. Involuntarily, I felt my hips rising to meet his thrusts, my arms moved around his neck, my legs wrapped around his waist, and I felt him slip even deeper inside me, if that was possible.
I was cumming! I was cumming, and I didn't know if I would live through it! The pleasure was going to kill me! I had never, never felt an orgasm like that!
I bit into my son's tender shoulder to keep from screaming, and as I did, I tasted his blood in my mouth and his semen in my cunt.
I passed out.
I opened my eyes. The dark room was spinning, and I was having trouble taking deep breaths.
Denny was sitting on the mattress, smiling down at me, pressing one warm washcloth to my forehead and another to his shoulder.
"Wow!" he said.
I reached to touch his hand, "Yeah, wow. This was never supposed to happen, you know."
He nodded.
"I'm sorry I let it happen, Dear. It was wrong, and I shouldn't have done this to you."
"Are you kidding? I wanted it to happen, mom. I've *ALWAYS* wanted to do what we've just done -- for as long as I can remember."
I was touched and felt a tear form in each eye. "But a boy's teenage fantasy is just a fantasy, Denny. Normal mothers and sons don't do this. I'm scared I've harmed you."
"I'm not harmed. I've never felt happier in my life. Is that a harm? Will you get pregnant?" <I shook my head no.> "Well there's no harm there, either. Mom, I love you, and I want to do what we've done over and over and over again."
"No, Denny, we can never let this happen again. Never."
"But, mom-"
I placed my finger to his lips and shook my head. It must never happen again.
Who did I think I was I kidding?
I called Ron and told him the roads wouldn't be clear of the snow for another day. That day and the next, Denny and I rutted together like two dogs in heat. Denny told his roommates that I had caught a cold and was staying in bed. I was staying in bed, alright -- wrapped around my son's hard body with his even-harder prick shoved up my cunt to the hilt. I'm sure his roommates were curious (and maybe Brian even had an idea what was going on), but neither of us cared.
We fucked on that mattress until neither of us could fuck anymore, then we would nap and start all over again. I sucked his big, beautiful cock until my jaw was sore. He sucked my tits and licked my cunt until his mouth was tired. And, always, that monster cock was there -- ready, again and again.
This old lady wasn't used to fucking a young stud, but I was more than willing to adjust.
When I finally dressed to leave, I couldn't go without one more mouthful of Denny's cum. I dropped to the floor, took his dick out of his pants, and blew him until he came yet again.
On the long drive home, I thought about what had happened. I didn't know *WHY* it had happened, it just did. I thought I'd be all twisted up with guilt, but I wasn't. I felt such a deep and intense passion for Denny, I couldn't believe it. My only twinge of guilt was for Ron.
That twinge didn't slow me down. Instead of going to the islands with his Frat brothers over Spring Break, Denny came home, and the two of us spent every second that Ron was out of the house fucking and sucking each other into exhaustion.
Denny graduated in May and wasn't leaving for Grad school until September.All summer, I urged him to go out with his friends and to date girls his own age. Of course, when he did date, I was terribly jealous -- until the next morning, after Ron left for the office, Denny would crawl into bed with me, and we would go off to our own little world of sex.
Denny left Labor Day weekend, and I missed him terribly.
Now, the Monday after Thanksgiving, after seeing Denny off at the airport, I'm thrilled that the turkey wasn't the only thing that got stuffed this weekend! | 1 |
282 | Wheelchair Sex | "Don't bother!" Melanie snapped when I offered to help her inside her apartment. "You've done your charity work for this evening!"
It had been that way ever since I had made that remark at eight, right after dinner. By nine o'clock, I was more than ready to take her home. She hadn't exactly been a ray of sunshine, but I could understand that it was a rough thing for a twenty-year-old girl to be confined to a wheelchair. But even cutting her some slack, I'd had enough of her bitching and acid remarks to last a lifetime.
"Just what the hell is your problem?" I glared at her, and wheelchair or no wheelchair, I was ready to smack her a good one.
"Problem?" she sneered. "Oh, it's no problem. I don't mind that my sister paid you to take poor, old, crippled me to dinner."
"Damnit," I bit, "I didn't say she paid me. I just said that I had to borrow some money. But it wasn't from your sister."
What I had tried to tell her over after-dinner coffee was that the whole date was turning out to be a lot of fun - for me anyway.
"Meaning just what?" she asked, her attitude softening slightly.
"Meaning I thought the date was worth having to borrow some money. I don't get my unemployment check 'til next Friday and I didn't want to postpone our date. Does that come clear to you now?"
"I suppose," she allowed, "but I know you wanted to dance and of course I can't."
"Naw," I shrugged, "I'm not that good of a dancer, really."
"And my sister didn't use any pressure on you to take me out?"
I had to draw a fine line at that point. Her sister, Jamie, had suggested that I take Melanie out, but the only persuasion she had used was to tell me that Melanie had a terrible crush on me.
When Jamie suggested I date her sister, I might not have gone for it, but at that time I really needed the ego shot of having a pretty girl - even one in a wheelchair - with a crush on me. My fiancee of two years had just up and bolted on me, making me look like a jerk by running off to Las Vegas with my boss and so I basically lost both job and girl. Besides, I thought that Melanie looked a lot like that old movie actress, Dorris Day, and that wasn't half bad in the looks department.
"She mentioned that you liked to date," I said cautiously. "I just broke up with my girl and I'm not attached or anything, so I was interested."
"Really interested?" she asked, looking at me with a skeptical expression. "Not many guys rush to date a girl in a wheelchair. So you're just killing time until you find a new girl?"
"Maybe not," I said firmly. "Did it ever cross your mind that you're a very pretty girl?"
She looked at me for a moment, then said, "I used to be, before the accident. But don't bullshit me about how you don't mind me being crippled and everything."
Whew, what an attitude. It wasn't my job description to repair her damaged ego, but I felt I had to try. Besides, I was fed up enough to give it to her straight about her crappy, self-pitying attitude.
"Oh, yeah? Crippled? Sure, I guess you are, but just how handicapped are you, huh? I mean, you look pretty good to me, and all the right parts seem to be there, so except for the fact you can't dance or maybe play a set of tennis, I'd guess you're a whole woman."
"How would you know?" she snapped. "Maybe I can't feel a damn thing down below. Maybe it's no fun for a guy to . . . lie on top of a dead piece of flesh."
So she had tried sex since the car wreck. I caught myself feeling sorry for her, but then I asked, "It that the only way, or the only time, you tried to have sex?"
My blunt question stunned her into momentary silence. She stared at me with her mouth slightly open.
"We do the best we can," I told her quickly, "and there is more than one way to skin a cat as they say."
She got her voice back to say, "Oh, yeah? Just how long do you think some normal guy is gonna settle for . . . half sex from a girl in a wheel chair?"
"What do you call 'half-sex'?"
"This conversation is getting out of hand," she said tiredly, turning away. "Please help me inside and then you can go." I thought I saw a tear forming at the corner of her blue eye.
I opened the door and pushed her inside, but once there, I didn't rush to get away. I had become darned curious as to just what a person in a wheelchair could actually do about sex. She wanted me to go, but I hung around for a while, just rapping with her, trying to get her to open up.
Finally, she looked up at me with a defiant expression. "You want to find out, don't you?"
"I'd be real curious," I said easily. "Hell, don't you think that I think you're darned cute. So if I can make out with you, I sure will."
She stared at me for a long time, examining my face to see if I was putting her on or not. I guess some guys might get a kinky thrill out of screwing - or whatever - a women in wheelchair, but it was just that for me. I had really found her nice to be with before the bitterness had set in.
Finally, Melanie nodded. "Okay, damnit, turn the lights down and make sure the door is locked."
I did as she asked, and by the time I got back to her, she had removed her blouse and brassiere, and I saw that her belt was undone and the first couple of buttons of her jeans were unfastened.
"We can't be all coy about it," she told me. "It takes some cooperation, so if you'll stop gaping at my boobs for a minute and take off your pants, we can get going here."
She was too darned matter of fact about it, but even so the sight of her surprisingly full and well-shaped breasts with their wide areolae got a very positive response from me. Still, her cut-and-dried manner reminded me of a ten-dollar streetwalker and I didn't like it a lot. I knelt down next to her chair and, trying to ignore her bare upper body, kissed her.
"I'm kinda shy," I grinned when we broke apart, "so you gotta go easy about getting me turned on. I have to be kissed and maybe fooled with a little before I go jumping into bed with a girl. Okay?"
That got a laugh out of her and she eased up. We kissed a few more times - she kissed pretty good too - and after a bit I was exploring those nice boobs, kneading them, lightly pinching the large nipples and then kissing on them. Melanie's breathing told me she was beginning to warm some so I ran my hand down her chest to her belly, and then to the zipper of her jeans. She stopped me.
"Wait," she whispered. "I'd like to do something before we get naked, okay."
She repeated her request for me to take off my trousers and this time I did. I felt just a little awkward standing there in front of her chair, stripped from the waist, with my half-hard arching out, but she touched my leg, indicating that I should move closer, and following her lead, I ended up straddling the arms of her wheelchair with my pecker hanging just above the upper swell of her tits. She smiled up at me and as I tried to settle down on the arms of her chair, she began to stroke my cock. Her hand was warm and soft, and nimble and pretty soon I was swollen to full hardness. Melanie licked her palm and took a firmer grip on my turgid organ. One, two, three long, slow strokes and my gut began to warm and tighten, and then she leaned forward slightly to open her soft, wet mouth over the ridged crown of my aroused penis. God, her mouth was heavenly! I don't know how much experience she'd had before the accident, but she sure knew what she was doing right then. As my belly began to do a drumbeat, heralding my approaching orgasm, and I could feel her tongue raking and tickling the underside of my cock, just at the sensitive area below the head.
"Ohh, Baby," I warned, "I'm getting pretty worked up."
Melanie stopped sucking long enough to give a sexy, throaty laugh. "Oh? Well now, that's good. Do you think you might want to come or something?" She gave the shaft of my cock a squeeze.
"Yeah, damnit! And unless you want a mouthful, you'd better watch out."
"Hm. Well it might be kinda fun but it would be messy if I let it go all over my chest, so maybe I should just swallow it. Is that okay with you?"
By way of an answer, I shoved my hips forward. She laughed again and pressed down on the tip of my cock, letting off and then watching it spring back up.
"Hm, yes, he is just about ready," she chuckled. Then sucked me with a renewed gusto, using her hand as well and bringing me to a hard boil in seconds. I let go, gushing into her busy mouth in squirt after squirt, and as good as her promise, Melanie gulped it down, her throat working quickly as she accepted the pulses of white, sticky male essence, rolling down her throat.She kept on gently sucking and licking until I was quivering with sweet agony, and she had drawn every last drop of virile semen from me.
My legs wouldn't hold me, so I sank to the carpet beside her chair, drawing hard for breath and trying to get my head back on straight.
"Jesus Christ!" I gasped. "That was fantastic."
"Now you know," Melanie said with only a trace of bitterness in her tone.
"Yeah, I guess so," I responded. "But that was the 'half' part, right? So now, just what would you like from me?"
She stared at me, surprised, then bemused. Finally, she said, "Can you get it hard again?"
"After a bit, probably," I told her honestly. "In the meantime, why don't we find a bed and get more comfortable?"
She seemed to consider for a moment, then nodded. As I pushed her toward the bedroom, she said,
"I ought to warn you that I'm sort of, ah, limp from the waist down. You may have to do a lot for me until I'm actually in the bed."
"No problem," I said with more confidence than I really was feeling.
I had to be pretty cool about lifting her onto the bed, undressing her the rest of the way, and turning down the covers for her. Her lower body was limp and pale and soft, compared to her upper parts, but the important thing was to find out just how much she was able to feel down there.
For starters, once we were cuddled up in her queen-sized bed, I ran my hands over her body, gradually moving downward to touch her upper legs and then her pubic curls.
"Let me know what you feel," I asked.
"I can feel that," she advised me, "but I don't think I can get awfully wet right away."
"Uh, just where does the feeling end?"
"I got hit just above my knees," she told me, "so my lower legs don't work worth a damn. There was some damage higher up as well, so I have trouble with my back sometimes."
"Well, that's good," I said. "I mean that's good you could feel it if I were to go down there and kiss around."
"You don't have to do that," she protested.
"No, but I'd like to," I told her.
She went stiff and her hands fluttered nervously around my head for a bit, and she tried to pull me up, but once I'd gotten into a good position, moved her thighs apart and spread her outer labia with my thumbs, she gave up and went along with it. The trouble wasn't so much her injury, it seemed, but her attitude about being a cripple. I suspected that she had given a blowjob to other guys, but I doubted that any had returned the favor, let alone stick a cock into her. I intended to do both before I was finished with her.
She was a little musky, but not bad, and my first, tentative lick along her outer lips tasted strong. But I got used to it quickly, so by the time she got puffy down there and began to get a little wet, I didn't have a problem with her female essence. I used my tongue and lips on her, and after a while, I was rewarded with soft moans from above and a moist, flowery opening down below.
"Can you feel that okay?"
"Yes," she sighed. "A little bit anyway." When I hesitated, she said, "No, please don't quit. Even if I can't feel everything, it still feels kind of nice."
I went back to her sopping crotch. Her upper body was lifting and her hips were stirring a little when I quit eating her out and slipped upward to lie close to her.
"You about ready?" I asked, smiling at her.
"I don't know how good it will be, but, please, let's try!"
"I'm gonna go for it, but I need to know if you are using any birth control."
"Oh, God," she whispered, "I'm not. I didn't even think about it."
I leaned over and pulled a condom from my pocket, hoping she wouldn't resent the fact that I was so prepared. I always carried at least one, but girls seem to get upset when they discover I do. I knelt on the bed to roll the safety onto my blooming erection as Melanie watched me intently.
"Want to help?" I grinned.
She demurred, but at my urging, she finally did, giggling as she awkwardly rolled the latex down over my very ready organ. I began to wonder how much sexual experience she'd had prior to the accident.
I moved over on top of her, and she helped by guiding my reborn erection to her darkly fringed crotch. I had to push her legs apart again, and then pull her knee up, but once I got down on her and pressed the head of my cock into her slightly dry vagina, things got easier. The lubrication on the condom helped. I took several slow and gentle strokes, testing the waters, so to say, feeling her become looser and a little wetter, and then bracing on my elbows as she held her arms around my neck, I began to ride on her with a gentle rhythm.
The second fuck is always slower and less urgent, so it was no trouble to go easy on her. I stayed relaxed, taking the time to enjoy her growing response. She may have worried about it, but getting right down to it, she was every bit as good as many non-crippled girls. There's no such thing as a bad fuck, and some are even better.
Her breath was beginning to whistle in my ear, and I could feel the sweat beginning to pop out on her chest and sides, so I asked her,
"Mel, Honey, are you getting close?"
"I don't know," she whimpered. "I'm not sure I can, so you just go ahead."
"Just relax," I told her. "You just tell me when you want it."
I took up a quicker pace, humping her with longer, faster strokes, and I was almost at the breaking point when she finally whispered for me to do it. I did, plunging into her without holding back, the bed bouncing and her legs flopping as I came, bursting into the condom to swell the tip with my eager sperm.
The downside of using a latex safety is that once you've come, it gets risky to keep on pumping on a woman, and you have to call a halt. I was still about half hard then as I grasped the base of the rubber and eased out of her. I couldn't really tell if she had climaxed, but she certainly had seemed to enjoy it when I came. As I came up to my knees, looking for a good place to dispose of the used condom, Melanie surprised me by taking the soggy thing from my hand and gazing at the stuff sloshing around in the end of it.
"Looks like a lot," she commented.
"Thanks," I replied.
"Did you ever get a girl pregnant?"
"Not that I know of, thank heavens. I guess I'm pretty careful."
"Hm. Have you ever tasted your own stuff?"
It was a hell of a question, and of course I replied that I hadn't.
Melanie did a strange thing then. She turned the condom upside down and let the semen dribble out all over her breasts and stomach. She smeared it around on her body and then looked up at me with a peculiar gleam in her wide eyes.
"We can wipe it off, or you can lick it off, either way."
She was handing me a very erotic challenge, and I accepted it. I began to lick up the semen from her boobs and then her belly, repressing my natural gag reflex and trying not to taste it, when I realized that Melanie was acting funny. She was breathing fast and groaning softly, her upper body arching into my moving tongue. She was orgasming, getting off from my licking my own virile slime from her body. She let out one long, low groan, went rigid, and then relaxed.
I had to ask: "Holy cow, woman! Is that how you really get off?"
Melanie shrugged, looking slightly embarrassed. "I don't know. I've never done anything like that before. It just seemed like, uh, something real sexy to do, so I asked you."
The sexy little bitch! Up to that point, it had been fun, and maybe something I wouldn't mind doing again, but after that, I knew that I had to be with her again and again.
"Do you think you could come any other way?"
"I don't know," she replied. "I'd like to go on the Pill though because I'd like to have your gooey old stuff go right up in me, even if I can't feel it."
So maybe the other guys wonder why I'm going steady with a girl who rides around in a wheelchair; but I don't give a damn, and they don't have to know why. Maybe Melanie can't dance, or can't move her bottom parts so well, or have a climax the usual way, but man, when we're in bed, that woman can suck the life out of me and beg for more. She loves my semen in her, on her, all over her, or anyway at all, and that brings her to a sizzling climax every time. | 1 |
292 | Twin Trouble | "Johnny!" I heard Mom yell, "Get your butt out to the barn and do your chores. I'm going over to Mrs. Johnson's for a bit. I'll be back about four-thirty. Make sure Janie gathers the eggs and feeds the chickens, too."
"Okay, Mom, where's Dad?"
"He went to town after feed. He'll be back after dark. Why?"
"He said we would go fishing in the morning, and I wanted to get my gear out of the truck to straighten it out," I answered.
"Well, you can do that tonight before you go to bed. Now hop to it!"
As Mom drove away in our old Ford, I went into the house.
"Janie!" I yelled, "Janie, Mom said to get your chores done now."
My twin sister and I share a room in the attic of our small farmhouse. Dad says he is going to add on sometime so we can each have our own room, but Janie and I don't mind sharing. We dress behind a curtain, so it's really okay with our parents. Being twins, Janie and I share everything, anyway.
Janie wasn't upstairs. "Goofing off as usual," I muttered to myself as I walked to the barn to get my work done.
By the way, I'm Johnny Watson. My sister and I are fourteen (just) and live in South Alabama. There aren't any kids our age living close to us, so we are best friends. Being twins, I guess that's natural anyway.
We tell each other everything; well, almost everything. When we went to visit our Aunt Becky and Uncle Bob and our cousins Tommy and Tish last summer, Tommy had let me have some of his magazines that showed people fucking. I kept them hidden in the barn and didn't tell Janie about them. I was too embarrassed about what she would think. I had peeked around the curtain and watched her undress a few times and I had a feeling that she had peeked at me as well, but we never talked about it.
I stopped in the door of the barn, enjoying the scent of the pine sawdust we had spread throughout. My footfalls were silent as I walked down the center toward the feed bin. I decided to look at my fuckbooks for a minute first and went over to the stall where I had hidden them. I stopped when I heard sounds from inside. I bent down and peeked through a crack in the boards. Boy was I surprised!
My twin was inside, sitting on a bale of hay. She had found my magazines and was looking at one with her legs spread. Her eyes were wide as she looked on the sexy pictures, and as she turned the page, I saw that she had one hand down the front of her cutoff jeans, playing with her cunny. She pulled her hand out as I watched and unsnapped her shorts and pulled the zipper down, folding the flaps back. I could see her white, little-girl panties. She licked her middle finger and slid her hand back into her panties. I could tell she was rubbing her clit.
She tilted her head back in pleasure and the magazine slid off her lap. When she stood to pick it up, her shorts dropped to her ankles. She looked thoughtful for a moment, then looked around. I could see that the crotch of her panties were wet. She stepped out of her shorts and turned her back to me. Her underwear was stretched across the soft globes of her ass. She picked up an old horseblanket and spread it on the bale of hay.
My gorgeous sister turned back around and to my surprise, she put her fingers in the waistband of her panties and shoved them down to her ankles and stepped out of them, revealing her lovely cunt to my feasting eyes. I had not really seen her pussy since we stopped taking baths together when we were about seven. When I peeked at her it was usually dark, so I couldn't see much. She sat back down and put her feet up on the edge of the blanket-covered bale of hay, then spread her legs wide, giving me a perfect view of her virgin pussy.
My twin licked her fingers again and returned them to her crotch, spreading the lips and showing me her clit and hole. I had recently noticed hair starting to grow around my dick and I saw that it was matched by soft, downy hair lining her little slit. Her eyes flew across the pages of pictures and her hand flew across her shiny clit and vulva. She grunted softly as she stimulated herself and I noticed moisture developing around her hole, soon bubbling with fluids that dribbled down the crack of her ass to collect on the blanket beneath her.
Her fingers flew faster and faster across her center of pleasure until finally, the book slipped to the floor again. She closed her eyes, arched her back and started to cum. Juices poured from her tiny hole as her hand raked from her little brown wrinkled backdoor up to the top of her slit and back again. She was trying to be quiet, but a keening whine escaped her lips as she enjoyed her orgasm. She finally collapsed and I saw her cum still leaking from her and puddling on the blanket.
She was breathing hard so I took the opportunity to slip quietly from the barn. I ran back up to the house and slammed the door.
"JANIE," I yelled. "Where are you? We've got work to do!"
I walked slowly back to the barn, giving her time to get dressed and cover her tracks. When I got to the barn, she was in the feed bin, filling the chickenfeed bucket. Her face was red and I could see that the flush extended down to cover her chest.
"Oh, there you are. Mom went to Mrs. Johnson's and said for us to do our chores. What'cha been doing?" I asked.
"Oh, nothing. Just getting the chickenfeed ready," she responded.
"Well, scoot!" I told her and popped her on the butt as she passed.
"Alright, you," she said with a grin. "What's the matter, you trying to get rid of me?"
"Not really. What makes you ask that?"
"Oh, nothing." She tossed her hair saucily and pranced out. I watched the sway of her developing hips as she walked out of the barn. I went over to the door of the stall where my books were hidden and waited till I saw her turn back to watch out of the corner of my eye before I went in. I quickly pulled out the horseblanket and unfolded it. The puddle of juice she had created was still evident. I put it to my nose and inhaled, smelling the sweet scent of her spend. I folded it back and returned it, then reached into my hiding place and pulled out the book she had been looking at.
I sat on the same bale she had used and started looking at the book. I was listening intently and heard a soft shuffling from outside. I had figured that she would try to sneak a peek at me since she had seen me come into the stall where the books were. I copied her movements by putting my hand in my shorts as I looked at the pictures. I bent my head down and looked through my eyelashes to see my twin in the same position I had occupied, gazing through a crack in the boards.
I unsnapped my shorts and unzipped them as she had hers, reaching inside to jack my dick. My briefs were soaked with precum from watching my sister masturbate. I didn't want to make her suspicious by copying her exactly, so I put the book down instead of dropping it. Then I turned and picked up the same blanket she had used. From the corner of my eye, I could see her look worried, but she relaxed when I unfolded it so the opposite side from where she had deposited her fluids was up. Then I turned back and shoved my pants and underwear down and plopped on the blanket.
Janie gasped audibly as she saw my erect cock for the first time. I picked up the book and held it in one hand as I slid my fist up and down my 7" rod, enjoying the knowledge that my twin was watching me jack off. I didn't even look at the pictures, but watched Janie through the fingers holding the porno mag. Her eyes were wide and she licked her lips occasionally as she gazed at my cock. Finally I dropped the book and lay back with my eyes closed, except that I continued to watch my twin through slits.
My hand slid faster and faster up and down my dick, precum bubbling from the tip to lubricate my efforts. Then I felt the familiar tingling between my legs as my orgasm neared. I slowed my hand to make it last longer and put my other hand between my legs to fondle my balls. Suddenly, I felt the pleasure build and went back to jacking my shaft furiously. I squeezed my dick tightly as I felt the pressure build, then the cum blasted from the tip, shooting across the narrow stall to hit just above the crack my sister was peering through. She was startled, not realizing what it meant for a guy to cum and drew back, but quickly replaced her eyes to the crack.
Jet after jet of spunk blasted from my cock, but none so powerful as the first. I grunted heavily as I came, finally collapsing as the final offerings dribbled from the end of my dick. I continued to secretly watch my twin. The glob of sperm that had hit the wall slid down till it was dangling in the crack. Janie looked at me carefully to be sure my eyes were still closed, then snaked an finger into the crack and scooped up my cum. I saw her rub it between her fingers, then lift it to her nose to smell it. I watched, entranced, as she then extended her tongue to her fingers to taste it. I was thrilled! My twin was eating my cum!She must have found it not too unpleasant, for she then put her fingers in her mouth and sucked them clean. I opened my eyes and reached for a rag to clean up with and saw a flash as my twin disappeared from the crack in the boards. I knew this was going to be a fun summer!
That evening when Dad got home, I got all my fishing gear out of the truck. I hadn't used it in a long time, so it was a mess. After supper, I spread it out on the living room floor to sort and clean it. I was sitting on the floor with my legs spread when Janie came in and flopped on the couch across from me. She put her knees up with her heels on the edge of the cushion and began to read one of her romance novels. Mom called them 'trash', but let her read them anyway.
I glanced up at my twin occasionally and caught her looking at me over her book. She always dropped her eyes back to the book, but I noticed that each time, a blush infused her cheeks. I knew she was thinking about what she had seen that day. I watched her through my eyelashes and the next time I saw her watching, I lifted my eyes to stare at her crotch. Her cutoffs were stretched tightly across her pussy and buns, and the edge of her panties were visible peeking out in the back and a good half inch of pantie was showing on each side of her crotch seam. Knowing she was watching me look at her pussy, I shifted uncomfortably and reached down to reposition my growing shaft. This let her know she had given me a hardon. I glanced up at her face and caught her eyes. Our gazes locked for an instant and I could tell she was pleased at my reaction.
Dad and I got up very early the next morning to go fishing. I took my shower and climbed back up to our room in my robe. The sun was just coming up, so I don't think Janie realized that her figure was silhouetted against the curtain that separated our beds as she peeked around at me. I took off my robe and gave her a little show, stretching to the low ceiling, then touching my toes a few times, then doing a few deep knee bends while facing her, letting her gaze at my dangling cock. I was starting to get hard, so I turned and quickly stepped into my briefs and finished dressing. She disappeared from the curtain.
I walked to the door and opened it then closed it and stood quietly. I heard rustling noises and slipped over to the other end of the curtain and peeked in. She had her eyes closed but I could see movement under the sheet that told me she was playing with her pussy again.
I stepped back over to the door and opened it, mumbling to myself as though I had lost something, then left for real.
Dad and I had a good day fishing and when we got back about 2:00, Dad let me out and I took the fish to the cleaning table in the backyard and got them ready for the freezer, keeping four nice cats out for supper. Dad was going on over to the Johnson's to talk about loaning them our prize bull, Samson. I put the catfish in the fridge and the rest in the freezer. Mom's car was gone, so I figured she and Janie had gone shopping.
I wandered down to the barn to look at my books again. As I entered, I saw that Janie was at the other end, leaning on the windowsill and looking out. I snuck up behind her and grabbed her waist, growling like a bear. She jumped, screamed and spun around.
"You TURD! Don't DO that to me you TURKEY!"
"I guess that makes me a turkey turd, huh? What'cha looking at?"
"Oh, just watching Samson aggravate one of the cows," she replied, turning back around, her forearms on the sill and her nubile butt thrust back at me. I leaned against her and put one arm one each side of her with my hands on the sill and my head next to hers.
We watched as Samson walked around and around the cow, nuzzling and snorting. Finally, the bull went behind the cow and tried to mount her, failing several times as the cow coquettishly moved forward. He tried again and was successful, using his forelegs and hooves to move further up on her back. My twin gasped as Samson's penis unsheathed itself. About a foot extended and it was as big around as my arm. Boy, what a cock that one had. He scooted a bit further up and drove the massive rod into the cow's waiting cavity and humped. We could see more and more of his long dick plunge into her waiting vagina. The cow bawled loudly as she was penetrated.
My dick was getting hard from watching and from being pressed against my twin's shapely butt. As she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, she rubbed against me. I was sure she could feel my rod pressing into her asscheeks.
"They sure seem to be enjoying themselves, don't they?" I whispered in her ear. She just nodded and shifted her weight again, moving even tighter against me.
She turned toward me and asked in a husky voice, "Have you ever done that with a girl?"
"Not yet, but I sure want to. Have you?"
She shook her head and went back to watching. Samson was really driving that tool in and out now. Janie started pressing back against me, unconsciously matching the bull's strokes as he fucked the cow.
Suddenly, Samson froze on the cow's back, his long rod fully embedded. The muscles on his back rippled and he snorted loudly several times. After a minute or so, he dropped off her back, pulling his long dick out of her.
"Oh, my God!" my twin exclaimed as she saw the full length of his cock for the first time. "Look at the size of that thing!" The bull's dick was dragging the ground and at least four feet was visible.
I turned my face to hers and whispered in her ear, "I've got some books that have pictures of people doing that. Wanna see'em?"
She nodded and her voice was even huskier as she said, "Yesssss!"
I took her by the hand and led her back to the stall where they were hidden. I got the horseblanket out and spread it on the bales of hay, then sat down. "You know where they are, go ahead and get'em!"
She spun toward me and said, "Whaaaat? How did you know?"
"Cause I sneaked in yesterday and watched you look at them."
"YOU RAT! YOU PEEKED ON ME!"
"Yep, and if I'm a rat then you are too, cause I knew you were peeking on me and saw you lick my cum off your fingers. And I saw you watching me get dressed this morning and I know you played with your pussy after, too."
Her face flushed with embarrassment as she remembered what she had done and what I had seen her doing. "I guess we're even, then, huh?"
I agreed with a grin and she reached into the hiding place and pulled out the books. I spread my legs and told her to sit between them so we could look at the magazines together. She picked up the first one, but laid it aside because she had already seen it. She got the next one, opened it and leaned back against me. I could feel the warmth of her body against mine and put my arms around her and interlaced my fingers on her tummy.
The first picture was of a young girl lying on a bed with her legs spread. Her hands were in her panties and she was obviously enjoying herself. Janie turned the page and the girl was pulling her panties off. On the next page she had her knees up, her legs spread and was playing with her pussy.
"That sure looks familiar," I breathed into my twin's ear.
"Shhhhh," she said, a blush covering her face.
"Why?" I asked. "It was beautiful!"
"Cause I'm embarrassed that you saw me!"
"Well, you saw me do the same thing, didn't you?"
"That doesn't make any difference!"
"Well, I'd sure like to see you do it again! Wouldn't you?"
She paused, then nodded. I moved my hands up to the top button of her shirt and unbuttoned it. Hearing no protest, I continued till the shirt fell open. She wasn't wearing a bra and my hands came up and brushed across her nipples. She moaned. I cupped the soft mounds of her breasts and squeezed gently, dragging my thumbs back and forth across the points. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back, licking her lips and sighing. I pinched her nipples lightly and kneaded her tits a bit longer, then put my hands on her waist and pushed her up and turned her around to face me.
I unsnapped her shorts as she let her shirt fall from her shoulders. I slowly let down the zipper until the pants fell to the floor. She stepped out of them. I leaned forward and placed my lips on her right nipple, sucking it into my mouth and chewing gently. She groaned and pulled my head tighter against her as she stood there dressed only in pink panties and her tennis shoes. I drew back and put my hands on her waist, rolling the panties down bit by bit. The soft swell of her tummy was uncovered first. I kissed her navel and ran my tongue in, then continued to roll her panties downward. I gasped as I got my first close-up look at the puffy little slit, soft downy hair sprouting from the center.
"Oh, baby, it's so beautiful!" I exclaimed. She looked pleased.
Finally, I drew the frilly pink garment all the way down so she was fully exposed to me. Her vulva was enticing, with just a hint of moisture in the center of the slit. My twin stepped out of her panties and stood before me as I gazed in admiration. I leaned forward and planted a kiss on her fine little pussy.
"That tickles!" she giggled. "Now you stand up." I did as I was instructed and she hurriedly stripped off my shirt and fumbled with my belt buckle. Her hands were shaking as she finally released it and unsnapped my jeans. She dropped to her knees and pulled them down, staring at the bulge in my briefs. Her tongue darted around her lips as her hands grasped the waistband and pulled them down. She gasped as the turgid head of my cock was revealed. When the briefs reached my knees, her hands reached up to fondle my dick.She moved her head in close and examined it.
"It's so hard," Janie whispered. "I can feel your heartbeat in it!"
My twin studied it a bit longer, then I put my hands under her shoulders and drew her up and hugged her, crushing her budding breasts against my chest. I could feel the pointy little nipples stabbing me as I ran my hands down her back and into the crack of her cute little ass, squeezing her fabulous globes. I pulled her against me harder and could feel my cock rubbing the soft mound of her cunt. She ground against me as I kissed her deeply.
At first, she didn't open her mouth, but my tongue dancing on her lips soon parted them to allow entrance. She had very little experience with boys, and I figured I was probably the first to introduce her to French kissing. She learned quickly, and soon our tongues were darting madly around each other. She began to hump her crotch against me, my dick sliding up and down her slit, almost scraping her little clittie.
I sat back down on the blanket-covered haybale and told Janie to sit in my lap so we could look at the magazines some more. She turned around and started to comply, but I stopped her and told her to spread her legs a little before she sat. She complied, and as she came down, I directed the head of my prick between her lovely legs so that when she came to rest, my cock was resting in the furrow of her slit.
She looked down between her legs to see my cock sticking up. "Now it looks like I'm a boy with a thing sticking up down there!" she giggled.
"Maybe, but a boy wouldn't have these beauties!" I replied as my hands came up to enclose her soft breasts. She reached down and pressed the length of my dick harder into her slit until it was lodged against her clit. Below that, I could feel the heat of her virgin pussy radiating against my cock as it was gripped by her labia.
Janie picked up one of the porno mags and leaned back against my chest, opening the book. The first page showed a young boy and girl walking down a city street hand-in-hand, looking into each other's eyes lovingly. The facing page had several pictures of them getting into a van and driving away. I guess the impression was that they were on a date. Janie quickly turned the page, wanting to get to the good stuff. The van was shown backing into a scenic overlook, then the boy was opening the back doors. The van had a bed in the back, and they were lying on it looking out at the lights of the city.
Now the action was starting. The pair were kissing, and the boy put his hand on the girl's breast, then reached inside her bra and pulled the fleshy mound out and sucked the nipple. The girl's hand slid down the front of his pants to explore the bulge there, then popped them open and exposed his cock. The next page showed the girl bent over his cock, about to bury it between her lips as his hand went up her skirt and pulled down her lacy red panties.
"Would you like for me to do that to you?" Janie asked me as she turned to a photo that showed the guy's cock sunk to the hilt in the young girl's throat.
"Oh, Yessssss!" I hissed as the next picture showed the couple now in a classic 69 position with the boy on top, driving his dick into her mouth. Her legs were spread, and his tongue was darting all over her pussy and clit.
My twin moaned when she saw this and said, "OK, but only if you'll do that to me! She looks like she's really enjoying it!" She reached one hand down to our laps, fluttering her fingers over my cock and sliding a finger down her slit to play with her clit. I grabbed the mag with one hand to help hold it up and let my other join hers in our lap. I encircled my dick and jacked it once, drawing a vast load of precum to the top. I gathered the slickness on my finger, then pushed her hand out of the way so I could deposit the lubrication on her pussy. She took hold of the book with both hands again, and I added my free hand to her little slit, spreading the lips wide.
She turned the page and gasped loudly at the picture of the boy. He had spread the girl's legs wide and rolled her back so her legs were in the air, her shiny cunt spread wide. He had stiffened his tongue and had stuffed it in her pussy, his lip raking her asshole as he tonguefucked her. Janie squirmed in my lap as I let my fingers slide down to the entrance to her virgin hole. My middle finger dipped in, and I felt the hot wetness inside her. I let that finger slide further in until it bumped against her cherry, burying it in her to the second knuckle. Her juices were really flowing as I fingerfucked my twin's searing little cunt.
Janie let the book fall to the floor, forgotten, as she spread her legs wider and put her heels on the edge of the haybale. She bounced up and down as my finger penetrated her unviolated tunnel, grunting and keening with her breath now coming in gasps.
"Oh, Johnny, this feels so good. It's wonderful! Please eat me like that guy did her. I want you to put your tongue in me and I'll suck you, too. Pleeeeeeeeeeaaaaaasssssseeeeeeee!"
I picked my twin sister up, turned around, and placed her on the blanket with her shapely butt just on the edge. I dropped to my knees before her and placed her legs over my shoulders and gazed into her crotch, shining slickly with her juices. I put my hands behind her knees and pushed until they were touching her budding breasts. Her pussy opened like a flower, the soft petals of flesh folding back to reveal the hooded little clit and the opening to her cunt. I put my tongue at the end of the crack of her ass and let it slide slowly forward, passing over her wrinkled little pink backdoor, then across her cunt hole, finally coming to rest on her tiny distended clit. I sucked the nubbin into my mouth and chewed gently on it, eliciting a scream of pleasure from my twin.
Janie replaced my hands behind her knees with her own, spreading herself even wider, so I reached up and pinched both of her erect nipples lightly, rolling them between my fingers as I lapped at her clit. Then I put my hands under her cute little butt and rocked her, dragging my tongue from her clit, down over the dripping entrance to her love channel, back across her asshole. I rocked her back and forth for a while, her groans and moans getting louder and louder, then finally wormed my tongue into her hole and tonguefucked her like the guy in the picture. Her sweet juices flooded my face as I ate her out.
My twin sister grabbed her ankles and pulled her feet up beside her head as I licked her pussy, thrashing her head side to side and squealing. I withdrew my tongue from her and replaced it with my finger, again sliding it into her until it reached her maidenhead. I rolled it around in her little pussy, coating it with her slick juice, then pulled it out and again plunged my tongue into her. Her hips were bucking as I tonguefucked her, and her slick fluids flowed out and down her crack, coating her sweet little asshole. I placed the tip of my finger at the entrance to her bowels and as she bucked, let it gently slide into her asshole. Each time her hips thrust upward against my burrowing tongue, my finger slipped into her ass a little more, until it was embedded to the hilt.
I started rocking her again, letting my tongue flash furiously over her clit on the downstroke and deeply into her pussy on the upstroke. The sphincter muscles gripping my finger relaxed as her passions rose, and soon my finger was sliding in and out of her with each thrust. When she started a long, high-pitched scream, I knew she was reaching her peak, and I clamped my lips on her clit and sucked, my tongue dancing on the little bud as my fingers wiggled in her pussy and asshole.
"Oh, God, Johnny, I'm gonna cum, it's cumming, oh, oh it's so good, so good, here it cums, OH GOD, I'M CCCCCCCCCUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!" she screamed. Her asshole and pussy contracted on my fingers, and I felt a flood of her spend gushing from her. As she peaked, I withdrew my finger from her pussy and dipped my tongue back in, lapping up my twin's cum as it poured from her, coating my face and sliding down my throat. It tasted wonderful!
Her beautiful 14-year-old body shivered and quivered as she came down from her peak. I gently let my finger slide from her behind, then crawled up next to her and held her in my arms, rubbing her back and cuddling her as she enjoyed the afterglow of her first major orgasm. After a while, she lifted her head from my chest and looked at me with sparkling eyes.
"Oh, Johnny, thank you. That was so wonderful! You licking my pussy was fantastic, but when you put your finger in my butt, I thought I was gonna DIE! I've never felt anything so great! Now it's my turn to make you feel good. I can't wait to taste your cock!"
With that, she pushed me over on my back and scooted down so her head was above my raging hardon. Her long blonde hair framed her face and draped across my cock. She moved her head side to side so her tresses brushed gently against me. One little hand reached down to cup my balls and squeezed gently, causing a stream of precum to ooze from the tip of my dick. She extended a finger and scooped up the slick juice, leaving a trail extending from her finger to my prick. She looked up at me, then inserted her finger in her mouth, sucking my juice from it.
"Mmmmmmmm, you taste good! I want some more!" she said and dropped her head down, engulfing my dick in her hot mouth. She slid her tongue down the underside until I was buried in her throat, then eased back up to suck just the head, letting her tongue flash around and around the glans. I moaned loudly as she paid glorious attention to my manhood.My twin moved her head over so she could slide both lips down the underside of my cock, ending up with her mouth on my balls. She licked and sucked for a bit, then took both balls into her mouth, her tongue sliding all over the sack. She really seemed to be getting into what she was doing, because she started humming happily. The vibrations almost caused me to cum right then, and I squirmed in pleasure. She giggled at the discovery that humming increased the feeling for me.
Janie let my balls slip from her mouth and ran her tongue down further to caress and lap at my anus. She licked the outer ring of flesh, then burrowed her pointy little tongue into me. My sphincter relaxed, and soon she was tongue-fucking my asshole as her hand jacked my dick. I grabbed my legs and drew them to my chest in an imitation of her former posture, giving her better access to my asshole.
She brought her hands up to caress my balls again as her tongue worked its way slowly from my rectum back up to the head of my dick, where she again took me in her mouth and slid my rigid tool down her throat. I tangled my fingers in her hair as her head bobbed on me. Eating my twin sister's pussy while I fingerfucked her tender asshole had my dick so hard I was ready to explode.
Janie stiffened her tongue as she drew her mouth off my rod, then tried to bury it in the sensitive hole in the tip. Precum stretched and glistened in a long stream that led from the tip of her pointy tongue, back to the swollen glans. She dipped her head back down, her hair tickling my scrotum. The gleaming strand of lubricating fluid stayed intact as she bobbed her head, playing with it. She even moved her head in a circle, spinning it like a jump rope! Her finger came down and her other hand encircled my engorged dick, then she jacked her hand upward, drawing a flood of precum from me. It rolled down the underside of my shaft, coating her fingers and covering my balls.
My twin put her lips back on my tool and enveloped me, sliding her head down slowly till her nose was buried in the sparse hair surrounding the base. Her head rose, her tongue dancing on the underside. I arched my hips in exquisite pleasure, collapsing as she dropped and sucked me in again. Twice more she bobbed, and on the final stroke, I could feel the muscles in the back of her throat contracting and milking the head. I felt my orgasm drawing near. I wasn't sure what Janie would think if I came in her mouth, but to be honest, I didn't really give it much thought. The tingling in my balls was familiar, but it quickly passed the level I had attained by looking at the fuckbooks and masturbating.
I could feel the pleasure climbing, and climbing. My scrotum contracted in preparation for the explosive release of cum. Just as the first blast entered her mouth, Janie placed a finger at the entrance to my asshole and pushed, driving it steadily inward with the palm side up. I thought the top of my head would blow off! As the second gob of sperm flashed up my cock, Janie curled the finger in my rectum slightly, pressing against my prostate and bringing the intensity of my pleasure to an even higher plateau.
As the cum boiled from the end of my dick, my sweet twin sister swallowed mightily, the muscles in her throat rippling as she milked the juice and drank it down. Her mouth slid back up my shaft, and I saw her cheeks bulge as I filled her mouth with my spend. My back was arched as I fucked her face, and I saw small, white, pearly drops of cum escape around her lips. The sensation I was enjoying seemed to burn in my brain, and my vision narrowed until all I could see was my sister's lips clamped on my prick as she sucked me.
Finally, I collapsed, my bright red cock slipping from Janie's mouth. She crawled up next to me and kissed me. I could taste the salty flavor of my cum, mixed with the lingering flavor of her sweet little virgin pussy still on my lips. I couldn't wait to see what we would try next! | 1 |
297 | All Grown Up | "My plane arrives at 6. Why don't you meet me at the TWA baggage claim area and we can catch some dinner."
"See you then," was her response.
When I finally arrived in Denver, I was starved. It was a good thing that my sister and I were going out to dinner. I had been away at my job in Boston for 2 years and was excited about going to the Hunan Wok. I looked around for Ann, but could not find her.
"Hey, nutball!" I heard. Turning around, there she was. My younger sister at 18 years. In the two years that I had not seen her, she had changed. Her tomboy haircut was replaced by long straight red strands. And, for a change, she was smiling.
"Congratulations, I hear you're going to Harvard in the fall." I was making small talk to get my mind off my hunger. Once at the restaurant, we met up with our parents.
"Dave, you're so matured," Mom gushed.
"Actually, it's Ann who's really changed." What was once an awkward moody little girl was now a happy, smart, and beautiful young woman.
The phone rang. It was Ann. She had arrived in Cambridge and had settled into the dorm. I promised to show her around the city, on her first night at college. After I got off work, I dropped by the campus to pick her up.
"Nice car." I smiled, knowing how much I was in debt to pay for the status of having a BMW. I gave her a quick tour of the city. The historic sites, the shopping areas, and so on. I took my baby sister to my apartment for dinner. She was going to see how domesticated I had become. When I lived at home, I swore that I'd never learn to cook or clean. And now, my apartment was dust-free and the chicken was delicious.
Being from Denver, the late August heat was too much for Ann. She pulled off her top shirt as we talked. I couldn't help but notice, in her t-shirt, that she really had matured. Not that it much mattered, but I was happy to see that brains and beauty could go together. I told her so. We chatted for a few hours about how things were at home, about college life, and Boston. I remembered what Mom said about keeping an eye on her. Looking at her in a t-shirt and shorts reminded me of that.
"Look, I know you don't want to hear this..." I began.
"Mom, right? Yeah, you don't need to worry. I think I'm smart enough to keep myself out of trouble." I knew she was, but I promised.
"If you need anything. Anything at all. I'm here."
A few weeks later, Ann called. It seems that she hates her roommate. Being the big responsible brother, I offered to let her stay with me while she found another roommate. I had forgotten what it was like to live with someone, especially your sister. Not that we argued like kids, but it was tense.
One evening, I was in the bathroom getting ready for bed. I had just stepped out of the shower and was grabbing for a towel when the door opened.
"Oops," said the intruder. "I didn't realize." However, instead of leaving, she just stayed. This used to happen when we were little. She'd just go into rooms without knocking. Despite her maturity and brains, this was one bad habit she had not kicked.
"Just go!" I said as I wrapped a towel around my waist. She backed out and closed the door. I finished getting cleaned up and pulled on my sleeping shorts. Leaving the bathroom, I looked into the living room. Ann had been sleeping on the couch. There she was, asleep. However, usually she would be wearing a large nightshirt. Tonight, she had on a pair of panties and was topless. At first, I was embarrassed. But my curiosity caused me to take another look. Her curves were smooth. Her breasts well-defined. Yes, she was all grown up.
Friday night, we both had dates. Mine, a blind date, was a real bust. Although she was hot, she was boring. I considered going to bed with her, but gave up the idea after listening to her talk about how much she hated her boss for three hours. After dropping her off, I headed back to the apartment. Walking into the living room, I almost had a heart attack. There, on the couch, was Ann. She was lying back, naked, with her eyes closed. On top of her was a man, about my age. He, too, was naked. Unable to speak, I watched as he was screwing my younger sister.
Once the initial shock was over, I raced over to him and pulled him up. As I yanked back, his erect penis pulled out of Ann and wagged back and forth. Instead of beating him senseless, I just kicked him out into the hall, naked, warning him never to come back.
Upon returning, Ann was getting dressed. I started to scream, "how dare you!" and all that other parental-type stuff.
"Mom and Dad would kill me if they knew!" she started to cry. Sure, there was a double standard. I had plans to nail my date. But this was not acceptable to me.
As soon as I calmed down, "Tell you what, I won't tell Mom and Dad... if you listen to my lecture." I was going to tell her how she had to be careful. About getting pregnant and about AIDS. She had already been told, I'm sure. But maybe from her older brother, it would sink in. And besides, this was a nice piece of blackmail.
The man's clothes, I tossed down the garbage chute. We would have our talk tomorrow, I told her.
I started the lecture as a parent. I told her how she had to be careful. About how, if she was going to do it, she would have to make sure birth control was used. Condoms, I recommended, since they were also useful in cutting down on the chance of AIDS. To drive the point home, I pulled a condom out of my dresser and gave it to her.
"Keep this with you. If you ever find yourself in a situation like last night, please make sure he puts it on." She took it from me.
That seemed like enough. I had done my part. "Oh, and one last thing. Please let me know when you need the apartment. It's just too strange for me to walk in on my own sister."
The following weekend we were both without dates. It was a rainy night, so watching a video tape seemed like the best idea. On her way home from campus, Ann stopped to pick one up. I was shocked with her selection. A old classic, like Casablanca, perhaps. A newer comedy or action film, maybe. She chose neither. Instead, the contents of the black case held FAMILY TABOO. A little X on the label provided an additional hint.
Holding the box open, I stared at my little sister. "An X-rated movie? What were you thinking?"
Innocently, "Neither of us have dates. I just figured we'd both be a little hard up. C'mon, it'll be cool."
She was right, I was hard up. Prior to Ann moving in with me, I would rent or borrow adult videos. With some dates, it repulsed them. With others, it helped set the mood. I've never seen an entire film. Rather than argue with my baby sister, I consented. She was 18 and old enough to watch it. All grown up.
The basic plot, if you want to call it that, was about two teenage kids. They were supposed to be teens, 16 or so, but I had my doubts. These two kids decide to have sex with one another. They start out with getting naked and rubbing each other. The girl gives the guy a blow job. As I watched, my penis started to get stiff. I tried to remind myself that my sister was sitting in the same room with me. But it didn't matter. The video girl gave great head.
An older (early 30's, maybe) but beautiful woman then walks into the room. It turns out that these two teens are brother and sister. And the hot woman is the mother catching them in the act. Instead of stopping them, she strips off her clothes. Her tits compared to the teenage pair, were large. She joins her daughter in sucking off the son. I had lost all concept of who else was in the room with me, and watched as the three continued their sexual adventures.
The teenage boy blows his load across his sister's face. Her mother licks it off as the son starts to eat her vagina. The whole thing, the taboo of it, made it all that more exciting. And that made me return to reality.
I looked over at my own teenage sister. She was sitting there, pulling her shirt off. Instead of reprimanding her, I just let her sit there, watching the incestuous action on the television, in her bra.
Contrary to every better judgement, her first words to me were answered with a "yes."
Her question, "Want to try it?" She was asking me, her older brother, to imitate what was on the screen. I gave the affirmative response, my penis was starting to need release.
Once again, I would not see an entire video. Off went to television. Ann volunteered to do a strip show for me.
We ran into my bedroom. I sat down on the corner of the bed while I watched the show.She stroked her hands across her bra-covered chest. She rubbed the crotch of her shorts. And then, down they came. The redhead pranced around the room in her bra and panties. She grabbed a pillow off the bed and placed it between her legs. It dawned on me that she had likely done this before. She moved the pillow back and forth across her crotch. Occasionally, parts of it would slip away and then back. Little glimpses of her pubic hair were quickly covered by a return pass of the pillow. I was so turned on that I pulled off my shirt and pulled down my slacks. I sat there, in my boxer shorts, watching her remove her bra. She walked over to me and asked me to unsnap her bra. I placed a hand on the clasp, and with dexterity, unhooked the clasp. She returned to her dance and she pulled it away from her chest. She placed her hands on her beautiful globes and juggled them up and down. This was too much for me, I stood up and yanked down my shorts.
My sister raced over to my erect penis and started to give me the best blowjob I had ever received. Her tongue rippling over my penis and her lips moved back and forth over the length.
Just as I was about to ejaculate, she stopped. She lowered her panties to reveal her vagina. Down on the bed, with her legs spread. Just like that night I had come home. I bent down and licked at it, flicking her clitoris with my tongue.
I was getting into it, but when the hand touched my head, I looked up. Dear, sweet, Ann. She had a condom for me. "Put it on, and then put it in." Her language, it was shocking. But, I listened and unrolled the condom over my penis. Slowly I slid my penis into her. A few pumps, I started to shoot, filling up the condom. Even as I started to go flaccid, I continued to pump. It must have been useful, as Ann grabbed my butt and whined in orgasmic pleasure.
We both went to bed together, naked. We knew what we did was taboo. But we were safe about it. Some things never change. Ann and I always loved to play together. Now, instead of Monopoly, it was hot sex. We were both all grown up. | 1 |
332 | Incident at the Zoo | "Look, Mommy, a gorilla!" the little girl screamed. Kate thought, for the hundredth time, that this seemed a very stupid thing to say. She had been working at the zoo for over 5 years, and all children seemed to say the same thing. She stopped looking out the window from the cage and went to the back. The intercom was located back there, and she picked it up. "Attention please. The zoo is closing now for the day. Please exit as soon as possible, as the animals want to get some sleep." She heard a small burst of laughter from outside, as she always did. As she put the mike down, Steve came in.
"Hey, are you going out with everyone else tonight?" He asked.
"Oh, I don't think so. Mr. Myers said there were some problems in Sarki's room, and he wanted me to check it out."
"Shit. I wouldn't go in there. That's one big ape!" He said.
"Well, he seems to like me. But anyway, I guess the lights are acting up, and he wanted me to take a look at them."
He grinned. "Well, don't let me keep you. Maybe sometime next week?" He asked.
"Sure, next week it is." She smiled back at him. He waved goodbye, and Kate got back to her work.
After taking her normal hour or two to get everything back in order, she went to her locker in the ladies' room to get out of her zoo uniform. After she got it all off, she remembered she had to fix those lights, but since the zoo was closed, she didn't think anyone would mind if she did it in shorts and a t-shirt. She left her things in the bathroom and headed for the gorilla house. After arriving there, she entered Sarki's room, wondering why Mr. Myers seemed to think she was a mechanic or an electrician. Sarki was a huge mountain gorilla, and usually not very amicable. But he had seemed to take to Kate immediately, usually hanging over her shoulder or something whenever she was in his cage. Today was no exception, as she climbed up toward the ceiling to get at the lights. There was a large platform near the ceiling, and she got on that in order to inspect the lights better.
Sarki pulled his bulk right up next to her, but there was plenty of room up there. She stood up and craned her neck, trying to look straight up while keeping her balance. Suddenly, she felt a large hand on her ass, slowly stroking it. She turned around quickly and found Sarki staring at her as his hand caressed her. She stood frozen, afraid that he might push her off the ledge or something. But what he actually did was bring his other hand up and began to feel her breasts through her shirt. Now, Kate never thought of herself as overly kinky, but this monkey was really turning her on! She slowly removed her shirt and bra, letting the huge gorilla feel her bare chest. He began squeezing her boobs, massaging them, while his other hand still wandered in her waist region. After a few minutes of this treatment, she couldn't stand it anymore. She removed her shoes, then her jeans, and finally her panties. Sarki sat down and pulled her over to him.
His hands still were exploring her body, and suddenly she felt one of his fingers stab up into her now-exposed hole. His finger, though not as long as a man's penis, was just as wide, and she began to squirm on it. His other hand fell from her breasts and curled around her, pulling her closer. He brought his face close to hers and stared at her with great interest. His hand was still working her over, but she wanted more. She knew gorillas would imitate a lot of things if they were done by a human, so she decided to test exactly what he would do. She moved down him until her face was right next to his chest. Her tongue tentatively darted out and began to kiss his leather-like chest.
She moved downward, further, until his now-erect huge cock was staring right at her. All thoughts of anything else quickly flew away with the sight of it, and she immediately took it in her mouth, taking great pleasure from his obvious excitement. But she pulled away, spread her legs, with the finger still in her, and hoped. He withdrew his finger and pressed his face against her chest, his tongue coming out and licking her nipples. He, too, moved downward and slurped at her wet hole. She groaned louder and louder, and just as she was about to orgasm, he roughly pushed her away. She landed on her stomach, and as she began to pick herself up, confused, she felt a huge cock fill her box. Sarki's breath came in rough gasps as he shoved his tool deeper and deeper into her. She began to groan even louder, and his pace quickened. After a few minutes of this, Kate couldn't hold back any longer. Her cunt exploded in a series of orgasms around his spike.
She bucked her hips upwards against his huge body, and with her contractions came a jerking from deep within him, and after a second or two she could feel his seed filling her. He slowly stopped his rammings and allowed her to climb out from under him. She realized that he had supported himself on his knuckles the entire time to avoid crushing her. She got dressed, but before she left, she taught him one more thing. Reaching forward, she opened his mouth a bit and brought her lips to his. She slipped her tongue into his surprised mouth, but he soon realized what she was doing and also put his tongue in her mouth. After a small amount of fumbling, she felt as if she was kissing a real man, as he got the movements down right. She slipped her hand down to his limp dick and gave it a small squeeze, a promise that she would work late again soon. And it looked like she wasn't going out with Steve and her co-workers next week after all! | 3 |
345 | Crossed Wires | "Chris, you're positively leering!" Donna scolded.
I tried to hide my guilty blush by turning all my attention to checking the electrode contacts. But it was too late, I'd been caught.
"You're planning to grow yourself to 10 inches again! You are! I've told I won't suck that thing if it's an inch above 8. Aha! You're blushing. I'm on to you! You change the program right now, Chris, or I swear I won't do the sim with you."
"But you won't mind how big I am during the sim," I protested. "In fact, you'll love it."
"Of course I'll love it 'cause it's sim. But I'll remember every detail when I come out and it's the principal of the thing!"
Heaving an exaggerated sigh, I slipped off my wrist electrodes and turned to the console. It had been worth a try, but I'd pushed my luck too far the last time when I programmed the simulation to enlarge my member to an unprecedented 12". I'd even taken the precaution of creating a doctored tape measure within the sim so that if she tried to call me on the length, I could conclusively demonstrate I was "only" 8. But Donna had seen through that ploy and now was showing me she meant business.
Putting on my most contrite expression, I quickly called up the body editor and reduced the cock length from 10" to 8 1/2". She won't notice that extra half inch, I reflected.
Despite this small setback, I had reason to be proud. Over the past few days, I'd programmed this sim down to the minutest details. When activated, the system would plunge Donna and myself into a virtual world indistinguishable from the real one in all but two important respects: we'd have the kind of bodies that one only sees in porn flicks, and we'd be able to make use of those bodies in all sorts of fun ways without tiring, getting sore, bruising each other, or worrying about "consequences".
"You're gonna love it, Donna. This is my best yet. You won't forget this one." I gave her a lascivious wink. "You'll need a PDA just to keep track of your orgasm count!"
She grinned. "Well, what are we waiting for? Let's do it!"
One last check of the wrist electrodes. Green leads for Donna, red leads for myself. The programmer always gets the red leads because they carry the control lines. I couldn't suppress another little grin as I remembered the alternative names for the red and the green leads: "master" and "slave". I wondered whether Donna knew how appropriate those names really were. Did she appreciate exactly how much of my programming effort was spent specifying exactly what emotional and bodily sensations she'd feel during the course of the sim so that she'd perform according to the exact script of my erotic fantasies?
Nothing left to do but hit the activator switch. A slight buzzing at the wrists, a momentary feeling of pressure and then...
Here it was, exactly as I'd designed it. The sim had dropped us into the interior of a beach house whose floor plan I'd shamelessly copied from the October edition of the AIA journal. Outside, a clear, moonless night and the distant sound of breakers. Inside, a rather eccentric style of interior decoration. Couches, futons, beanbag chairs, hammocks, and pillows galore. Anything and everything that you ever might want to fuck in, on or under. Not a table or hard chair in sight. (We weren't there to eat, after all.) I glanced over to the ladder that led to the sleeping loft. Looked good. Unobtrusive cabinets set in the walls here and there would open to reveal a panoply of useful toys. Mirrors, of course. Not too many to be vulgar, but enough. I sniffed the faint salt breeze, ran my hands over the rough surface of pine paneling. I beamed in delight. Visual, aural, olfactory and somatosensory channels were all working perfectly.
I had programmed the simulation to delay initiating the body morph for a few minutes. Donna had materialized a few yards away from me and was checking the place out, approvingly running her fingers over the patterned silk upholstery of one of the sofas. Her outline had a slightly shimmery look as she moved around relative to the background, but this would soon disappear as the sim's compensation routines kicked in. "Better get a good look around now, Donna," I thought to myself, "because in a couple of minutes all your attention is going to be taken up by something else entirely!"
The morph was beginning. I could feel the vibration in my groin and chest. In some ways this was the part I enjoyed the most. In a moment my limbs would start to bulge with musculature. My abdomen would harden, my pecs would swell. My stature would increase by an inch, my complexion would become impeccable, my teeth would become whiter than white and, of course... Well, as you already know, the crotch of my pants would bulge with the aforementioned eight-and-a-half inches of man meat and a pair of balls that would do a bull proud. Goodbye Chris Welch, average guy. Hello super-stud!
Wait. This didn't feel quite right. Was something wrong? Instead of the expected tightening at the crotch of my pants, things felt looser somehow. In fact, there was this really bizarre shrinking sensation. Not just in my groin, but like my whole body was getting smaller. And those twin swellings on my chest that were making my shirt bulge: those weren't pectorals, those were...! I swung around to stare at the nearest mirror just as I realized what was happening. I was changing, my features melting with the rapidity of a bar of butter caught in the microwave. My chin receded, became delicate. My cheekbones became higher and more prominent and the ridge of my eyebrows less so. My nose shrank and assumed a pert upward turn at the tip. My lips swelled and reddened. Long eyelashes swept upward from limpid blue eyes. Blonde tresses caressed my shoulders.
I was so caught up in the horror and fascination of what was happening to my face that I almost missed the transformation of my body. Recovering myself, I found that the changes below the neck were the match of those above. Firm, heavy breasts bobbed above a slender waist. Flaring hips and long sexy legs. My genitals? I started to reach downward for an inspection and then checked myself. I could guess what I would (wouldn't?) find.
The morph had finished with my body and was at work on my clothes. My flannel shirt took on a life of its own and squirmed snakelike across my chest, transforming itself into a translucent violet teddy with a neckline plunging to the navel and a hem that barely covered my ass.Starting at the ankles and working upwards, my pants began to evaporate, finally leaving a skimpy pair of filmy panties pulled tight across my ass crack and my snatch.
I stared at my image in the mirror, the truth slowly sinking in. The transformation was complete. I was the spitting image of Donna, or at least Donna as she might appear in the wet dreams of a sex-starved 15-year-old with a perpetual hard-on. A steamy sex kitten with pouty lips and languorous heavy-lidded eyes. A body that cried out to be fucked hard. In short, the body I had so carefully designed for my partner!
"What in hell trick are you pulling, Chris?" thundered a deep bass voice from behind me. A strong hand grasped my shoulder from behind.
"Donna!" I thought as I whirled around, my breasts bouncing around so much that I almost lost balance. Staring down at me with an expression of shocked amusement was... me. Me on steroids and a heavy exercise program. Donna had the body that I was supposed to be wearing. Everything from the athlete's musculature to the full chest of hair. She wore nothing but a black g-string, whose fabric was stretched to nearly the breaking point from the weight of its contents. With a height differential of nearly a foot, I had to crane my head upward to look into Donna's/my face. This was too disconcerting, so I settled for looking into the hollow at the base of her neck.
"This wasn't--" I broke off at hearing my new voice for the first time. Donna's voice, but pitched slightly higher and with an almost imperceptible lisp that gave it a cutesy girlish effect. I swallowed once and continued. "Donna, I didn't plan this. Something must have gone wrong with the sim. We'll have to abort."
"Computer, abort sim."
Nothing happened. I tried again in as authoritative a tone as my little girl voice would allow. "Computer, end sim immediately."
Still no response from the system. Not the slightest hiccup in continuity. Donna gently but firmly took my head in her hands and tilted my head so that I had to look her directly in the face. Distractedly I found myself wondering if I hadn't made the chin cleft too prominent. "What's the matter," she asked in her deep masculine voice, "can't you stop the sim?"
"The system doesn't seem to be responding to me. The identity recognition routines must have gotten scrambled somehow. If I don't have the control lines, you must. You'll have to do it Donna. Say 'computer, abort sim'."
She chuckled deep in her chest and slowly caressed my cheek. "But you promised me a sim that I wouldn't forget. I intend to take you up on your promise."
"Donna, you wouldn't," I whispered. "You don't know how."
Again a chuckle. "Then I'll just have to figure it out as we go along, won't I, my little lovebird?"
Outwardly I moaned as a sudden wave of erotic desire washed over me. Inwardly I cringed. By saying "little lovebird" Donna had inadvertently hit on one of the trigger phrases I had set up to activate certain behavior programs. Too late it occurred to me that it might be a mistake to use our pet names as triggers.
But this was no time for regret. I was in heat, my whole body aching to be touched, taken. I grasped Donna's hand and began to kiss and lick the fingers, savoring the salty taste of her (his?) skin. Putting a strong arm behind my back, she (he?) leaned down and kissed me roughly. Our lips met and parted, and her strong tongue explored my mouth. I felt like I was dissolving with pleasure. Every square inch of my skin tingled with delight. And this was just the first kiss. What would it be like to be mounted, I thought, to feel a penis push its way into the deep recesses of my cunt?
"Don't think such things," I shouted inwardly. "You're a man, not a woman!" But outwardly what I said was "Oh lover, you turn me on so much! Let's go find someplace comfortable."
"Whatever you want, kitten," my lover responded, triggering another set of preprogrammed responses. Donna picked me up, carrying my body effortlessly in her (his?) arms. She strode over to a double-size beanbag chair and tossed me on to it.
This most recent trigger had made me acutely aware of my breasts. Settling myself into the chair, I caressed the undersides of my breasts, pushing them up and together in order to emphasize my cleavage. With a long red fingernail, I rubbed a tense nipple through the delicate fabric of my teddy while making sidelong glances at Donna. "Do you like my titties?" I lisped.
"Very impressive." Donna lay down beside me and squeezed my left breast with her sinewy hand. I let out a gasp of pleasure as lightning radiated outward from my nipple. "Size DDD aren't they?"
I pouted. "No sir. Not more than a D. I promise. Oh, please keep touching me there. Don't stop."
Donna did stop, though, so that she could tug open the top of her g-string and inspect the contents. "I see. Not more than a D. And I suppose this big piece of sausage is only 8 inches?" She tore off the flimsy fabric, revealing a rock-hard erection.
In this woman's body, I had no control over my expressions. I blushed a deep crimson from the roots of my hair down to my chest. "Well, not exactly. But it's only a half inch..."
Donna smiled and chucked me under the chin. "Under the circumstances, I should be grateful. Besides, you're the one who's going to have to suck it," she fixed me with a sharp gaze and said deliberately "my little cocksucker."
I let out a sigh that was a funny admixture of relief and sexual frustration. She hadn't hit on the right trigger that time. My breasts were still at the center of my arousal. I would have given her a boob job in an instant, but the thought of oral sex didn't push my buttons just yet. I rubbed my nipples and imagined her thick cock slowly working its way in and out between my cleavage. I think I would have come that way in a few minutes, but Donna had others things in mind.
"Don't you want to suck on me, my lovebird?" she asked. Instantly my attention was again focused on the man's body next to mine. I rolled over onto her, and gave her such a long and passionate French kiss that it left me gasping. With a casual movement, Donna pushed the straps of my teddy off my shoulders so that my breasts came free, and I gratefully rubbed them against her chest hair, feeling delicious tingling sparks with every movement. I covered Donna's lips with numerous little kisses and bites, and then moved my mouth to the base of her neck. Moaning slightly, I ran my tongue back and forth in the hollow.
Donna put one hand on each shoulder and pushed. "I think it's time for fellatio," she insisted. I slid willingly about four inches, but when I saw her male nipples peeking out from underneath the curly chest hair, I had the overwhelming desire to suckle. I took her right nipple between my lips and sucked and bit slightly. I was immediately rewarded by a tautening of the little pink nipple and an ill-suppressed groan of pleasure. I giggled and continued suckling.
"Oh baby, that feels so good!" Donna cried out. But now new desires were surging through me. "Baby" was the trigger word for oral sex. I straightened up, propping my arms on my lover's shoulders so that I could look into her handsome face. "I want to suck you so bad," I said, licking my lips sluttishly. "I want to take your cock meat into my mouth and swallow it whole. I want to feel your great big balls bouncing against my chin and your great big cum fill up my mouth."
I felt so ashamed to hear these words come out of my mouth in that inane little girl's voice. There was nothing I could do. I had entered those words into the sim program several days before, and had not coded them as optional.
What had I coded as optional? Certainly not what happened next. My mind was filled with images of cock. Big cocks, little cocks, straight cocks, twisted cocks. And for each cock I had only one desire: suck on it deep and vigorously until it filled my mouth with semen. "Is this what it feels like to be gay?" I thought. "Am I going to be permanently changed by this?"
Moaning and giggling, I kissed Donna's nipple goodbye. I kissed her rock-hard rectus abdominus muscles, flirtingly stuck my tongue into her navel, and then planted butterfly kisses in a semicircle above and to either side of her straining member. I found the adductor muscles on either side of the balls (the muscles of horse-riding and doggy sex, came the distracting thought) and playfully bit them. Then I grabbed the cock by its base and examined it closely for the first time.
It's hard to describe my feelings. My real self is confirmedly heterosexual. I knew that being so close to a man's cock, so close that I could smell its special scent, so close that I could feel its radiating warmth on my face, should have filled me with shame and revulsion. But the sim programming was completely dominant. Instead of revulsion, I felt admiration. "Oh, it's sooooo big!" I exclaimed, and I meant it. I knew it was only 8 1/2 inches, but to my beglamoured eyes, it could easily have been 12. And so thick around! I wasn't sure I'd even be able to get the thing past my lips, but I was sure as hell going to try.
I cupped Donna's balls with my left hand while swiveling the cock closer to my mouth with my right. The balls were so gigantic that I couldn't hold them both comfortably in my petite hand. I sent out an experimental lick, just grazing the tip of the glans with the tip of my tongue. I looked up. Donna was watching with fascination. "Stop me. Stop the sim," I whispered hoarsely.
"But you love to do this, don't you?" she answered wickedly.
I couldn't reply. I had begun to lick the cock like a little girl tasting her first popsicle. From base to tip, over and over again, my moist tongue ran over the entire length of the organ.It had seemed rock hard when I started, but this treatment made it stiffen even further, gradually changing in color from pink to red to almost purple. Donna groaned out something incoherent. She seemed to like this. Parting my thick lips, I took the glans into my mouth, delighting in the sweet flavor of pre-cum. Then I took the cock deeper, and deeper, and yet deeper into my mouth, until my nose was flush with the pubic hair and the cock was halfway down my throat. I have heard conflicting rumors about the reality of deep-throating. Certainly no woman has actually done that to me in real life. In sim, though, almost anything is possible, and I deep-throated Donna with a vengeance, her cock pushing its way down like a sword-swallower's sword.
I don't know how long this went on. I was in ecstasy; sometimes deep-throating, sometimes licking and sucking on the shaft from the side, and sometimes bringing Donna right to the edge with a combined blow and hand job. When Donna began to buck and thrash around, I knew she was ready. I carefully inserted the long red-painted fingernail of my little pinky into her butt-hole. This is what works with me, and since I programmed the sim, it worked for Donna too. Instantly, she began to come, crying out and pumping great wads of thick semen into my mouth. I tried to swallow it all, but it was too much for me, and some dripped onto my chin and chest. Obsessed with the desire to have it all, I wiped it up with my hand and licked my fingers hungrily.
"Mmmmmm, that was nice," said the man with my voice and Donna's mind. He (she?) drew me up and languidly kissed my forehead before settling deeper into the beanbag chair. I enjoy napping after oral sex, so I'd built in some time for it in the sim. Donna would now sleep for about 10 minutes.
I knew what was coming next. Combined, the taste of semen and the sound of a sleeping man's rhythmic breathing were the trigger for the next scene of my sim fantasy, a scene in which Donna was supposed to play a solo role. But our roles were reversed. It was now my performance.
Until now, my new cunt had not merited much thought. I couldn't help being aware of how hot and moist I had become during that first kiss and embrace, but until now, the triggers that had been used had chiefly aroused the erogenous zones of my mouth and breasts. Now it was different. My cunt and clit became swollen and demanding of attention. Even the slightest movement of my legs created such sensations in my crotch that I had to struggle not to moan. Quietly, so as not to disturb the sleeper, I rose and tiptoed over to the other end of the room, reveling in every stride as cunt juices leaked out and moistened my inner thighs. I stopped at a velvet loveseat and turned it slightly to face a mirror. If I were going to do this, I thought, at least I'd do it right.
I stripped off my teddy and stood for an instant in front of the mirror in nothing but my damp panties. Quickly, I stripped them off too and tossed them into a corner. Entranced, I gazed at myself. "Shamelessly hussy," I thought, as I looked at my pubes, shaved except for a little patch of blonde hair at the top. Still watching the mirror, I lay down in the love seat, throwing one leg over the arm rest. "What does a clit feel like when it's yours?" I wondered, running my fingers gently over my vulva. I pushed just hard enough so that my cunt lips separated and a red fingernail brushed the clit. "Ooooooh!" I gasped, "that's what it feels like."
I masturbated eagerly, rubbing my clit first with one finger and then with two. I tried teasing it gently with flicking movements of my fingers. I tried rubbing it vigorously with the palm of my hand. I learned how to moisten it with my free-flowing cunt juices and rub it back and forth between my thumb and index finger. I pushed three fingers of one hand into my cunt while playing with my clit with the other, creating a most satisfying sensation.
And I came. Several times I think, each one more intense than the next. I must have screamed out, because when I came to, I was lying on the floor beside the love seat, Donna beaming down at me with a slightly condescending smile. "Having fun?" she asked.
How embarrassing. "I think I've had enough for today," I lisped. "Let's go now."
"But how can we go now? We haven't screwed yet. You wouldn't want to leave without getting laid, would you? My little bed bug... my lizard... my spring chicken... my pop tart..."
Donna was running down the list of my pet names for her, watching me intently for signs to indicate that she'd hit a trigger. Not only did she hit one, she hit several in succession. I reeled dizzily under the rapid fire of one erotic fantasy after the next. At last, I shouted out "Oh god, fuck me now! Fuck me now!"
Donna got the hint. "Let's do it in the loft." She strode over to the ladder and climbed it two rungs at a time, the muscles of her (his?) athlete's body rippling. I followed more slowly, careful not to bang my breasts on the way up. On the way up, I tried to examine my internal state. It seems I lucked out. Although Donna had left me in a state of full arousal, it was one in which I had some discretion over what I'd do. I was going to get screwed all right -- probably several times -- but at least I wasn't going to humiliate myself by doing something kinky. I winced, thinking of some of the things I might have been forced into if Donna had stumbled onto the right trigger phrases.
The floor of the loft was entirely covered by an immense, deep featherbed. The only other thing up there was pillows of various sizes and shapes. Donna reclined nonchalantly in the center, fully erect, and examining her penis with an amused air. "I think it's time for me to find out what this thing can do."
I knelt on Donna's lap, resting my ass on her sinewy thighs so that her cock came up between my legs. "Take me now, lover," I whispered. I rubbed my hairless cunt against her member, lightly coating it with cunt juices.
Donna responded without hesitation. In a blink of an eye, I was on my back, legs dangling in the air over my partner's shoulders, and pussy filled with pumping cock. Did I like it? Of course I did. The sim programming didn't give me any choice. I loved being fucked in the pussy. I savored every moment of it. I cried out again and again, in my high little voice, "Oh god! Fuck me! Fill my pussy! You're screwing me in the cunt! Oh deeper! Oh harder!" Soon I wasn't saying anything, just gasping with pleasure as multiple orgasms swept over me.
We did it twice again after that, once with me on top, my heavy breasts bouncing up and down in rhythm with our pumping, and again with me on the bottom. At last, spent, we cuddled together in the depths of the feather bed. Donna stroked my cheek and kissed me again. "I guess it's time to end the sim, puppy dog. I'm ready to be a woman again. You can wear the pants from now on."
I froze. Did she say "puppy dog"? What a fool I was! This was the trigger to a subroutine that I had programmed idly one night, but never intended to put to use. Partly as a little joke and partly as a safety measure, I had deliberately chosen a "pet" name that Donna used for me, not vice versa.
I was going to have a lot of explaining to do if Donna saw this subroutine go into effect. My only hope was to hold out against the sim-manufactured urges until she stopped the run. I closed my eyes, gritted my teeth, and clenched my fists. But it was no good. The urges were too strong. In a moment, I had risen to all fours and was frisking and bounding around the loft like an excited puppy, yipping excitedly.
"Chris, what are you doing?" Donna cried with alarm. "Chris?"
I bounded over to her, still on all fours, and panted with my mouth open. Suddenly, I gave her face a big wet lick with my tongue. I spun around, pushing my butt upwards and wagging it back and forth like a happy dog. I barked encouragingly.
Donna had begun to catch on, and seemed none too happy about it. "You were going to do *that* to me?!" she boomed in her deep voice. "I get it. 'Puppy dog'! Make me act like a bitch in heat so that you could take me doggie style? You know I don't like doing it that way! You fucking asshole!"
Things were going from bad to worse. "Fucking asshole" was another trigger phrase; Donna wasn't going to like this a bit. But at least I wouldn't have to bark any longer.
I found my voice. In words thick with passion, I said, "Yes. Please fuck me in the asshole. Stick your cock deep into my butt. Fill me to the hilt. Oh please do it! Do it now!"
The expression in Donna's voice changed from outrage to amusement. I imagined her man's mouth leering at me. "You really want me to fuck you in the butt, Chrissie?"
"Oh yes, please! Do it in my ass! Come inside my ass!"
I felt a strong hand on my right ass cheek. "If you want it so badly, it would be a sin to disappoint you."
"Oh now! Now!"
A finger at my cunt, wiping up my abundant pussy juices. The same finger, coating my little pink asshole with those same juices. The tip of a huge, hot cock, pressing down on the entrance way to my bowels. Pressure slowly increasing... increasing.
"It'll never fit," I cried, "You're too big!"
Suddenly, my sphincter yielded, the pressure disappearing as the cock slid slowly, slowly into my sigmoid. Now the pressure was replaced by a tightness, a feeling of fullness, and incredible pleasure.
Cock buried in my rectum, Donna leaned over me and grabbed a tit in each hand. I moaned in delight. "You're being corn-holed, you know," she (he?) remarked. "How do you like it?"
"I love it!" I gasped. "Fuck me harder!"
Donna obliged, pumping her (his?) meat into me in long, leisurely strokes.She would pull herself nearly out, making me cry out to have her in me again, and then, when I thought I'd go insane with longing, slide it back in to its full extent. Her large hands squeezed and caressed my breasts. In minutes, I had an anal orgasm, shaking and crying out as my sphincter went into spasm. It must have felt good at the other end too, because Donna cried out at the same time and shot her load into the depths of my bowels.
I collapsed, Donna's cock still buried deep inside me. We lay that way for a long time, listening to each other's breath, saying nothing. My partner finally spoke. "I think that's enough for now. Computer, end sim."
The beach house, the loft, the featherbed dissolved, and I found myself back in my living room, leads still attached to the cooling sim generator. I looked over at Donna, who seemed cool and collected as ever in her modest blouse and skirt. In contrast, I felt like I'd been kicked by a camel and then left out to die in the Sahara.
"Donna, I'm so sorry." It was good to have my normal voice again.
She smiled at me with unexpected sweetness. "You do have a little explaining to do. But I'll take some of the blame. I mean, I put us in that situation, you know."
I looked at her with widening eyes. "What do you mean?"
"Haven't you figured it out, you dodo? I switched the cables in the back of the generator while you were fiddling with the console! Remember?"
I couldn't think of anything to say, so I threw a couch pillow at her. And missed. | 1 |
357 | Kateri.Diana | "These woods are lovely, dark and deep..." The line kept running through Michael's head as he trudged further up into the Berkshires on that morning, late in September. He shook his head, partly to clear away the mosquitoes that had returned with this brief spate of warm weather, partly in frustration at only being able to remember one line of the poem. He had overdressed, a city boy out in what passed for the wilderness of New England. The sweat dripped down the crease in the center of his forehead to slip under the rim of his wire-frame glasses and collect in small pools on his nose.
This second day of hiking was easier, somehow. Muscles which had been well-toned by college basketball two years ago had finally started remembering how to move under pressure. Michael hadn't added any flab to his thin frame since leaving college; hours and days spent hunched over a computer had, if anything, only emaciated his long body. A diet of coffee and donuts from the all-night Dunkin' Donuts had kept him going through long nights of programming and debugging. But now - now he had escaped.
Escaped from a city he was growing to hate; New Haven had been bad enough as a student, but it was unbearable outside the guarded precincts of Yale. Escaped from a live-in girlfriend who was becoming more shrewish by the day. Did he even love her anymore? She was still lovely, at least at night. Escaped from her four cats, two dogs, and multitude of small rats in gleaming cages. Michael had escaped for two all-too-brief days of Indian summer sunlight spotting its way through stained glass leaves against a wide and empty sky. And he was determined to make the most of it.
"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood"...was that even the same poem? Same poet? He couldn't remember. And this wood wasn't yellow. There were still a few green leaves hanging determinedly on the darkening branches, but the overwhelming color was a joyous shouting red across the line of hills. He paused for breath on the trail at a 'lookout point', marked by a small camera signpost. It was stunning, of course. The hill fell away beneath his feet to a deep valley, cleft by a river winding far below. Leaves across the horizon were a patchwork of sunset colors, blazing fiercely in the sunlight. Michael almost felt like breaking out into a Gloria in praise of a God he'd never believed in. He laughed softly to himself as he turned back to the trail.
But there was singing. Somewhere not far ahead, just to the left of the trail, he could hear a woman's voice, high and clear above the murmur of water leading down to the river below. Michael couldn't quite make out the words, so far away, and he began to push his way through the underbrush towards that silver voice.
Sharp thorns scored light tracks along his hands as he pushed them away from his face, and the light dimmed as he went deeper and deeper into the trees. Michael was surprised, and a little disturbed, to know that there was someone else here on this desolate mountain. While he'd known that there were other hikers about, he'd deliberately taken a disused trail, paint faded almost to nothing, to avoid other people. He'd seen nobody for almost two days, and had liked it that way. He'd almost started to miss his girlfriend again.
The brush had been getting harder and harder to push through, but as he persevered he began to hear more voices. He still couldn't make out their words, but low, throaty laughter danced across the still autumn air, pulling him forward through the thick growth. Suddenly, he broke through, almost falling flat onto his face as the trees gave way to a small clearing, a deep pool...and women.
So many women, it seemed at first, a horde of slim legs, shining teeth, tangled hair and soft breasts. For they were naked, all of them, clothes no doubt discarded nearby for the call of that pool, bright with glittering sparkles, deep as dying. It was a glorious pool, and they matched it. Michael had pulled back instinctively, and he crouched now in the shadow of an old oak, watching avidly. His lips glistened as he licked them over and over. He began counting the women, finding it difficult to concentrate on anything other than the slide of water of smooth, dark skin. None of the seven women were pale; no, tanned golden by weeks of playing in summer sunlight. Their hair was uniformly blond except for one, and she, she was red. Red as the leaves across the hills, red as sunset.
That one was tall, perhaps even taller than Michael. She sat on a rock for a moment listening to the singer standing by the pool, then leaned over to break the song, still unintelligible to Michael, with a kiss deep and long as the pool itself. Then, laughing wildly, she dived down into the water. When she came up, it clung to her body, caressing the line of imperious neck to impossibly high breasts to slender waist and hips and muscled legs, finally dripping off red-painted toes.
Michael didn't know how long he watched before his legs began to cramp. He was sure these women wouldn't appreciate his presence, and so, slowly, regretfully, began to ease his way back from the clearing, into the woods. And then she called him, a low, accented voice sensuous as silk.
"Come out."
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Michael stumbled from his hiding place in the shadow of the ancient oak, falling to one knee, hands braced to catch himself. His face and groin were burning as he looked up, though burning for different reasons. She only laughed at him, a rumble of laughter like muted thunder as one of the blond women stepped forward and reached out a hand to help him up. The blond's hand was steady and dry in his damp one, her nails long and sharp and red as blood. She led him over to where the redhead sat on the flat rock, damp with the water dripping down.
She cocked her head, studying him carefully, from the thatch of windswept stringy hair, down the length of his sweat-stained clothing, pausing briefly at the all-too-evident bulge in his pants. She didn't look particularly impressed.
"You don't look like a hunter," she said. Michael shook his head, while trying to place her accent. It seemed familiar, somehow, like something he'd heard before, but he couldn't name exactly where.
"I'm just a hiker," he explained, trying his best scapegrace smile, wondering if he'd wandered accidentally onto private property. The paint signs had gotten very faint towards the end of his trail. "I'm just here to admire the....beauty..." and his voice trailed off as his blush deepened. Michael tried desperately to keep his eyes on her face and off her naked body.
Then she smiled at him, a smile so stunning he was dizzy with the force of it. Her teeth flashed like a model's, bright and sharp in the sunlight. "We like admirers," she said, and with that beckoned to the six blond women, calling them over from their perches on rocks, their games in the water, their rolling in the drying autumn grass and fallen leaves. They came with fragments of red leaf caught in their tangled hair, with clear water drying on golden skin. He had never, never in his life seen women so beautiful.
And then they were touching him. Michael tensed, unsure what to do or say in this totally impossible situation. They murmured gently among themselves, laughing in some foreign language as they eased off his backpack, untied the sweater wrapped around his waist, pulled off his Vikings cap. They began kissing his neck, his chest, his hard nipples as they unbuttoned his cotton shirt and slid it off his shoulders. The blondes ran their uniformly long fingernails down his chest and back as one knelt in front of him, undoing his pants and removing them, dropping sharp kisses on his trembling thighs. Michael lifted his legs, one at a time, blindly. They took off boots and socks and pants, his gaze still focused on the blurring face of the redhead and her brightly shining eyes. Then, with their hands and mouths moving over him, she leaned over...and kissed him, sliding her tongue deep into his mouth. It was then that he collapsed.
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Michael came back to consciousness to find himself erect against the aging oak, the rough bark pressed into the tender skin of back and buttocks. His arms had been drawn carefully back and tied with some sort of cord, maybe vines. She was standing in front of him, smiling that bright smile again. He was still dizzy.
"I have a question for you," she said.
"Well, I have a lot of questions for you!" Michael began to bluster. He was suddenly terrifyingly, exhilaratingly sure that he would not be seeing his girlfriend, his job, their apartment or her rats again. Now that he had been stripped of his clothing, he felt oddly free to gaze his fill, and his eyes drank in the curves and planes of her body, broken only by a patch of flaming hair.
She seemed to enjoy his gaze, continuing to smile as she watched his eyes watching her.Then she spoke again.
"What do you want?"
Suddenly time seemed to still and thicken so that Michael had all the time he needed to remember: the days of college when he and his friends, self-proclaimed geniuses, would stay up till dawn promising to see the world and taste its women in wide open fields and hot dark rooms; the clarity of nights without sleep as he talked and fucked and laughed with a girl with wide dark eyes who'd left him when once he slept too late; dancing naked in the rain, all alone. But closer was job, cats, safety, overpowering fear, and the love of a woman probably still asleep back home. And now he knew how much he loved her after all, so much more than either of them had ever thought. So that he almost said, 'to go home'. But he'd gotten too much sleep lately, it seemed.
"You," he answered, suddenly certain, suddenly sure.
And then she was laughing above him as she reached out and sliced apart the bonds with impossibly sharp fingernails. The women surrounded them, touching them everywhere it seemed as her skin slid against his ready body and she bent to kiss his neck. That was the first and only pain, a sudden sharp tearing though he did not scream as he worshipped her with strong limbs and violent burning thrusts.
Somehow she managed to say just then, "Only that, beloved, for the right answer" before rising to meet him, her red hair falling around him in streams of blood and fire, their long red nails raking down his back. And so Michael rose to ecstasy, fully conscious, fully clear that nothing, nothing could be beyond this.
Hours later, they had long since bathed the last traces away, and they were once again beautiful in the moonlight. The wildness had faded for a while, sated by that long orgy in the sunset splendor of fallen leaves. The blond women were dancing slowly and languorously in the outpouring of the full moon. On Diana's face was something that on another might be mistaken for regret; but he had been lost from that first moment, after all. And then she joined them in their dance, and it grew wild once again. | 6 |
363 | A History of an Aberrent Sexual Contest | "Fnorking" is a colloquial term for contests involving females inserting small dead animals into their vaginas. All known instances involving "fnorking" have occurred on college campuses. The contests dealt with several females competing to insert as many animals as possible into their vaginas, the winner being the one able to insert more than any of the other contestants. The winner of the contest was sometimes crowned the "fnork" queen.
The earliest known incidences of "fnorking" occurred in the late 1920's. The phenomenon seems to have been an outgrowth of the goldfish eating fad prevalent at that time. Most goldfish eating contests involved college age males consuming as many live goldfish as possible. The female collegians of that time were less inhibited than preceding generations of females and developed their own version of this fad. They held contests involving the insertion of as many goldfish as possible. The goldfish were most often inserted while live. Contest were held late at night in college dormitories, although there is a report of one contest being held in broad daylight beside a well stocked pond. This contest is said to have involved at least twenty-five females and the winner was able to "consume" twenty-seven goldfish.
All known "fnorking" contests seem to have been held at exculsively female colleges and universities, although, considering the segregation of males and females at schools in this time period, this is not unusual. "Fnorking" seems to have been an outgrowth of the general loosening of morals in the 20's era and the woman's sufferage movements of the early part of that decade. The less inhibited females of the era were more inclined to enter such bizarre contests.
As the fad progressed, the contests were not limited to just goldfish but were expanded to include other specie of small animals. It is known that contests were held involving the "fnorking" of hamsters, gerbils, lizards, salamanders, frogs, small birds and even one contest involving chipmunks. All of the above contests involved dead animals. The preferred method of killing the animals was suffocation. The contests were held immediately after the animals were killed because they were "still warm and still very pliable."
The phenomenon seems to have disappeared after the turn of the decade. This is possibly because of the depression era when less females were attending colleges and also morales experienced a general regression. No known incidences of "fnorking" have been reported until very recent times.
Recent reports have eminated from the Florida area and from Europe, specifically at the 1991 "spring break" in Florida and one incidence in 1989 in Denmark involving sixty college age females inserting frogs in a day long contest. There were reports of three contests in the Miami area in 1991, two involving insertion of goldfish and one the insertion of small toy stuffed animals. The winner of one of the goldfish contests was able to insert twelve fish and is reported to have recieved a cash prize in the amount of five hundred dollars.
Interview's of 1920's era females involved in "fnorking" contests indicate that no prizes were awarded in the contests, of that period. The females stated that most entered the contests due to peer pressure. They also indicated that the contests were held in conjunction with college fraternity initiations.
The origin of the word "fnork" is very hard to discern. All of the females interviewed stated that "it was always called that." One woman did offer as an explanation that "fnork" is formed from the first letters of greek words describing the activity. At this time I have not been able to discover the words used, if there are any. No written descriptions of the activity have been brought to light, although, considering the type of activity, this is not unusual. All of the females interviewed were very reluctant to admit to being in the contests.
Considering the recent resurgance of the "fnorking" phenomenon, it is possible that the general lessening of sexual inhibitions in females in recent times has allowed the fad to resurface. In this day of personal video, how soon will some enterprising person make a record of one of these interesting contests? | 3 |
364 | An End to Loneliness | "I had a wonderful time, Warren," she said as they walked up the front steps and approached the mansion's door arm in arm. She smiled radiantly and her violet eyes sparkled in the moonlight.
"Me too, Betsy. What's not to love about an enchanting evening of dining and dancing on the rooftops of New York City with the most beautiful British/Asian ninja telepath in the world?" he smirked.
"No mean feat, considering I'm the only one we know of, Mr. Charmer," she slapped him on the shoulder. "Surely you can do better than that!"
"Okay, okay, the most beautiful *woman* in the world," he amended. She looked skeptical for a moment, then smiled again.
"Would you object if I were to probe your mind to verify the truth of that statement?" she challenged, grinning wryly.
"Not at all..." Warren answered without hesitation.
"Then I don't _have_ to. That's the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me," she crooned and planted an electric kiss on his lips. He pulled her closer, returning the kiss passionately, their bodies ground together and his loins tingled with a hot, maddening sensation. He felt a pang of regret as they broke apart. He reached into his pocket and fished out his key. He opened the door and invited Betsy to enter with a bow of the head and a sweeping gesture with his arm. She nodded acquiescence and stepped in to the foyer ahead of him.
They ascended the stairs to the second floor. At the top, Warren stood and looked at her awkwardly. He blushed a little, which created an interesting effect on his light blue skin. He didn't know how to proceed, and felt like such an adolescent for it. He felt that he was getting all kinds of signals from Betsy all night, but hadn't been with a woman in two years; since his last long-time girlfriend Candy Southern was murdered as he watched helplessly, and they'd been serious for nearly six years. He didn't have sex with Charolette Jones during their short relationship, the right time never presented itself. So it had been almost eight years since he'd been in the position of first sexual encounter with a new lover!
If Betsy was picking up any of this, she showed no sign. She just kissed him on the cheek and turned on her heel towards the left and the women's dormitories, sparing him a backwards glance and a wink. She sauntered off, as Warren was left to gape stupidly, watching her ass as it shifted beneath her slinky red evening gown before she disappeared around the corner, and wonder what the hell happened.
"Damn!" he whispered through clenched teeth. He shrugged his shoulders and shook his head slightly in disappointment. Then he proceeded to follow Betsy halfway down the hall, taking a right just beyond the stairway to Ororo's attic, through the galley and into the bath and dressing rooms.
He flicked on the light and began to undress, neatly folding his tuxedo and setting it aside. Warren took slight notice of the hard-on he was sporting. His nine-inch blue penis stood proudly up and out from his short bush of groomed, sharply contrasting blond pubic hair. He chastised himself inwardly, he hadn't been with a woman in two years, but still styled his pubic hair out of the force of habit that he'd made as a millionaire playboy. He was a compulsive groomer. He turned on the water in the shower and stepped inside. Warren sighed heavily and tried to relax and let the tension be washed away by the water rushing over his smoothly muscled body, and be carried down the drain.
It wasn't working.
Betsy had him so worked up that he could have just grabbed her and fucked them both senseless right there on the front steps. He chuckled a little, the Professor wouldn't be likely to appreciate that. Plus, Bobby could be back from Long Island with Rogue any time, a visit with his parents never lasted very long. Warren tried to imagine Bobby and Rogue profusely excusing themselves and stepping over and around he and Betsy's twisting, grunting, sweating bodies.
Imagining this little scene wasn't helping him cool down any. Warren was lathering his hair and looked back down at his unebbing erection, he considered a moment and then closed his soapy fist around the massive organ and began to masturbate. He slid his slick fist furiously up and down his shaft and fantasized about Betsy until, standing on his toes with his arched back to the steaming water, he came, spilling out copious amounts of jizz from his aching, purple head.
*That* was working. No substitute for Betsy's flesh, but it got rid of that maddening hard-on and loosened him up a bit. Besides Warren was no stranger to jacking off during this two year, *and counting*, he thought with melancholy, dry spell.
He finished his shower and dried himself off. He proceeded to the adjoining dressing rooms and found his bathrobe among the rest of the team's robes and a stockpile of standard blue and gold training uniforms. He put it on, picked up his tuxedo, and proceeded back through the galley, down the hall, past the staircase to the first floor and the foyer, and to the men's dormitory wing. As he approached the door to his room, he noticed that it was slightly ajar. Battle-honed suspicion kicked into high gear, he dropped the tux and squinted his eagle-sharp eyes. Fully tensed and ready to unfurl his deadly wings, he twisted into a stance from which he could slam the door wide open with a powerful side kick.
<Warren,> the gentle telepathic voice reached him and calm flowed through his mind and body, stopping him in mid-kick. But the adrenaline didn't stop pumping into his system as he recognized the voice and realized what it must mean. He opened the door and turned the dimmer knob above the light switch, illuminating the room in a soft glow.
Betsy sat stark naked at the edge of his four-poster bed, her left leg dangling over the side and the other tucked up under her. Her hands rested on her left knee, which caused her arms to press her enormous breasts together, creating an amazingly sensual effect.
*Warren, my boy,* he thought to himself, *you're gonna get laid after all,* and unconsciously closed the door behind him.
Betsy jiggled a little with laughter like the tinkling of bells, and said, "How perceptive you are Mister Worthington," as she slid off the bed's satin comforter, making a small swishing noise. She stood tall and Warren marveled at her voluptuous, yet athletic body. Smooth, flawless bronze skin, shapely limbs, a flat belly slightly rippled with the faint suggestion of feminine abs, large breasts with plum nipples that complemented her darkish skin beautifully, elegant Asian face that managed to carry and suggest her British-born aristocracy in a unique effect, and flowing lustrous deep purple hair. Warren noticed that her little triangle of pubic hair was purple as well, meaning that while Betsy Braddock was blond by birth, Kwannon's exotic hair color must have been natural. Unless she dyed that too, but that seemed unlikely.
Warren gulped and licked his lips in a nervous gesture, a sticky sweat popped up on his brow and he trembled slightly as Betsy strode toward him confidently, heaving her chest with deep breaths... a no doubt intentional effect. She reached out to him, placing one hand on his shoulder and the other on the base of his neck and pulled herself to him, mashing herself against his body and fiercely kissing him. She finessed the folds of his robe open with her knees, and, positioning her left leg between his legs and her right leg alongside the outside of his left leg, she began to grind her crotch against his left hip. Lifting her left leg to his crotch, she began to rub his balls with it.
Warren's eyes bulged and his heartbeat became erratic, thumping in his chest and temples so hard he thought he might pass out. She had sucked his tongue into her mouth and was rolling her's around it, *she was <chewing> on his tongue!*, alternating between little nips at the tip with her incisors and grinding it lightly between her molars. Warren gasped deeply, forgetting to breathe through his nose, and almost choked. Betsy sent a telepathic cascade of laughter, like a babbling brook, across his mind. She continued to suck his face, tickling the roof of his mouth and licking his teeth for a while before she began to close her mouth, forcing his to close with it by sucking the air out of him. A loud, astoundingly dry, smacking sound was produced when both their lips came together and the seal was broken.
Warren let out a nervous laugh, little "huh" sounds between gasps for breath. "Wow," he whispered sincerely with glazed eyes. Betsy untied his robe and pushed it over his shoulders so that it dropped off his body. She put her hands on his hips and lowered to her knees. *Good Lord!* he thought, his head spinning, *The <kiss> almost got me off!*
Betsy cradled his genitals in her hands, cupping his sack in her palms and holding his stiff member between her thumbs. She massaged his nuts and gently kissed the head of his cock, wetting it with saliva. She tilted it upward and flattened her tongue onto his balls, slowly running it up the underside of his shaft and upon reaching the end, swiftly gulped down his entire penis, tightened her lips snugly around the base of his dick and slowly retreated to the head, which she began to polish with her tongue. Then she licked the side of his cock in a back and forth motion before taking it back into her mouth and continued to give him the best head of his life. Sucking, licking and nibbling him into new heights of ecstasy.
"Wait," he panted, heavily setting his hand on her head when he was teetering on the edge of an orgasm. She disengaged and stood, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand. He was beginning to get over his initial shock and befuddlement and was ready to take a more confident and active role. He took her by the waist and guided her to the bed. He lifted her into his arms and slid onto the bed, setting her down with her head on the pillows. He opened her legs and sat between them with his legs folded under him.
She was so beautiful, lying naked on red satin, one arm lay slightly crooked at her side, the other bent in a right angle, lying palm upward. Her eyes were closed and her lips slightly parted. Her head was tilted to one side, stretching her elegant long neck. Warren was drawn to that neck, he bent down and kissed it gently. She smelled of tropical flowers, light and sweet. He trailed kisses down her body, lingering on her breasts and belly. He was forced to untuck his legs and lie flat as he moved downward.
Now he was propped on his elbows between her silky thighs, his face only inches in front of her pussy. He reached out and placed two fingers on the soft folds of her labia, which were the same plum color of her nipples, and spread them open to reveal the glistening pink within.He touched the tip of his tongue to that pink flesh, capturing the salty tang of her juices. Betsy moaned slightly. Warren clamped his mouth onto her mound and forced his tongue inside of her, slithering it along her petal-like folds and grinding her clitoris. Betsy writhed and twisted. As Warren continued his oral ministrations she reached her first climax and began to thrash around so hard he could hardly keep his lips affixed, so he slid his arms under her legs and locked them around her thighs. He rose to his knees, lifting her hips and leaving only her head and shoulders still in contact with the bed, he pressed on with determination, relentlessly licking and sucking and pulling at her folds with his lips. She came noisily again and he was spurred on by her reaction and the musky smell of her fluids. Less than a minute later she came a third time and he stopped eating her out and set her down.
Betsy lie there catching her breath, covered in a glistening sheen of sweat, her chest and abdomen heaving. Warren leaned over and kissed her on the mouth once before inserting his dick between her wet and swollen pussy lips and into her tight channel with a low grunt. He rammed it in to the hilt, until he felt his sack come to rest between her buttocks. He was instantly enraptured by the hot sensation and saw double for a moment. He didn't really realize how much he missed this and was struck all at once by overwhelming passion, love for Betsy and joy at their sharing this, and bittersweet memories of Candy.
Taken by a brilliant spontaneous and exciting whim, he lifted Betsy's shoulders up, crossing his arms behind her back. He pressed her to his chest and rolled the two of them over. He sat up, scooched over to the edge of the bed and stood, holding Betsy off the ground by pressing one arm across her back and supporting her under the ass with the other, all the while managing to keep himself deep inside of her. Betsy squealed a little with surprise by this sudden and swift movement, reflexively grabbing his shoulders and wrapping her legs around his hips to keep from falling.
"What are you..?" she stammered, staring at him with a look of confusion. He just smiled broadly at her and didn't answer. He disabled the security on his windows by entering his code on the remote control that lay on the nightstand. He proceeded to the window, bracing her against the sill for a moment while he threw it open.
"Don't scream, please," he asked her quietly, "We've already made too much racket," he grinned and pushed forward, sending them tumbling them into the night.
"Warren!" she yelped, her eyes widening impossibly as she clutched him crushingly tight. "Are you crayzeeeeeeee?!" she hissed; to her credit, very quietly as they plunged from the second story window. Warren spread his wings wide and arched upward at the last second, Betsy's hair brushed the lawn as their momentum was redirected. They shot upward at a nauseating velocity, Warren giggled to himself at Betsy's expression. Her teeth were clenched and her eyes were shut tightly, a tear escaped from the corner of an eye and swiftly ran down her cheek, dragged by the "G" forces.
Warren stopped climbing and began to hover. Betsy shivered against him, looking ill, and cautiously opened her eyes. He began to laugh heartily.
"*You* _bastard!_" she exclaimed. He stopped laughing and looked her dead in the eyes solemnly.
"Oh, come on, Betsy! Look around you and try to tell me you don't want to be here," as he spoke, his eyes swept the sky and came to rest looking down at the mansion. Her eyes followed his. She looked at the mansion, seeming small below them, then over to the horizon and the forested Appalachian mountains, bathed in the soft moonlight. She gasped slightly and smiled, her face softening and her stifling grip loosening. The starry fall nights of urban Westchester in the New York highlands were always gorgeous, but infinitely more so from this altitude.
"Oh, Warren! I haven't flown since I was Captain Britain! It's been so long... two lifetimes ago, it seems... since I've experienced the freedom and wonder of the skies!"
"You're forgiven," she breathed and kissed him deeply.
Warren, having kept still inside her for so long began to pump his hips slowly, sliding his organ in and out in long, sensuous strokes. He held her tightly to him, burying his face in her neck and hair as she twined her legs around his and stroked and kneaded his buttocks. They screwed in a vertical position, bobbing up and down slightly against a backdrop of stars as he flapped his wings sporadically. The heat of their bodies quickly rose to protect them against the chilly autumn night.
After a few minutes Warren reoriented them, turning so that they were horizontal, with Betsy hanging underneath. He held her legs to his sides and she hooked her arms under his armpits and gripped his shoulders from behind. Confident that she wouldn't fall, he began to fly, soaring over the estate's grounds. He proceeded toward the mountains and the jet hangar, pistoning furiously and grunting while they kissed and licked all over each other's faces, throats and ears.
Soon Betsy came, spasming violently. Warren had never seen a woman react to an orgasm like she did! He was worried about one of them losing their grip, so he rolled them over so that he was facing the sky and turned back towards the estate. Betsy regained her composure and sat up, balancing across his hips and bracing her hands against his shoulders as he closed his on her waist.
She began to ride him, moving in sync with his thrusts as though they were choreographed, as if one was an extension of the other. Warren noticed that they were passing Scott and Jean's place and soon were over Breakstone lake, when Betsy suddenly straightened bolt upright. She swayed back and forth, stroking her breasts and trailing her hands up her neck into her hair, pulling it up above her head and licking her lips. She looked so ethereally beautiful to Warren, her face, breasts, and belly bathed in luminescent moonlight. She was positively aglow! Warren gazed at her long and hard, his eyes caressing her soft form, over the contours her body. He looked past his sweaty pecs and abs to their joined regions.
He watched his cock as it plunged in and out of her and felt the inevitable climax building, he moaned and growled as Betsy panted and squealed, she was going to come too. He drew her back down to him and steeled himself for it. Suddenly he felt Betsy in his mind and became disoriented by strange, alien sensations that were coming to him. He struggled to understand and realized that she was linking them, allowing him to experience what she was feeling! He felt like he was going to burst as she synchronized and shared their orgasms, literally doubling the staggering sensation. All reality seemed to explode and fall apart around him, his groin burned with the white-hot ecstasy of the senses-shattering super orgasm. Warren's muscles locked and his eyes bulged, he howled out loud and lost control of his wings. They dropped from the sky like a stone and landed in the lake's cove with a splash.
Warren was shocked by how cold the water felt against his hot skin and swallowed a lot of water before surfacing. He was barely able to tread water, his muscles felt like jelly. He scanned the water, searching for Betsy. There she was, sputtering and coughing. He doggy-paddled over to her.
"Are you alright?" he asked. She nodded with one last cough and smiled mischievously, flicking her eyebrows upward twice rapidly, as if to say "you like?" "That was un-*fucking*-be*lieve*able!" he answered to her silent query, "Pardon the pun."
"Of course," she nodded her head toward the shore and began to swim away. Warren stared, wondering where she got the energy to move that fast. Then he began to follow and was surprised that his strength was rapidly recovering.
She reached the beach, halfway between Scott and Jean's cottage and the cove's peninsula, before him. She crawled a little way inland and rolled over onto her back, propped herself up on her hands and lifted her knees. She began to slowly open and close them. Warren rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue, she was absolutely relentless!
He crawled up to her and, since he wouldn't be able to get hard again for about fifteen minutes, he took one of her tits into both of his hands and leaned over to close his mouth around the nipple. He began to suck forcefully and nip at it as he ran his right hand down her abdomen and laid his palm against her bush, stroking her labia and clitoris gently with his middle finger. He worked open the folds with his index and ring fingers, and inserted his middle, followed by his index, into her vagina. Betsy shuddered and groaned as he stroked up and down, by approaching the pussy from above and arching the fingers into the channel, the clitoris was constantly stimulated, when coming at it from ahead would completely miss it. By her reaction, Betsy obviously appreciated the technique.
She ground her pelvis into the sand, thrashing her head back and forth as he noisily sucked her tits and furiously frigged her. She reached down and took Warren's limp penis into her hands, brushing it between her fingers and thumb until it was erect. She closed her fist around it just as she came, squeezing it painfully. Warren gritted his teeth until it was over and she began to slowly stroke it as if she were milking a cow; pinching the base between thumb and forefinger and pulling down. Shortly she came again, her pussy was becoming quite slick and Warren was wearing his arm out by fingerfucking her so quickly. When she climaxed a third time, he felt his drawing close.
"Spray my tits," he received the telepathic order. He frowned slightly. Being the cultured gentleman he was, he found splattering a woman slightly distasteful and disrespectful. Making her swallow was absolutely unforgiveable, that's why he told her to stop when she was blowing him. But, she was requesting it, so he was willing to do as she said. He rose to his knees and she propped herself on one elbow, taking his cock in her hand and giving a final few jerks. He breathed harshly through his teeth, squirting on her gigantic bosom. She held onto his spasming dick, and laughing with delight and aiming it like a firehose, she coated her tits. She aimed it just below the base of her throat most of the time, allowing the jizz to run down her cleavage, some of it oozed down her belly and collected in her navel. Warren gaped at the incredible amount of glistening semen that was glazing her mountainous breasts. She laid back down on the sand.
"Fuck them," she ordered, pressing the heels of her hands on the sides of her boobs and rubbing them together.
"But I just..." he protested. She cut him off by shaking her head and gesturing at his still-erect member. He was astounded, his cock was showing no signs of becoming flaccid, it was still as hard as ever. He wondered how the hell that could be, then figured it must be Betsy's doing. Mastery of the brain is mastery of the central nervous system. She was preventing the inevitable "crash" that was part of coming down from an orgasm, a fair comparison being how a drug user's system crashes when coming down from a high. *This* was a pleasant utilization of telepathic abilities he'd never thought of before!
He straddled her stomach and inserted his penis between her slippery tits. He began to pump and she squeezed his tool tight between her breasts, alternating between grinding them in a circular motion and sliding them to mirror his thrusts. The sensations were very pleasant, the softness of her plump breasts, the sticky tackiness of his come, and the warmth the friction created. He removed his hands from his hips and began to tweak her nipples, circling the bumply areolas with the pads of his fingertips and pinching and pulling the nipples gently. He continued to piston for only a couple more minutes when he felt his climax approaching, much sooner than usual. He guessed that if given the chance, men's orgasms happened closer together as they continued to have them, just as women do. Women are capable of having multiple orgasms after prolonged stimulation, orgasms so close together that you can hardly tell them apart. With Betsy, Warren could have multiple orgasms! He would have to try that sometime, and shelved the thought away. He threw his head back in the air, moaning and grunting as he came, the ejaculate spraying out from between her tits and drenching her lips, chin, and neck. Betsy was laughing again, she just loved to be coated in a man's juices. Warren guessed that one of his old habits was about to change while he was partnered with her.
Warren stood and Betsy reached for his hand. He took it and helped to pull her up. She stepped back a couple paces from him, that disturbing little grin was back. Warren was wondering what the hell she was up to when she scooped some of the jizz off of her body and smooshed her palm into his face playfully. Before he had the chance to yell and freak out, wipe his face and spit, she smashed her body against his. Holding him in a tight bear hug she licked his face and kissed him, forcing her messy tongue into his mouth. Though it was surprisingly tasteless, he was still pretty grossed out. *She really loves this stuff,* he thought to himself. Suddenly she released his mouth and tackled him into the water, making him forget all about her little trick as they wrestled and played around in the lake. They horsed around like teenagers, splashing and dunking each other, laughing and making idle threats.
After about fifteen minutes, Betsy made for the shore and Warren gave chase. He reached the beach only a few steps behind her and sprinted, knocking her to the sand. They necked for a little while and Betsy ended up lying halfway on top of him, her head on his chest as he stroked and ran his fingers through her drying hair.
"I love you, Betsy," he whispered and kissed the top of her head.Warren felt her cheek pull upward into a smile and she snuggled closer against him.
"I love you too," he heard her say as he drifted off to sleep.
A little more than three hours later, Warren awoke. He squinted against the light of the sunrise and stretched, yawning. Then his eyes snapped open as he realized that they'd fallen asleep on the beach. "*Shit!* Betsy!" he shouted, shaking her.
"What?" she moaned groggily, annoyed. Then her eyes flew open and she sat up, her eyes flicking back and forth to confirm their location. "*Shit!*" she hissed.
"I already said that," Warren quipped, standing up and brushing the sand off his naked body and shaking out his hair. Betsy did the same. "C'mon," he said, holding out his arms. She went to him and he picked her up. He covered the distance between the lake and the mansion flying low, at an altitude about equal to his height. They reached the wing that held the men's dormatory and Warren's window was directly above and still open. They were standing in front of the window to Professor Xavier's office. Warren happened to glance inside and noticed a gathering. He quickly shot upard to the second floor, hoping that they weren't spotted. He set Betsy on the window sill and she climbed in, he followed. "What's going on down there?" he asked.
"The Professor has summoned Hank, Scott, Ororo, Jean, Bishop, and Bobby. They must be briefing for a mission," she answered. He picked his robe up off of the floor and handed it to her.
"Here, get back to your room with this. I hope Charles didn't want either of us for the assignment, so that no one's looking for us," he paused. "I noticed, none of your clothes are in here. You came here like that?"
"Yes, I scanned everyone but you as being asleep and I expected you to be in here, I thought that coming to your door naked would be fun," she smiled, putting on the robe. "I was inspired by your comment last night that we should 'cut to the chase'," she quoted.
There was a knock at the door, "Hey, buddy," it was Bobby's voice. Warren and Betsy froze. The door swung open as Bobby continued, "Are you gettin' up or wha... ohboy," he whispered, staring at Betsy. Warren, though he was the one who was still naked, stepped in front of her.
"I..." Bobby stammered, averting his eyes, "The Prof sent me to..." Betsy moved around Warren and brushed past Bobby.
"Drake, *get the hell out of here!*" Warren snarled, turning him by the shoulders and pushing him out the door. Warren took a step into the hall and heard Rogue's voice.
"There you are, Betsy," she was saying, "me an' Remy were just looking for you in your room," sure enough, Remy was right behind her as usual. It was sickening, the way he tailed her every move. He made eye contact with Warren and covered his mouth, snickering. Then Rogue saw him too. She blushed and turned her back, swiftly proceeding toward the stairs. Remy opened his mouth to say something rude, and Rogue barked "Gambit!". He dropped it and followed her, stealing a backward glance to Warren, he winked and gave him a "thumbs up."
Warren covered his face with his hand and retreated into his room, slamming the door. *Even without Jubilee around, this will spread,* he thought, plopping onto his bed. He smiled, *But given the chance, I wouldn't have changed a thing.*
<Me neither, luv,> Betsy sent. This was the beginning of a beautiful realationship. No more brooding in solitary for Warren, Apocalypse was months dead and Warren had met a woman to pull him out of the darkness he'd allowed himself to grow comfortable in. It was no longer enough and he was ready to rejoin the land of the living. Pushed into action by Jubilee's biting words, he'd allowed himself to love again.
And he'd never felt so good in his life. | 3 |
365 | The Game | "Oww, it hurts... It hurts but I like it... Continue..."
"But we are not guinea pigs, we're account managers."
"Well, now to the showers, my boys. The van will leave in an hour. Have a good weekend, and see you on Monday."
The voices merged into a loud buzz, without losing their coherence. The small room was lighted only by the flickering glow of the twelve TV screens on the wall, in a 3 tall by 4 wide array. The room's occupant was masturbating slowly, watching the screens intently.
He checked Monitor 5: Brad and Fraser had just crashed in a corner, tired from their futile exploration. He pressed a button on the console in front of him, and checked Monitor 8. A wall closed behind Scott and Jonathan, separating them from Mark and Chris. Both pairs of teenagers banged on the wall, but they could not hear each other. The noise attracted Brad and Fraser, who walked towards Scott and Jonathan.
"Stop that," said Fraser, as soon as they reached the desperate teens. "You're wasting your time and energy. Are you trapped here like us?"
"What's it look like, bozo?" asked Jonathan. "And what are you supposed to be? The Canadian police? Where the hell's your horse? Get us out of here."
"Shut up, you little asshole," said Brad. "We're stuck here too."
"Yeah, Jon, shut up!" approved Scott. "It's no time to play tough guy. These guys can help us get out of here..."
"As if," said Jonathan, with a conceited smirk. "They're probably some friends of Finley." He jumped towards the wall, striking it with both feet, and yelled: "Open that!" He then paced the area nervously, making sudden impatient jerks with his arms, blowing off steam.
"Don't listen to him," said Scott to Fraser. "We were brought here by a teacher of ours, and we don't really know where he is now. I think he took advantage of us, you know... sexually." He paused for a moment, then whispered: "I think Jonathan is not taking it too well. It was humiliating, and Jon is used to be the leader, always in control."
He was looking at the floor, visibly embarrassed. Jonathan had stopped his frantic moves, and was now staring at the wall, silent.
"I think it is this place that's taking advantage of us," offered Brad. "It happened to us too... we won't get in the details. I feel like someone is playing a game with us."
"It looks like a lab, or a control room," said Scott, as he entered with the other two.
"Don't touch anything kids," said Fraser. "It can be dangerous."
"We're not kids," spouted Jonathan arrogantly. "We'll do as we want to do."
Jonathan wandered away from the others, and studied the controls attentively. He checked the others, and when he was certain they were not looking, he pressed a few buttons. Nothing happened. He checked again, then turned a large dial. Nothing happened, or so he thought until he heard Scott ask in panic:
"What did you do? Turn it back."
Jon turned around and saw that Fraser and Brad, who were standing on the white-paneled section of the room, had frozen in place. The panels themselves glowed - they were translucent, and light came from under them.
"Wait, I'm trying something here," said Jonathan, trying to appear calm and in control, slowly turning a smaller dial next to the large one.
Something was happening to the two immobile men. An aura of greenish light surrounded them, or part of them. Jonathan stopped turning the dial midway, and the glow faded; but the appearance of the men had changed. Fraser's uniform and boots were gone, and he stood in white boxers and T-shirt, and black socks; Brad had lost his jeans, T-shirt and sneakers, and he stood also in white boxers, but his torso was bare.
"Wow, this is fun," said Jonathan, excited.
"Jon, I mean it," warned Scott. "Put them back like they were."
"Scott," argued Jon, "these two may be responsible for what happened to us. Don't you want to get some revenge."
"We don't know that, Jon." Scott's tone was becoming firmer. "Turn it back."
"All right," said Jonathan. He turned the large dial back, dimming the floor panels. The two men moved, and looked confused. "Go check if they're OK..."
Scott approached the semi-clad men, but as soon as his feet were on the panels, Jonathan turned the large dial back, freezing Scott with the others. Scott first layer of clothing also vanished in a green glow, leaving him with only a T-shirt and dark patterned boxers.
Jonathan looked at his three victims in underwear. They looked so pathetic. Now, he was back in control, like it was meant to be. He noticed briefly that he had a hard-on, but focused on the many dials and buttons before wondering at the reason for his arousal.
There was an array of small dials just below the ones he had played with, and he tried playing with these. The first one he turned brought a reaction in Brad - he moved his hand towards his crotch, and started feeling his genitals through his boxers. Jon tried a second dial, which made Scott's cock grow hard and push against the fabric of his underwear. Another dial had Fraser kneel, then put his hands on the floor, waving his ass back and forth as if waiting to be fucked.
Jonathan watched Brad fucking Fraser for a while, then turned the fourth dial on Fraser's row, which resulted in him crawling towards Scott's crotch - Brad crawling behind him not missing a beat - grabbing Scott's boxers, pulling them down, and starting to suck on the rock hard stick, as if it was a lollipop.
Suddenly, an idea popped in Jonathan's head. He turned back the large dial on top almost to its original position. He watched his victims carefully as they regained consciousness, but stayed under the machine's control.
"Hard to give commands when your mouth is full?" Jonathan shouted to Fraser. "You enjoy my good friend's teenage cock, don't you Mountie? It tastes great. And you," he switched to Brad, "do you still think I'm a little asshole? Well, you seem to like assholes, don't you?"
"What are you doing to us?" yelled Brad back. "Stop this nonsense! Let us go."
"Jon," pleaded Scott. "I'm your friend, remember. Let me go."
Jonathan ignored them, curious of the other dials. He turned one on Scott's row, which seemed to have no effect...He placed one hand on the large Freeze Dial, and the other close to the top of the button column.
"That's it, Mountie Man," said Scott, "Suck on my young dick! I love it. Faster... Deeper...."
"Oooo, this is great, fucking that rough ass," said Brad.
Jonathan suddenly pressed all three buttons, and watched Brad and Scott jerk out their dicks out of their respective holes, and explode in a steady jet of hot white cum all over Fraser's face and back, while Fraser himself was spraying his belly with spurts of his own sperm. At that exact moment, Jon turned the large dial completely, freezing the scene, cum still in mid-air, in a very lifelike erotic sculpture.
Officer Kenny Mandylor stared at the large steel door in the white concrete wall, waiting for it to open. He was flanked on either side by Officer Antonio Minelli and Officer Matt White, who shared his silence. It was an anxious silence, as the three men had heard frequent rumors about the building facing them, the "Tests Inc." complex at the edge of the town of Harriston.
No one in Harriston knew what tests were performed at "Tests Inc."; no one in Harriston had ever seen the owner of the building or the company - the land had been bought by lawyers, and the construction itself was done by foreign contractors; and no one in Harriston knew what the inside of the complex looked like, because only vehicles came in and out of the site, and they never stopped in the town.
The door slid open with a grind, revealing a wide corridor with white concrete floor and shiny metal walls. As the three men slowly walked past the threshold, they felt a vague queasiness, a disorientation which made the walls appear to close in on them. Trying to look confident, they strolled down the corridor, looking for a human being. A few hundred feet later, they heard the main steel door close behind them.
"Hello?" shouted Matt. "Is anybody here? This is the police."
There was no answer.
"This place gives me the creeps," said Kenny. "Do you think this will lead to a receptionist or something? "
"The voice at the gate did say to enter from this door," answered Tony.
"Can I help you?" a female voice said from behind them.
The three policemen jumped around and saw a petite dark-haired woman in a beige business suit who stood impatiently, waiting for their answer.
"How did you get here?" asked Matt. "There's no..."
"I believe that your reason for coming here has nothing to do with my comings and goings," the woman said sharply. "We are busy, and have no time for small talk. Get to the point."
A frown appeared on Kenny's face. His hand went instinctively to his gun, as if he felt threatened.
"First things first, what is your name?" he asked.
"Dreyfuss. Julia Dreyfuss."
"Well, Ms. Dreyfuss, four high school kids were kidnapped yesterday, and we have reason to believe that they were brought here."
Ms. Dreyfuss laughed. "And what makes you think that? "
"Someone spotted one of your company vans just outside the school yesterday."
"We were collecting some data in the area," explained Ms. Dreyfuss. She scratched her head, looking annoyed. "I don't see what interest we could have in kidnapping teenagers."
"What kind of tests do you perform here?" asked Tony, a question which was burning his lips.
"I don't think that is relevant," she snapped.
"Well, I happen to think it can be pretty relevant," said Matt.
"Look, we don't use teenagers in twisted weird science experiments, if that's what you mean." Julia's voice was even sharper. "Now, if you will excuse me, I have work to do."
"Can we take a look around, Ms. Dreyfuss?" asked Kenny. His tone made certain he would not accept a negative answer.
"All right," said Ms. Dreyfuss, "but do not touch anything. When you are finished, just come back here and I'll see you out. Now, if you'll excuse me..."
She left without further ado, through a door which they had not seen before. They continued along the corridor, trying to get a feel of the layout of the place. Of course, they did not expect the kids to pop out of a closet, or to cover the entire grounds (the place was huge!), but it gave them an occasion to snoop, and they were curious men.
It took them four hours to accept that they were lost. They had not met a single human being during their exploration, and they had seen only corridors after corridors of doors after doors of dark laboratories. They yelled in vain for another half-hour, and tried to radio out, but the abundance of metal and concrete interfered with their walkie-talkies. Kenny looked at his watch: 10:13 PM.
"I don't believe this. We're stuck in here. We've been walking in circles."
"I'm suppose to meet a girl tonight after my shift," said Matt. "I need to get out."
"It's HOT in here," said Tony, wiping sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand.
"That's true," said Matt.
The three men had been perspiring heavily; their black hair was completely wet; pearls of sweat rolled over their skin; and their police uniforms had large dark patches under their arms and on their backs.
They walked around for another while, until they found a room they had never seen before. It led into a small corridor with three doors and smelled strongly of chlorine. The doors on each side of them led to locker rooms, male and female, both empty, while the third one led to a large swimming pool.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" said Tony to the others.
"We can't," said Kenny, "we did not get permission. And we don't have anything to wear."
"Come on, there doesn't seem to be anybody here," said Matt. "We'll just swim in our boxers. If someone finds out, they'll tell us how to get out!"
"I don't know."
"Well, I'm going," said Tony.
They watched him as he stripped his uniform off down to his white boxers. He had the better looking body of the three, and they were a bit jealous to see it so obviously in display: the chiseled chest just hairy enough, the tall stature, the firm butt, well-outlined in his tight boxers. He dove in the pool, made a few laps, and came out. His boxers clung to his body, and had become almost transparent, leaving not much to the imagination. They could not help but look at his magnificent long cock, almost 8 inches.
"It's good," he said, "and quite relaxing. You should give it a try."
"Well, why not," said Kenny.
Both Matt and Kenny stripped down to their boxers. Kenny was wearing loose light-blue boxers, and Matt had black CK button fly boxers briefs. They both jumped in the water, and enjoyed its coolness. Tony joined them, and soon they were splashing each other, playing like kids.
"I think I lost my boxers," said Matt. He dove in, trying to look for them at the bottom of the pool, but couldn't.
On the way up, he saw that both his colleagues had lost their underwear too. Their soft cocks were floating loose in the water. When he surfaced, Tony told him:
"Our uniforms are gone too, as well as our guns."
Matt looked at the spot where they had left their clothes just a short while ago. They *had* disappeared.
"That's impossible," Kenny said. "They were right next to the pool. No one came in."
"We'll look for them later," said Matt, strangely.
For some reason, he was happy that the uniforms were gone. They were an encumbrance. In the water, he felt so free! It was just the right temperature, and it was soft, almost airy. He also enjoyed swimming in the nude, his dick and balls free to move around without any constraints.
"Yeah, later," said Kenny. Something was wrong. He should care about the clothes, the gun, their being trapped in here, but he didn't. All he could think about was the water, the airy water, the way it was gliding on his skin. He felt all his muscles loosen, especially his anus.
Tony did not add anything. He just floated away on his back, his soft cock lying on his thighs, lost in his pubic hair.
Matt dove in, and circled around Kenny. He waved the water around Kenny's legs, watching Kenny's cock follow the flow back and forth. It was also getting hard.
Matt came out of the water, and saw that Kenny's eyes were closed. "That felt good," said Kenny without opening them, "real good. Come closer," he whispered.
Matt swam to him, bringing his body so very close to him, but avoided any contact. He somehow felt the heat of Kenny's body through the water. He felt also the electricity, the life, in Kenny's body, and it tickled his own.
"What's happening?" he whispered to Kenny. "What are we doing? Oh God! This feels like heaven. Do you feel me?"
"Yes I do," answered Kenny. He moved his hands behind Matt's ass, without touching it. He moved them in little circles, and Matt felt his ass open up. He was also getting quite aroused, and his penis, growing erect, touched Kenny's, sending an intense wave of joy through both.
"Don't mind me," said Tony, smiling, floating around and jerking off as he watched his colleagues have some fun.
Matt moved his hands around both penises, and found the perfect way to stimulate them without touching. It was a degree over jerking off, as if they had reached the point of no return but stayed there, enjoying an orgasm which didn't come yet. Finally, exhausted, both men finally embraced, their bodies rubbing against each other, and they released their orgasm, their cocks spurting hot cum in the water.
"Well, well, well..." said a female voice that all three knew.
The three naked officers looked in the direction of the door, too ashamed to let more than their heads stick out of the water. Ms. Dreyfuss walked to the edge of the pool.
"If it isn't the three macho officers fooling around in our pool..." she said, rubbing it in. "I told you not to touch anything...You should have listened. This is not really water, you see. It is a new chemical compound, which enters the body through physical contact and has some interesting effects on the brains. Right now, you are drugged, and since you will not remember anything in a few hours, I might as well enjoy myself.
"What do you mean?" asked Tony. He and the others were feeling groggy, but they still were conscious of the events.
"This pool is one of our many experiments on artifacts controlling and orienting sexual desire. At the top intensities, sexual desire becomes sexless, which is why you were enjoying yourselves even though none of you is gay. I guess, anyway, judging your attitude. It also lowers mental defenses, making all of you extremely sensitive to suggestion. For example, I can tell you the following: Come out of this pool right now, and stand up. I am now your superior officer, and you must obey my orders..."
In an instant, the three policemen perceived Julia as their boss, and hurried out of the pool to stand before her. Yet, they were still aware of their nakedness, and they tried to hide their genitals with their hands.
Julia rather enjoyed having these three at her command. They were all handsome, and quite hung. These were men, not teenagers like the three mechanics she enjoyed a few hours ago.
"I have to make my inspection," she said. She started with Matt, whose innocent eyes were pleading her not to abuse of her power over him. She rubbed the hair on his chest, then spread his hands open to get a closer look at his equipment. His cock was uncut, a full seven inches coming out of thick pubic hair. She grabbed it and looked Matt in the eyes, intimidating him. She then moved over to Tony, the tallest and most hung, and kissed him, rubbing his ass. Finally, she moved to Kenny, whom she manacled with handcuffs taken out of her blouse. His hands securely behind his back, she was free to go down on him and use her tongue on his cock, until it grew hard and shiny with pre-cum.
She moved back and said to Kenny: "I want those thick lips of yours locked around the tall one's cock. As for you," she said to Matt, "come here and..." She removed her skirt (she wasn't wearing anything under) "... satisfy me."
"Yes, sir," said both men, almost in unison. Matt kneeled in front of her and used his tongue in ways she had never felt before, while she rinsed her eyes by watching Kenny, on his knees, his handcuffed hands just above his firm round ass, give head to a delighted Tony.
After a while, she sat down on the floor, and asked Tony: "Fuck me!" She then turned to the others and commanded: "You two come to each side of me. I want to have my hands full."
Matt and Kenny placed themselves on each side of her, and she grabbed their cocks, jerking them off to the same beat as the one Tony used to fuck her. The beat increased exponentially, until the three of them reached orgasm simultaneously, Matt and Kenny creaming her face, while Tony filled her up with his manly fluid.
***
When the three policemen woke up, fully dressed in their uniforms, a few hundred yards from the compound, they remembered nothing of their experiences within. The only thing they knew was that they did not want to go back in again. | 3 |
367 | The Goody Goody Girls | "What are you so upset about?" Karen asked as she rushed to catch up with Maggie who was storming down the corridor toward the front entrance of the high school.
"That little rat bastard came in my mouth!" Maggie hissed, wiping her lips with the back of her hand for the tenth time. It didn't do any good. The ripe flavor of fresh semen still lingered on her tongue, as if Norman's thick cream had permanently saturated her flesh.
"We went there to get laid," Karen reminded her friend.
"I don't care what we went there for, I never had any intentions of letting that pimply little runt shoot off in my mouth. I feel like nothing more than a human condom."
"I doubt that you're the first girl who's ever swallowed a load of cum without being warned in advance."
"I don't care if I'm the first or the last. I don't like the idea of a boy thinking he can stick his dick in my mouth and let loose with all that nasty ball juice."
"I don't know what you're so upset about," Karen mused. "By the way you were sucking his cock, I got the impression you were enjoying it. I kind of wished it had been me."
"So do I," Maggie said with a scowl, then suddenly heard herself talking and broke into a laugh. "I guess it is silly, isn't it? I just didn't expect him to squirt down my throat."
"Well, we know something Julie doesn't know."
"What's that?"
"That Norman Green is anything but queer. Did you see the way he went after eating your pussy? He really got a charge out of that."
"He got a charge?" Maggie said with a grin. "I was the one on the other end of his tongue, remember? Now that was a charge, believe me!"
"What did it feel like?"
"Like heaven," the brunette purred, pressing her legs firmly together to soak up some of her overflow still streaming from her snatch.
"And what was it like when you sucked him off?"
"Like wrapping my lips around a big fat sausage," Maggie said in a whisper, "and I could smell and taste that delightful male flavor of his. You know something?" Her eyes grew suddenly very sober. "If he hadn't cum in my mouth, I would have let him stick his cock up my pussy. I really wanted him to fuck me. I think that's the reason I was so pissed when he cut loose."
Karen made a face. "I was hoping he would fuck both of us. And you know what else?"
"What?"
"When he started cumming in your mouth, I was wishing it were me swallowing that hot cream. My monkey got all gooey and warm inside."
Maggie knew that even if Karen didn't mean it, she was trying to make them both feel better about Norman's surprise conquest in the locker room. "That's nice Karen." Her eyes suddenly bolted to the front door. "Oh terrific!" she cried as she spotted Mrs. Peters.
"What's wrong?"
"I forgot Mom was picking me up after school to do some shopping." She broke away from her friend in a brisk walk. "Would you get my Lit. book out of my locker and take it home with you?"
"Sure."
"I'll see you at seven."
"You're place or mine?"
"Call me."
Maggie and her mother were already outside by the time Karen started down the hall to collect her and her friend's text books. As she walked along, she felt the autumn breeze from an open window ply at the folds of her skirt and rush up between her legs.
The tingling softness of the fresh air currents had just kissed the outer recesses of her snatch when she stopped abruptly, suddenly aware that she was missing one of her garments. "My panties!" she gasped out loud, then flashed her eyes about the empty hall to make sure no one had heard her.
She knew only too well she had left them in the equipment locker. Maggie hadn't bothered to hand them to her with her skirt. Because of summer camp, all of her underwear had her name stamped inside. The only thing to do was to go back and retrieve them before someone else found the tiny bikinis.
Sullenly, she marched back to the dressing room and carefully pushed the door open. The place was as silent and still as the first time she'd entered it. Norman Green had obviously left, and no one else appeared to be around.
The attractive blonde tiptoed down the row of lockers and leaned over the bench. Just as her hand connected with the metal handle, she heard a voice sing out over her shoulder and her heart skipped a beat.
"Can I help you with something?"
Karen turned to find herself staring into the deep green eyes of Jerry Marshall, the new assistant coach. Jerry, twenty-two years old and fresh out of college, was a husky redhead with a powerful physique. His thick shag of curls was cut short around his handsome features. His square jaw and sturdy mouth were locked in a small grim smile as his leer raked over the pretty blonde teenager. She tried to keep her timid gaze on his face, afraid to look anywhere else. Out of her peripheral vision all she could see was male flesh, rippling contours of naked, bulging muscles. "I, ah, forgot something," she stammered.
"You forgot something in here?" he asked, finding her explanation anything but plausible.
"Well, I didn't exactly forget it. I had something stolen by some- one and it's in here."
"What was stolen?" Jerry asked, taking a step closer to the girl.
When Karen braced herself against the locker, the bench bumped into the back of her knees and that was her undoing. The moment she felt the edge of the bench against her calves, her legs went weak and flew out from under her. She sat down with a thud, finding herself staring into the redhead's swollen jockstrap.
Mr. Marshall wasn't wearing anything other than his thin athletic supporter. The tiny garment rode low on his strong waist and barely covered his spongy jewels. A fringe of wiry hairs curled along the sides of his jock and feathered the pair of freckled pillars which were his legs. Another fringe of red pubes crawled up his flat abdomen in a slender triangle terminating at his navel.
His well defined limbs and torso were covered with a thin coat of gleaming sweat. He smelled much the way Norman had smelled when the skinny team manager was bucking his hips into Maggie's face, manly and hot and anointed all over with the unmistakable aroma of cock odor.
"I'd rather not say," Karen answered in a small timid voice.
Jerry's brow furrowed. "Well, was it your wallet, your purse, a letter?"
"No," she answered, scooting her feet up to the bench. When she did, her full cotton skirt, which had fluttered up to her thighs when she sat down so abruptly, crawled further up her bare legs.
Jerry's eyes darted to the shiny, naked cunt between the girl's spread feet. She was sitting with her knees together, her skirt halfway up her thighs and her quim on view for no more than the looking. "How about your panties?" he said with a broad grin.
Karen blushed and nodded, caught so off guard by his naked magnetism that she didn't think to question how he had guessed correctly.
"Where are they?"
She turned slightly and rapped the locker behind her. "In here."
"Let's take a look and see."
Karen slid out of the way while Jerry opened the locker door. On the floor of the compartment was the tiny pair of bikinis. He raised them up with his forefinger and thumb and held them out in front of him. "Are these what you were looking for?"
She nodded and blushed again, embarrassed to see the grown man openly displaying her undergarment.
"How do I know they're yours?"
"My name's inside."
He stretched the band and peered into the brief pair of undies. "Karen Sheen. Is that you?"
"Yes," she answered.
"How can I be sure that's really your name?"
It was Karen's turn to frown. "Because I am."
"Maybe you are and maybe you aren't. Maybe you just want to steal these," Jerry said, amused at the teenager's dilemma.
"But I am Karen Sheen," Karen insisted, panic cloaking her expression. The assistant coach was right; she had nothing on her to prove her identity.
"I would presume if you're the rightful owner of these panties, it would mean you don't have any on."
The blonde dropped her eyes for a moment. "I don't."
"I think you're going to have to prove that," the redhead said in a deep, suggestive voice.
Karen shot Mr. Marshall a dubious glance. "You mean, you want me to show you that I'm naked under my skirt?"
The man nodded with his gaze fixed on her hem.
Reluctantly, the girl lowered her legs and slowly hiked her skirt up to her waist.
As the blonde's small cunt came into view, Jerry caught his breath and his cock snaked up to the waistband of his jockstrap. Being a stranger who knew no one in the small town, it had been weeks since he had gotten his rocks off, and he was hornier than hell. That coupled with the pretty girl's hot pussy was more than enough to make him throw a sizeable rod.
"See?" Karen said, raising her eyes again as she continued to hold her skirt up. "I don't have any panties on." Her words were coming in abrupt halts because she had spotted the huge boner behind the assistant coach's jockstrap. She had meant to demonstrate that the garment was hers then lower her skirt, but the redhead's hardon -- after the young lady had watch her friend suck off Norman -- was too damn appealing to pass up.
"I see," Jerry said, bringing the skimpy undies to his face. "But there's only one way to be really sure." He rubbed his nose in the crotch of the undies, inhaling the faint sweet smell of pussy without taking his eyes off Karen, then dropped to a squat in front of the girl. "Let me see if the smell in the panties is the same as yours." His voice was a harsh whisper.
Karen widened the spread of her knees as the redhead's face drew nearer. She could feel his warm breath on the insides of her thighs and was overcome by the potent odor of his maleness.
Jerry's face leaned in between the girl's legs until his nose was grazing against her sparse pubic bush. His nostrils flared as he sniffed up and down the pretty little cunt, his eyes fixed on the soft pink interior and the swollen clit at the top.
"Is the smell the same?"
"Yes," he answered heavily, panting like a man who had just run the hundred yard dash. "Would you mind if I ..." His tongue shot out and stabbed gently into her almost hairless snatch.
"Oh, Mr. Marshall!" Karen moaned as she felt his tongue squirm between the lips of her juicy quim.
"Jerry," he corrected before he sucked her tiny box into his mouth, eating every hidden, tasty recess his tongue could reach.
"Jerry," she purred, splaying her legs farther and wiggling around on the bench.
He raised up and hunched over her as he undid her blouse and unhooked the clasp of her bra between the lacy little cups. Her large, creamy white breasts bounced into view, her tiny nipples as hard as pointed pebbles. "Your tits are lovely, Karen," he said. licking the flat of his tongue across each one and leaving a trail of saliva. He stood between her legs with his knees pressing into her thighs. "Take my jockstrap off."
The blonde didn't have to be told twice. Her hands raced to the knit waistband and shoved the supporter down to the assistant coach's ankles. His hard meaty cock snapped out and vibrated against her tits. Mr. Marshall may not have been as large as Norman, but his erect peter certainly rivalled the size of Mike's pecker. The knob was a deep purple, the shaft, thick and etched with veins that webbed down into a dense orange bush and a pair of large cum swollen balls.
"Kiss my cock, Karen."
She pressed her lips against the fleshy glans already wet with his pre-cum, then took the head into her mouth. She had suctioned the ring of her lips halfway down the wide shaft and was toying with his huge balls when he suddenly pulled his pelvis back, cheating her of any further oral homage.
"I can't take much more of your hot cock sucking or I'll shoot off in your lovely throat."
Karen thrust her face against Jerry's throbbing dick, pressing the hard pecker against his belly while she showered the dorsal side with kisses. "I love your cock," she purred, knowing she didn't dare tongue it too much or he would cum.
"Karen," he said, stepping out of the jockstrap roping his ankles and laying her back on the bench, "I want to fuck you."
"Oh, yes!" she moaned, parting her legs for him and pulling his trim waist into the spread of her thighs. "Fuck me, Jerry. Shove your hard cock up my hot pussy, please!She could hear the pleading whine of her voice echo in the boys' dressing room as he positioned her legs around his muscular thighs so her ankles locked on the firm pillow of his naked ass.
Jerry stabbed the bloated head of his rod into the tight, juicy quim, then froze, his eyes puzzling as he looked into Karen's heated face. "Are you a virgin?" He had felt the thin membrane start to tear with his initial thrust.
"Yes," she said warmly, "but it doesn't matter. I want you to take my cherry. Fuck me, Jerry! Please, fuck me!"
He withdrew until just the tip of his dick was kissing her cunt, then stabbed as hard as he could. Her membrane shattered in an instant. His shaft sailed up her snatch until his heavy balls were snugged against her asshole. Both of them were panting hard and sweating. "Are you okay?"
"Oh, yes!" she answered, so hot from finally getting a man's hardon in her pussy that she barely noticed the destruction of her cherry. Assured that the blonde girl was in no discomfort, Jerry began pistoning his fat ram in and out of the freshly deflowered quim, bucking his ass high on the out strokes and dropping his hips down to plunge even deeper with each additional thrust. In no time at all, Karen was hunching her hips up to meet his onslaught as they both got closer and closer to their climaxes.
"I'm cumming!" she finally cried, feeling the heated spiral well up inside her.
"Feel that?" he asked, as he halted with his cock buried deep in her snatch. His dick spasmed wildly as his balls shrunk into his groin.
"Yes!"
"I'm filling your little cunt with my cum, Karen."
"It's fantastic," she purred.
After a few moments of his swollen knob spitting out its hot load up inside of her, he pulled out. His peter had started to wilt by the time he reached for her panties. "Do you want to clean up before putting these on?"
"No," she said, slipping the undies on and snapping her bra. "I want to take you juices with me."
"I know what you mean," Jerry said, yanking his jockstrap up over his hips. "I'm going to beat off thinking about you later tonight and smelling your twat on my hand."
"I wish you'd fuck me again."
"I don't know, Karen. It's pretty dangerous for me, being my first year here and all. If anyone caught me balling one of the students, it'd be my job for sure."
"I won't tell anyone, I promise." She stood to her feet, smoothed out her skirt and brought her lips up to his mouth.
His tongue met hers outside their faces, then he sucked it inside as her hands slid down to the bare cheeks of his humpy ass.
"You kiss as good as you fuck," she laughed as he pulled away.
"You'd better get out of here before we get caught."
She nodded and took a last look at the sexy redhead dressed in only his skimpy jockstrap, the pouch wet with what she knew was partly her own juices. "When will I see you again?"
"We'll figure out something," he promised, steering her toward the door. | 4 |
373 | The Maid | "Sir, I found this note in the garbage. Is it yours?" The dark brown innocent looking eyes of Tiyar awaited my answer as she held out the crumpled paper to me.
"Thank you." I took the note and read it. It was from my business partner, and that an important meeting had been rescheduled, to start and hour ago! I could not control the anger in my voice, "Did you take this note Ti?" I often called her this, she had asked me to during the first week she began work.
"No Mr. Simons." And I believed her, it was written in my wife's handwriting.
"God damn it all too hell!" I spun about and slammed my hands upon my desk. I forgot the maid standing at my flank. Since I missed the meeting, my company probably lost the chance we had for a huge account, and a large amount of revenue. Why would Linda throw out a message that I hadn't received yet?
I spun about to go out to the backyard where my wife was taking in some sun, instead I discovered Ti kneeling before me. Her head was down as she picked up the mess I had made that morning while working. From the angle that she was I could see directly down the front of her dress to her ample bosom. The naturally brown skin tantalized and stunned me for a brief second. I, of course, had noticed that the maid was a very beautiful young woman, but usually my appraisal was less than energetic. The large firm mounds swayed beneath her as she reached and grabbed the small bundles of garbage, a sight that greatly incensed me. I could see much of her breast, minus the sight of her nipple, a part of her that I greatly imagined the sight of.
After several enjoyable moments of this sight, she looked up directly into my eyes, her hand and knees still upon the floor. Silence. I was extremely conscious that my knees were spread and she was but an arm's reach from my crotch, while her face was level with my lap.
"Honey?!" It was Linda.
It took a few seconds before I answered, all thought of the crumpled note gone, just the silent beauty kneeling before me in my thoughts. "Yes?" Ti stood and immediately took the garbage pail out of my den. My wife entered seconds after, dressed in a see-through summer wrap which revealed her one-piece bikini underneath. "Oh..." I was startled by her sudden appearance.I had come to the conclusion that the sight I had witnessed had been a damn turn-on! Watching the beautiful Tiyar masturbating was stimulating enough, but add the idea that what had prompted her action was my wife's near-naked body was extremely exciting. That night as I lay next to my sexy wife, my cock pounding back and forth in her wet hole, my vision was filled with Ti. I fantasized about my maid, and the erotic sight of her masturbating while my near-naked wife lay unsuspecting nearby.
Though things about the house seemed to return to "normal". I treated Tiyar the same as I had before my sight of her enjoying herself. If anything, my wife noticed the difference just by the amount of sexual attention she was receiving. Almost daily I would point my active imagination upon my unsuspecting, but pleased, wife. I didn't think I would again enjoy such a high sex drive now as I had when I was still in my late teens. So, Ti was responsible for my marriage becoming almost better than ever.
The occasion was Ted and Sherry came over for supper and drinks. It was a usual occurrence, happening about once every month. The five of us, including Ti, sat about eating the delicious Italian cuisine and chatting normally. Everything was normal.
I felt a light touch upon my right side, next to my trouser zipper. Thinking I had dropped something in my lap, I glanced quickly down and saw a small thin brown skinned hand reaching for my zipper. Like a flash I forced myself to look up, and not at Ti, who was busier than anybody actually realized at that table. I grasped her small hand in my beefy paw just as she found the clasp to the zipper. She didn't resist as I pushed that hand firmly away from my lap.
Again, she reached for me, and again I forced her hand away from me. I quickly glanced to my side and saw that she was chatting with my wife and Sherry, while Ted looked on and listened dutifully. This time when her hand found my zipper, I didn't resist. Perhaps it was the many nights of fantasizing or the sheer lust I had for my young maid. The zipper barely resisted her attempts and I felt a breeze well within my trousers, before slim cold fingers fumbled with my the fly on my boxer shorts.
I couldn't resist tensing up when her cold fingers found my flaccid sex, but thankfully no one noticed my discomfort. Quickly, she rhymically squeezed my cock until it quickly hardened. Again I glanced down, the sight irresistible, her thin fingers attempting to circle my throbbing member. The fingers warmed quickly upon my penis, and she slowly moved it up and down, stroking me expertly. I didn't resist, nor did I help, I just sat their and enjoyed it.
Across the table, my wife looked over at me and smiled happily. Seconds later, Ted began to question me about business, and I animatedly chatted with him. Up and down the fingers went, and my mind began to drift. Just when I thought it prudent to discontinue, Ti withdrew her hand from my raised pole and grasped my hand discretely and pulled it to her lap. She was wearing a loose summer skirt and I found the hem raised to her waist. My maid placed my hand directly between her warm thighs and right upon her wet hairless uncovered crotch. I almost lost my supper. She returned to stroking my cock.
Never before had I felt such a sexy and wet slit. It was a marvel that I explored more out of curiosity than passion. Her natural juices had coated the whole sex mound and her strong inner thighs, which in turn coated my hand. I had to resist the temptation to lift my fingers to my lips to taste and smell her. I could feel the dilemma that she was creating with her stroking fingers upon my cock, and I acted out of instinct as I found and rotated her clitoris. She wiggled with delight, while asking my wife a question about the meal.
I remembered the sight as my wife had lain within sight of my maids excited eyes, and her reaction. It was obvious to me that she had not thought only of my pretty wife as sexy. The moving fingers were proof of that. I could feel the tension building between my legs and knew this engender would soon come to a close. As the sperm began to build in pressure, I plunged a single finger into her surprisingly tight sex hole.
I could feel my seed shoot out the head of my cock even while her vagina clasped my fucking finger in a hungry and climaxing grasp. It was one of the most peculiar orgasms I have ever had. Ti and I both climaxed simultaneous, neither had a huge cum. I for one was attempting to hide my enjoyment for my wife and company, while very conscious of any above table movements. It was a strange orgasm that I had, but fulfilling all the same.
Several moments went by and Ti and I returned our hands to our laps. Unseen by anyone else at the table, my maid daintily lifted her expert hand and licked off two drops of pearly white sperm, smiling at me all the while. I looked into her eyes as I finally lifted and quickly tasted my hand, her juices delicious and her sent strong but highly addictive.The next few days were distant, at least with my interactions with other people. I barely spoke to my wife, and never touched her. She, of course, noticed my coldness and inquired into my feelings and thoughts, I just smiled as warm as I could then allowed her to kiss me. On the cheek. I avoided my daughter, every time I saw her I picture that pretty woman laying upon her bed naked and damn sexy. And, of course, the guilty pleasure I had received just from that sight alone. As for my son, I went out of my way to not see. And for some strange reason didn't blame him for what was going on with my wife. Linda was older, and his mother, she was to blame. I understood that teenagers had raging hormones and would take anything that came along, though I did wonder where the line must be drawn. Tiyar was the only one that I didn't avoid, in fact I wished she would seek my company more often.
I desired Tiyar's company for a new reason now; I thought she was the only one who knew the tremendous emotions running through me, and I figured I would be able to talk with her. When that moment finally came, she sat down with me, alone in the house, and I talked for almost an hour. While she was being the perfect listener. Even holding my hand, kissing the fingertips in sympathy for my words. A new rush of desire ran through me, one solely to possess this beautiful and sexy maid. It was stronger than lust before, this time I began to think I was falling in love with Tiyar.
My house was not a comfortable place to live, my daughter was the first to voice this problem. She cried upon my shoulder telling me that "everyone hated her". Of course I reassured her this was preposterous while at the same time was very conscious of her warm young body fiercely holding me. At that time, I didn't actually wonder why my daughter hadn't gone to my wife for support, as the two of them were usually bound tightly as some mother-daughters were.
I didn't want my desire to rise, and I did attempt to hold it back, but my heart rate and sex had other ideas. Could my daughter feel the growing size of my organ against her hip, as she sat upon my lap as she used to do as a very young girl? The sweat was rolling down my back and face, and it wasn't the heat. I hated myself, hated what my body urged for. My hand was nonchalantly laying upon my daughters upper thigh, and I wondered if she could feel it quiver as well as then forced will I put into it, just so it didn't move.
She wiggled about, seemingly to get more comfortable, yet this stimulated my rock hard sex. Surely she could feel the manhood against her? She had talked herself out and just had her arms wrapped about my neck in a strong hug. She was so small and attractive that my desire was strongly overcoming my willpower to stop any actions that may lead, or suggest, a lewdness or impropriety in our parts. Incest is such a ugly word, as my wife should well know.
I honestly do now know how far it would have gone. My daughter wiggled about even more, pressing her hip harder into my lap, my small breasts poking into my chest, and her soft cheek against my own. She only kissed me twice. Two little peeks upon my neck. But that is all it took, I lost control; my hand slid up between her thighs and began to slowly reach upwards to that warm wonderful spot that I had witness not so long before. She responded by spreading her legs just enough for my hand to reach her covered crotch.
My fingers touched the cloth covering her sex mound, I gently pressed into the lower crack then tracing upwards towards the spot that caused her to moan and wiggled about. I was enjoyed the obvious heat and moisture in this region, when Ti walked in on us. "Excuse me Sir, would a cold supper be all right tonight?" I pulled away from my daughter, too stunned to think. While she suddenly jumped up and walked away, quickly to her room. If I had been thinking straight I would have known what she would be soon doing alone in her room.
"My god!" I gasped for breath, just realizing what I had been about to do, what I almost did. "Thank god." Tiyar looked at me knowingly, yet with compassion. "Thank you Ti, I..."
The maid came over and replaced my daughter upon my lap, I still too stunned to even think straight. "Understandable after everything you have been through." She kissed my cheek softly. "And she is an attractive young woman," again a kissed this time upon the same spot that my daughter had kissed, "and you have been under great stress lately."I soon purchased an auto focus, auto forward, quiet camera. My plans disgusted me, yet I knew them to be important if I wanted to keep everything that I ever worked for. Ti was again the maid, our actions were innocent and nothing could be taken out of context. Meaning, I didn't attempt to fuck her again, yet almost daily I received a sexy phone call from Ti, her husky voice sexily talking with me. She also agreed to help me.
After a week of waiting and watching Ti and I were only able to get a few pictures. Linda, my wife, was sunbathing as she usually does on a hot sunny day, and my son was rubbing lotion upon her skin. Innocent enough, except the photo action suggested more when my son bends forward and kisses my wife's near-naked buttock. Then in a later photo, while she was upon her back, he again bends forward to give her a kiss, this time on her round covered breast. The best picture was seconds later when his teeth were playfully pulling her nipple and bikini top several inches upwards from her chest, while Linda had a huge playful grin on her face.
They were certainly suspect, but as Ti said, they were not enough to prove incest. I agreed, then made better plans to capture the affair between my wife and son. Firstly, I attempted to be around my son very much for the next few days, assuming that his own sex drive would be the downfall of my wife. Then I "disappeared" for a whole day, making sure everyone in the house knew it. My daughter was to be away at a friend's house, and Ti had the day off. The plan worked perfectly when I watched my son's school, and saw that he left only moments after I dropped him off. Obviously, I was hidden and he hadn't any intention of going to classes that day. In fact, my son rushed home to "mommy".The marriage also ended the daily love sessions me and my maid used to enjoy. I still lusted after her, but she changed after the marriage. My first clue was the first night of the honeymoon in Paris, as I reached for her as I have done so many times before. She didn't stop me, but Ti just lay below me like a dead fish. After that things only got worse. I had sex with my pretty new wife four times on the honeymoon and every time she lay almost comatose below me. When I confronted her with it, she again became angry and shouted at me for being "less than a man", and that my "dick could never satisfy" her.
So I slept alone these days. My sex life is nonexistent, and my love is withering away. It soon became apparent that over the last year, I had followed my dick's advice and fell for a woman solely on her lovemaking skills and not any real emotional attachment beyond that. I felt the fool. I had two affairs in half that many months; with a clerk at my office, and then with a fellow colleague. They were quick, dirty, and hot affairs that left me feeling dirty but sexually relieved.
The house was run like boot camp, we now had three maids who handled everything about the house. And my dear wife had ensured they were all ugly or old. She openly sneered at me, or told me to "fuck off" if I attempted any affection towards her. It was a miserable time. And I planned to leave her, my mind made up that I had made a fateful mistake.
That was when the final episode to my tale begins.
I lay upon my bed, sweaty and tired in the heat of the August night. My sleep was fitful and sporadic at best. Yet a dream appeared at my door; my daughter stood in the shadows with a strange look upon her face, her body clothed in her usual nighttime attire, a huge tee-shirt.
I was about speak up to her when she took two steps into my room then reached, with both hands, to the bottom of her shirt then promptly lifted it up over her head. She didn't miss a stride as she came towards me, her naked body had matured over the last year and looked amazingly like a younger version of her mother, the tanned skin bronzed and shiny in the moonlight. My heart beat fast, and my body was frozen as I simply watched her climb up upon my bed. No words were needed, my lust was fueled by my loveless marriage, and my early fantasies about my own daughter.
The youth reached for and pulled down my shorts, again I never helped her nor did I stop her, until I was naked upon my bed. My breathing became labored as my "little" girl bent over and took my rock hard penis into her mouth. She wasn't experienced enough to fully utilize this oral stimulation to its fullest, but again, I didn't mind in the least and didn't speak a word. Her small thin body rotated, with my dick still in her wet mouth, until her thighs straddled my head. I looked up directly into her youthful sparsely haired sex. My darling lowered herself upon my face, my mouth opening to inhale her flower. She was extremely wet, and tasted better than anything that I ever remember tasting. The rhythm of our oral love was in perfect sync as her face bounced up and down her father's dick as my tongue alternated from fucking her tight little sex hole to manipulating her clitoris.
Very quickly she was moaning and wiggling about. I had to hold upon her strong buttocks to keep them from lifting from my face. I was in nirvana, heaven. It was a fantasy, and a dream. Fueled by my desire and by my impure lust for my daughter. I never thought of what I was actually doing, nor did I care at that moment.
I could feel the ripples as her body spasmed in orgasm, it was only brief moments since she mounted me, and my tongue inside her measured the intensity of her sexual reactions. I was surprised that her vitality enabled her to collect herself in only moments after cumming on "daddy's" face, and she rotated upon me until we were face to face. I could feel my stiff dick between her smooth warm sweaty thighs, a place my face had occupied only seconds before. She slide her tongue between my lips and I sucked it passionately, even as my hands moved her torso about until I felt the head of my penis enter her womanly region. It was she that forced herself down upon me, using her weight as she held herself up upon her elbows, our lips and tongues still busy.
The moment was unforgettable, a dream that will never die. I fucked my daughter for the first time, her virginity taken by me in one quick thrust by both of us. This time, when she was seated after the violent down thrust of her body upon mine, she shouted out, "Fuck!" It was the first and only word she would speak that evening, as I lifted her hips with my hands before strongly pulling her back to me. I fucked her almost like an animal, certainly not in a gentle romantic sense my virgin daughter was deserving of. Both of use were moaning loudly and even grunting sporadically, as our bodies slapped together.
The fantasy of my actions, and my lack of sex, caused my orgasm to be explosive and quick. I came in great volumes, obviously filling up the tight confines of the tightest cunt I have ever been in. A cunt that had no name, as I lost all conscious thought and control. I just shot and shot, until my exhaustion caused me to pass out into a deep slumber. | 2 |
391 | Chet's Girls | "for either you or Susan to get pregnant and deliver a live, healthy son before one of the chicks in Carl's coop pulls the trick. That's out of the question, of course, and we won't even discuss it."
"Well, I can certainly see why you waited for Thea to go to bed before breaking the news to us," Susan said, "and since you did wait, I can only assume that you do want to discuss it."
"No, I don't," Chet replied much too hastily. "I only waited for Thea to go to bed because I knew that we would be talking about Carl's family and the fact that they would be fucking like rabbits, and I don't think that Thea should be exposed to such talk yet. Since you were sixteen, Marsha and I have had no secrets from you. You know that we swing, we know that you have a quite active sex life, so we can say anything in your presence, but I want to keep Thea out of this. She's only fourteen."
"Tomorrow's Thea's birthday," Marsha reminded him. "She'll be fifteen."
"So what," Chet snapped almost in anger, "she's still just a child. I don't want her even thinking of sex before she is sixteen."
"Oh crap. Daddy, this is 1976, not 1880. I lost my cherry when I was fourteen and so did Mom-my. She told me."
"What the hell is this?" Chet cried, staring from his wife's face to his daughter's. "You two act like you want Thea in on this—like—like—you're both considering getting pregnant, and on top of that—like—like you actually want Thea in on it. I won't hear of it—case closed."
"Get serious, Chet," Marsha said flatly, "we have all been waiting for that money too long and too hard to try to pretend now that it doesn't mean that much to us now. I want another baby about as much as I want TB, but damnit. I'm game. You know I haven't been on the pill for about six months now, because the doctor told me to take a break. Just forget using rubbers for a while, and let's get started."
Chet's entire face lit up. "All right, all right," he said, running his hands through his long, dark hair, "uhh, how about you, Susy? I mean—uhh— you don't have to if you don't want to, but..."
"You know I will, Daddy. I'm going to have babies one of these days, anyhow, so why not now. Only problem is the dude I'm going with now is a great lay, but a loser just about every other way, and I don't want a baby by him."
"As pretty and as popular as you are, darling," Marsha said, "I'm sure you won't have any problem finding the man to do it. Just get started soon, I'm sure that Betty and all three of her girls are flat on their asses right now with men standing in line to fuck them.
"Get on the phone and call somebody right now. Thea sleeps like a log. You can fuck right out here in the living room, or take him to the family room in the basement." "Oh Mom, I don't want to be difficult, I swear it," Susan wailed, "but I can't think of a single boy. Give me some time to think—don't rush me."
"Take all the time you want," Marsha said, getting up from the couch, and reaching for Chet's hand, "just get a man over here tonight. I'm going into the bedroom now with Chet for my first injection. Let's me and you have a race—the last one pregnant is an old douche bag."
All Marsha had been wearing was a loose minidress, and as she preceded her husband into the master bedroom, she shucked the tiny garment over her head.
Chet never tired of looking at the sexy, compact little bodies of his wife and older daughter, and his massive cock sprang so hard as he gazed at her firm, bold, succulent-looking ass cheeks that he hastily unzipped his pants to give it breathing room.
As he hurried out of his clothes, he wondered who the lucky stud was who would soon be doing to Susan out on the couch the same thing that he was about to do to Marsha in bed. "I'll bet her little pussy is as hot and tight as all shit," he mused to himself as he pulled off his shorts and T-shirt and fell into bed between Marsha's spread thighs.
"This has really got me hot, honey," Marsha whispered as she reached down between them to guide Chet's long, thick, beloved cock into her moist, burning cunt. "I feel like I felt when we were trying for the girls. Remember how hot I stayed, couldn't get enough?"
"God yes," Chet groaned, marveling at Marsha's tightness, her slickness as he shoved his cock deep into her steamy love channel, "me, too. Your pussy seems to get better when you're in heat like this—Jeezz, I love to fuck you anytime, but shooting for a baby is pure heaven."
"How is this going to affect our swinging?" Marsha asked, swiveling her ass up to meet his thrusts, loving the impact of his cockhead bouncing off her womb. "I mean, what if I get pregnant by somebody else?"
"Don't sweat it," Chet grunted, really slugging cock into her receptive body now for all he was worth, "we need all the help we can get. In fact, we should increase the swinging action, invite more men, accept more invitations. We've got to make it, baby."
"Well, I hope Susy will get off of her ass and get into the act," Marsha said. "These kids today pretend to be so sexually free and sophisticated, but put them to the test, and they're just as square and hung-up as we were."
"Don't worry about her," Chet grinned. "I left the bedroom door open on purpose. If seeing us in action doesn't get her ready to fuck anything with a cock, her case is hopeless anyway."
"You sneaky bastard," Marsha giggled, peeking over Chet's shoulder into the lighted living room. "Oh my gosh, your strategy is backfiring."
"What do you mean?"
"She's sitting on the couch, staring right in here at us, and frigging her clit as though there were no tomorrow."
"Oh shit, this I've got to see," Chet whispered hoarsely, ducking his head as though he were about to begin sucking her nipple.
Looking back under his own armpit, Chet's breath caught sharply as his bugged eyes fell on the most exciting scene that he could remember ever having witnessed.
Susan was sitting with one of her legs draped over the arm of the couch and the other lying flat out on the couch cushion. Her red bikini panties hung in a wrinkled ring around her left ankle, and she held the hem of her mini up to her breasts with her left hand as she frantically fanned her turgid clit with three stiffened fingers of her right.
"Oh God, darling, fuck me—fuck me harder— I'm coming!" Marsha shrieked suddenly, triggering Chet's orgasm, which had begun to rise as soon as he saw what his daughter was doing.
"Arrgghhhh!" Chet groaned wrenchingly, humping like a rabbit before stiffening and allowing his thick, hot come to spurt achingly into Marsha's womb.
Susan leaped to her feet and, with her panties still dangling from her ankle, dashed hurriedly into her and Thea's bedroom. As she closed the door softly behind her, her eyes sprang wide and her breath caught sharply.
Thea was naked on her bed, lying—or almost lying, since only her head, shoulders, and feet were visible—on her back, with her legs spread wide and her fingers busily working in and out of her glistening, hairless pussy. | 4 |
406 | Wesley's Anal Ordeal | "OWWWWWWWWW" Wesley gave out in a high-pitched voice as Bok Dar the Ferengi slipped a stubby finger into Wes's tight virginal asshole.
"Listen to the pussyboy yelp," laughed the Klingon, cupping his growing member at the sight of Wesley's totally perfect and soon to be ravaged ass. Taul, the Vulcan captain and leader of Wes's abductors, added, "Yes indeed, his is the Federation's most lovely heavenly body to behold." Bok Dar continued to finger-fuck Wes's ass as acting Ensign Crusher moaned in discomfort. "Bring the boy into the interrogation room, Bok," ordered Taul.
NO NO NO, this can't be happening, thought Wesley. He had known that many members of the Enterprise thought him attractive, but no one had made a pass at him, unless you counted Commander Riker's ass pats as passes...come to think of it, the Commander seemed rather fond of patting Wes's ass lately...but nothing could have prepared him for having his ass gouged by a horny Ferengi. They'll never accept me at the Academy if they found out about this, thought Wesley...Wesley had never heard about the rape rooms at Starfleet Academy or of Hell Week...Picard had been shielding him...but nothing could shield him now as Bok pushed him on his hands and knees into the interrogation room...now with two Ferengi digits penetrating his tender ass.
"Good Bok, I like to see a boy on his hands and knees before I fuck him, especially a human boy...they're so soft and woman-like," offered Kor. "This is how we Ferengi treat our women," replied Bok Dar, "I thought the lad had better get used to it."
"ENOUGH" shouted Taul "I can no longer hold back the ancient calling of Pon Farr...Ensign Wesley Crusher...prepare to be fucked," the lustful Vulcan concluded as he snapped the two side buttons holding on his metallic briefs. They fell away revealing a throbbing cock, approximately 9 inches long...green-tinged from the Vulcan blood that was rushing into it. Wesley could guess at its length because it was the same size as the Cilo-wrench he used in Engineering. Wesley's eyes got even wider when Kor, the renegade Klingon, stepped directly in front of him, already undressed, and pointed an impossibly huge, deformed-looking brownish cock at his tender mouth. "This is for you, Federation whore-boy," he said as he pressed the engorged head against Wes's mouth. "Kiss the pre-cum off my warrior dick, pussy boy."
Wesley closed his lips tightly, but Kor said something in Ferengi and Bok Dar responded by inserting a third finger into Wesley's now stretched asshole. Wesley opened his mouth to scream and Kor...Due to the double-blind, any mail replies to this message will be anonymized, and an anonymous ID will be allocated automatically. You have been warned. Please report any problems or inappropriate use to [email protected]. | 2 |
414 | Tease | "Hi."
I look up to see a girl standing in the doorway of my office. She is a first-year student who is taking my set theory class. I think her name is Melissa. She is smiling, and I smile back.
"Hello, how can I help you?" I'm in a particularly good mood. I've just heard that I've had a paper accepted in a reasonably prestigious journal, so smiling is coming naturally at present. Of course, it is hard not to smile when a pretty girl smiles at you. It seems that their smiles release happy-particles into a male's bloodstream. When you are younger, it can leave you grinning like an idiot; of course, as a mature lecturer of twenty-eight, I am thankfully past that stage.
"Can I come in, Dr. Edwards?" she asks tentatively, her expression revealing nothing of her reasons.
"Sure."
As she enters, I idly note her clothes: she is dressed in figure-hugging blue jeans and a plain white t-shirt. The t-shirt is a little bit too taut. That is, too taut for my peace of mind, for it is stretched tightly over her breasts, making them beacons for my eyes. I can certainly testify that there is nothing strange about these attractors. Normally, whatever the provocation, I'm very careful about ensuring that my appreciation of female students isn't detectable; there are enough pitfalls for a male lecturer as it is, but I could tell that this time was going to be extra taxing on my nerves.
"It's Melissa, isn't it?"
"Yes." And I'm rewarded with another smile. Smiles like that could become addictive.
Melissa takes a seat and launches into her problem, "I'm having trouble with your last couple of lectures. I don't really understand this `ZFC' set theory."
There's nothing like a chance to lead another soul to see the light of axiomatic set theory to take this mathematician's mind off more earthly matters. Thus engaged, my enthusiasm quickly leads me into explaining the necessity of putting naive set theory on a sound footing, and I start to describe the role of formal axiomatization in this. I then proceed to enumerate the axioms of ZFC and explain where they come from. However, I'm not so blinded by my enthusiasm to fail to monitor the glassy-eyed-ness of my audience. I've bored far too many people to make that mistake.
After a while, I become aware that Melissa is licking her lips and looking at me strangely. It puts me off my stride, and I lose my concentration. Unaccountably, I find myself blushing. Melissa just looks up at me innocently. I suddenly notice that her nipples are visible now, little mole-hills which have sprung up on her otherwise smooth t-shirt. Why would they have done that? I master myself and bring my eyes back to my scribble on the whiteboard. Now, where was I?
Melissa supplied the answer, "You were just about to start explaining what the axiom of choice means," almost as though she could read my thoughts.
I look up, and nearly lose myself in her twinkling eyes. Is she laughing at me? No, but she seems aware of the spark which has passed between us.
"What I'm having trouble with is...," she breathed, as she rose from her chair to stand next to me and point at the board.
I confess, "I'm sorry, I missed that." Her delicate perfume assaulted my nostrils as she stood beside me, and suddenly parsing her sentence was the last thing on my mind. She repeats her sentence while stretching and pointing to a formula at the top of the board. I'm mesmerized by the resulting lifting and straining of her breasts. It is suddenly very hot and stuffy in my office. Now, what did she say again? Rather than reveal my inattention, I talk generally about the axiom in question.
"Yes, but how do you know that sets have that property? It's a little bit arbitrary, isn't it?" Melissa brushes against me as she points to part of the axiom, her breast squashing slightly against my arm.
I retreat behind the safety of my desk before replying. It was getting much too difficult to think with sweet Melissa so close. Unbidden, I'm suddenly reminded of the lyrics of a song by The Police,
"Young teacher, the subject, of school-girl fantasy,
She wants him, so badly, that's where she wants to be ...
Don't stand so,
Don't stand so,
Don't stand so close to me."
They suddenly seem all too relevant, and I develop a new sympathy for the hapless teacher of the song. Of course, the real situation is that Melissa has been behaving above reproach, and there is no evidence that I'm the subject of one of her fantasies; it is only me who is having trouble with my baser instincts. In particular, my desire to pull her into my arms, crush her ruby lips under mine, caress her tantalizing breasts, suck on her pert nipples, and fuck her. Another reason for my retreat was to hide a growing bulge.
Did I catch her looking at my crotch before she raised her big innocent eyes and fixed them on my face? I can't tell. And is that sensual, surreptitious licking of her lips with her tongue a come-on, or an unconscious action? Her eyes reveal nothing; they are simply questioning, awaiting my answer, but they sparkle.
At that moment, a colleague, Andy, barges in and reminds me that we have a faculty meeting this morning. Apologizing to Melissa, I suggest that she comes back another time. Andy and I both watch as she leaves my office. Was that hip swing deliberately provocative?
"She's a firecracker! What a cute ass!" Andy exclaims.
I give a non-committal grunt, inwardly deploring his outspoken lechering and crudeness, although honest enough to admit that similar thoughts had occurred to me.
We head off to the faculty meeting.
CHAPTER: 2. Confession
"How was your day, babe?" I ask Liz when she picks me up after work.
"Not too bad, but I did have a sad case of a fifteen-year-old with a probable ectopic."
Liz's work as a doctor is so much more dramatic than mine. My day consists of giving lectures, attending meetings, and, if I'm lucky, some time to think about my research.Her day consists of breaking the news to someone that they have cancer, or fighting to ensure a baby is born safely. There is no comparison. Not that I'd swap for any money.
"Will she be all right?"
"Probably. We should be able to save her ovary and tube. How was your day, love?"
"Fine. Pretty normal, only I did have a boring faculty meeting this morning." I consider briefly whether or not to mention Melissa. Knowing Lizzy, I decide to tell her. "One highlight was this cute student who came to my office this morning."
"Oh yes?" There is a playful hint of suspicion in Liz's voice.
"Yes. She was wearing the tightest t-shirt over her full breasts you've ever seen," I exaggerate slightly. "She kept on giving me these seductive smiles, and she made sure she brushed her breasts across my arm."
Liz is wearing a mock frown. "Were her breasts as nice as mine?", she asks, taking a hand from the wheel to cup one of her beautiful breasts through her blouse.
"Mmm, let me see... you know, I can't remember what yours look like. Perhaps I ought to remind myself." I lean over to start to undo her buttons, but Liz slaps my hand away.
"Not while I'm driving, you maniac!"
I laugh. We've done some mad things while driving, but not on the short drive home from work in broad daylight.
"So," Liz continues her cross-examination, "did she make you hard?"
"Yes. I had to hide it on the way to the Faculty Office."
"Ahh, poor baby," Liz laughs.
Our easy-going attitude is built, not on a promiscuous philosophy or lifestyle, but on trust. There is no way either of us would be unfaithful to the other.
This morning I gave my First Years another lecture on set theory. I was acutely conscious of Melissa's piercing blue eyes upon me the whole time. However, I succeeded in ignoring her and not letting it interfere with the usual theatrical entertainment which I provide for them in a vain attempt to keep their interest for an hour. I couldn't help noticing, however, how beautiful she looked, her face framed in her delightful blonde locks. Melissa came up to me afterwards and contrived to press against me again as she reached over to pick up a copy of the question sheet I'd prepared for them. She was the only one who was this clumsy. I felt my cock harden slightly, but I couldn't prevent a pang of guilt at such a response when she looked up innocently at me and apologized for her clumsiness. Did she know my eyes were on her as she crossed the room? Was that roll of her hips natural, or was it put on for my benefit? If she was still a few years younger, she'd definitely be what they call "jail-bait". As it was, she was still dangerous enough.
Liaisons between students and staff are so frowned upon that it is dangerous to even think about forming one. Certain feminists on campus seem to have ESP for such thoughts.
Not, of course, that I was seriously considering anything. Liz is more than enough woman for me. But Melissa provokes certain fantasies, however much they are obviously going to have to remain as fantasies.
I successfully dismissed Melissa from my thoughts for the rest of the day, until, that is, she turned up in my office at six o'clock. I was still there as Liz was working late tonight. The hours that junior doctors work is criminal, especially given that one day it will be my life that a dead-tired doctor is looking after. Melissa knocked and entered.
I immediately noticed that she was dressed differently; she had swapped her t-shirt for a blouse and her jeans for a skirt. The blouse was not as tight as her t-shirt had been, but it was more sheer, promising, but not delivering, glimpses of paradise. Perhaps more importantly, its first few buttons were undone. Melissa wasn't indecent, but my imagination quickly made her so.
Remembering my position, I quickly brought the subject of set theory up, hoping that it would detract me from her sensual lips, the sweetness of which called out to be tasted. It soon transpired that she had been doing some background reading, and that her questions were more sophisticated today. I mentally harangued myself for ever thinking her motives were other than professional. Surely this industry put the matter beyond question?
Delighting in the attention of an interested and intelligent student, I soon found myself going beyond my lecture material and touching upon the Borel Hierarchy. Or was it that I kept talking so that I could remain in the presence of those blue eyes?
After a while, I noticed that Melissa was idly fiddling with a gold necklace, and that her toying had caused another button to slide undone. Unconsciously, while I continued talking, I stared at the start of the gentle swell of flesh that could now be seen. When I noticed what I was doing, I searched her face for an indication that she was toying with me as well, but found only innocent concentration. Liz must be right, my mind must be one-track.
However, Melissa's next actions caused me to question her motives all over again. She tucked one of her legs under her, in the process giving me a glimpse of her white thighs. Fidgeting, she managed to repeat this torture. Now, once could be an accident, but three times? Again her eyes twinkle with her natural vivacity, making it impossible to be sure if her innocence is true or only assumed, a cruel facade. A facade I'd love to tear down and expose, along with her breasts, which I have come to believe are braless under her blouse.
Of course, uncertainty prevents me from doing or saying anything. A wrong move could have her running screaming from my office, my career in ruins. My lusts are indeed "sickled over with the pale cast of thought" to a degree which even rivals Hamlet's tragic dithering. The ambiguity in the nature of his father's ghost was as nothing compared to the ambiguity of the nymph in my office. Is she the purest of angels, or the wickedest tease this side of hell? Scholar or wanton?
Any action in such circumstances is, of course, perilous. Moreover, I never trust my reasoning when my erection is throbbing like this. Hence, I continue talking about sets, while sex is all I can think about. I manage to keep going for a few minutes, until Melissa decides to stretch. The shifting, thrusting, and straining of her gentle breasts within, makes her blouse a magnet for my eyes, and my thoughts dissolve like the mist.
"Sorry, I'm getting a little tired," Melissa apologizes into my pause. "I still have a few questions however. Do you mind if I come back and ask you some more questions another time?"
It would take a stronger man than me to turn down such a request. "Of course not," I say, managing to keep all signs of arousal out of my voice. I hope.
As Melissa walks out the door, the apt phrase "She's a seven-sector call-out" from a favorite childhood science-fiction book springs to my mind. A beauty she certainly is, but is she also a saint or a witch?
My answer comes as she turns in the doorway, revealing her completely unbuttoned blouse and magical breasts. For a second, we are both frozen, and then she is gone. I rush to the door in time to see her hurrying down the corridor.
The wicked tease! | 4 |
424 | null | "I take after Dracula," Howell muttered. "Sunlight is hazardous to my health."
"Get out there, or...."
"I'm going, I'm going..." Howell staggered out the door.
Mrs. Howell put a cork in the bottle, and stashed it back in Thurston's cabinet. She sat down at her dressing table, and looked at herself in the mirror.
"Now. If the Professor and Gilligan were fooling around with Ginger and Mary Ann, and Thurston was passed out like he always is, then the only person who could have been with me was... the Captain." She winked at herself in the mirror.
"I do remember how sore I was the next morning. The Captain must be hung like my halfback." She turned in her chair, thinking aloud. "I've got to get some of that fruit."
Mary Ann was coming.
"Nnnnnnngggggghh!" she gasped, "Oooooooooohhhh!"
She shook her head from side to side, her fingers pinching her nipples, her pelvis tilting forward and back against Ginger's fingers, tongue and jaw.
Ginger sat back, lifting her head from Mary Ann's crotch, leaving her fingers inside her pussy.
Mary Ann collapsed against the sand. Ginger crawled up beside her, and lay her head on Mary Ann's breast. She kept her hand where it was. Mary Ann squeezed her legs together, holding Ginger's hand in place.
"Gosh, that was good," Mary Ann whispered. "Who needs men?"
"Men are good for some things, though."
"Yeah, somebody's got to open the pickle jars."
Ginger giggled. "On the other hand, there's nothing feels as good as a hard cock..."
"Well, try this," Mary Ann said, pushing Ginger over onto her back. She reached down and pushed Ginger's legs apart and slipped down between them.
The Skipper was collecting shellfish for supper. He was up to his knees in the water, bending over, fumbling through the sandy bottom for them.
Mrs. Howell had just strolled to the lagoon, and spotted him. She stood, admiring the view of the Skipper's rear end, imagining that she could see his sex organs hanging down under it.
"Yoo hoo, Captain!" Mrs. Howell called.
The Skipper straightened up, his hands full of shells. "Oh, hello, Mrs. Howell."
"Do you need some help with that?"
The Skipper looked at her. "In all the years we've been here on this island, this is the first time you've offered help."
As he said it, a sliver of a memory of one other time... no... that must have been a dream.
Lovey smiled at him. "There's a first time for everything."
She rolled up her pant legs, and waded out into the lagoon toward the Skipper. He moved toward her. When they reached each other, the Skipper handed her the shells he had collected, and turned back to get more.
She watched him bend over again, wanting to reach out and caress his bottom. She turned, reluctantly taking her eyes from his ass, and took the shells to shore.
The Professor held the flask to the light, swirling the clear juice. "Very nice," he said, turning to Gilligan.
They had mashed the fruits, and strained the juice using an improvised centrifuge. The fruits had produced a little over 30 cubic centimeters of juice.
"Why didn't you use all the fruit?" Gilligan asked, holding up the three remaining yellow globes.
"Simple," the Professor smiled. "Seeds."
"Oh." Gilligan set the fruits back on the Professor's lab table. "Oh! I get it. We can plant these and grow more."
The Professor nodded and smiled. "We're all ready for tonight."
Ginger looked down her body at the dark-haired Mary Ann, who had her face buried in Ginger's pussy.
"Oh gosh.... mmmmmmm," she moaned.
Mary Ann raised her eyes, looking up at Ginger, her lips fastened around Ginger's clit, her fingers inside her pussy.
Ginger raised up on her elbows, and threw her head back. Her body was shaking, and she rolled her pelvis against Mary Ann's mouth.
"Oh! Oh!" she gasped, "Yes.... yes.... yesssss"
Her body seemed to explode, a rolling wave of orgasm sweeping over her.
She collapsed to the sand. Mary Ann crawled up her body, kissing her way up Ginger's torso, pausing a moment at her breasts, then proceeding on to kiss her lips.
They lay together, wordlessly, exhausted on the sand.
The Skipper and Mrs. Howell carried the baskets of shellfish to the compound, setting it on the table in their cooking area. They looked around for Ginger or Mary Ann.
Not finding them, the Captain gathered some firewood to start a pot boiling to steam the shellfish.
"I'll be back after a while," Mrs. Howell said, gently.
The Skipper nodded, absently.
Mrs. Howell walked past her own hut, listening to hear Thurston mumbling to himself. He was back inside the hut again, probably drinking.
She walked quietly to the Professor's hut. She tapped at the door.
"Professor?"
There was no answer. She pushed the door open and crept inside. She looked around, and spotted the bright yellow fruits on the lab table. She slipped one of the fruits into her bra, between her breasts.
She slipped back out the door, and closed it behind her.
Ginger and Mary Ann walked into the 'kitchen'.
"Let us take over now, Skipper," Mary Ann smiled.
"Okay," he nodded, and wandered back toward the lagoon.
After supper that evening, Ginger and Mary Ann got up to fetch desert. The Professor nodded at Gilligan. He then picked up the pitcher and refilled all of their drinking cups. Gilligan distracted the others, while the Professor slipped some of his juice into Ginger and Mary Ann's cups.
The girls returned with another banana creme pie. The Professor and Gilligan smiled as they watched Mary Ann and Ginger drain their cups.
The Professor volunteered to help Mary Ann with the dishes. She looked at him with a strange expression on her face.
They cleared the table, and carried them to the washtub.
Mr. Howell yawned, and said "I think I need a drink." He got up and headed toward his hut.
"Thurston," Mrs. Howell said, then she got up and followed him to their hut.
Gilligan looked across the table at Ginger. She batted her eyes at him.
"Did you want to say something, Gilligan?" she asked.
"W-W-Would you like to take a walk?" Gilligan stammered.
"Why would I want to walk with you?" Ginger pried.
"There's something down at the beach I want to show you."
"Oh," Ginger smiled. "Well, okay then..."
Gilligan scrambled to his feet. Ginger got up gracefully. The two of them walked off toward the lagoon, leaving the Skipper alone at the table.
The Skipper sat there for several minutes, picking his teeth. Soon he began to hear a sound something like a moose with a head cold. Mr. Howell must have fallen asleep.
The Skipper smiled and shook his head. How could his wife have stood that all these years?
He turned around and leaned back against the table, his toothpick stuck in the corner of his mouth. He looked up at the starry sky.
"All I ask is a tall ship, and a star to steer her by," he muttered.
The door to the Howells' hut opened, and Lovey stepped out. She looked over to the table and spotted the Skipper. She strolled up and sat down beside him on the bench.
"He's unusually loud tonight," the Skipper commented.
"Yes."
They sat silently for a few minutes.
The Skipper looked up at the stars. While he was looking away, Lovey quietly slipped the yellow fruit out of her bra and put it into the fruit basket on the table.
The Professor and Mary Ann worked quietly, the Professor washing, Mary Ann drying the dishes. Every once in a while they would look at each other and smile.
The dishes finally done, the Professor dried his hands. He turned to Mary Ann.
"Would you like to take an after-dinner stroll?"
Her eyes sparkled in the moonlight. "Sure."
They walked together slowly down the path toward the sweetwater pool.
About halfway there, Mary Ann reached out and took his hand, and they strolled hand-in-hand to the pool.
Lovey cleared her throat. The Skipper looked over at her. She took a banana from the fruit basket.
"You're not going to let me eat alone, are you?" she asked.
The Skipper shook his head. He reached for the fruit basket, but Lovey took the yellow fruit from the basket and handed it to him.
His face lit up. "I thought these were all gone!" He bit into it.
Lovey smiled. She took the entire peeling off the banana, slowly and deliberately.
The Skipper took another bite.
Lovey nibbled one end of the peeled banana.
Gilligan and Ginger reached the lagoon. He picked up a few shells on the beach and began to skip them into the surf.
Ginger watched for a few minutes, then said, "Is this what you brought me here to see?"
Nervously, Gilligan turned to face her. "No.... ummm..."
He stepped up closer to her. He stood, nervously shifting from foot to foot.
She batted her eyes at him. "Yes, Gilligan?"
Finally, he leaned forward quickly and kissed her, a quick peck on the lips.
He stepped back, half expecting her to slap him. She reached out and took his head between her hands, and pulled it toward her, planting a kiss on him that would melt steel.
Mary Ann and the Professor reached the sweetwater pool. The moon reflected off the pool and the shimmering waterfall.
They turned to face each other, and the Professor wrapped his arms around her. She melted in his arms, tilting her head back. He kissed her tenatively, then with more passion, and she returned the kiss.
Lovey wrapped her lips around the banana, drawing it into her mouth sensually.
The Skipper's jaw dropped, and he stared, watching her fellate the banana.
The Professor dropped to his knees in front of Mary Ann, and untied the knot in her blouse. It dropped open, revealing her lovely, firm breasts and dark brown nipples.
He took first one, then the other nipple between his lips, tickling the tip of each with his tongue and sucking gently.
She ran her fingers through his hair, her head tilted back, her eyes closed.
Ginger dropped her hands to Gilligan's waist, and untied his drawstring pants. They fell to the sand.
She wrapped her fingers around his erection, and whispered in his ear, "Is this what you brought me here to see?"
Gilligan gulped, and nodded.
Ginger dropped to her knees and sat back on her heels. She turned his dick to the left, to the right, then up and down, examining it from all angles.
She looked up and smiled. "Gilligan, I think it's a penis."
Lovey finished her banana, the Skipper still staring, his hands shaking.
She reached across the table and gripped his hand.
"Come on," she whispered.
"M-m-mrs. H-h-howell," he stammered.
"Lovey... please," she smiled.
"I-I-I don't think that..."
"Shhhh," she whispered. "Don't worry about Thurston. Listen. You can still hear him snore.She stood up and pulled the Skipper to his feet, and led him down the pathway into the jungle.
Ginger wrapped her lips around the end of Gilligan's cock, swirling her tongue around his cockhead.
Gilligan moaned, unconsciously bucking his hips, pushing his penis further into her mouth.
"Easy, now, Gilligan," she said, gripping him firmly. She applied her lips and tongue to his cock again, cupping his balls with one hand, a firm grip on his shaft with the other.
Mary Ann moaned softly as the Professor kissed his way down her belly, pushing his tongue into her navel. His hands worked gently at her shorts, unbuttoning them. They slid down her legs, and she stepped out of them. She dropped her open blouse off her shoulders and stood naked in the moonlight. The Professor sat back on his heels, looking at her.
She turned, slowly. "Like what you see?"
"Prettiest girl on the island."
"Hummph. That's not saying much."
"Prettiest girl I've ever seen."
"That's better." She leaned over and kissed his lips. "Now it's your turn. Stand up."
He scrambled to his feet. Mary Ann unbuttoned his shirt, and slipped it back over his shoulders. She ran her hands down his hairless chest and down his belly. She unfastened his trousers, and let them drop. Then she pulled his boxer shorts down over his ass, and they joined his other clothing on the ground. He stepped out of his shoes as he freed his feet from his pants, his penis erect and throbbing.
"Last one in's a rotten egg," she said, and dashed for the pool.
The Professor wasn't far behind her. They hit the water at the same time, splashing into the cold water. They dove down, kissing under water, then broke the surface in an embrace, their feet just touching bottom as their heads bobbed at the surface. They held each other tightly.
Gilligan tugged off his shirt and cap, and stepped out of his pants.
Ginger stood up and turned around.
"Unzip me," she said.
Gilligan fumbled for the zipper pull, then worked it slowly down her back. The dress opened up, revealing her bare back -- no bra straps. The zipper ended just at the crack of her ass.
She shrugged out of the dress facing away from her, and let it drop slowly.
Gilligan stared at her ass, so round, so firm, so fully packed. He reached out and caressed it, gently, his hands shaking.
Mary Ann wrapped her legs around the Professor's hips, clinging to him in the water. As they kissed, she worked herself up him, until the tip of his penis was just at the entrance to her pussy. She lowered herself on him, taking his thick cock fully inside her.
The Professor stood in the water, marveling at how the differential in ambient temperature between the aqua pura and Mary Ann's internal vaginal temperature... What the hell... the cold water made her cunt feel even hotter.
He gripped her tighter.
Lovey and the Skipper found a small clearing in the jungle and sat down.
Lovey wrapped her arms around the Skipper's neck and kissed him gently on the lips.
He hesitated a moment, then returned the kiss. She opened her mouth, and his tongue danced inside.
She slid over into his lap, running one hand over his barrel chest, outside his shirt.
Ginger turned around, giving Gilligan a good look at her firm, pink-nippled breasts, and the red-haired patch below. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him again.
They sank to their knees on the sandy beach. She pushed Gilligan backwards, and he lay on his back. She moved quickly into a sixty-nine position on top of him, lowering her pussy over his face, as she drew his penis between her lips.
Gilligan dove in greedily, fastening his lips around her clit, stroking it with his tongue. He reached up, grabbing the white globes of her asscheeks, clinging to them as she moved sensually.
She took his full length into her mouth, deep-throating him. Gilligan moaned.
Mary Ann and the Professor worked their way back to the edge of the pool, and the Professor climbed out, Mary Ann still wrapped around him.
He staggered a few feet, his cock firmly held inside her pussy. He dropped to his knees, and gently lowered her to the ground.
She released her grip on his hips, and he began to take slow, deep strokes.
She met each stroke with a tilt of her pelvis, rubbing her clit against his shaft.
Lovey unbuttoned her blouse, letting it drop off her shoulders. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra, and shrugged out of it.
She grasped the Skipper's shaking hands, and placed them on her breasts. His fingers found her nipples, and as he twisted them between his fingers, she kissed his lips again.
She pushed him gently backwards, until he lay on the soft grass. She knelt between his legs, and unfastened his pants. She reached inside, and wrapped her fingers around his growing penis. Her fingers did not reach all the way around it.
He lifted his hips, and she slid his pants down, and maneuvering around, managed to get them down his legs and off, taking his shoes with them. She knelt again between his legs, and licked his penis, which was too big to take into her mouth. She cupped his balls in one hand, gently massaging them as she worked over his huge cockhead with her lips and tongue.
Ginger's body shook as she neared orgasm. Gilligan was nothing if not diligent in his efforts at her clit. She sat back a little, pressing her cunt against his jaw and tongue, keeping a firm grip on his penis.
She started to come, her orgasm beginning at her clit, radiating through her body in a warm rush.
As her contractions ended, she slid off his face, and turned to kiss his lips, tasting her own juices on his mouth.
The Professor rolled over onto his back, pulling Mary Ann over on top of him. She sat up, impaling herself on his cock. She sat there, making small circles, rubbing her clit against his pubic bone and base of his cock.
She could feel little contractions beginning in her pussy, and reached down to stroke her clit. He pushed her hands aside, and using his thumbs, made circular motions over her clit.
Mary Ann tilted her head back, her eyes closed, her breasts thrust forward, a lovely sight for the Professor.
Her cunt clamped down on him as she climaxed, her body quivering with the force of her orgasm.
Lovey stood up and unfastened her skirt, allowing it to drop to the ground. As the Skipper watched interestedly, she turned, and pulled her panties down over her ass, giving him a view not only of her asshole but a good look at her pussy.
Now naked, she turned again towards him, stepping over his legs, and squatting over his hips. His huge cock stood up in front of her dark pubic hair. She wrapped both hands around his cock, and stroked gently, as he reached up to tweak her nipples with his fingers.
She raised herself up and forward, guiding his penis to the entrance to her cunt. She lowered herself, breathing deeply as his cockhead forced her cuntlips aside, pushing slowly inside her.
Mary Ann began to move again, pushing herself up and down with her legs.
The Professor reached up and took hold of her breasts, rolling her erect nipples with his thumbs.
He neared orgasm. He moved his hands from her breasts to her shoulders, and pulled her on top of him. He kissed her lips, as his balls exploded, pumping spurt after spurt into her hot, waiting pussy.
Ginger lay back on the sand. Gilligan scrambled up between her legs, and kissed his way up her body, pausing briefly to suck on her pink nipples.
She pulled him to her, and kissed his mouth, her tongue slipping through their lips. She reached down and guided his cock into her dripping pussy.
He began slow, easy strokes, her legs wrapped around his, her feet just behind his knees.
Gilligan neared orgasm, and pushed himself deeply into Ginger's cunt.
Ginger slid her legs up around his hips, holding him inside her as he started to ejaculate.
He collapsed on top of her and they breathed heavily together.
The Skipper was breathing heavily, too, as Lovey continued to lower herself on his huge shaft.
Lovey moaned softly, allowing her body to adjust to the Skipper's size.
She was lubricating freely, which was making it easier for the Skipper's cock to slide inside her.
She reached the bottom of his shaft. She sat still a moment, savoring the sensation of being completely filled up. He _was_ the size of her fullback in college, and that brought back some lovely memories.
The Skipper was caressing her breasts, rolling his thumbs over her nipples. She tilted her head back, arching her back, pressing her tits into his hands. She reached down and stroked her clit, pressing it between her fingers and his penis. She shivered with pleasure.
She raised herself just a bit, allowing the Skipper's cock to slide out about two inches, then lowered herself again. The movement was getting easier. She did it again, and again, picking up a little speed, holding her clit against his penis.
"Nnnnngh," the Skipper moaned, and clasped at her.
He began to come; there was no room inside her, so it gushed around his cock and ran down into his pubic hair.
She continued to work herself up and down his shaft, nearing orgasm herself. As the Skipper's cock softened, and with the extra lubrication of his come, she picked up some speed.
The contractions came suddenly, squeezing against his cock, shaking her body. She collapsed forward, with him still inside her, and lay on his barrel chest.
The Professor and Mary Ann took another dip in the pool, rinsing each other off with giggles and tender touches. They got dressed, and headed back to the compound.
Ginger and Gilligan also arose, and dashed hand-in-hand into the surf in the lagoon to rinse off the sand, then they too dressed and headed 'home'.
The four of them arrived at the girls' hut at the same time. With knowing glances at each other, the two couples kissed again good-night. The two girls headed into their hut.
The Professor put his arm around Gilligan's shoulder. "So how did it go?"
"It didn't go," Giligan grinned. "It came."
The Professor chuckled. They headed back to their huts.
Lovey reluctantly removed herself from the Skipper's cock; even in its flaccid state it was a sizable organ.
She recovered her clothing, slipping into her blouse and skirt, tucking her bra and panties into her pocket. The Skipper arose, and tugged on his trousers and shoes.
They walked hand in hand almost to the compound, dropping this last physical contact when they approached the clearing, in case anyone was still up to see them.
They needn't have bothered; there was no one in the compound, and the only sound was the buzz-saw roar of Thurston Howell's snores.
The Skipper walked her to the door of her hut.
"Good-night, sweet Captain," she whispered.
She kissed him quickly, and slipped through the hut door.
The Skipper sauntered back to his hut. He noted that Gilligan was already in the top hammock, and he rolled into the lower one. As he pulled the blankets up under his chin, he felt suddenly dizzy; then he fell into a deep sleep.
Lovey changed into her nightgown, using a hand towel to wipe away most of the Skipper's semen.
She slipped into the bed, listened for a moment to the roar of the buzz saw, then reached over for the soft gum earplugs.
Thurston was cuddled up with his teddy bear.
"He couldn't care less if I was here or not," she muttered. She lay back against the pillow, thinking about the Captain's penis.
Morning.
The seven castaways headed for the outhouses and the sweetwater pool for their morning cleanup.
The Professor and Mary Ann passed each other on the path. "Good morning, Roy," Mary Ann said, smiling.
"'Morning," the Professor smiled back.
She took his hand and leaned forward to kiss him lightly. "Thanks for last night," she whispered. "It was great!" She continued toward the pool.
The Professor was staggered; the juice was supposed to work on her memory...
Gilligan was just coming out of the outhouse as Ginger approached. She slipped one hand under Gilligan's balls and kissed him lightly on the cheek. "Hi, Stud Muffin!"
"H-h-hello!" Gilligan stammered and stumbled.
She moved past him into the outhouse and closed the door. Gilligan ran toward the other outhouse, where the Professor was just emerging.
"It didn't work," he gasped.
"What are you talking about?"
"Ginger remembered! The juice didn't work!"
"Of course it worked... You got laid, didn't you?" The Professor smiled.
"Maybe it's better this way, anyhow."
"Why's that?"
"This way we can make love with the girls any time we want. We don't have to rely on the fruit."
"Oh, yeah." Gilligan smiled. "Right."
They walked up the path to join the others at the pool.
Lovey watched the others as they played together in the water. It was obvious that the younger folks were getting to know each other as lovers.
Her eyes widened as she thought, "They remember! They weren't supposed to remember!"
The Skipper arrived at the pool. "Good morning, Mrs. Howell."
"Good morning, Captain," she smiled. "And how did you sleep last night?"
"I went to bed right after supper," he said, "and I slept like a baby all night."
Lovey heaved a sigh of relief. He didn't remember! She puzzled over it in her mind, until she came to a sudden realization. It's not the juice of the fruit that works, it's the pulp!
She would have to talk to the Professor about that... someday.Gilligan was crouching in the bushes, peering through the foliage, as Ginger waded into the sweetwater pool under the waterfall. Her back was toward him as she moved under the waterfall. He saw her drop her clothing and caught a glimpse of her bare ass before it was covered with the white water. "C'mon, Ginger, turn around," he whispered. "Turn around..." He reached down into his pants and gripped his penis, already erect. He pulled it out and stroked it, watching the shadowy image of Ginger's naked bottom through the flowing water. Ginger turned around under the waterfall, and stuck her head through the flow. "Gilligan!" she shouted. "Get your ass over here right now!" Gilligan stood up and ran down to the pool. He pulled off his clothes and waded to the waterfall. Ginger reached through the flow of water and grabbed his hand, pulling him under the falls to the little alcove underneath. Ginger wrapped her arms around him, drawing him into a passionate kiss, rubbing her wet, naked body against him. She reached down and grabbed his penis, stroking its length. She lowered herself in the water, pulling him down on top of her. Gilligan kissed her breasts, as she guided his cock to the entrance to her pussy. He pressed it inside her, and she moaned with pleasure, taking his full length easily. He began slow, easy strokes, the resistance of the water making his movements easier and slower. Ginger's clit pressed against the base of his cock with each stroke, and she gasped every time he pressed against it. "Oh, gosh," she whispered, "I'm coming..." Her pussy grabbed at his cock as her body shook, with a warm glow flowing from her pussy though the rest of her body. Gilligan pumped twice more, and with the pressure from her orgasmic pussy, he began to ejaculate inside her. He kissed her lips, as they caught their breath. They stood up, finally. Ginger picked up her bar of coconut-butter soap, and they lathered each other up, giggling and laughing. Roy Hinkley, "The Professor", was making his bed. Literally making his bed. He had gathered some nice pieces of bamboo, and was busily making a double-sized bed. Whistling as he worked, he was also trying to decide just how to approach Mary Ann about moving in with him. Making love in the moonlight in the great outdoors was great, but the rainy season was approaching. The Skipper was whistling, too, as he cast his fishing line into the surf. He waited for a nibble, holding the fishing rod braced against his belly. A strange, yet familiar voice sounded behind him. "Welcome to Sherwood." He turned to see a man all in green perched on a fallen treetrunk. He was carrying a huge bow, and a quiver of arrows on his back. He blinked twice, almost dropping his fishing rod. "Robin Hood?" "None other," the man in green said, grinning. "You look very familiar. Are you not the son of one of my merry men?" "No," the Skipper shook his head. "Not that I know of." "Strange," Robin said. He looked at the Skipper's fishing rod. "Fishing? Is there no game in the forest?" "Not that we've been able to find," the Skipper said. "How did you get here? Are you our rescue?" "Rescue? From Sherwood?" "This is NOT Sherwood. It's an island in the South Pacific." The Skipper reeled in his line and set the fishing rod aside. "South... Pacific? It looks like Sherwood..." Robin turned and looked around. "But then again..." "Believe me," the Skipper said, "it's not England. Do you have a boat?" Robin shook his head. "A plane? A helicopter?" Robin shook his head. Suddenly, he stood still. "Hark!" "What is it..." Robin placed a hand over the Skipper's mouth, silencing him. "A deer!" he whispered, "A fine stag to make a man's dinner." He nocked an arrow into the bow, and climbed over the fallen tree and into the jungle. Moments later, Mr. Howell walked out of the jungle onto the beach. The Skipper was staring into the jungle. "Captain..." "Did you see him?" "See who?" Howell frowned. "Robin Hood." "Captain, have you been raiding my liquor cabinet?" Mary Ann looked around the hut at her few meager possessions. She sat down on the cot, considering how quickly she could pack them all away if the Professor asked her the question she wanted him to ask. Five minutes, maybe less. "But what about Ginger? Would she be all alone in this hut if I moved in with the Professor? Or would Gilligan move in here with her?" she thought. "And that would leave the Skipper alone... oh, my... how complicated." Ginger walked in, wrapped in her towel. She had been to the waterfall again. And from the glow in her face, it looked like she had been there with someone. "Talking to yourself again?" Ginger grinned. "Was I?" Mary Ann blushed. "I've been doing a lot of thinking." "About the Professor?" Ginger sat on the other cot, facing her. "Has he asked you yet?" Mary Ann shook her head. Ginger reached over and took her hand. "He will. Don't worry." Ginger looked into Mary Ann's eyes. "And if he does, do it. Don't worry about me." Mary Ann reached out and took Ginger into her arms. "Thanks." Ginger's towel fell away. "In the meantime,..." she cooed. Gilligan sat down on a log near a clearing in the jungle. He sat in a position like Rodin's "The Thinker", his chin resting on his fist, his elbow on his knee. He was considering his relationship with Ginger. He loved her, he really did. Or was it just lust? Did he want to live the rest of his life with her, or was it that she was available, and here, and ... His vision blurred, and he blinked. Next to him on the log was a golden-haired fellow, about his same age. He blinked again. The fellow was still there. "Hi, Maynard, old buddy." The golden-haired fellow grinned. Gilligan sat up. "Maynard?" "Hey, where's your goatee?" Gilligan rubbed his chin. "What's wrong, Maynard?" "My name is Gilligan. Who are you?" "You mean you don't recognize your oldest friend? It's Dobie" The fellow laughed. "And you're Maynard." "Gilligan," he said. "My name is Gilligan." "It's Maynard, and I'll prove it. Watch this... 'work'" A shiver ran up Gilligan's spine. He shook it off. "See there," Dobie said. "You're Maynard." Gilligan shook his head. "Well, whatever, old buddy," Dobie grinned. "What's on your mind?" "Ummm," Gilligan squirmed. "I guess I can tell you since you're imaginary." "Who's imaginary?" Dobie grinned. "Que pasa?" "It's a girl," Gilligan said. "I figured that," Dobie smiled. "Why else would I be here?" "I'm not sure what I feel for her. Is it love or is it lust?" "Does it matter?" Gilligan looked at him. "Of course it matters." "Okay. Do you want to be with her even when you've got your clothes on?" "Yeah." "Then it's probably love. Go for it." Gilligan glanced away. "Go for it?" There was silence. He looked back, and Dobie was gone. He sat there a moment longer. "Go for it...." Lovey Howell adjusted her makeup in the small mirror. She had managed to get Thurston out of the hut for a while, anyway. He needed to get some fresh air, and away from the liquor cabinet for a few hours. She adjusted her clothing; it was getting a bit tattered with the years of wear. Thank goodness she had brought all of the trunks she had; she pitied the poor younger girls who only had a few outfits. And the Captain and Gilligan had only one set of clothes, since they had expected to be home that night so long ago. When they wore out their clothes, I guess they'd have to go naked... Thinking of the Captain naked brought a sly grin to her face. That might not be so bad after all. She headed out the door toward the Professor's hut. She needed to talk with him about the fruits. The Professor tied the last knots, and slid the double-sized bed towards the wall. He had to adjust the position of his lab-table and trunk, but it all fit. At least he didn't have to rebuild the hut. He stood back and admired his work, thinking about the workout he wanted to give it. There was a tap at the door. "Professor?" It was Mrs. Howell. He invited her in. She sat in his 'relaxing' chair, and he perched on his lab stool. "What can I help you with?" "This is rather awkward, Professor," she said, almost blushing. "Go ahead. We're all friends here," the Professor smiled. "It's about those yellow fruits Gilligan found last week." The Professor paused. "Yes? What about them?" "I know what they do, Professor," she said, almost blushing. "And I want to grow some more." "Oh?" The Professor squirmed on his stool. "Are you and Mr. Howell having ...problems?" "Yes..." Lovey lied. "That's it exactly." The Professor reached over and picked up the two remaining fruits from his lab table. They had softened, and were giving off a sour fragrance. "That's funny," he said, "I thought there were three." Mrs. Howell grimaced. The Professor handed them to her. He opened his botany book, and read from the page describing the fruit. "Looks like it should be planted in sandy soil, near a tree where the vine can climb. That's all the information I have." He closed the book. "I can't guarantee they'll grow, and I have no idea when the vines will bear fruit." "I understand, Professor," she said, smiling. "Thank you." "You're very welcome. I hope the problems work out." Lovey went into the jungle, looking for likely spots to plant her seeds. She found two trees close to the pathway that looked hopeful. She dug a shallow hole next to each tree, and placed the rotting fruits in them, covering the hole. She kissed her fingers, then the soil. "Grow, please grow," she whispered. Thurston Howell walked along the beach. "Damn this island," he said aloud. "Damn this beach, damn this ocean, damn these waves, damn..." He was so distracted by his tirade that he nearly fell over the barrel. He kicked it. It didn't move, and he hurt his foot. He hopped around on his good foot, holding the hurt one. He sat on the barrel, which was lying on the sand. He massaged his toes, muttering, "and damn this barrel." As he worked on his sore toes, he looked down at the barrel. Stenciled on the side of the barrel was the name "Inverness." He looked up at the sky. "If there's a god in heaven, let this be full." He got up and pushed at the barrel. It was very heavy, it had SOMETHING inside. He pushed harder, and the barrel rolled over, exposing the bung. It was intact. "Praise the gods!" he shouted, then clamped his hands over his mouth. He looked around. "I've got to find Gilligan," he muttered. Mary Ann and Ginger were in a sixty-nine position, with Ginger on top. Ginger's lips were locked around Mary Ann's clit, her tongue dancing around the tip of the sensitive nubbin. Mary Ann had her hands around the cheeks of Ginger's ass, her fingertips brushing her asshole. Mary Ann's tongue was stroking over Ginger's clit, her concentration on her nearing orgasm. Her body began to quiver under Ginger's ministrations. Ginger's fingers slid into Mary Ann's cunnie, pressing upward against her g-spot. Mary Ann's body tried to levitate, as an explosive orgasm shook her body. As her contractions slowed, she again applied herself to Ginger's pussy, sucking hungrily on her clit. Her fingertips approached Ginger's asshole again, and slowly, Mary Ann slid her middle finger into Ginger's ass. "Mmmmmmmmm," Ginger moaned, "Oh, yes." With her other hand, Mary Ann slipped two fingers into Ginger's pussy. Ginger raised up, pushing back against Mary Ann's hands and mouth. "Yes... yes, that's it," she gasped, "Oh yes..." Her body began to quiver, and a gush of cunt honey ran down Mary Ann's face. Ginger's orgasm shook the bed, as Mary Ann slowed her tonguing of Ginger's clit. Ginger got up slowly and turned around, and lay beside Mary Ann in the narrow cot. Gilligan was sitting at the table in the compound, contemplating the basket of fruit. Which one was he least tired of? Mrs. Howell approached the compound. "Gilligan, there's something I want you to do for me." "What's that, Mrs. Howell?" "Do you think you could find any more of that yellow fruit?" Gilligan goggled at her for a moment, but remembered that she couldn't possibly know what it was good for. "I'll try, Mrs. Howell," he nodded. "Thank you." She headed for her hut. At that moment, Mr. Howell came running up the path from the beach. "Gilligan, dear boy. Just the man I was looking for..." "What do you want me to do?" sighed Gilligan. Howell looked back toward his hut. Lovey had gone inside. He dropped his voice to a whisper. "I've made a wonderful find on the beach, and I need your help." "What did you find?" Gilligan asked, in a normal voice. "Shhhhh...." hissed Howell. "Keep your voice down." "Okay," whispered Gilligan, "what did you find?" "A whole barrel of Inverness Scotch." "A whole barrel?" Gilligan's voice rose to a normal level again. "Shhhhh!" Howell hissed again. "Sorry," whispered Gilligan. "Come with me. I need to roll it up away from the tide, and I'll need help to get it open." The Skipper landed his catch; a very nice, big fish. As he pulled it up the beach, he glanced at the jungle, half expecting Robin Hood, or Tarzan, or some other character to come popping out. But nobody did. He pulled out his knife, and started cleaning the fish. The Professor strolled over to the girls' hut, and tapped on the door. "Anybody home?" "Just a minute," Ginger's voice sounded from inside. The Professor heard some scrambling around. Ginger jumped up, and grabbed a dress, slipping it over her head and zipping it up. Mary Ann retrieved her shorts and slipped them on, and buttoned her blouse. Ginger went to the door. "Hi, Professor." She batted her eyes at him. "I was just coming... er, going." She walked out the door, winking at Mary Ann. "Come on in, Roy." Mary Ann sat on the edge of the bed. The Professor sat down next to her, and took her hand. "Mary Ann... I want to ask... " "Yes," she said, smiling. "You didn't know what I want to ask." "Yes I do, and I do." She kissed him."Give me five minutes to pack up."
She finished in four. The Professor picked up her little bag, and they
walked hand-in-hand to his hut.
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Gilligan and Mr. Howell rolled the barrel up the beach to the edge of the
jungle. They tipped it up on end to keep it from rolling back down to the
water.
"I don't think the tide gets this high," Gilligan observed.
"Good. Now, how to open it."
Gilligan smiled and picked up the tool box. "I know how to open barrels."
He took out the hammer, and took aim at the top.
"Wait! NO!" Howell shouted, and grabbed the hammer. "If you break the top,
we can't close it back up!" He leaned over and looked in the tool box. He
picked up a brace and bit.
"Now, this will make a small hole that we can plug up." He set the tip of
the bit on the top of the barrel-end, and Gilligan started to turn the
brace.
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The Skipper wrapped his fish filets in a sailcloth towel, and headed to the
compound. Suspiciously, he looked all around him as he walked, half
expecting to be accosted by some imaginary character.
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The hole was bored through. Gilligan pulled out the bit, and Howell leaned
over to sniff the contents.
"Heavenly," Howell sighed. "It's Scotch, all right." Then he frowned.
"But how do we get it out of the barrel?"
"I could still smash the top," suggested Gilligan.
Howell just frowned at him.
"The Professor uses a kind of vine for tubing in his lab. Maybe we could
find some."
"Good idea. Go look for some. I'll just sniff for a while."
Gilligan dashed into the jungle. He was looking for the vine that the
Professor used, but a flash of yellow caught his eye. He stopped and
looked closer. It was another vine-full of yellow fruits, just like the
ones he found before!
He marked the place in his mind, and went looking for the tubing-vine. He
found some, and pulled it down. Using his pocket knife, he cut off the
leaves from a length of it, and took it back to Howell.
Howell was standing over the barrel, his nose pressed against the hole.
"So near and yet so far," he sighed.
Gilligan handed him the vine, and Howell lowered one end into the barrel.
He placed the other end between his lips and sucked.
"Like drinking through a straw," Gilligan noted.
The fluid finally reached Howell's mouth. He filled his mouth, then
pinched the end of the vine. He swirled the liquid around his mouth, then
swallowed.
"Ambrosia," he said, "Nectar!" He raised his eyes to the sky. "Thank
you!"
"You're welcome," said Gilligan.
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Ginger walked toward the compound table, just as the Skipper brought up his
load of fish.
"I'll take that, Skipper," she said, and he handed over his bundle.
"Thanks, Ginger." He stopped to wipe his brow, and said, "I'm going to go
up to the waterfall and wash up."
He started up the path to the sweetwater pool. Ginger took the fish over
by the fireplace, and added some wood to the coals still smouldering there.
Flames started to appear around the new wood.
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"Gilligan, dear boy, go back to my hut and get a couple of empty bottles,"
Howell said, sipping from his straw.
"Sure, Mr. Howell."
"Oh... If Lovey is there, don't let her see you."
"Okay." Gilligan started back toward the compound, but remembered the
fruits. He doubled back into the jungle and located the vine. He picked
three of the yellow fruits, and rolled them up in his shirt. Then he
headed back toward the compound.
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The Professor and Mary Ann entered his hut... their hut. The Professor led
her over to show her the new bed.
"Oh, Roy," she said, "you expected me to say yes!"
The Professor nodded.
She wrapped her arms around his neck. "Let's break it in," she whispered,
huskily.
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Gilligan ran into the compound and looked around for Mrs. Howell. Not
seeing her, he tapped on their door. "Mrs. Howell?"
"Yes, Gilligan dear?" She opened the door.
"I found some," he said, breathlessly. He unrolled his shirt, and handed
her the three fruits.
"Oh, thank you, dear boy!" She took one and sniffed it. "Smells
delicious!"
"Ummm," Gilligan shifted from foot to foot. "Mrs. Howell, Mr. Howell sent
me for a couple of his empty bottles. But I wasn't supposed to tell you."
Lovey frowned slightly, but she was delighted to have the fruits. "Of
course you can have his empties." She stepped away from the door and let
Gilligan inside. "They're over there in the cabinet."
Gilligan stepped over and opened the door. There were several bottles of
different-colored fermented fruit juices, and several empties. He picked
up two of the empty bottles.
"Thanks," Gilligan said, clutching the bottles.
"Thank YOU, Gilligan," she said, clasping the fruits to her chest.
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The Professor unbuttoned Mary Ann's blouse, and peeled it back over her
shoulders. He caressed the smooth globes of her breasts, their dark brown
nipples popping up like rubber erasers under his fingers.
She moaned, and kissed his neck.
His hands moved farther down, and unfastened her shorts, dropping them to
her feet, where she stepped out of them, along with her shoes.
She reached up and unbuttoned his shirt, running her fingers down his
hairless chest. She dropped her hands down to his pants, unfastening them,
and they joined Mary Ann's on the floor. He stepped out of his shoes.
Mary Ann sank down into the bed, and lay on her back. She lifted her
knees, extending her arms towards the Professor. He climbed into the bed,
slipping up between her thighs.
He ran his hands over her legs, and up her sides to her breasts, tweaking
her nipples again. Then back down, running his fingers through her dark
pubic hair to the warm wet place below.
His thumb found her clit, warm and erect under its tiny hood. She gasped
as his thumb brushed over it.
The fingers of his other hand parted her labia, and he could see the moist
pinkness within. He slipped a finger inside her, and she gripped it with
her vaginal muscles.
He bent down and touched her clit with his tongue. It felt hot, and he
rolled his tongue over it.
Mary Ann gasped and reached for his head, running her fingers into his
hair.
He moved his tongue down further, sliding down the slippery skin past her
pisshole, plunging his tongue as deeply as he could into her pussy.
She wiggled her hips, running her fingers over his head.
He moved back up to her clit, sliding his tongue, around and over her clit.
He fastened his lips around her clit, sucking gently, brushing her clit
with the tip of his tongue. She gripped his hair, holding him in place.
"OoooooOOOOOooooOOOOOOOoooooohhhhhh!" she moaned, thrashing her head from
side to side.
The Professor raised his head, and as Mary Ann released her grip on his
hair, he slid up her body, to kiss her waiting lips. His cock poised on
its own at the entrance to her cunt, the cockhead parting her labia, and
sliding to its full length inside her.
"Ummmmmmph" moaned Mary Ann into the Professor's mouth. Her clit pressed
against the base of his cock, as she tilted her pelvis back. Her vaginal
muscles clamped around his penis, holding him in place.
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Mrs. Howell walked around to the "kitchen", where Ginger was stirring the
hot coals, ready to place the fish filets on the grill.
"Do you know where the Captain is?" Mrs. Howell asked.
"He said he was going up to take a shower in the waterfall," Ginger said. | 4 |
446 | The Wife's Sister | "Of all the two-bit sluts in this world who could come on to me like that, why did it have to be her?" Michael asked himself bitterly. "Hey, sounds like a Bogart line out of `Casablanca'," he mused.
Michael was half-heartedly watching a hockey game on the small black-and-white TV that stood in the corner of the chalet they were renting on the slopes near Boulder. As the dwindling twilight further darkened the overcast skies, a windy snowstorm continued howling outside the tiny living room's balcony doors. Embers from a warm fire were still glowing in the fireplace. He took another pull of whisky and considered his options.
If he went to bed with his sister-in-law, he would have to tell his wife. He was certain that no affair could ever remain discreet; secrecy in infidelities and so-called casual affairs was a big myth. His marriage would probably survive an affair, but his relationship with his wife would never be the same. The long-term pain there would be costly.
Sex would also ruin his friendship with his sister-in-law. Michael *liked* Deloris. She was good people and fun to be around. She had interesting and valuable insights into travel, culture, and even psychology. Since she was a medical doctor, she was forever telling stories about patients, health issues, and society. Fucking would probably ruin all the fun he had talking to her and being around her and her husband.
Michael definitely did not mind hurting Deloris' husband; John was a real jerk. Clinically, he suffered from PE, but worse than the physical manifestations of John's problem was his callous lack of any sexual empathy. John really didn't care if Deloris had an orgasm or not. Sex between Deloris and her husband consisted of John's selfishly playing with her breasts until he was erect, some hasty fumbling around, and finally ejaculation within two minutes of penetration. For John, sex was simply getting his rocks off. Having absolutely no amorous experience before marrying John, Deloris had discussed her problems with her sister. Michael wondered if his wife's descriptions of their own lovemaking had influenced Deloris in any way. "Probably," he thought.
Michael turned the volume down on the TV, put a fresh log on the fire, and knocked back the rest of his whisky. Still thinking about Deloris, he stared into the fire and stoked the new log absentmindedly. Then he started looking at the CDs scattered on top of the stereo system. Giggles floated out of the kitchen as the two sisters exchanged gossip and caught up on each others' lives. After glancing at all the titles, he settled on Dire Straits' "brothers in arms," loaded it in the player, and went to the kitchen.
It was Michael's wife Gina's turn to do the dinner dishes, and Deloris was standing around watching. As the opening notes of "So Far Away From Me" glided through the little chalet, Michael walked into the kitchen, tapped Deloris on the shoulder and said "Let's dance." Deloris giggled, followed him out of the kitchen, and melted sensuously into his embrace. She concentrated carefully on following his adept fox-trot. Ballroom dancing was another aspect missing from Deloris' married life, and she was thrilled at the opportunity to dance.
After only a few seconds, Gina came out of the kitchen, her hands dripping suds, scrutinizing the dancing pair jealously. Michael swung Deloris in a pirouette, stepped away and embraced his wife. They danced a few steps, exchanging loving stares, then she pushed him away and went back in the kitchen to finish the dishes. Deloris and Michael picked up the rhythm and finished their dance, holding each other closely and flowing seductively to the music.
The feel of Deloris' soft, voluptuous breasts against him made Michael grow hard; his hot cock started pressing against his pants. The fox-trot they were dancing caused his cock to brush often against Deloris' legs during their dance. Embarrassed, they avoided each other's eyes. As the music faded away, Michael held her close to him and their eyes met.
"I'll come visit you tonight," he whispered huskily. His breathing was shallow and his heart was pounding with animal lust.Their relaxed, comfortable coitus lasted only fifteen more minutes before Gina once again started to buck and shudder. As her climax washed over her, Michael had trouble just keeping his cock inside her cunt. When she breathed the last blissful, contented sigh of her third orgasm, Michael brought his hand out from under her and shifted his weight onto his hands. Then he started pumping harder and faster. Soon he, too, was coming again, ejaculating only a few drops of semen deep into his wife's wet vagina. A few minutes later they were both asleep.
Early the next morning, after each took turns running in the freezing cold to the bathroom, they again made love, in spite of their stiffness from the previous night's extended sexual activities. Ravenous, they showered together quickly and went downstairs to prepare breakfast.
After breakfast on Saturday morning, John drove off to do business at a hospital in Vale. Michael, Gina, and Deloris hit the slopes early, and in spite of an occasional snow shower, the skiing was fantastic. Deloris raced down the slopes maniacally, trying to show off her style. Michael thought she moved her hips too much and her knees too little but didn't tell her. Deloris was wearing matching pink sunglasses, headband, ski suit, and gloves. Michael kept pace with his sister-in-law but waited for his wife at the lifts. Deloris flirted with single men in the lift-lines but always lost them on the slopes; she was skiing very fast that day.
When the three skiers returned to the chalet that evening, there was a message from John on the answering machine. He was not staying in the chalet Saturday night because his business meeting had been extended late into the evening. John said he would meet them on the slopes Sunday morning.
As the second Dire Straits song started, Deloris looked down, away from Michael's lust-filled eyes. Though she still clung to him, he could see the uncertainty in her face and knew that she was not sure she wanted to sleep with her sister's husband.
"If you want to," she said softly. The uncertainty was also reflected in her voice. Her obvious doubt gave Michael pangs of guilt about his planned infidelity.
"If I go through with this," he thought to himself, "who is the real jerk? Her loyal, cuckolded husband with sexual problems, or her adulterous brother-in-law who takes advantage of her?"
Deloris's body features were almost the exact opposite of her sister's. Whereas Gina was tall and slim, with muscular limbs and small breasts, Deloris was only five foot four and had a much rounder figure. Gina's hair was long and dark. She had small brown, narrow eyes and full lips. Deloris, on the other hand, had short, sun-bleached, blonde hair, huge sparkling blue eyes, and thin lips. The irises of Deloris' eyes were hardly ever visible because her pupils were always so dilated.
When they got in bed Saturday night, Michael started fondling his wife.
"Are you hot?" she asked.
"Yes. Aren't you?"
"A little. I'm really tired and have 'sore-gasms.' Are you really hot?"
He rubbed his erect penis against her back.
"Oh no!" she wailed ironically. She took hold of his rock-hard penis and kissed him passionately, bringing his hand down to her vagina. After a few minutes of mutual masturbation, she rolled away and pulled him on top of her.
"I'm ready," she said unnecessarily.
Michael tried to be slow and gentle because Gina had complained of "sore-gasms." He noted that many women in the heat of passion somehow don't feel pain and later regret being so violent in their lovemaking. Penetrating very slowly, Michael pushed his pelvic bone against his wife's clitoris and rocked back and forth gently, pumping in long, soft strokes.
"Are you close?" Gina asked an hour later.
"No," he answered simply. "Do you want to try a different position?"
"Ok," she said tiredly. "Which?"
"Let's do it standing up," he said excitedly.
"No, I'm too tired."
"Ok, then doggy-style, you on top."
They both rolled onto their backs, and Michael helped his wife get on top of him. Gina slipped his soggy wet cock into her vagina, and he used both hands to manipulate her labia and clitoris. Gina moved in a slow, unsteady rhythm, and Michael manipulated her clitoris softly and quickly. Finally, after another hour of coital pulsing, Gina started to come. Her orgasm was much stronger and more intense than any that weekend; she was almost screaming from the burning intensity of exquisite pleasure. When the last of her spasms subsided, Michael pushed her limp body off of his and mounted her in missionary position. It took him almost twenty minutes to bring himself to an orgasm, and it was relatively short. The hours of foreplay and coitus had dampened his pleasure. It is also possible that his mind was not completely on his wife.
Spent from her intense orgasm, Gina was asleep in a few minutes. Michael's mind drifted downstairs to his lonely sister-in-law. His penis got hard just from his thinking about her gorgeous figure and soft, gentle skin. Biding his time, he looked at the travel clock and decided to give his wife 15 minutes to drift into a deep sleep before getting out of bed.
The minutes felt like hours, and he noticed he was looking at the clock more than twice a minute.
"You don't have to go," his conscience told him.
Ten minutes after his wife had fallen asleep, he slipped out of bed, put on his bathrobe, and climbed down the ladder. He went to the bathroom and padded quietly to the master bedroom. Deloris was sleeping in a warm-up suit, curled up in her down comforter. Michael's heart was pounding so hard, he thought he was going to have a heart attack.
He furtively climbed onto her bed and leaned his weight against her, bringing his face close to hers. She slept on, oblivious to his touch. He softly kissed her cheek and put his arms around her, gently prodding her until she finally woke up. Without saying a word, she got out of bed and went to the bathroom. Confused and ill-at-ease, he sat up on the bed waiting.
She climbed groggily back into bed and pulled the comforter over herself, ignoring him. He slipped under the comforter and embraced her again. She was completely passive, and neither said a word.
He kissed her, and she responded, pulling him to her and stuffing her tongue in his mouth passionately. Still uncertain of himself and the situation, he slowly slipped his hand under her sweatshirt and massaged one of her nipples. She moaned softly and pulled away from their embrace.
Michael thought she was going to tell him to go away, but instead, she slipped off her shirt and pulled him down on top of her. They necked like teenagers, swirling and fencing with their tongues while holding each other tightly. His hand kept up a steady manipulation of her huge, soft breasts and erect nipples.
Then he broke away from her kissing and started licking her nipple. Sucking her breast into his mouth, he slipped the rest of his body down on top of hers. Deloris moaned softly and arched her back each time he touched her breasts.
Michael slipped further down on her bed and pulled her warm-up pants down, burying his face in her wet vagina. She helped him slip off her pants and writhed under the caresses of his tongue on her vagina. Five minutes after his tongue started caressing her clitoris, she exploded in a long, intense orgasm, grunting deeply in her throat.
"Why won't you make love to me properly?" she asked him when her orgasm had subsided. He slid up her curvaceous body and lay on top of her, their faces almost touching.
"Do you want me to?" he asked.
"I don't want to hurt Gina," she said softly. Tears welled up in her eyes and spilled down the sides of her face.
"I'll take that as a 'no' then," he said. Relief flooded through him; he had not betrayed his wife. His hot, stiff cock rested uncomfortably on Deloris' thigh, millimeters away from that blonde obscure object of his passionate desire.
"To tell you the truth, I just wanted you to have an orgasm," he said earnestly. "It's not so important that we make love."
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close to her in a bear hug, sobbing violently but quietly. When she finally let him go, he kissed her on the cheek and left her bed quickly before his cock got any better ideas. First, he went to the bathroom, bumping his erect penis in the doorway. He washed his face and hands thoroughly, but couldn't get Deloris' smell out of his mouth. Finally, Michael gargled a shot of whisky, sloshing it in his mouth until the burning sensation became unbearable.
"Where were you so long?" his wife greeted him as he slipped into bed.
"Shitting," he replied.
"Ok, g'night," she said sleepily.
"Good night, Gina. I love you."
"Love you too." | 1 |
448 | Zangara's Elegy | "'He was a bloody tyrant, and we brought him down. And I will not have history think I did it for a bag of gold or in some kind of rabid fit!'"
I looked curiously at this disheveled individual who was ranting what I perceived to be nonsense. I turned to my guide, and hopefully future employer. "What is he talking about?"
"Oh, he's no one. He thinks he's John Wilkes Booth, that's all," came the reply. I looked closer at my guide. I hadn't really studied him up to this point. Suddenly, however, I knew that he posed me no threat, and so I wished to know more about him.
"'Tell them how the Union can never recover from that vulgar, high and mighty niggerlover, Never--!'"
I began going over what I knew about my guide. His name was Dr. Charles Guiteau, and he was the director of the mental ward of the University of Massachusetts Medical Center. I knew nothing about his credentials, but that was not where my curiosity lay. I was interested in his character, and since it was his profession to know other people's thoughts, I was able to delve into his inner self even as he showed me the building.
"Kibo, would you like to join us?" Dr. Guiteau asked the mental patient. "This is Dr. Sam Byck, and I'm showing him around the building."
"My name is not Kibo, it is Johnny Booth. Sure, I'll come along. 'Someone slew the tyrant, just as Brutus slew the tyrant.'"
"We don't know his real name, so for a while we were calling him Johnny. Then the doctor who was handling his case decided it was better to call him something else. I'm not sure where the name Kibo came from though," Dr. Guiteau rambled on. "By the way, if you come on, Kibo will be one of your patients. Dr. Czolgosz, the man who left for Buffalo, was his doctor."
I had been half listening to this exchange until Dr. Guiteau's last sentence. Suddenly my interest in this specimen was piqued. There had to be some way of using him to my purposes. "I would be interested in seeing his file," I replied, confident that my speech had not skipped a beat.
"That will have to wait until you accept the position, which we hope you do. It will certainly give our department prestige, something we have been lacking for quite a while."
This man was showing all of his cards, wasn't he? I had nothing to fear at all, in fact I had him wrapped around my finger. Kibo, on the other hand, was someone I would have to learn. His next comment threw me for a loop.
"'Attention must be paid.'"
"That was from Death of a Salesman. Arthur Miller was born in 1915, and wrote that play in 1949. John Wilkes Booth died in 1865. Why is he quoting Arthur Miller?" I frantically asked Dr. Guiteau, although I'm sure he couldn't see the panic I was feeling.
Dr. Guiteau just chuckled. "Listen to him a little longer, maybe you'll figure it out. Although if you do, you're a better detective than I. I had to read his file to figure it out. I still don't know how Dr. Czolgosz deduced it. Maybe Kibo told him, I don't know."
"'I'm an actor, Lee, and I'm a good one. But Willy Loman is a part that I could never play.'"
"Lee! Who the hell is Lee?!?" I blurted out anxiously.
Dr. Guiteau chuckled again. He just didn't understand, did he? "Tell Dr. Byck who Lee is, Kibo," Dr. Guiteau said quietly.
"Why, Lee Harvey Oswald of course. Who else would I be talking to? And DON'T CALL ME KIBO!!!! Please."
"Now don't get hostile," Dr. Guiteau turned back to me. "Do you understand any better now?"
"Yes," I said, much more calmly. It was really a good thing that Guiteau was so clueless and Kibo was nuts, or I might have been in deep. I made a mental note to control my emotions better than I had. "But I still don't see how John Wilkes Booth could be talking to Lee Harvey Oswald, and how he could be quoting Death of a Salesman."
"Keep listening, maybe you'll figure it out. If not, I guess you'll have to accept the position so you can look at his file." He chuckled again. God, that chuckle was getting annoying.
"'You should kill the President of the United States. . . . He didn't come here to get shot. . . . Lee, when you kill a president it isn't murder. Murder is a tawdry little crime. . . . when Julius Caesar got killed--he was assassinated. . . . Ah, you know his name. Brutus assassinated Caesar -- what?--two thousand years ago, and here's a high school drop-out with a dollar twenty-five an hour job in Dallas, Texas, who knows who he was. And they say fame is fleeting. . .'"
My clinical mind was itching to get Kibo in a padded room and go to work on him. He intrigued me immensely. Dr. Guiteau, on the other hand, was extremely simple, and I could manipulate him any way I saw fit. So I told him, "Kibo here fascinates me enormously. He has stimulated my professional curiosity to the point where I must see if I can help him. Therefore, I accept the position as your assistant here at U/Mass Medical Center."
"Good, good, we are very excited for you to be on our staff." His use of the word "we" was getting cumbersome, but I bore with him. "Let me show you to your office. All of Dr. Czolgosz's files have been put in there already." Now we were getting somewhere.
"'That's a Mannlicher-Carcano. 6.5 millimeter. Stopping range 900 yards. The sight's already been adjusted. . . . My name is John Wilkes Booth, Lee.'" Ahem! "'My name is John Wilkes Booth, Lee.'"
"Oh, that's my cue," said Dr. Guiteau. "He likes to have an Oswald for this part. 'John Wilkes Booth shot Abraham Lincoln.'"
"'Attention has been paid.'"
"He's trying to convince Oswald to kill Kennedy, isn't he?" I asked Guiteau. "It's as if he's reading from a script."
"You are good. That's exactly what he's doing. Like I said, I don't know how Dr. Czolgosz figured it out, but the things that Kibo says in the guise of John Wilkes Booth are from a Broadway musical called Assassins. He must have been exposed to it before he came here. In fact, Dr. Czolgosz's theory is that Kibo was as sane as you or I when he was exposed to it, and then some action shocked him into this persona."
This will truly be an interesting subject."I am far too clever for anyone to catch me.
"Razor."
What is your trick? Do you know what's going on in my mind? Calm down, of course not. "Rap." But damn, you're hitting a nerve. Maybe I should just lose and end the game.
"Poison."
All right, you little punk, this game is ending. No wait, you can't know. You're a fucking nutcase. You think you're John Wilkes Booth. "Nonplus." And you think you can talk to Lee Harvey Oswald.
"Shower."
You stupid, fucking runt. Stop with the fucking words. No, I will not lose to this crazy sonofabitch who thinks that a man who died in 1865 can quote a man who was born in 1915. "Road."
"Death."
You think you're an assassin. Of course you're going to say death. Don't think you can fool me. "Hew." Even if you do know what I've done, there's no way you can prove it. Who'd believe a crazy fuck like you.
"Wife."
Holy shit, you do know. The crazy fuck knows. Well, there's no way you can prove it. "Entity."
"Yellow."
I'm not yellow, you little shit. I'm the most courageous man on the face of the planet. I'm alone in the same room as a man who is proud to think he's an assassin. "Wasp." Not many men would take that chance. And I'm not even scared.
"Phallus."
You pervert. And that just proves you have no clue, it was only blind luck. "Ski."
"Inheritance."
Yeah, that's why I did it, so what. I only think you're playing with me, but you have no idea of what you're saying. "Epithet." You're just trying to win this stupid game.
"Trial."
There will never be a trial, you dumb fuck. "Loop." And even if there was, I'd get off scot-free.
"Police."
Are you kidding? The police are stupider than you are. They actually consoled me when it happened. "Era." The stupid fucks consoled my wife's murderer.
"Arrest."
No way, sonny. It has been five months, and they've gotten nowhere. They think she committed suicide. "Trapeze." They are NOT going to arrest me.
"Ewe. E-W-E."
"Earth." See, you have no idea. I'm the only one who knows and I will NEVER confess.
"Hammer."
"How the hell do you do it?!? Yes, I killed my wife, Lee. Yes, I knocked her out with a hammer. Yes, I cut her with a poison razor. Yes, I put her in the shower to look like suicide. Yes, I did it to collect all of her father's inheritance. Yes, yes, yes!"
Kibo was gone. I slumped in my chair. It was now a matter of them believing a crazy wanna-be assassin or a distinguished doctor. I still had nothing to worry about. Even when the officer was reading me my rights, I knew I was still invincible.
The sergeant was sitting across the table from me asking me questions, and I was telling him the same old bullshit. The accommodations weren't bad considering I was under arrest. Of course, they would have to release me soon, they had nothing on me. Just the testimony of some crazy patient at the U/Mass Medical Center. I had nothing to worry about. After all, my profession was minds, and I knew the police believed me, and thought the crazy fuck was just that, a crazy fuck. The cop was just going through the motions as he asked me if I had killed my wife, if I had confessed in that office, and even what I thought of the mental stability of my accuser. That was the fingered me. They did not think that I had done it.
A buzzer sounded, and the sergeant picked up a phone. He listened a moment. "Send him in," he said into the phone and turned to me as he hung up. "The chief is coming in."
The door opened, and the chief came in. "We have no evidence to hold you, Dr. Byck. I'm sorry this all happened. Apparently, the arresting officers were unaware that your accuser was a patient, and quite frankly, we are desperate to find an explanation for your wife's death, so..."
He let it drop there. "Oh, it really is quite alright," I said. "I understand, and I wish I knew the truth about my wife's death. No hard feelings."
"One thing though, Doctor," the chief continued. "We found this audio cassette in Kibo's pocket. It seems to be a musical play of some sort. I'd like for you to listen to it a moment."
The speakers in the room started to crackle from age. A raspy sound started to emanate from them. "Yes, I killed my wife, Lee. Yes, I knocked her out with a hammer. Yes, I cut her with a poison razor. Yes, I..." Two officers restrained me as I tried to bolt from the room.
"There is one more thing, Dr. Byck," the chief said. "I'd like to introduce you to Detective Giuseppe "Kibo" Zangara." The door opened, and there stood Kibo, the crazy fuck who had cornered me.
"Why, Kibo, why did you fuck me over?"
"'I did it to bring down the government of Abraham Lincoln and avenge the ravaged south...'"*
* The speech meant to emulate John Wilkes Booth is taken from the musical Assassins by Stephen Sondheim and John Weidman | 1 |
472 | Freewheeling Barbara Toys With Boys Part 3 | "Jerry!" she gasped. "I thought you were at school! How, what are you doing here?"
"I got all A's so I didn't have to take exams," Jerry explained. "Aren't you glad to see me, Mom?"
"Of course I am. I'm just a little surprised," Barbara answered. Surprise wasn't the word for it. What if he'd come five minutes sooner? she thought grimly, picturing her son's horror-stricken face. She trod water, trying to compose her mind, trying to still her pounding heart. Guilt flooded her. How could she have succumbed to her lust, right here in her own home, with her son only minutes away. She closed her eyes. She felt like she was going to faint.
"Are you okay, Mom?" Jerry asked worriedly, looking at his mother's flushed face. "You look kinda weird."
"Oh, I'm fine. Just the heat. Thought I'd cool off in the pool...." Barbara became aware that she was babbling and pulled herself together. "Well, I think it's wonderful you're home. Let's see, what time is it? Maybe we could go out for supper." She clambered out of the water and stood beside her son. She glanced down at her body, all in order, no telltale signs of passion. "Would you like that?"
"Sure, Mom," Jerry answered. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye. It had been some time since he'd seen his mother in a bikini, and he'd been too young before to appreciate her beauty. For the first time he looked at her as a woman and not his mother. He was slightly embarrassed at his feelings, and he tore his eyes away from the tempting display of nearly nude flesh. He hadn't seen many girls in brief bathing attire this close. He swallowed nervously, fixing his eyes on the ground. Unbidden, he thought of the pictures in his suitcase. An older boy had given them to him, and he hadn't dared to examine them closely in the crowded dormitory. He felt a sudden urge to run and get them and take them to his bedroom to peruse them in private. He was aware of a breathlessness, a tightening in his groin that occurred when he was stimulated.
"Well, Jerry? That okay? I've got a date later on, but we can go to the pizza place or something first." Barbara looked at her son anxiously. Now he was looking odd. Maybe the sun was getting him, too. All the worried mother now, all thoughts of her former lust erased, Barbara put out one hand and stroked her son's forehead.
Jerry jumped as if he'd been shot. "Yes, that'll be great, Mom. I'll, I'll just run my bags upstairs." He pulled away.
"Why don't you lie down and rest for a while? You look a little pale. I know that bus trip is murder!" Barbara smiled at her son. "And I am glad you're home early. You just startled me earlier. I wasn't expecting anyone."
"The door was open, so I just came on in," Jerry answered. "I think I will go lie down." He looked at his mother, trying to appear sick. If she'll leave me alone for an hour or so, I can look at my pictures, he thought feverishly. The desire to gaze at the forbidden pictures had now reached an obsession. He licked his lips slightly and glanced at his mother again, wondering if she suspected anything. No, she wasn't even looking at him. She was staring at a damp spot beside the pool, a funny look on her face. He shrugged. "See ya in a while, Mom," he said, turning and running upstairs.
Barbara followed him more slowly. I guess he didn't suspect anything, she mused. He did look a little strange for a minute, he was staring at me, but it was probably the heat. I think I'll take a shower, too, must get on with things. I have to forget that boy, that must never happen again. I wonder how old he is, nineteen? He looks mature for his age. As she remembered the most mature part of his body, she blushed vividly and thrust down the thought. Never again. I'll have to be sure to keep the door locked from now on. Anyhow, now that Jerry's home for break, he won't bother me again. I'll keep so busy with Jerry I won't have time to think about horrible lewd things. Filled with resolution, Barbara disappeared into her bedroom. God! My own son will be nineteen next week! And here I was with a boy his own age!
Jerry sprawled on the bed. He had closed his door and felt quite safe. His Mom never came in when the door was closed. She was a great believer in privacy. He spread the pictures in front of him and began to look at each one carefully. He had pulled his pants off in preparation for his jack-off session. He figured that if he came really good, it would wipe out the thoughts he'd had looking at his mother. Jerry knew how awful it was to have thoughts like that about your mother, it was a major sin. Not only that, if anyone found out they'd probably put him in a home or something. Someplace for perverted, evil boys. He shivered and resolved never to look at his mother again. He concentrated on the pictures.
There were seven of them. The first was of a buxom blonde. She was naked except for a garter belt and black nylons, and she was staring at the camera with a lascivious expression on her face, her tongue protruding from her full lips.
Jerry drew a deep breath, wondering how it would feel to kiss her on those full wet lips. As his eyes slowly took in the rest of the picture, his breathing quickened and his hand dropped to his penis, which was hardening against his leg. He grasped it between thumb and forefinger and began slowly stroking it. He looked at the woman's pictured breasts for a long time, his breath coming in ragged puffs as he ran his finger over the picture, imagining how those big boobs would feel under his hand. "Oh, baby," he breathed. "What a set!" He breathed harder, picturing his lips fastened on the erect nipples. Almost unwillingly, he slid his eyes farther down.
The woman's legs were widespread, and she was holding her cunt open with one hand, showing the treasures inside. A thick growth of bushy curls covered her twat, curling along the extended lips of her open cunt. Jerry could just make out the ridges and convolutions of the slit. He peered closer. It looked wet. It almost glistened in the picture, seeming to beckon him nearer. He stroked it with a trembling finger, fantasizing that he was running his digit over a real, wet cunt. He had touched a cunt before, the gardener's daughter let the boys at school feel her for a dollar. But she didn't have one like this. Hers was sparsely furred and the slit was tiny, nothing like this fleshy abundance. Jerry could see a tiny knob of flesh at the top of the opening. He wondered if that was the thing the boy who had given him the picture had told him about. Supposedly you could just press on this nub of flesh and the girl would let you do anything you wanted. Jerry's hand moved faster on his pecker as he imagined what he would do. He put the picture aside and went on to the next.
In this picture a young red-headed woman was sucking a guy off. The girl's body wasn't as full as the other woman's, her breasts were small and tilted upwards. Jerry thought they looked like ripe fruit and wished he could bite into them. Her body was bent over, showing her luscious ass, and the contrast of her long red hair against the white ass made Jerry's heart stop. But the interesting thing was, her mouth was completely full, her lips distended around this enormous dick she was trying to swallow whole. Jerry looked at the man's genitals appreciatively and wondered if his would ever be that size.
The man's root was huge. It sprang from a nest of dense black curls, pointing straight up, obviously fully aroused. The head and about half the shaft were buried in the red head's sucking mouth. Her cheeks puffed out and around it, trying to accommodate the rod. One of the man's hands was caught in the girl's hair, holding her head steady, the other was squeezing one of her breasts. Her hands were cupped under his balls, one of them disappearing under his bottom. Jerry wondered what she was doing, then it came to him! She was feeling the guy's asshole! He shivered, wondering how it would feel to have a lady sucking on his dick and fingering his shithole at the same time. His hand stroked up and down his pecker in short quick strokes, then slowed. He could feel his cum building up, and he wanted to look at the rest of the pictures before he came. He flipped to the next one, his hand keeping a steady rhythm on his penis.
"Hoo, boy!" he breathed. This was the best one yet. In this picture a busty brunette was lying spreadeagled on the bed, her heavy breasts hanging to the side, her widespread thighs facing the camera. Above her, his dick still spurting, a man knelt. He had apparently just fucked her, for gobs of semen clung to her open vagina and dripped from the head of his softening prick.
The photographer had caught the moment perfectly. The woman's face was glazed with lust, her nipples still turgid with passion. Her open cunt seemed to quiver with its load of fresh sperm. Her twat hairs were coated with the sticky stuff, it was running down her legs and over her stomach."Wow, he must've really shot a wad," Jerry breathed.
He wished it were his sperm that was dripping down the woman's outspread legs. He wondered how it felt to spurt into a cunt, to cover a woman with cum. His hand was moving furiously now. He wanted to cum, to pretend he was spurting all over the woman in the picture. "God, fuck me, baby," he said hoarsely, squeezing at his prick as he thought a cunt would. "I'm gonna shoot all over your twat!" The lewd words coming from his mouth excited him even more, and he hurriedly turned to the next picture.
There were three people in this one. A woman knelt in the center, her full breasts hanging down loosely. Behind her, a dark man was plunging into her ass, his dick cleaving her buttocks neatly, his balls smashed against the full roundness of her buttocks. He was reaching under her with one hand, feeling her twat. In front of her, another man was thrusting his turgid prick into her open mouth. He was holding her by the hair and pinching her breasts with his free hand. The woman seemed in an ecstatic trance, her mouth wide to receive the giant prick, her buttocks spread to accommodate the man behind her. Jerry couldn't decide which guy he'd rather be, the one with his prick buried in that hot asshole, or the one with his dick in the wet sucking mouth.
"Wow, shake it, baby," he murmured to the woman, feeling his pecker buried in the convulsing asshole. "Give me a ride!" He thrust wildly into his hand. He could feel his balls tightening and lifting, and knew he couldn't hold off any longer. The other pictures would have to wait. He jacked off furiously, his eyes glued to the lustful threesome, his mind whirling with the stimulus he had received. "Oh, fuck, fuck me, I'm cumming, suck it baby, I'm gonna shoot! I'm cummingggg!!" His young penis began spurting wildly, gobs of thick creamy cum jerking from the head in an endless stream, gushing through his hand, landing on the pictures, on his stomach, on the bedspread. Jerry couldn't remember ever cumming so much - it seemed like it would never end. Unbidden, a picture of his mother in her bikini flashed into his mind and he convulsed again, his tortured balls giving up the last burst of sperm. "Oh, oh, good!" he mumbled, turning over, rolling toward the edge of the bed.
And then he saw her. His mother. Standing in the doorway, her eyes fixed on his dangling penis, a strange expression on her face.
"Mom!" he gasped in horror. Of all the things he had imagined, he had never thought of his mom catching him jacking off. "Oh no, Mom!" He stared at her in abject amazement. He couldn't think what to do next. It was perfectly obvious what he had been doing, there was no way to hide his cum-smeared young hard-on and the assortment of pictures. Jerry wondered how long she had been standing there. Had she actually seen him cum? Through the embarrassment and fear that filled him, he was aware of a twinge of lust at the thought of his lovely mother watching him jack off.
"It's okay, dear, nothing to be ashamed of," Barbara said. "I'm sorry, I knocked, but I thought you said come in. It's perfectly normal. I didn't realize you were growing up so fast." Barbara smiled at her son, hoping her emotions were well hidden. For what she felt was not motherly at all, she was suffused with sudden lust! She had knocked at the boy's door, that was true, but she had heard his voice crying out lewd words, accompanied by grunts and moans. She hadn't been able to resist opening the door quietly, driven by curiosity and something else she couldn't name. And she had seen her son, his hand wrapped around his prick, jerking off as he writhed on the bed, his eyes fixed on a picture he held in his other hand. She blushed, remembering the picture, a woman being screwed in the ass while she blew another guy. Part of her wondered how it would feel to take on two men at once, but she quickly squelched that thought.
Her eyes had been full of her son's jumping dick. She couldn't move, couldn't force herself away. As he neared completion, her hand had strayed inside her robe and found her cunt dripping with moisture. When he came, she had plunged her finger into herself, frigging her clitoris desperately. She hadn't had time to cum, and she was in a state of aroused passion, her body aching with lust as she tried to calmly reassure herself that masturbation was normal.
Maybe that is, but what I'm feeling is perverted, wrong, immoral, she thought to herself. Screwing this afternoon was bad enough, this, this, this is a sin. No mother should think this way about her son. It's impossible, I must be insane! She drew her robe closely around her, as if she could shut away her depraved desires. "Don't worry about it, dear. I'll never come in your room and disturb you again. And please, don't worry. We'll forget about the whole episode. I'm going to get dressed for supper now. Pizza okay?" She smiled brightly at her son and backed out of the room, closing the door gently behind her.
Jerry still sat on the edge of the bed, his thoughts in turmoil. He hadn't believed it when his mother had walked in on him. He still didn't in fact. But she had been real nice about it. She hadn't seemed too shocked or anything. Jerry blushed again. He didn't see how he could look her in the face again after what she'd seen! And if she knew that he'd been thinking about her when he came, Jerry winced. Still, she hadn't seemed horrified. In fact, her expression had reminded him of someone. He thought a minute, then his eyes lit on the first picture, the one with the big blonde, her face glazed with lust. He stared at the picture, wondering how it could remind him of his mom as she had stood in the doorway, then shrugged. He'd do what she had suggested, forget the whole thing, pretend it had never happened. But maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to get one of his buddies to spend break with him. For some reason, Jerry didn't want to be in the house alone with his mother. Not if she was going to keep running around in bikinis and bathrobes!
Jerry clattered down the stairs, dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. "Okay, Mom, ready to go!" he sang out.
Barbara got up slowly from the couch and smiled at her son. She was dressed in a green dress with a low neckline, and as Jerry saw the twin swell of her breasts, his resolve hardened. He just couldn't stay alone with her, not thinking the thoughts he did! If Steve or Richard was here, he could control himself better, could go off with them and try to ignore this sexy creature who happened to be his mother.
"Hey, Mom, would it be all right if I called up Steve and asked him to spend break with me? He didn't have anywhere to go. He's still at school. I told him I'd ask you and he could come up later if it was okay with you. He'll be finished with exams by tomorrow."
"Sure, hon," Barbara answered, aware of a pang of disappointment at not having her son to herself. "Call him right away, tell him I'd be glad to have him visit. I know you boys don't want to be around us old folks all the time!" She smiled at him lovingly, wishing she could see him without visualizing his young pecker spurting his hot, tasty-looking cream.
"Oh, it's not that, Mom! You're sure not old. I mean, it's just that I promised Steve, that is, he's all alone at school." Jerry floundered in explanation, hoping he hadn't hurt his mother by intimating that he didn't want to be around her.
"I understand, Jerry. Why don't you call him now, and then we'll go out for supper. I have a date with Mr. Greenway tonight. Will you be all right by yourself? I didn't know you were coming home, or I'd surely stay. I can break the date if you'd rather have me stay."
"Oh, no. I mean, I'll be fine. Got some reading to do, wouldn't be good company anyhow," Jerry stuttered, completely unnerved by the prospect of his mother remaining home.
"I guess so. You're a big boy now, after all," Barbara looked at her son, and they both flushed and looked away as they remembered what a big boy he was.
No, not a boy. He was almost a man now. Why did this thought hurt? Her own age? Life slipping away from her. Was this why she peddled that damned bicycle mile after tortuous mile? To somehow, some way, hold on to her youth?
She looked at her legs. They were tanned and muscular. "Bike freak," she said to herself, using the same intonation that young Jim had that day at the motel. But what could the damned bike do when her chin began to sag, or the crow's feet began to spider around her eyes? When would that be, five years, six years? What would she end up, a little old grey-haired lady with a trim, tight body that didn't match her false teeth?
She had read an advertisement in today's newspaper. A plastic surgeon saying he understood, the dilemma of the "aging woman." Eyelid-lifts, chin lifts, brow-creases eliminated. No. She wasn't to that yet. But how long would a lousy two-hundred dollar bicycle keep her young? Not long. Not long. | 2 |
478 | Freewheeling Barbara Toys With Boys | "What's going on! Mom - Steve?" Jerry cried in anguish, staring at the scene on the bed.
Steve stared at his friend with blank eyes. His cock slipped out of Barbara's relaxed asshole with a plop and lay along his leg. He looked dully at it. It was limp with a string of semen still hanging from the head. "Uh, Jer -"
"Get out of here. You fucked my mother!" Jerry screamed wildly, clenching his fists. He was aware of a wild surge of rage and jealousy. She hadn't pulled away from Steve leaving him with an aching erection like she had with him! "Go away!"
Steve slid off the bed hurriedly, keeping his eyes away from the recumbent figure of Mrs. Anderson. She was lying perfectly still, her head pressed into the pillows. He noticed something beside her. The salami! Guiltily he sidled out of the room, keeping away from Jerry.
"Well, Mom?" Jerry asked, a sneering note in his voice. "Turn over and look at me!"
Barbara turned over and crouched against the end of the bed, bringing her knees up before her breasts to hide them, then realized that the motion exposed her inflamed cunt to her son's eyes. Vainly, she tried to shield herself. She felt sunk.
"Can't I even look? Steve got to touch - touch, hell! He fucked you!" Jerry advanced on her, his fists balled up.
"Jerry ... I can explain. Let me tell you -" Barbara babbled.
Jerry waved his hand at her, indicating her disarranged state. "Explain what!? That you are a whore? Jesus ... look at you!" he said in disgust. "I saw you this afternoon with that kid, kissing him in the parking lot! What is it? You just fuck kids? Is that it? Well ... move your hands. I wanna look at what everybody else fucks!" He grabbed her hands and moved them away from her tits. He was furious at her for lowering herself from her pedestal - at himself for wanting her. He remembered when she had watched him jack off, when she had touched him in the pool and left him aching. She hadn't left anyone else in that state. Just him.
"Jerry," Barbara whispered. "I don't know what's wrong with me. I've never been like this before. The last few days have been a nightmare. I can't control myself, I even touched you, my own son! And that's evil." She looked at him earnestly, willing him to understand. He had to understand. She felt like her heart was breaking. Her little boy - her son - looking at her with hate in his eyes. She moaned softly and she began to entice him in the only way she knew, with her body. She wanted to show him how it was, how it was to want sex so bad that it hurt. That you'd do anything to ease that pain. "I have to have it, Jerry."
"But with kids! Kids my age! Why not me? Why not? You've fucked every kid in town, probably, why can't I get it, too? Don't you like my cock? Isn't it big enough for you? It's bigger than Steve's! I saw you looking at it before, well, you can have it now!" Jerry squealed in a high voice. He held his dick like a weapon, pointing it at her. "Here, suck it like you did his! You're gonna do everything with me you did with him, and then I'm gonna leave you and never come back!" He advanced on her, pointing his cock at her mouth. "Open your mouth and suck my cock, whore!" he shouted grabbing her by the hair. "You love it so much ... go on, then! Suck your son's dick!"
"Oh, Jerry ... don't let it be like this. Don't hate me," Barbara mumbled. Her voice was choked off as Jerry rammed his prick into her mouth choking her. Her nose was buried in his sparse hair, her nostrils full of the scent of him. She gagged and coughed, then clamped on his cock. If he wanted it, she'd give it a good sucking! She wanted him to know how sex was, well, this was her chance! She sucked deeply on his cock, running her tongue around the head, drawing him into her mouth, yielding before him and taking him in.
Jerry gasped as his prick sank into his mother's mouth. It was a wonderful feeling. Her tongue hit all the most sensitive spots and made his blood race. He hadn't imagined it would be this good, looking at the pictures and hearing the other guys talk. He had heard quite a few stories about girls who gave head, but the reality far surpassed any story. Her lips were nibbling up and down the surface of his prick and she sucked it with an ecstatic expression on her face, as if it were the most delicious thing in the world! Her mouth felt like a hot wet cavern, just made for sucking his cock. He dipped into her and pulled out again, feeling the incredible suction as her cheeks caved in around it.
"Oh, suck it good," he murmured, looking at his mother's face. He wound his fingers in her red hair, the same color as his, and pumped into her mouth. Her teeth lightly scraped the ridges of his turgid cock, sending thrills of pleasure through him. He hunched forward, driving into her mouth. He couldn't stop. The whole world was a sucking mouth, pulling him into it! He twisted and turned his hips, slamming into her face, trying to hurt her, and she gave with every stroke, sucking him in, greedily licking his rod, wanting more.
Barbara sucked at her son's cock in delight. It seemed that everything else had just been leading up to this, this last perversity. She pulled on him avidly, remembering how tiny his peter had been when he was a baby, and contrasting it to its present length. It tasted wonderful, the salty tang of his pre-cum filled her mouth, tantalizing her, making her want to taste his hot semen on her tongue. She cupped her hand under his balls and rolled them in their wrinkled sac, feeling them churn like hard slick marbles in her palm.
"Oh, Mom, I'm gonna cum! I can't help it! I'm gonna cum!" Jerry grunted, pumping furiously into her open mouth. He twisted violently against her lips, feeling his sperm foam in his balls and rise in his cock to burst in her mouth. "I'M CUMMING! IN YOUR MOUTH!"
Barbara sucked vigorously at the hot flow of her son's sperm, drinking from the spurting fountain of his prick. It seemed like it would never quit. She gulped and swallowed a bucket of frothing jism. Finally she fell back on the pillows and Jerry's cock slid from her lips. He stared at her, a strange light in his eyes.
"That was great," he admitted, slightly ashamed of his lust.
"Do you see how it is now? Did you want me to stop sucking you?" Barbara asked. "Could you stop yourself ... once you were fucking my mouth?"
"No, no I couldn't," Jerry admitted. "No way ... It was unreal, it was like I was just a cock and I had to cum ..." his voice trailed off.
"Would you like to fuck me?" Barbara asked casually, watching his face. She wanted him desperately. She wanted his cock in her twat, and she also wanted him to experience the whole of sex. She had to show him how powerful sex was - how the more you got, the more you got, the more you wanted. She didn't want him to think of her as a whore. She wanted to show him how great sex was and how it got control of a person. She still felt it was wrong to fuck and suck her own son, but she was committed now. She promised herself that tomorrow she would take care of it all - tomorrow. Right now she wanted to fuck her son.
"God yes, Mom ... I guess I've wanted to for a long time," Jerry admitted, looking at her squarely. "I was so jealous of those other guys, I wanted to hurt you ... but now, I'd love to fuck you, if you want me to." He looked at her pleadingly, his eyes going over her lush body, her full breasts tipped with coral, her slender waist and flaring hips encircled by the black garter belt, her bright auburn pussy hair covering her mound of delight.
"Oh yes, Jerry, I want you to," Barbara breathed. "Come up here. You can suck my titties if you like ... suck the nipples good, son, and I'll love it! And touch my pussy. Just slide your hand down there." She guided his hand to her pubic area and opened her legs, letting him slip his fingers in.
"Gosh, our hair's the same color down there," Jerry said, laughing nervously. He felt his mother's cunt open invitingly under his fingers as he probed. He sank his middle finger in to the knuckle, feeling around her cunt, sliding it in and out of the canal. He was amazed at the pressure her twat exerted on his finger. He wondered how his cock would feel in that tight, sucking well and shivered in anticipation. His young pecker was erect again, standing straight out from his stomach in an arching curve, out of his soft nest of reddish curls.
"It's wet," he confided, diddling her with his fingers, smiling as she quivered. He knew he was turning her on, and he was proud. His mother was quivering and trembling under him, wanting him to stick his cock in her cunt. "It's all wet and squishy in there."
Thank God Steve didn't cum in my cunt, Barbara thought fervently. She wouldn't want her son's first fuck to be sloppy seconds! Out loud she murmured, "That's because I want you so, darling! I love your finger in my cunt, fucking me! Do it harder ... make me cum on your hand! That's it! Yes, oooohhhh yes ... fingerfuck me, baby, fuck your mama with your hand! Make me cum.She flopped around, impaled on his fingers like a fish on a hoop, her orgasm causing her to shimmer and shake. Her pussy gushed, wetting his hand.
"Did you pee on my hand, Mom?" Jerry asked as the warm, hot fluid gushed over his fingers. Barbara was silent as her orgasm subsided, then said hoarsely, "No, darling, that was my cum - that's how a girl cums. Now fuck me, for God's sake, get on me and fuck me! Put your cock in my hole and fuck your mama!"
Jerry scrambled on top of his mother. She raised her hips, presenting her pussy in a blatant invitation. He sank his prick between her legs, searching for the wet, warm hole he had imagined receiving him. And then he found it. With a cry of triumph, he sank into her, his cock plunging into the vagina that had given birth to him eighteen years ago. "I'm in, Mom, I'm in your cunt!" he cried.
"Yes, oh yes, you are! Your beautiful prick is in my twat - deep - so deep - and good - oh God! It's driving me wild!" Barbara cried, wrapping her legs around her son's back and rocking under him. She felt her insides melt into a mass of sex-crazed flesh, her twat opening under his forceful plunges. She could imagine no greater thrill than this, fucking her son, receiving his sperm in her cunt! The depravity and perverseness excited her even more. She drummed her heels against his legs as she lifted and churned beneath him, using her pussy like a vise to clamp him to her. She never wanted it to end. She wanted to go on and on in this lustful dream, floating on a cloud of desire, her body spasming and convulsing in a powerful orgasm.
"Fuck me, fuck me, Jerry!" she cried wildly. She was smashed into the bed with each lunge of his prick. She wished she could engulf him completely, take his whole body back into her womb. She felt his balls smashing against the distended lips of her cunt, and she crazily tried to open them, to pull him all inside.
"I am fucking you, Mom, oh, MAMA! I'M FUCKING YOUR CUNT! It's fantastic! I love to fuck you. OH MOM! I LOVE IT!" Jerry screamed. He thrust furiously into the sucking maw of his mother's twat, feeling his cock sink to the hilt in the swampy marsh. He was swimming in a sea of cunt. He felt like he was surrounded by it. He could smell the odor from their clashing sex orgasm mingle with the smell of their sweat and he loved it. He loved the way her cunt gripped his penis, sending waves of pleasure through his body. He could feel it to the tips of his toes. His leg muscles twitched with the sensation. He bent forward and grabbed her tits in both hands, wrapping his fingers around the creamy globe and squeezing roughly.
Barbara rolled with each thrust. His pecker was a hot rod of iron, stoking the fire in her twat. Sweat poured from her thrashing body, making her skin meet his with a sucking noise. The air was filled with the suckings and gurglings of sex. Her pussy plopped each time he thrust into her, emitting a squishing noise. The slap of their sweaty bodies and their mingled grunts and groans of pleasure filled the air. "Give it to me faster, faster, harder," she muttered. She pulled his head to hers and their open mouths met in a passionate kiss, tongues mingling and thrashing. She sucked in his breath eagerly. She felt like his tongue was a prick in her mouth, stabbing away at the soft insides in unison with his jabbing pecker. She drank his saliva avidly, swallowing, imagining it was jism from a spurting cock.
Jerry increased his tempo ... his balls were bursting and he knew he had to cum soon. He pounded lustily into his mother. "I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna shoot my wad in your pussy, Mom!" he warned. "I'm gonna cum all in your hot cunt!"
"Yes, darling, cum in your mother, let me have your sperm!" Barbara screeched. She was beside herself with lust. All she wanted to feel her son's hot semen bursting inside her aching cunt. She knew it would bring her off again. She wanted to feel it! "Cum in me, fuck me, cum, cum," she chanted in rhythm to her son's strokes.
His pecker zipped in and out of her cunt with increasing speed. His lithe young hips flailed tirelessly above her, driving the shaft of his penis into her waiting cunt. He could feel the texture of her canal change as she rode the crest of her orgasm. It tightened as she came, then felt loose and flabby, then tightened in an endless cycle of lust. "Here it comes! OH GOD! HOTSHIT! FEEL IT, MOM ... FEEL ME CUMMING IN YOU ... I'M CUMMING..." With a loud cry, Jerry fell onto Barbara's body, his knees buckling as his orgasm ripped through him. He felt like his head was blowing up. His guts twisted as his balls burst. "I'M BLOWING MY NUTS!" Rope after rope of semen gushed from the head of his prick, inundating Barbara's womb with her son's sperm.
"Ooooh-h, yessss. I FEEL YOUR CUM! IT'S SO HOT!" Barbara cried, bucking against son, swallowing his prick with her spasming cunt, gripping tightly with her legs, imprisoning him in her hot box. He didn't seem to want to escape. He lay against her, his cock jerking weakly as the last bits of semen oozed from the shrinking tube. He raised his head and grinned at her.
"Just lie still, honey," she said. "Let your cock soak in my twat. I'm going to bring it to a stand again inside me. Just don't move, or it'll slip out!" She bore down on his limp penis, holding it firmly inside her with her cuntlips.
"Okay, Mom," Jerry answered, lying against her, his head pillowed on the soft cushions of her breasts. He had never heard of such a thing. But she was his mom, and he'd do what she asked. She certainly seemed to know a lot about sex! He thrust down a pang of jealousy and lay quiescent on her breast, feeling her twat muscles caress his tired prick.
"Can you feel it, dear?" Barbara asked, concentrating. She tried to imagine his limp prick resting inside her and clenched her muscles about it, thinking of her cunt as a stroking hand, bringing him to erection.
"Yeah. You're squeezing me down there with your cunt," Jerry said excitedly. He could feel her cunt gently kneading his penis, and he thought he could feel a spark of life as it raised its head in the dark cavern.
"Don't move, son," Barbara cautioned. "I read about this ... how it's possible to fuck this way without even moving, just using your muscles. Hindus or somebody do it this way." She repressed a bump of excitement as she definitely felt Jerry's pecker move inside her. "I can feel you moving in me," she confided. "Your cock's swelling up ..." She worked her cunt on his prick, rippling the muscles up and down. She could almost see his prick in her mind - growing slowly inside her canal! Her cunt exuded moisture as the excitement of her success got to her, and as she grew aroused, her muscle action grew stronger, pulling silently at Jerry's hidden prick.
"Oh, boy, I can really feel it now!" Jerry cried in excitement. He hadn't thought it possible, but it was happening! His soft prick was hardening and lengthening inside his mother's cunt, gaining new strength with each stroke of her talented pussy. "It's getting hard. I can feel my balls filling up again! Wow!"
"Yes, yes, I can feel it, too," responded his mother. "It's filling me up - getting big again. Jerking around, oh, Jerry, it's wonderful!" She smiled mistily up at the face of her son. This was a new experience for her, this slow filling of her womb! She was suffused with love as her vagina filled with her son's growing prick. She had never felt so close to any of her lovers before. This was an incredibly fulfilling experience. She wondered if they could really fuck to orgasm this way - just using their muscles. She was determined to try. "Don't move your hips," she told her son as he started to move involuntarily.
He looked at her in amazement. He was hard again and ready to fuck now. That was the point, wasn't it?
"We'll just keep on like this - use our muscles and cum that way," his mother told him.
"Like the Hindus?" Jerry laughed, catching on. "Okay, if you want - it feels great right now, though I don't see how anything could be better than plain old fucking!" He forced his hips to remain still and pressed more deeply into his mother. Maybe, maybe I can make it jerk around in there, he thought. The idea of muscle control was a new one to him, but he could see how it would improve regular fucking if he could make his prick jerk at will. He carefully tightened his ass muscles and was gratified to find his penis jerked in accord. "Did you feel that, Mom?" he cried.
"Yes, dear, that's the way. Now let's just quietly lie here and do that to each other. Let's try to move in rhythm," she answered, giving a few quick jabs with her twat. They lay together, tightly clasped in each other's arms, letting their sex organs mesh together in harmony. As he jerked his prick inside her, she rippled her cunt along his shaft. She could feel him filling her whole cavity now, his dick pushing against the pulsing walls of her cunt. As her pussy juices flowed, she felt an unbearable urge to grind her hips beneath him, hastening her orgasm, but she restrained herself, merely increasing the pressure.
For an inexperienced man, Jerry was doing a great job. He used his ass and pelvic muscles, causing his prick to bounce inside his mother. He could feel his balls lifting in their sac and climbing up, hardening and tightening. He wanted desperately to rise up and fuck in and out as hard as he could. His hips quivered under the strain. "Oh, Mom, I can't stand it! I gotta move!" he groaned.
"Just a little more, son, try to relax," Barbara grated through clenched teeth, trying to follow her own advice. But it was too late. Jerry's hips suddenly shook and ground into her, pulling and shoving with age-old motions of intercourse.She sighed and moved with him, letting herself be carried off, her orgasm breaking over her in a whirl of feeling. "That's okay. Fuck me harder now, son, give it to your mother," she called encouragingly.
Jerry pounded into her. He had wanted to finish the other way, but he couldn't. He just couldn't stand it! The tide of lust swept over him, forcing his hips to plow into his mother's cunt desperately. "I'm gonna cum. I waited so long, I can't help it. Hold me, Mom. I'm fucking you..."
Barbara held her son tight, her body churning under his, ready to receive his second cum without withdrawing. He had made a valiant effort to do the muscle fuck, and she would reward him by giving him a good cum! She reached behind him, bypassing his sweaty balls, and probed for his asshole - finding it, she pressed through the opening and buried her finger in him. As she sank her digit into his buttery ass, she felt his prick spasm and burst inside her, splattering her cunt walls with hot thick sperm.
"AAAGGGHHH! FUCK! I'M CUMMING! HOLD ME, MOMMA!" Jerry screamed.
Mother and son convulsed in each other's arms, holding each other for dear life, cunt and cock cumming in perfect unison. Finally they fell apart, Jerry's cock slipping from Barbara's cunt.
"I tried, Mom," he said weakly, laughing a little. "I guess those Hindus practice a lot."
"I guess they do," Barbara answered fondly, stroking her son's head.
"We'll have to practice, too," he said boldly, looking at her from the corner of his eye. "Whenever I'm home from school..."
Barbara accepted the inevitable. "Yes, we'll practice," she whispered. She wasn't going to tell him again what a dreadful sin this was. She would bear the load of guilt herself. She had brought this incestuous affair on herself, and she alone would pay the consequences, she resolved. What was she going to do while Jerry was away at school, she had no idea. She didn't want to go on as she had, seducing every young man she could get her hands on. She sighed, putting it from her mind. Something would happen and solve her problem.
Jerry looked at his mother. She was lying back, relaxed, her breasts rising and falling with her deep breathing. He ran his hand over her tits lovingly. They were soft now, their turgid nipples slowly subsiding into the twin brown areolas. She smiled back at him as his hand caressed her sweat-slick flesh.
"It was great, Mom, I never knew how wonderful it could be," he admitted. "I think I understand it now. You just can't help yourself, can you? And I guess just one guy isn't enough for you." He looked at her longingly, wishing he alone could satisfy her hunger, but knowing he couldn't.
"No, I guess not," Barbara admitted. It was a big admission for her, and contrary to everything she had previously believed. Everyday morality dictated that one man should be sufficient for one woman, and, until the last few days, she had believed it. But now she wasn't too sure that society was right. Hadn't her actions proved that she needed almost constant sex? And what one man could satisfy that?
"I bet you could go again easy," Jerry continued. "If you want, well, would you like me to get Steve in here? Maybe the two of us could keep you happy, for a while at least." He frowned, wishing he didn't have to go back to school.
Barbara's heart leaped. She couldn't believe her son was suggesting this solution. "You wouldn't mind?" she breathed, her body already tingling at the thought of taking on the two men. Why, they can fuck me in the ass and cunt at the same time, she thought. She had wanted to try that since this afternoon, when Skip and Buddy had used the bottle on her empty orifice. Imagine what two cocks could do. She shuddered.
"Well, I do mind in a way," Jerry admitted. "But," he got a mental picture of he and his friend plowing simultaneously into his mother's trembling body, "anything for you. I wouldn't be jealous - I know you need it!" He grinned at her, not admitting even to himself that his prime motive was a selfish desire.
"Oh, Jerry darling, I love you! You're so understanding. Go get your friend," Barbara said excitedly. "I'd love to have you both. Of course you'll always be first," she added comfortingly as a shadow of doubt crossed her son's face.
"Okay, Mom," Jerry said, jumping off the bed, stark naked. "Just a second. I'll get him!" He walked out of the room.
Barbara lay back on the bed, scarcely about to breathe for excitement. Both of them at once, doing what I want. God! she mused, her mind full of lascivious pictures. She hugged herself in anticipation, rocking back and forth on the bed. | 4 |
484 | The Adventures of Rachel Roundheels, Teen Slutpuppy | "I wish we'd been born sisters." Jesse said, gently daubing 'Watermelon Pink' lipstick onto my pussylips. I was sitting on the edge of the bed in just an oversized T-shirt, legs spread wide, while she sat on the floor between them in just her panties, her face just inches away from my hole, decorating it. I could feel her humid breath on my cunt and it was making me really horny.
"How come?" I asked, although I thought I knew the answer. I know her pretty well, I think - besides, we think a lot alike.
"'Cause," She said, leaning forward and lightly licking my labia, letting her tongue just dance across them, teasing. "I just think it would be so cool to be doing this stuff with somebody I was like, related to -wouldn't that be incredibly kinky?"
"For a moment I couldn't answer, 'cause the feeling of her tongue on my cuntlips made me catch my breath and close my eyes. I opened them, sighing impatiently.
"God-damn, Jesse, if you're gonna lick me, lick me! I hate it when you get me all hot like that and don't let me cum."
"Alriiiight -godd, don't be such a bitch, Rachel...this stuff won't go on right, anyway -you're too wet." She leaned forward again, sucking my nether-lips into her mouth and lapping her tongue into my slit, then up along the clit. I lay back on the bed and closed my eyes, moaning.
"Don't you think that would be hot, She continued between licks, 'To like, fuck someone in your own family?'"
Actually, I thought it would be very specifically hot, but I wasn't ready to tell her about that particular fantasy -not just yet...it was too weird.
"Mmmm... maybe, " I said, wriggling my ass under her tongue, "What do you mean?"
"I don't know," She said, holding my pussylips apart with her thumb and forefinger. "I guess it's just exciting 'cause you're not supposed to do it, ever." Her tongue began rapidly flicking back and forth across my clit and I nearly screamed from the intensity of the sensation. I reached down to her head and lightly touched her hair, caressing her ears.
"Ooooh, godd." I groaned, my back arching up off the bed. I was wishing for a mouth at my nipples. One very particular mouth. I could almost see him, feel him.
"haven't you ever imagined making it with somebody that you're never supposed to think about that way -like an uncle, or a cousin...or your dad?"
Jesse reached across the floor, almost without looking up, and snagged the slim lipstick tube from the carpet. Still licking my rigid little clit, she started easing the small plastic cylinder into my tight, puckered sphincter. The intensity was too much -I thrashed and writhed in wild orgasm, biting on my fist to keep from screaming out loud.
"Yess!" I squealed, my teeth leaving deep marks in my first two fingers, "Oh godd, YEESSS!"
Jesse sighed, looking out across the backyard. Against the back fence, her brother Chris fought with a lawnmower that seemed tangled in something too far away for us to see.
"Mmm-mmm...hunky-dory, huh?" She said. "I gotta have it. I GOTTA HAVE IT!"
"Okaaaay," I said, "Go ahead -have it."
"Her shoulders fell, her face dropped into a pout. "I don't know HOW," She whined, "I'm scared, Rachel. What if he thinks I'm a gross ol' whore?"
"He's a guy, Jess," I told her, "It doesn't matter what he thinks -he'll do it anyway. You're a hot little hardbody. Sister or not, he's not gonna say no to a pretty piece of pussy."
Across the yard, the sound of the mower died. Chris began pushing it back toward the house and the back deck where we sat lounging in the Saturday morning sunshine. He left the mower in the grass next to the house and bounded up the wooden steps of the deck, headed for the backdoor, into the house.
"Good morning!" I quipped, peeking at him over the top of my heart-shaped sunglasses. He stared at me as he walked past. I smiled sweetly, knowing he could see my pretty pear- shaped tits through my thin T-shirt.
Jesse leaned forward in her lawn chair as the french doors closed behind him, to get a last look at his buns in his cutoffs.
"Gotta have it!" She growled through clenched teeth. "Hey, slut -what are you tryin' to do, steal my action?"
"Huh?" I said, a little bewildered, until I realized she was staring at my lap. I looked down to see that my long T-shirt had ridden up over my crossed legs, to expose my blonde bush and my pouting cuntlips, still glistening with my moisture, Jesse's saliva, and a sheen of 'Watermelon Pink' lipstick. "Oops!" I grinned sheepishly, and we both burst into a hail of demented giggles.I gave a quick glance around, to see that Chris, too, was silently ogling dad's beautiful cock.
"That's really cool, Dad." I said, trying to deflate some of the awkward tension in the room. I looked him in the eyes, sliding my hands into the back pockets of my shorts and thrusting my chest out a little, to be sure he caught a look at my nipples through my T-shirt.
"Well...it isn't exactly something I ever intended to do for an audience." He said, still smiling weakly. for a moment I was afraid he might ask us to leave and just pretend it had never happened. "I didn't think that was even possible for humans." Chris volunteered suddenly, "I tried it once or twice when I was a kid, but I couldn't even come close."
"Me either," dad grinned crookedly, relaxing a little. "I read about it in Penthouse Forum when I was about your age -some guy wrote in claiming he did it all the time. It sounded pretty hot to me, so I tried it. Lay down on my back, threw my legs back over my head and lay there wishing with my stiff dick dangling about six inches above my face."
"So how'd you figure out how to do it?" Chris asked, still stealing glances at my father's lovely erection. Dad didn't acknowledge the admiring looks, but I noticed his cock pulsing and quivering just a bit, a gleaming drop of cum welling up at the slit of it's head, just begging to be licked off.
"It's not so much a specific trick, as just teaching the body to learn the position," Dad said, "At first I noticed that when you're upside down, you can catch your feet under something like a drawer or a headboard ledge and use it to curl your body even more tightly. That's how I learned to get the tip past my lips. Later, I learned that if you loosen up the back and shoulder muscles enough, you can do it sitting down like this and get even more -sometimes about half the shaft."
"Wow." gushed Chris, still staring at Dad's dick with a faraway look in his eye, and I knew what he'd be doing when he got home.
"You mean you've been doing this a long time?" I asked him. Obviously my Pop was a lot more kinky than I'd ever thought. "Does Mom know?"
"Your mother was never interested in anything so unusual. I tried to turn her on to a few things, but she just didn't want to know. She thought things like this were perverse and disgusting."
Oh, you poor baby, I thought, Let me make you feel all better.
"Perverse, maybe," I said, walking over to kneel at his feet. "But no way disgusting! Show me that again, Daddy, that was really hot!"
I looked up at him from between his legs and he leaned forward, his eyes locked with mine. I thought he was going to kiss me, even started to raise my lips to his, but he reached under his thighs, locked his elbows around his legs and his mouth descended straight onto his still erect cock, the head pushing past his puckered lips, till he had the first half of it buried in his mouth. Then he came slowly up, and I watched from inches away, as the shaft eased wetly, a millimeter at a time out of his swollen cheeks, the crown of the purple head finally appearing just before it popped out, waggling stiffly in the air. He licked around the head, then dived onto the pole again, now bobbing up and down, sucking in earnest, his spittle drooling down the shaft and around his tight, wrinkled scrotum.
I couldn't believe I was actually seeing this! It was so amazing, I just stared, getting wetter and wetter. With one hand I reached up unconsciously and began to fondle my breasts. I was enraptured in the sight, fascinated by the idea of watching my own father actually orgasm a full load of his sperm into his own mouth. On the other hand, it just wasn't in me to sit by and be only a spectator.
"Mmm," I purred, leaning forward finally and whispering into his ear. "Let me help." I took his gorgeous penis tenderly from his mouth and devoured it with my own.
"Aaaah," Daddy groaned, sitting up in the chair and smiling down at me. He glanced over at Chris, still standing in the door, who had taken his own hard cock out and was watching the two of us, stroking it sensuously, the first bead of cum just appearing at the engorged tip.
Dad motioned Chris over to us. "C'mere."
Chris walked over to stand beside us, still massaging himself. Dad reached up, took Chris' hand, pulled it away from his stiff cock and leaning towards him, plowed his mouth onto Chris' rigid pink meat.
"Oh, man!" Chris moaned, putting his hands on dad's head, as my father grabbed him by the hips and plunged my friend's cock deeper into his sucking mouth. I could tell Dad was incredibly turned on by the ravenous way he was slurping Chris' dick, it was obvious he was relishing the delicious young cock -his own massive meat was swollen rock-hard between my plunging lips, pulsing like it might burst in a creamy explosion any second. I wondered if Dad was so hot because he'd never done anything like this before, or if he just really liked sucking dick...of course, it could have been the fact that his own cute'n'sexy teenage daughter was simultaneously giving a sloppy lip massage to his own rigid pole. Either which way you looked at it, Dad and I were clearly entering the beginning of a beautiful new father-daughter relationship and I was loving it! "Change-up!" I exclaimed, pulling Dad off the chair and onto the floor, leading him by his now slippery dick. Chris' cock popped out of Dad's mouth as we went and Chris followed us onto the carpet. I quickly pulled off my shorts and yanked my T-shirt over my head. Dad stared hungrily at my breasts, like he just couldn't wait to suck a whole one all the way into his mouth. The thought gave me excited little chill bumps.
"Somebody has gotta fuck me now!" I said, lying back on the floor and parting my legs, so Dad could get a good look at my fresh pink pouting lil' pussy. I was dying to feel that big fat whopper in my tight wet cunt.
Dad looked up at Chris, like he thought the boy might argue with him about who got to fuck me first. Maybe he thought Chris was my boyfriend or something. Chris just smiled, his saliva-wet hard-on still bobbing in front of him."Been there, done that, bought the T-shirt...go ahead, man." The little smartass!
Dad leaned over me, lowering his face to mine, in a real kiss this time. I raised my head to meet him, my right hand combing through his hair as I opened my mouth and we twirled our cum- sticky tongues together. I kissed and tongued him soulfully, tasting him, fucking his mouth gently with my tongue, probing and searching. I made love to him with my lips, ending the clench by biting tenderly on his lower lip and slowly releasing it.
He kissed his way down my neck, across my chest, nibbling my nipples with his lips, pinching them in tiny bites with his teeth. I moaned aloud when he slid his warm palms under the cheeks of my ass and lifted my bottom off the floor, burying his face in my pussy, sucking the lips between his and flicking at my clit with his expert tongue.
"Oh god, Daddy!" I squealed as he spread me with his fingers and sucked my stiff little nubbin into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. His thumb slipped into my soaking hole, fucking back and forth as he licked me and I squirmed uncontrollably, panting and bucking.
"Oooh, Jesus, Daddy -put your dick in me, please!" I whined, reaching between my legs and grabbing his cock. He moved his body over mine and I rubbed the blunt head of his dick against my nether-lips. He slid all the way into me in a single smooth, wet stroke and I began to orgasm instantly from the wonderful feel of his huge thickness stretching the hungry walls of my cunt, filling me up more completely than anything I'd ever experienced before. I thrashed my hips about wildly, grabbing his upper arms tightly as my entire body shuddered violently, deliciously.
"Daddy, oh god, Daddy!" I screamed, thrusting up to meet him, clambering for every inch of him. I wanted all of him inside me, even his tender balls, every bit of his sex, stuffed - buried up inside my warm pussy. I couldn't stop cumming, yet it still wasn't enough. I couldn't hold enough of him to feel that I'd thoroughly satisfied that perfect cock -and at that moment, I lived to please him, to make him cum in screaming ecstasy, to give him the same overwhelming pleasure that I was experiencing.
I felt a warm fleshy prodding at my lips and opened my eyes to see that Chris had knelt beside us and was feeding his own prick toward me., rubbing it back and forth across my lips. I lapped and tickled it with my tongue, while I continued to writhe my hips and buck on my father's cock. Dad put his lips down on mine, trapping Chris' rigid pink penis between us, sliding the head into his mouth, to suck the slippery cum that was drooling from the tip in a shiny strand. I licked Chris' wrinkly balls, gently sucking them each in turn. Above me, Chris moaned, his head rolling back loosely on his shoulders. The moaning turned to a light grunting and I could tell he was about to cum.
Inside my clenching cunt, Dad's cock swelled up suddenly, even larger than before and began to quiver and pulse. Pulling back, he reached down with one hand and yanked his spasming meat out of my pussy. I nearly screamed at him to put it back, but he was already up on one knee, his big dick aimed straight at my now slimy face. Before I could even open my mouth to catch it, his steaming sperm came blasting at me in pearly ropes, drenching my cheeks and splattering across Chris' dick and balls to drip off his steely erection in thick, creamy strands.
The hot sight of Dad's yummy jism electrified Chris, too, and his own excited prick began to jerk and throb, spurting even more sticky cum across my face and breasts, some even spattering onto my father's cock and thighs. We were all dripping with milky male love cream. I scooped it off my face in thick gobs and sucked it off my fingers, rubbing the rest into my breasts and cheeks. It smelled sooo sexy.
The guys sat back on the carpet, panting, while I lounged on my back, just feeling the sticky liquid cool and dry on my warm flesh. Dad seemed kind of lost in a daze, but he was smiling. Chris looked around for his jeans and stiffly rose from the floor.
"Whew!" He sighed, "It's been fun, gang, but I really gotta get goin'. Seeya tomorrow, Rache."
"Maybe," I smiled, waving goodbye from the floor. "I may just stay home and snuggle with my Daddy."Through the teeny periscope I saw Jesse, dancing impatiently from foot to foot and smacking a big wad of gum.
"Hi," I said, opening the door and stepping back to let her in. She froze for a moment when she saw me and her gum chewing slowed, but didn't stop. I was naked, except for a silver slave-chain about my waist and a leather collar around my neck. She stepped past me, smiling hesitantly, not knowing quite what to make of the look.
"Cool," She said, "Your Dad go away for the weekend and leave you the keys, or what?"
Then she saw Dad, lounging on the sofa, still in his big loose bathrobe. I could tell she was piecing the situation together in her head, but couldn't quite bring herself to vocalize it, lest she'd guessed wrong.
I padded back across the room, and sat on the floor at Daddy's feet, like he'd taught me to do. I wanted to be a good, obedient slave. Daddy's spankings hurt.
"Good morning," Jesse said, kind of nodding at Dad, her eyes darting nervously about the room.
"Morning, Jess," Dad smiled. He was browsing the Sunday paper, but I knew without even looking he was also stealing glances at Jesse's trim little raven-haired bod. Her jeans clung snugly to her slender, shapely thighs and though her tits were barely more than a swell of her chest, the dark chocolate color of her perfect quarter-size nipples showed clearly through her cream-colored blouse.
Jess sat down on the couch and looked at me, still smacking her gum. I could tell she had a million questions, but was too shy to ask them in front of Dad.
"So what happened to Chris?" She asked me. "I couldn't have dragged his lazy ass out of bed this morning with a towtruck, and he says it's all your fault."
Dad just grinned and looked at his paper. I smiled at Jesse and cocked my head. "Hmmm...can't imagine..."
Dad looked up at Jess quizzically. "Did he say anything about his dick being sore?"
"Well, he didn't say that," Jesse began to grin herself. "But I suspected that might be part of the problem when I offered to blow him and he just groaned and rolled over to go back to sleep."
"Oh, that's terrible!" Dad said, setting the paper aside. "You poor girl - you can't start your day without breakfast, it isn't healthy. Rachel, offer our guest some cock."
"Yes, father," I said, like a good little girl. I got up on my knees, opened the front of Daddy's robe and grasped his already stiffening dick in my fist. I slid my mouth over it and ran my tongue up and down it a few times, to make sure it was really rigid, then I offered the thick tubesteak to Jesse. "Mmmm - have some, please."
Jess had stopped chewing her gum and just sat there, staring in amazement at the hefty sumptuous dick glistening with my saliva, that bobbed in the air before her as it pulsed in my fist. I swear I could hear her tight little pussy lubricating as she stared. She took the gum out of her mouth and slid off the sofa to kneel beside me, her movements slow and trancelike. Her right hand reached out to gently take the fat pole from my fist. She squeezed it, stroked it, rested it's weight against her palm. Then she leaned forward, eyes closing in sensual ecstasy, to rub it against her face, inhaling it's scent.
"Mmmm..." She purred. "Gotta have it."
She took each of Dad's huge, satiny balls into her mouth, one at a time and tenderly made love to them with her tongue. Her mouth ran smoothly up his shaft and she engulfed the big purple mushroom of his cockhead, barely stretching her mouth enough to insert it. I watched in rapt adoration, my best friend giving my father a savory and affectionate blowjob, as he lay his head back on the sofa groaning in pleasure. My hand slipped to my crotch and I began to rub my soft pink slit, the viscous juices already flowing freely.
"You like that tasty cock?" Dad asked Jesse, smiling at her through slitted eyes. Jesse just moaned and smiled back. "Bet you'd have loved seeing it yesterday, when it squirted white hot cock-cream all over your big brother's pretty pink dick."
Jesse took dad's meat out of her mouth, still pumping it with her fist and gasped. "Oh, goddd, - wow!" She marveled. "That's so hot! You've gotta do that again, so I can see it."
"Only if you promise to lick us both clean, like Rachel did," Daddy said, reaching out to stroke Jesse's hair.
"No problem," said Jess, lapping dad's cockhead. "Love that cum -gotta have it!"
"You should've seen Dad slurping away with Chris' cock in his mouth," I said from behind her, still slowly massaging my clit, "While he deep-fucked me."
"You guys!" Jesse whined, whipping her head around to glare at me in mock-anger. "How dare you have all that fun while I'm not even here! I'm never going out of town again!"
"Well, I guess we do kinda owe you one," Dad grinned. "We'll have to plan a little party for next weekend to make up for it. Rache-" He motioned me over next to Jesse. "You wanna help your friend finish up here?"
I quickly scooted over to his knee, so I could lean in and take turns with Jesse, lapping and sucking at Dad's swollen erection. He sat there moaning quietly, watching our two ravenous teenage mouths coaxing the cum from his turgid rod. When he finally came, it wasn't a lot - between the mini-orgy with Chris and the night of passion with me, his balls were pretty drained, but Jesse and I tongue-warred over the small amount of his delicious cream that there was. We shared the sticky goo in a deep french kiss as Dad lay back on the couch with his eyes closed, smiling to himself.I stood up on my knees on the bed, in just my panties and white tank top, kissed her again, then pushed her back onto the mattress, nuzzling her breasts as I undid her bra. The instant they were free, I began sucking hard on her big brown nipples, going back and forth between them.
"It just seems so...perverted...but it feels...wonderful..."
"Shut up, Mother." I mumbled against the warm fleshy globes.
She broke into a grin, but she stopped talking. I felt her warm hands gliding up my thighs and caressing my bottom. Mom tugged on my panties, pulling them down to my knees, then slipped her fingertips between my legs, probing and exploring. I put my mouth against her ear.
"Mmmm, touch my pussy, Mom. Feel my slippery wet cunt."
She did. Her fingers danced around my nether-lips, slipping inside to tease, then back up my slit to tenderly polish my clitoris. I rotated my ass in the air, plunging back to engulf her coy fingers. Once in awhile, her middle finger would slip against my tiny pleated asshole making me gasp and grunt -at first I thought it was just by accident, then she pressed harder, popping inside, up to the first knuckle.
"Ooooh, godd, that's sooo incredibly hot, Mom!" I moaned, biting hard on her rigid nipples.
"You gotta do me, too, baby" She said, pulling her fingers out and reaching under me to undo her skirt and yank it and her panties down her legs. we both discarded the last of our clothes so we could seriously indulge in each other's flesh.
I crawled back over her, grabbing the giant double-dong from beside us, and began rubbing it slowly back and forth across her slit, bending to spread her cuntlips so I could lap her clit, too. My tongue forayed down her labia, ocassionally slipping between them, into my mother's moist and tasty vagina. When she was really dripping and slick, I started easing the huge rubber dick knob up inside her. She grunted and wriggled her hips, fucking back at the hefty nightstick.
"Mmm,' Mom purred. "You, too, Honey, come here." She shifted herself around on the bed, so we both had room to stretch out, and positioned me on my bottom at her crotch, our legs pretzled over each other. Our cunts were nearly mouth-to-mouth, just a few inches apart, and she took the big rubber dick's remaining head and pushed it against my own slippery opening. I rotated my hips, lubricating the manikin meat with my juices so that it slid in more easily. Still, it was huge -I felt it stretching my vaginal walls even wider than Daddy's thick cock had done. Once it was in, the sight was such an incredible rush, I couldn't stop thrusting my ass back toward Mom. The huge rubber cock was buried deep in both our stretched and hungry holes, only two or three inches could still be seen protruding from our swollen, puffy pink pussies. Every time one of us moved, it caused the dildo to plunge deeper into the other. We were fucking each other with every twitch of our hips. Both of us began to cum, our vaginas contracting over and over on that enormous firm penis that writhed and plunged as we bucked, just like a real cock. I lay there heaving and sweating, fucking Mom hard, leaning back on my elbows so I could watch her big tits bobble and shimmy as I thrust the cock into her dripping snatch. She was groaning and panting herself, reaching down once in awhile to rub my clit and massage my labia as they sucked at the pink rubbery telephone pole stuffed into my widespread cooze.
Finally, Mom eased her end from her slimy slit and moved up over me to kiss my breasts, neck and tummy. I felt her reach between my legs and continue to fuck me with the dildo. It was soo sweet. She kissed her way down my belly to my mons, and began lapping at my pussylips while she slid the imitation dick in and out slowly. I just closed my eyes and floated on the endless orgasm, moaning softly. Then I felt something nudge my crack and press up against my asshole. Mom was trying to push the other end of that giant dildo into my bottom.
"No-no-no!" I protested, laughing. "It's too big!"
"You wanted to know what I do with it," Mom grinned up at me wickedly. "This is my favorite trick."
She rubbed the huge head in my own cunt juices which were running in slippery rivers from my pussy, and pressed it against my asshole again, harder this time.
"Mom!" I squealed, in real pain. That rubber thing was fucking huge!
She kept pushing, slowly, gently, but it didn't help -the thing was just too big! "Mom" I cried again. "STOP IT!" The giant knob popped past my screaming sphincter and shoved it's way up into my hotly burning butthole. It felt like it was going to split me wide open, but good gods, was my pussy on fire! "Oh, Jesus, Mom!" I panted. "That's so good" It hurts, oh godd it hurts -I love it!" It was all true. My poor abused bum felt like it would tear from the overload, but my little ol' clit was hard as a pebble and my two full fuckholes wouldn't let me stop cumming! I shuddered and shook and trembled, and somewhere along the way, I passed out.
I came back to conciousland with Mom kneeling over me, lightly kissing my forehead. The dildo was nowhere in sight, but the tingling and aching in my butt and the warm, stretched and satisfied feeling in my pussy weren't going to let me forget it anytime soon. I reached up and took one of Mom's big breasts in my hand and nuzzled it, smooching the nipple.
"That was nice, Mom." I said dreamily.
"Are you okay, honey?" She asked me, smiling. "I know it was kind of uncomfortable going in, but I really thought you'd like it."
"I loved it, Mom." I sighed, "How about you?"
"It was the most exciting sexual experience I've ever had in my life, Rachel." She said. "Thank you for making it happen."
"I'm glad you had a good time, Mom, " I told her, "I love you."
Then a sly and wicked thought occurred to me and I smiled up at her tenderly. "What are you doing Saturday night?"I wanted Dad to cum on her ass, so I could massage my breasts against her torn cheeks, and mingle the two precious life-fluids into my own flesh.
Finally, the hail of lashes stopped. I was so relieved- I'd begun to wonder if he was going to kill her. Dad tossed the belt aside and knelt behind Mom's tortured bottom. Mom's breath was ragged and full of tears, but she must have been experiencing something close to my own excitement, because she raised her head and began kissing my breasts, sucking at my throbbing nipples.
She gasped harshly when Dad put his hands on her glowing hot asscheeks and pried them apart. She screamed loudly and incoherently when he plunged his stiff, thick erection into her tight puckered and unlubricated anus. Her scream vibrated against my chest and she clutched me desperately when he began fucking her steaming butthole deeply and rhythmically without even giving her a chance to adjust to the intrusion.
"Oh god, you BASTARD!" She wailed. "You vicious bastard son-of-a-bitch! FUCK ME! RIP MY HOT ASSHOLE! FUCK ME HARDER, MAKE ME SCREAM!"
Dad leaned forward, hunching over her back as his swollen cock slid roughly in and out of her snug sphincter. He reached up and pried the plugs from her ears, whispering against her temple.
"Make me CUM, you dirty fucking whore - milk my cock with your asshole and make me spurt your butt full of steaming, creamy jizz!"
Mom's jaw dropped, just for a second, as she recognized the voice.
"It's YOU! Goddamn you! GOD-DAMN YOU! You bastard!" She began to slam her tormented flanks back against him, ramming his big beautiful cock all the way up her asshole, impaling herself on his hard meat.
"FUCK ME, GODDAMN YOU! SHOOT YOUR FUCKING SPERM UP MY ASS! SHOOT IT! I WANT TO FEEL YOUR BOILING FUCKING CUM BURNING MY BUTTHOLE! FUCK ME YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH AND CUM INSIDE ME! FILL MY SCREAMING HOT ASS!"
Dad grabbed her thighs and shoved deep. If I couldn't tell by the look on his face, Mom's screaming and writhing let me know she was getting the asshole full of cum she'd been begging for. I reached across Mom's back and took the base of Dad's dick in my fingers, pumping the shaft, to milk every last drop of his cum into her anus. Both of them groaned and grunted, and for a long moment we all three just sat there, sweating, not saying anything.
CHAPTER 11
After Dad had pulled his shrunken and satisfied dick from Mom's battered butthole, he lay on his back on the carpet beside her. She was curled in a fetal position,her head in my lap. The belt with the ping-pong balls still covered her eyes as her tears ran out from under them, rolling across her cheeks to dry in streaks along her jawline. I reached down as I stroked her hair and took the blinders off. Still sniffling a bit, she grasped my hands in hers and looked around her cautiously.
"So who's brilliant smart-ass idea was this, anyway?" she asked quietly, trembling against my chest.
"Mine, Mom...I'm sorry. He didn't even know who you were when we started."
She glanced toward Dad. "So do you treat every woman you fuck like this?"
Dad smiled slightly without looking toward her. "Only the ones I care about."
Mom's eyebrows furrowed. "What do you mean?"
"I mean," He answered, "If I hadn't cared so much then, I wouldn't enjoy punishing you so much now. Besides, it really pisses me off that you're such a hot fucking slut now, when you wouldn't do shit for me when we were married."
"I'm sorry." She said gently, and I could tell she meant it. "It wasn't that I didn't want to. I was just afraid you wouldn't like me anymore if you knew how horny and slutty I really was inside."
"You stupid bitch," Dad chuckled. "Horny and slutty was just what I always wanted. I came to resent you because I wanted horny and slutty and I wasn't getting it!"
"I'm sorry." Mom said again. This time there was a long moment of silence, while both of them just stared into space. I wasn't sure what either of them might be thinking, but I wasn't going to stick my nose in this one, it was way too heavy for me.
"So what if you were to get it now?" She said finally.
Dad's reply came slowly, thoughtfully. "Do you really think you can be submissive and obedient enough for me to put up with you?"
Mom rolled sideways and got up on her knees, her hands still handcuffed before her. She bowed her head to her chest, facing my Dad.
"Yes, Master." She said smiling.
A few feet away, Jesse was straddling her brother Chris, humping up and down on his stiff dick, while he lay on the floor beneath, caressing her small soft breasts. Daryl stood next to her, trying to aim the camcorder nearly straight down to capture the sight of Chris' cock as it appeared and disappeared beneath Jesse's furry crotch. All the while, he was feeding his own erection into Jess' mouth with his other hand.
"Nice grouping," Dad said as he crawled toward them. "But let's see if we can organize something a little more complex."
He took the camcorder from Daryl and set it on it's tripod across the room, where it could see us all at once. Then he returned to where we were all gathered, around Chris and Jesse.
"C'mere," He grunted to Daryl, grasping him by the waist and guiding him around behind Jess and Chris. He brought Daryl to his knees behind Jess and grasping Daryl's cock in his hand, stroked it firmly a couple of times, squeezing it to engorge the head, swelling the pretty lavender mushroom to full size. It looked delicious! Then Dad leaned over and drooled warm spittle all over Daryl's swollen cockhead.
Pressing a palm against Jesse's back to bend her over into a doggie-crouch, Dad spread her buttcheeks and rubbed the saliva from Daryl's fat tip against Jesse's pink carnation.
"Mmm, yeah, put it up my ass, baby," Jess growled. "Gotta have it!"
I saw Daryl's big round knob pop past Jesse's sphincter and she gave a guttural grunt.
"Uhmm!" She moaned, rotating her ass in little circles and pressing back against both the hard dicks fucking her tight holes.
"Wow." Daryl marveled to Chris. "I can feel your dick in her cunt!"
"Cool!" Chris agreed. "Mmm, your cock's rubbing right against mine!"
"Oh godd!" Jesse squealed. "Fuck me! Cum! Big loads of sperm! Squirt it! Cum in my cunt and ass- gotta have it!"
I didn't wait to see what else Dad had in mind- I swung a leg over Chris' head and lowered my sopping pussy onto his face. I rubbed my slippery slit back and forth across his chin and nose while he jabbed his tongue deep into my hole, lapping the walls of my vagina. I reached out and buried my face in Jess' hair, until she looked up and kissed me, gently sucking my tongue and purring into my mouth.
Over Jesse's back, I caught sight of Mom and Dad crouched behind her, and nuzzling her ear, I stretched to see what they were doing.
"Too fucking cool." I breathed in Jesse's ear.
Mom and Dad knelt on either side of Jesse's upturned ass, both leaning in close, to tongue the two adolescent cocks that slid in and out of Jesse's lower openings. While Mom ran her lips up and down the side of Chris' shaft, Dad was gently tongue-bathing Daryl's balls.
"Oh, Man!" Chris exclaimed suddenly, looking up at Daryl. "You're cumming! I can feel your dickhead swelling up!
"Wait!" Daryl exclaimed, "Wait! I wanna try something!" He yanked his cock out of Jesse's asshole and pushed her out of the way. Jess scuttled sideways, complaining loudly at the loss of both hot cocks as Chris' came slipping out of her cunt.
Daryl hobbled up on one knee, to straddle Chris' prone body and grabbing Chris' shimmering erection, still slimy and wet from Jesse's warm pussy, guided it to the opening of his tight brown butthole. He sank down on the stiff penis, impaling himself with a groan.
"Aaah, goddamn, that's SO HOT!" He sighed, grabbing his own hard cock and stroking it with his fist. Instantly, spurts of white-hot cream began streaming from it's length, arcing high into the air and falling in large sticky splotches onto Chris' belly and chest. A couple of the thickest gobs spattered across Chris' cheeks and lips, just as he opened his mouth to release a long low cry of his own.
"Oh, godd, YES!" He cried, humping his pelvis up, shoving his cock deeper into Daryl's ass. From the grimace on Chris' face, I knew Daryl was getting a hot sperm enema- a hunch confirmed seconds later, when the thick white fluid came oozing from Daryl's butthole, around the thick shaft of his friend's beautiful hard cock, to trickle past Chris' balls and down between his buns.
From behind the two guys, Mom and Dad looked at each other, smiling in amazement.
"Good gods, these kids are hot!" said Mom. "How long have you been teaching them this stuff?"
"I can't take credit for this," Dad laughed. "I think Rachel did it."
I crawled to them, kissing them both and pushing Dad onto his back. "You guys," I smirked,"I swear, you think you're the only people in the world who like to fuck."
I reached underneath me and gently pulled on Dad's cock. "Got one more load in there?" I begged. "I haven't been fucked at all tonight."
"Nope." He grinned, but he was already getting hard.
By the time Dad shot his last load of sperm into my cum-hungry cunt, everybody but Mom had adjourned to the kitchen for munchies. Finally removing her handcuffs, Dad ordered her to clean me up, and like a dutiful slave, she slurped every last drop of his cream from my lil' pink pussy.
Daryl went home after that, and Chris and Jess slept together curled up in blankets on the living room floor, while Mom and Dad and I all snuggled together in Dad's big bed. In the morning, Mom and I managed to milk another load out of Dad's poor tired cock with our mouths and vaginas, while we all watched the videotape of the party, from Dad's bed.
"Man," Jesse whined as she and Chris were dressing to leave, "I wish my family gave way cool parties like this." I just smiled and winked at her.
"So ask 'em." I said. I think she thought it was a joke, but the idea of seeing Chris done by his dad was really weighing on my horny lil' mind. 'If something doesn't happen pretty soon,' I decided, 'I'm gonna go over there and make it happen.'
All in all, I guess everything sort of turned out happily ever after. Mom and Dad didn't get remarried or anything, but they actually get along much better. Mom's really his number-one sex slave now- and married or not, she wouldn't fuck or suck anyone else- at least not unless he ordered her to (which he sometimes does). I'm still his slave-girl, too, although Dad's never asked me to be faithful, so I kind of do what I want, most of the time. He just calls the shots in bed. Daryl and Chris and Jesse and I kind of cum and go as we please- we all know where to go if we're horny. In fact sometimes I think Jesse's kind of developing a thing for my Dad. A romantic thing, I mean. In a way, that would be kind of fun. Just think, if she married him, I could do my Mom and my stepmom at the same time. Too fucking cool... | 4 |
515 | Beefstar | "Do you, like, ever let people into your meat-locker to, like, uh, you know, fuck around with the meat?" I asked.
The short-haired Greek man looked at me strangely from behind the counter. Several of the waitresses glared in my direction.
"What do you mean 'fuck around'?" the dumpy Greek asked.
"You know, like shoving your dick in and out of the openings in the meat. Then, like, getting a bunch of smelly, sticky cream of tubesteak all over the junk that you grind into foodburgers," I informed him.
"No, we don't do that. You don't do that. Nobody does that," the imbecile claimed.
"I do that," I began, "and as a matter of fact, most of my pals do that too. We like it."
Overhearing our conversation, one of the waitresses gave me a sour look. She seemed to be acting like she was getting sick. The cook and the other two waitresses completely ignored everything except the random orders for patty melts and double cheeseburgers.
"Look, I don't want to do anything weird or strange or anything. I just want to fuck a bunch of meat that you got in your huge ol' meat locker. Listen, don't any of you stupid fuckers understand what I'm saying?" I stated in an agitated manner.
"Mister, people gotta eat my food. If you stick your dick in the food, no one can eat. Frank will lose money. We can't do that," the Greek said.
"How much money would you lose, bright eyes?" I asked.
"A big thing of cow costs Frank $220 for a half," Greek-man said.
"Well, I want to fuck around with about 13 of them. Let's see...that's about $2860...and I'll give you...oh, let's see...$40 just for letting me do it, OK?"
"I don't know."
"OK. Look, I'll give you $3000 cash, RIGHT NOW, 'cause I like you an awful lot, and also 'cause I'm fucking sick and tired of trying to talk to you goddamn Greek half-wits."
The Greek seemed to ponder what I had said for a minute, or perhaps he was just wallowing in incomprehension. One waitress went into the back-room and loudly threw up.
"OK. But you give Frank the money NOW."
I handed the three bills over to the fool and lifted up a section of the counter and walked into the walk-in freezer.
"OK, you can fuck with 13 sides of cow, but leave the cheese and other stuff alone. OK?"
There was a wide variety of different kinds of food present in the walk-in freezer. Many, many eggs and other fine foods. I could see containers of pancake batter and butter. On the left was what I was after. Thirteen beautiful sides of beef!
I started to get a hard-on just looking at the beef!
"You got your cash. Get out of here!" I shouted at the geek.
I casually waltzed up to the nearest beef-side and began to sweet-talk it.
"Hi, new in town? Ever get into Satanism? Shit, you're cute."
The cool beef did not reply.
--Original story by Don Bolles | 3 |
521 | A History of an Aberrent Sexual Contest | "Fnorking" is a colloquial term for contests involving females inserting small dead animals into their vaginas. All known instances involving "fnorking" have occurred on college campuses. The contests dealt with several females competing to insert as many animals as possible into their vaginas, the winner being the one able to insert more than any of the other contestants. The winner of the contest was sometimes crowned the "fnork" queen.
The earliest known incidences of "fnorking" occurred in the late 1920s. The phenomenon seems to have been an outgrowth of the goldfish eating fad prevalent at that time. Most goldfish eating contests involved college-age males consuming as many live goldfish as possible. The female collegians of that time were less inhibited than preceding generations of females and developed their own version of this fad. They held contests involving the insertion of as many goldfish as possible. The goldfish were most often inserted while live. Contests were held late at night in college dormitories, although there is a report of one contest being held in broad daylight beside a well-stocked pond. This contest is said to have involved at least twenty-five females, and the winner was able to "consume" twenty-seven goldfish.
All known "fnorking" contests seem to have been held at exclusively female colleges and universities, although, considering the segregation of males and females at schools in this time period, this is not unusual. "Fnorking" seems to have been an outgrowth of the general loosening of morals in the 1920s era and the women's suffrage movements of the early part of that decade. The less inhibited females of the era were more inclined to enter such bizarre contests.
As the fad progressed, the contests were not limited to just goldfish but were expanded to include other species of small animals. It is known that contests were held involving the "fnorking" of hamsters, gerbils, lizards, salamanders, frogs, small birds, and even one contest involving chipmunks. All of the above contests involved dead animals. The preferred method of killing the animals was suffocation. The contests were held immediately after the animals were killed because they were "still warm and still very pliable."
The phenomenon seems to have disappeared after the turn of the decade. This is possibly because of the depression era when fewer females were attending colleges, and also morals experienced a general regression. No known incidences of "fnorking" have been reported until very recent times.
Recent reports have emanated from the Florida area and from Europe, specifically at the 1991 "spring break" in Florida and one incidence in 1989 in Denmark involving sixty college-age females inserting frogs in a day-long contest. There were reports of three contests in the Miami area in 1991, two involving insertion of goldfish and one the insertion of small toy stuffed animals. The winner of one of the goldfish contests was able to insert twelve fish and is reported to have received a cash prize in the amount of five hundred dollars.
Interviews of 1920s-era females involved in "fnorking" contests indicate that no prizes were awarded in the contests of that period. The females stated that most entered the contests due to peer pressure. They also indicated that the contests were held in conjunction with college fraternity initiations.
The origin of the word "fnork" is very hard to discern. All of the females interviewed stated that "it was always called that." One woman did offer as an explanation that "fnork" is formed from the first letters of Greek words describing the activity. At this time, I have not been able to discover the words used, if there are any. No written descriptions of the activity have been brought to light, although, considering the type of activity, this is not unusual. All of the females interviewed were very reluctant to admit to being in the contests.
Considering the recent resurgence of the "fnorking" phenomenon, it is possible that the general lessening of sexual inhibitions in females in recent times has allowed the fad to resurface. In this day of personal video, how soon will some enterprising person make a record of one of these interesting contests? | 1 |
606 | Amy, the Thai Tease | "What the hell is this?" Bob thought, pulling the card away from the staples. She HAD known what was going on! She'd seen him sweating and flushed; probably she'd heard a moan escape when he was cumming. The sweet fox had known all along and never said anything! If only she had made some sign, said something or even looked him square in the eye, then he could have... The simple thought of the juicy oriental coed approving of his sexual act aroused him. He felt like getting in the car and going now. But why give him this? Was this her way of telling him to go jerk off with someone else? No, he remembered the twinkle in her eye as she smiled when had left his office in the morning. This must be her way of inviting him to ... to what? What was she planning? How did she know to bring the card with her today? Why did she even have this free pass? Was she a strip joint fan?
Highly unlikely. As he turned the card over few times to study it for clues, he noticed that there was no day or time on the card, so she wasn't trying to set up a date. He went back to her homework and quickly read the second page, then went back and scanned the paper again. It was simply the assigned topic, well done, and as much as he wished there was something more, he found no "I want to fuck you, teacher," message. He brought the paper up to his face and inhaled deeply. No scent but that of wood pulp.
During the rest of the evening, Bob held the card and daydreamed about Amy, twice turning back to stare her paper and the delicate curved script on it. No other papers got corrected, and while he was able to get to sleep, it was between sticky sheets that were moistened twice that night.
Getting ready for class the next morning, Bob decided that it would be best to ignore the card sitting in his wallet and not visit the nightclub. He was afraid of being seen and recognized in a place like that. Even though it wouldn't get him fired, after all what he did on his own time was his business, he didn't want to be known as the sex-mad professor. Rumors had a way of spreading quickly through the faculty and students, and he would lose the respect of many students who looked up to him. Besides, he didn't really want coeds flashing and propositioning him to 'improve' their grades, in spite of his fantasies. It was also possible that Amy was trying to trap him in some way and then blackmail him. It would be best just not to go, and hope Amy wouldn't say anything to anyone. He would have to be extra careful in her presence to do nothing suggestive and make sure he kept his eyes in head, no matter how she dressed.
But while Bob was busy making virtuous decisions, the primal part of his unconscious mind, a part that connected to the world only through hormones, was already set on what he would do. Early in the evening, card in his wallet, Bob left his house and got in the car to drive across town. There was an empty feeling in his stomach and his palms were sweating nervously. "Why are you doing this? What if SHE's there? How will you be able to face her in class?" Suddenly, almost without realizing how he got there, a bright sign announced "Girls! All Live! All Nude!".
After parking his car in the lot outside, he looked around, got out and quickly walked to the door. Just inside the entrance, he was stopped by a man sitting at a table. "Ten dollar admission, two drink minimum, sir." Bob took out the card and gave it to the man. He took it and turned it over to see the note on the back. "You're a friend of Amy's, huh? When you're that lucky, I don't see why you should get in free too," as he stamped Bob's hand. "You still have to pay for the drinks, though. Enjoy the show."
Bob entered the club, walking by a guy who seemed seven feet of solid muscle, and found himself a seat in a dark back corner. The lights were low, so no one was likely to recognize him, assuming anyone was looking anywhere besides the stage. A slim, young blonde with small tits was at the height of her act, lying on her side on floor of the stage doing leg lifts. Her pussy was fleeced with hair noticeably darker than the hair on her head. She was good looking, but not the dish Bob had come for. The doorman had known Amy, so Bob expected to see her on stage. The idea of seeing her up there had him excited, but he wasn't sure he wanted her to know he was watching.
As the music started up again, another girl appeared on the stage backlit by a spotlight. She stood with her legs apart, light shining through, her hair a misty frame around her head. On the beat, she turned sideways presenting a profile in silhouette. She leaned forward a bit, thrusting her chest forward and arching her back to present the classic lines of a pin-up. Lights came up revealing Amy in a skimpy costume. She wore black and strings of pearls. Her lacy black bustier pushed her white breasts up, making a shelf for the long strings of pearls that rolled over them and flowed down between her breasts. Below was a black garter belt with matching stockings and 5-inch heels to show off her calves, the seams of the stockings leading the eyes up to the firm curves of her ass. A tiny black lace g-string was partly hidden in the front by a loop of pearls that circled her waist. From this loop hung 5 strands of pearls reaching to mid-thigh, forming a sort of bead-curtain loincloth that flashed the scrap of translucent lace covering her crotch with every gyration of her hips.
As Amy danced, she slowly peeled off her top and teased her nipples by rolling the pearls back and forth over them. As she showed off the stiffening tips of her breasts to the crowd, she locked eyes briefly with each person in the audience. When her eyes reached Bob, she stopped and ran her hands up from her inner thighs to the ends of her nipples, now fully engorged on the up-turned tips of her quivering breasts. Even sitting near the back of the dimly lit room, Bob knew Amy had seen and recognized him. Blood rushed to his face, and if the light had been better, it would have been plain to anyone that he was blushing as furiously as any virgin. However, blood also rushed to his cock which pulsed in time to Amy's bumps and grinds. When the black g-string dropped to the stage floor, Amy bent over, legs spread, her shaved cunt aimed right at her teacher. She looked over her shoulder at Bob with a sultry gaze, her hair covering half her face and ran her hands up the back of her legs, following the stocking seam from her knees up to the garter strap and then spreading her tight cheeks wide. The smile and wink of an eye that followed almost knocked Bob off his chair. He reached for his soft drink to wet his suddenly dry throat and found his hand shaking so much he had to set the glass down on the table and lean forward to drink.
Bob's desire for the petite Asian had him literally shaking. He wanted very much to get her alone, as she had been the day before in his office. Here he couldn't do anything, not even secretly jerking off. He was sure that would be an excellent way to get tossed out of the joint. Besides, he wanted to do much more than simply look, especially after the way she was teasing him from the stage.
Amy began to move around the audience off stage, picking up tips while doing a little bump and grind for each man. In the dim light of Bob's back corner, Amy strutted up and began to undulate her hips, teasing a tip out of his wallet. Bob grinned wide enough to cross the Mississippi, but wasn't sure what to say to his student, so he stared at her jiggling tits. The round mounds stood out from her chest with no sag at all. Her full, up-turned nipples trapped his eyes. The aureoles stood out forming their own walnut-sized mounds topped by stiff nipples. The flesh quivering to Amy's movements made Bob's mouth literally water. He looked up and found Amy's dark eyes locked on his.
As he swallowed, Amy spoke up. "Aren't you even going to tip me? You look happy to see me," she said and bit softly on her lower lip while her arms squeezed her breasts together, pushing her nipples out even farther, all the while staring at him.
"Oh, sure," Bob said, and pulled a ten spot out of his wallet. "I really appreciated the free pass, and your show was great." He took a deep breath and continued "You're the most beautiful--the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen in person," he said raspy with nervousness and breaking contact with her eyes only to be trapped by the white smooth valley between her breasts.
"Down here," Amy said, and Bob's eyes were momentarily again struck by the intense stare of dark eyes from the East before her finger, wagging in front of her face began to trace a line downwards pushing over her full lips and down the soft throat to between the soft cushions of her breasts. Her forearm passed over her tit, mashing it down, and when it popped free, its inflamed nipple snapping out, Bob found that his cock, hard as iron, had suddenly pulsed and become stiffer. He could have used it for batting practice with a hard ball with no problem at all.
"Down.." Amy said, her finger indenting her soft stomach and poking briefly into her navel before traveling across the smooth flat skin between her hips.
"...here," she finished, her fingers now toying with the pearls that were her only covering before moving on. Bob now was hypnotized by the magic place behind the swinging strands of pearls. The shimmery pearls rolled over a mohawk strip of trimmed pussy hair, pushing the strands down only to have them pop up before the next string of pearls repeated the process. Below, her cunt was shaved bare and smooth, the inner lips just visible between the pouting outer fold. Unconsciously leaning down toward the area of his dreams, Bob detected a faint, musky odor. The clacking of the of the pearls, audible above the music this close, mixed with the scent and sight of his student's pussy carried him away from the noisy club, and his entire world became a few square inches of nubile flesh. The pearls pattered against the bare cunt lips, perhaps creating the arousal that Bob smelled. One strand hit squarely between the lips and stuck for an instant before dropping away glistening with juice. This woman was wet and ready.
"Down here, silly," Amy repeated for the third time, and Bob saw her stretching out a garter two-thirds up on her right thigh. He came to himself and reached slowly towards the thigh with great deliberation, afraid his hand might stray to the moist lips inches away. The backs of his fingers brushed over the smooth skin of Amy's inner thigh as they pulled the garter out to receive ten dollar bill. The skin was slightly cool to the touch, but the back of his hand felt waves of heat coming from the pussy above as if it were a space heater. The pearl strings ran across his hand as he pulled it back, leaving a small trail of dampness that cooled in the open air.
"If you like what you see, and I can tell that you do," she said, her eyes shining with the reflected glow of neon, "you can have a private dance for only $50 in our 1-on-1 booth."
"Sounds great," Bob's cock replied as he reached back to pull out his wallet a second time. If she had said $5,000 for getting in a pit with 10 starving, rabid Dobermans, his response would have been the same. Sexual desire had shorted out the rational center of his brain and the need of his hard dick fogged out all of his earlier shyness. To be alone with his fantasy girl in a situation where her role was to tease and arouse him directly touched a deep unconscious need that broke through the restraints imposed by his role as teacher to this sultry student. His cock pulsed, wanting attention as he handed over the money. All he could think of was his body pressed against Amy's soft, warm skin while his dick was encased in the hot, moist grip of her cunt.
He heard her instructions to go to a door at the side of the room, but his mind was screaming for joy! His imagination was in overdrive, producing images of his hand reaching out and pressing, kneading and pulling on those puckered nipples as he bends down to kiss her full lips. How far could he go? His imagination made fantasies become realities, and Bob trembled.
In a few minutes, Bob found himself in small room. He sat in the simple chair against the wall and stared at through the clear glass partition 2 feet in front of him that separated his small cubby hole from a larger dance area. This was not what he had expected at all. Sure, it was private, but he had certainly thought that "private" also implied something more intimate. Talk about safe sex! This glass barrier could protect a herd of pachyderms. The whole set up seemed designed so that a man, perhaps for a suitable tip, could masturbate and the dancer would not have to worry about the guy getting too carried away. Bob felt very uncomfortable in the situation, thinking that Amy would type him as some strange pervert bent on preying on students. Adding a sharp edge to the situation was his recent memory of the girl's smoldering dark eyes and her full red lips in a smile as he ogled her naked breasts and wet pussy. If he didn't know Amy, then he could have gone with the situation and let his desire take control. However, he wanted to keep his lusts secret from the co-ed, although how that was possible, now that he'd accepted this invitation, was a bit of a problem. He wondered how many men had come to this room and heard her high, girlish voice tinkling out obscenities, urging them to orgasm.
Now Amy came out. Her tits jiggled and bounced with each step; the bright yellow body suit molded itself to her skin without restraining the fluid movements of her supple muscles and without completely obscuring the dark puffy buds of her nipples. Matching yellow stockings wrapped around the curves of her legs. "Hi there," she said, popping a cassette into a tape deck, " Make yourself comfortable. I hope you enjoy yourself." Her voice came over a speaker on Bob's side, but he could see no microphone.Bob was already enjoying the olive skin above the stocking top that curved up and out when it reached her low-slung ass. The high cut bottom of the body suit set off her soft, fleshy bottom, her olive skin making a nice contrast to the bright yellow of the narrow band that disappeared between her cheeks. Even if he couldn't touch her, Bob was enjoying the view.
Then music started and the light in Amy's side of the booth went out, replaced by a black light that set the co-ed's yellow garb glowing. Bob could dimly make out her face and the bare skin of her thighs, but her glowing legs and the outline of her tits jiggling to her movements were the focus of his attention. His cock pulsed and swelled when her thick nipples atop puffy areolae were clearly outlined in profile, the sheer yellow fabric molding perfectly to their shape. At regular intervals a strobe light flashed, revealing the nubile student in poses that seared his retinas. He saw her kneading her crotch or grabbing her breasts through the thin, semi-transparent material. One flash of the light revealed her tongue out, wetting her upper lip, bright red with lipstick. He also noticed that her eyes were closed, the lids lightly colored with yellow eyeshadow matching her costume.
Amy's closed eyes gave him the courage to unzip his trousers and pry out, a little painfully, his stiff prick. As the stiff organ snapped out, he grabbed it and began to seriously stroke it, the head an angry purple. He was intensely aware of his student a few feet away from his naked dick. As he pumped and pulled the obscenely swollen organ, Amy began to spray herself with a shower head on a hose. Bob didn't know where it had come from, but the water sparkled in the black light and encased the sexy co-ed's body in a silvery halo. It also, he quickly noticed, turned the bodysuit completely transparent. His pants were below his knees now as his hand pumped his cock more insistently as Amy bent over, her ass inches from the glass, the bare lips of her pussy showing clearly through the soaked fabric.
The erotic, wet-dream world created by the black light, music, water and sex goddess body of the young Thai lady became more charged when Amy changed the spray of water to pulsing jets. She stroked the hose in time to the bursts of compact water that she aimed at her face and open mouth. Bob's unconscious immediately turned the water splattering and drenching the student's face into his cum. He pressed against the glass, moving his head back only when his breath began to fog his view of her full red lips and the stray lock of hair stuck to her cheek. The swollen head of his penis flattened against the cool glass as his body pressed forward, trying to reach the biological magnet attracting it, the Asian dreamgirl working as hard as she could to get his dick hard and his balls pumping cum. She was no longer his student or even a real person, for Bob's mind had found both the source and goal of the lust that had driven the lives of creatures alive before the hominid family was ever considered by the forces of evolution.
Amy turned to face him in the flickering strobe light and as one pulled at a puckered nipple the other sensuously gathered the water from one cheek and popped into her mouth. Her almond eyes were still closed when her finger began to fuck her shiny red lips which were pursed around the substitute cock. At the same time, her other hand stroked down her body and slid beneath the thin transparent strip of cloth which stuck wetly to her pussy. First one and then two fingers slipped between the naked cunt lips deep into her wet hole. Amy began to gyrate her hips and masturbate in time to the deep low sound of the bass line in the music, driving her fingers hard and deep into her creaming pussy. Her beautiful face, sparkling with drops of water that could be lust-created sweat, was drawn in passion while she licked and bit the finger in her mouth.
Bob steadily and firmly stroked his cock, his knees bent and his hips thrust forward so that the engorged organ bobbed in the air in front of his student. He moved his other hand between his legs, the palm pressing the soft wrinkled skin of his ball sack and massaging the two grape-sized orbs inside as his fingers rubbed the stiff hidden base of his dick back between his legs. His lust was amplified by the uninhibited eroticism displayed by the girl finger fucking herself a mere foot or two away. The mushroom head flared wide and became smooth and shiny. The rod in his hand became steel-rigid and his muscles tensed in pleasure, but inside he felt a relaxing as a passage opened up for his building current of cum. His cock, now huge and swollen, waved openly in angry power in front of its focus, the Asian coed bitch-in-heat. His pounding fist now ran on automatic, blurring up and down the stiff pulsing dick.
A strong flow of cum was being pressured up his penis when the music suddenly stopped and Amy dropped to her knees in front of him, face up, tongue wrapped around her finger, eyes open and staring into his. If the eyes are mirrors of the soul, here animal passion had clearly claimed both, and in the meeting of these two spirits, Bob felt a snarling, frenzied lust which could never be bettered but only matched by the most savage of animal matings. Thick white gouts of passion slammed and spattered the glass in front of his Oriental student's face over and over again while Bob's lips curled back and his breath came strong vocal pants. Lava flows of cum ran down the glass only to be fed from the source once more. Amy stuck out her wet tongue and wagged it at the pumping prick, then bit her full lower lip, her eyes never leaving Bob's.
"Cunt. Slut," Bob's voice growled out as he pulled out the last of the cum to drip on floor. Amy smiled behind the sperm-smeared glass.
Where did THAT come from, Bob wondered, his rational mind now taking control. He quickly took in the sleazy scene. His pants were down around his ankles; both hand were in his crotch cupping his balls and holding his penis, cum oozing out the tip. The glass looked like a water balloon filled with cum had hit it, and Amy was on the other side, the coed with the shaved cunt and a bodysuit that covered everything but hid nothing. His temples, armpits and back were wet, and the smell of semen and sweat filled his nostrils.
How could he have done this in front of her? His conscience, formed many years ago by parents and pulpit, came down hard. He turned to the side away from Amy and groped for his trousers. His cock had not yet had time to wilt, so he had to painfully bend the still massive organ and forcefully stuff it in his briefs. He did not notice Amy's avid stare.
"Wow! I didn't even take off my clothes yet. I told you it was a good show," Amy remarked smugly. "Hey, wait!" she cried when she saw her professor moving toward the door before he had even put his clothes back together. "Can't you stay around for a while? I have a special show to do later, but after you can drive me home. I don't want to take a cab."
Bob heard her muffled voice through the glass, but he couldn't bring himself to turn around and look at the girl. But wait, she said something about taking her home?
"I could do that, if you want," he said hesitantly over his shoulder.
"Great," Amy replied and gave the glass a kick to get him to turn around. "See you later," she said, her fingers pulling her stiff nipples through the yellow fabric. | 1 |
628 | Dream | "...She was wearing something pink, or off-white. All that I remember was the jacket I was wearing was a tweed sport coat. We walked into the house and headed for the bedroom. It was at the top of a small staircase and overlooked the living room. The bed was to the right and must have been 20' x 20'. It was covered with loose white cotton sheets and almost a dozen overstuffed pillows..."
"...I woke up in her arms. We were intertwined like pasta. I kissed her, and she murmured. I slipped out of bed, put on my coat, and walked down the stairs and out the door."
"...Upon my return, I headed directly for the elevated bedroom. For some reason, I was looking straight down on the bed, from the ceiling. She was completely nude and lying in the middle of the bed. The bed was white, her hair was blonde, and her skin was slightly tan. There were no pillows or blankets around her. She was a monolith of beauty amidst a sea of pale. The next thing I know, I have lost my vantage point of the ceiling, and I am next to her, unclothed. My lips upon hers awaken her. I passionately kiss her and move from her mouth to her ears and throat. My lips trail down her chest, and I caress each breast and nipple with my tongue. Slowly, I tire of this and gently start snaking further south. My hands are on her thighs. My mouth feels the slight peach fuzz below her navel, and I follow it. Down." | 1 |
635 | Wheelchair Sex | "Don't bother!" Melanie snapped when I offered to help her inside her apartment. "You've done your charity work for this evening!"
It had been that way ever since I had made that remark at eight, right after dinner. By nine o'clock, I was more than ready to take her home. She hadn't exactly been a ray of sunshine, but I could understand that it was a rough thing for a twenty-year-old girl to be confined to a wheelchair. But even cutting her some slack, I'd had enough of her bitching and acid remarks to last a lifetime.
"Just what the hell is your problem?" I glared at her, and wheelchair or no wheelchair, I was ready to smack her a good one.
"Problem?" she sneered. "Oh, it's no problem. I don't mind that my sister paid you to take poor, old, crippled me to dinner."
"Damnit," I bit, "I didn't say she paid me. I just said that I had to borrow some money. But it wasn't from your sister."
What I had tried to tell her over after-dinner coffee was that the whole date was turning out to be a lot of fun - for me anyway.
"Meaning just what?" she asked, her attitude softening slightly.
"Meaning I thought the date was worth having to borrow some money. I don't get my unemployment check 'til next Friday and I didn't want to postpone our date. Does that come clear to you now?"
"I suppose," she allowed, "but I know you wanted to dance and of course I can't."
"Naw," I shrugged, "I'm not that good of a dancer, really."
"And my sister didn't use any pressure on you to take me out?"
I had to draw a fine line at that point. Her sister, Jamie, had suggested that I take Melanie out, but the only persuasion she had used was to tell me that Melanie had a terrible crush on me.
When Jamie suggested I date her sister, I might not have gone for it, but at that time I really needed the ego shot of having a pretty girl - even one in a wheelchair - with a crush on me. My fiancee of two years had just up and bolted on me, making me look like a jerk by running off to Las Vegas with my boss and so I basically lost both job and girl. Besides, I thought that Melanie looked a lot like that old movie actress, Dorris Day, and that wasn't half bad in the looks department.
"She mentioned that you liked to date," I said cautiously. "I just broke up with my girl and I'm not attached or anything, so I was interested."
"Really interested?" she asked, looking at me with a skeptical expression. "Not many guys rush to date a girl in a wheelchair. So you're just killing time until you find a new girl?"
"Maybe not," I said firmly. "Did it ever cross your mind that you're a very pretty girl?"
She looked at me for a moment, then said, "I used to be, before the accident. But don't bullshit me about how you don't mind me being crippled and everything."
Whew, what an attitude. It wasn't my job description to repair her damaged ego, but I felt I had to try. Besides, I was fed up enough to give it to her straight about her crappy, self-pitying attitude.
"Oh, yeah? Crippled? Sure, I guess you are, but just how handicapped are you, huh? I mean, you look pretty good to me, and all the right parts seem to be there, so except for the fact you can't dance or maybe play a set of tennis, I'd guess you're a whole woman."
"How would you know?" she snapped. "Maybe I can't feel a damn thing down below. Maybe it's no fun for a guy to . . . lie on top of a dead piece of flesh."
So she had tried sex since the car wreck. I caught myself feeling sorry for her, but then I asked, "It that the only way, or the only time, you tried to have sex?"
My blunt question stunned her into momentary silence. She stared at me with her mouth slightly open.
"We do the best we can," I told her quickly, "and there is more than one way to skin a cat as they say."
She got her voice back to say, "Oh, yeah? Just how long do you think some normal guy is gonna settle for . . . half sex from a girl in a wheel chair?"
"What do you call 'half-sex'?"
"This conversation is getting out of hand," she said tiredly, turning away. "Please help me inside and then you can go." I thought I saw a tear forming at the corner of her blue eye.
I opened the door and pushed her inside, but once there, I didn't rush to get away. I had become darned curious as to just what a person in a wheelchair could actually do about sex. She wanted me to go, but I hung around for a while, just rapping with her, trying to get her to open up.
Finally, she looked up at me with a defiant expression. "You want to find out, don't you?"
"I'd be real curious," I said easily. "Hell, don't you think that I think you're darned cute. So if I can make out with you, I sure will."
She stared at me for a long time, examining my face to see if I was putting her on or not. I guess some guys might get a kinky thrill out of screwing - or whatever - a women in wheelchair, but it was just that for me. I had really found her nice to be with before the bitterness had set in.
Finally, Melanie nodded. "Okay, damnit, turn the lights down and make sure the door is locked."
I did as she asked, and by the time I got back to her, she had removed her blouse and brassiere, and I saw that her belt was undone and the first couple of buttons of her jeans were unfastened.
"We can't be all coy about it," she told me. "It takes some cooperation, so if you'll stop gaping at my boobs for a minute and take off your pants, we can get going here."
She was too darned matter of fact about it, but even so the sight of her surprisingly full and well-shaped breasts with their wide areolae got a very positive response from me. Still, her cut-and-dried manner reminded me of a ten-dollar streetwalker and I didn't like it a lot. I knelt down next to her chair and, trying to ignore her bare upper body, kissed her.
"I'm kinda shy," I grinned when we broke apart, "so you gotta go easy about getting me turned on. I have to be kissed and maybe fooled with a little before I go jumping into bed with a girl. Okay?"
That got a laugh out of her and she eased up. We kissed a few more times - she kissed pretty good too - and after a bit I was exploring those nice boobs, kneading them, lightly pinching the large nipples and then kissing on them. Melanie's breathing told me she was beginning to warm some so I ran my hand down her chest to her belly, and then to the zipper of her jeans. She stopped me.
"Wait," she whispered. "I'd like to do something before we get naked, okay."
She repeated her request for me to take off my trousers and this time I did. I felt just a little awkward standing there in front of her chair, stripped from the waist, with my half-hard arching out, but she touched my leg, indicating that I should move closer, and following her lead, I ended up straddling the arms of her wheelchair with my pecker hanging just above the upper swell of her tits. She smiled up at me and as I tried to settle down on the arms of her chair, she began to stroke my cock. Her hand was warm and soft, and nimble and pretty soon I was swollen to full hardness. Melanie licked her palm and took a firmer grip on my turgid organ. One, two, three long, slow strokes and my gut began to warm and tighten, and then she leaned forward slightly to open her soft, wet mouth over the ridged crown of my aroused penis. God, her mouth was heavenly! I don't know how much experience she'd had before the accident, but she sure knew what she was doing right then. As my belly began to do a drumbeat, heralding my approaching orgasm, and I could feel her tongue raking and tickling the underside of my cock, just at the sensitive area below the head.
"Ohh, Baby," I warned, "I'm getting pretty worked up."
Melanie stopped sucking long enough to give a sexy, throaty laugh. "Oh? Well now, that's good. Do you think you might want to come or something?" She gave the shaft of my cock a squeeze.
"Yeah, damnit! And unless you want a mouthful, you'd better watch out."
"Hm. Well it might be kinda fun but it would be messy if I let it go all over my chest, so maybe I should just swallow it. Is that okay with you?"
By way of an answer, I shoved my hips forward. She laughed again and pressed down on the tip of my cock, letting off and then watching it spring back up.
"Hm, yes, he is just about ready," she chuckled. Then sucked me with a renewed gusto, using her hand as well and bringing me to a hard boil in seconds. I let go, gushing into her busy mouth in squirt after squirt, and as good as her promise, Melanie gulped it down, her throat working quickly as she accepted the pulses of white, sticky male essence, rolling down her throat.She kept on gently sucking and licking until I was quivering with sweet agony, and she had drawn every last drop of semen virile from me.
My legs wouldn't hold me, so I sank to the carpet beside her chair, drawing hard for breath and trying to get my head back on straight.
"Jesus Christ!" I gasped. "That was fantastic."
"Now you know," Melanie said with only a trace of bitterness in her tone.
"Yeah, I guess so," I responded. "But that was the 'half' part, right? So now, just what would you like from me?"
She stared at me, surprised, then bemused. Finally, she said, "Can you get it hard again?"
"After a bit, probably," I told her honestly. "In the meantime, why don't we find a bed and get more comfortable?"
She seemed to consider for a moment, then nodded. As I pushed her toward the bedroom, she said, "I ought to warn you that I'm sort of, ah, limp from the waist down. You may have to do a lot for me until I'm actually in the bed."
"No problem," I said with more confidence than I really was feeling.
I had to be pretty cool about lifting her onto the bed, undressing her the rest of the way, and turning down the covers for her. Her lower body was limp and pale and soft, compared to her upper parts, but the important thing was to find out just how much she was able to feel down there.
For starters, once we were cuddled up in her queen-sized bed, I ran my hands over her body, gradually moving downward to touch her upper legs and then her pubic curls.
"Let me know what you feel," I asked.
"I can feel that," she advised me, "but I don't think I can get awfully wet right away."
"Uh, just where does the feeling end?"
"I got hit just above my knees," she told me, "so my lower legs don't work worth a damn. There was some damage higher up as well, so I have trouble with my back sometimes."
"Well, that's good," I said. "I mean that's good you could feel it if I were to go down there and kiss around."
"You don't have to do that," she protested.
"No, but I'd like to," I told her.
She went stiff, and her hands fluttered nervously around my head for a bit, and she tried to pull me up, but once I'd gotten into a good position, moved her thighs apart and spread her outer labiae with my thumbs, she gave up and went along with it. The trouble wasn't so much her injury, it seemed, but her attitude about being a cripple. I suspected that she had given a blow job to other guys, but I doubted that any had returned the favor, let alone stick a cock into her. I intended to do both before I was finished with her.
She was a little musky, but not bad, and my first, tentative lick along her outer lips tasted strong. But I got used to it quickly, so by the time she got puffy down there and began to get a little wet, I didn't have a problem with her female essence. I used my tongue and lips on her, and after a while, I was rewarded with soft moans from above and a moist, flowery opening down below.
"Can you feel that okay?"
"Yes," she sighed. "A little bit anyway." When I hesitated, she said, "No, please don't quit. Even if I can't feel everything, it still feels kind of nice."
I went back to her sopping crotch. Her upper body was lifting, and her hips were stirring a little when I quit eating her out and slipped upward to lie close to her.
"You about ready?" I asked, smiling at her.
"I don't know how good it will be, but, please, let's try!"
"I'm gonna go for it, but I need to know if you are using any birth control."
"Oh, God," she whispered, "I'm not. I didn't even think about it."
I leaned over and pulled a condom from my pocket, hoping she wouldn't resent the fact that I was so prepared. I always carried at least one, but girls seem to get upset when they discover I do. I knelt on the bed to roll the safety onto my blooming erection as Melanie watched me intently.
"Want to help?" I grinned.
She demurred, but at my urging, she finally did, giggling as she awkwardly rolled the latex down over my very ready organ. I began to wonder how much sexual experience she'd had prior to the accident.
I moved over on top of her, and she helped by guiding my reborn erection to her darkly fringed crotch. I had to push her legs apart again, and then pull her knee up, but once I got down on her and pressed the head of my cock into her slightly dry vagina, things got easier. The lubrication on the condom helped. I took several slow and gentle strokes, testing the waters, so to say, feeling her become looser and a little wetter, and then bracing on my elbows as she held her arms around my neck, I began to ride on her with a gentle rhythm.
The second fuck is always slower and less urgent, so it was no trouble to go easy on her. I stayed relaxed, taking the time to enjoy her growing response. She may have worried about it, but getting right down to it, she was every bit as good as many non-crippled girls. There's no such thing as a bad fuck, and some are even better.
Her breath was beginning to whistle in my ear, and I could feel the sweat beginning to pop out on her chest and sides, so I asked her, "Mel, Honey, are you getting close?"
"I don't know," she whimpered. "I'm not sure I can, so you just go ahead."
"Just relax," I told her. "You just tell me when you want it."
I took up a quicker pace, humping her with longer, faster strokes, and I was almost at the breaking point when she finally whispered for me to do it. I did, plunging into her without holding back, the bed bouncing and her legs flopping as I came, bursting into the condom to swell the tip with my eager sperm.
The downside of using a latex safety is that once you've come, it gets risky to keep on pumping on a woman, and you have to call a halt. I was still about half hard then as I grasped the base of the rubber and eased out of her. I couldn't really tell if she had climaxed, but she certainly had seemed to enjoy it when I came. As I came up to my knees, looking for a good place to dispose of the used condom, Melanie surprised me by taking the soggy thing from my hand and gazing at the stuff sloshing around in the end of it.
"Looks like a lot," she commented.
"Thanks," I replied.
"Did you ever get a girl pregnant?"
"Not that I know of, thank heavens. I guess I'm pretty careful."
"Hm. Have you ever tasted your own stuff?"
It was a hell of a question, and of course I replied that I hadn't.
Melanie did a strange thing then. She turned the condom upside down and let the semen dribble out all over her breasts and stomach. She smeared it around on her body and then looked up at me with a peculiar gleam in her wide eyes.
"We can wipe it off, or you can lick it off, either way."
She was handing me a very erotic challenge, and I accepted it. I began to lick up the semen from her boobs and then her belly, repressing my natural gag reflex and trying not to taste it, when I realized that Melanie was acting funny. She was breathing fast and groaning softly, her upper body arching into my moving tongue. She was orgasming, getting off from my licking my own virile slime from her body. She let out one long, low groan, went rigid, and then relaxed.
I had to ask: "Holy cow, woman! Is that how you really get off?"
Melanie shrugged, looking slightly embarrassed. "I don't know. I've never done anything like that before. It just seemed like, uh, something real sexy to do, so I asked you."
The sexy little bitch! Up to that point, it had been fun, and maybe something I wouldn't mind doing again, but after that, I knew that I had to be with her again and again.
"Do you think you could come any other way?"
"I don't know," she replied. "I'd like to go on the Pill though because I'd like to have your gooey old stuff go right up in me, even if I can't feel it."
So maybe the other guys wonder why I'm going steady with a girl who rides around in a wheelchair; but I don't give a damn, and they don't have to know why. Maybe Melanie can't dance, or can't move her bottom parts so well, or have a climax the usual way, but man, when we're in bed, that woman can suck the life out of me and beg for more. She loves my semen in her, on her, all over her, or anyway at all, and that brings her to a sizzling climax every time. | 3 |
643 | An End to Loneliness | "I had a wonderful time, Warren," she said as they walked up the front steps and approached the mansion's door arm in arm. She smiled radiantly, and her violet eyes sparkled in the moonlight.
"Me too, Betsy. What's not to love about an enchanting evening of dining and dancing on the rooftops of New York City with the most beautiful British/Asian ninja telepath in the world?" he smirked.
"No mean feat, considering I'm the only one we know of, Mr. Charmer," she slapped him on the shoulder. "Surely you can do better than that!"
"Okay, okay, the most beautiful *woman* in the world," he amended. She looked skeptical for a moment, then smiled again.
"Would you object if I were to probe your mind to verify the truth of that statement?" she challenged, grinning wryly.
"Not at all..." Warren answered without hesitation.
"Then I don't _have_ to. That's the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me," she crooned and planted an electric kiss on his lips. He pulled her closer, returning the kiss passionately, their bodies ground together, and his loins tingled with a hot, maddening sensation. He felt a pang of regret as they broke apart. He reached into his pocket and fished out his key. He opened the door and invited Betsy to enter with a bow of the head and a sweeping gesture with his arm. She nodded in acquiescence and stepped into the foyer ahead of him.
They ascended the stairs to the second floor. At the top, Warren stood and looked at her awkwardly. He blushed a little, which created an interesting effect on his light blue skin. He didn't know how to proceed and felt like such an adolescent for it. He felt that he was getting all kinds of signals from Betsy all night, but hadn't been with a woman in two years; since his last long-time girlfriend Candy Southern was murdered as he watched helplessly, and they'd been serious for nearly six years. He didn't have sex with Charlotte Jones during their short relationship, as the right time never presented itself. So it had been almost eight years since he'd been in the position of first sexual encounter with a new lover!
If Betsy was picking up any of this, she showed no sign. She just kissed him on the cheek and turned on her heel towards the left and the women's dormitories, sparing him a backwards glance and a wink. She sauntered off, as Warren was left to gape stupidly, watching her ass as it shifted beneath her slinky red evening gown before she disappeared around the corner, and wonder what the hell happened.
"Damn!" he whispered through clenched teeth. He shrugged his shoulders and shook his head slightly in disappointment. Then he proceeded to follow Betsy halfway down the hall, taking a right just beyond the stairway to Ororo's attic, through the galley and into the bath and dressing rooms.
He flicked on the light and began to undress, neatly folding his tuxedo and setting it aside. Warren took slight notice of the hard-on he was sporting. His nine-inch blue penis stood proudly up and out from his short bush of groomed, sharply contrasting blond pubic hair. He chastised himself inwardly, he hadn't been with a woman in two years, but still styled his pubic hair out of the force of habit that he'd made as a millionaire playboy. He was a compulsive groomer. He turned on the water in the shower and stepped inside. Warren sighed heavily and tried to relax and let the tension be washed away by the water rushing over his smoothly muscled body, and be carried down the drain.
It wasn't working.
Betsy had him so worked up that he could have just grabbed her and fucked them both senseless right there on the front steps. He chuckled a little, the Professor wouldn't be likely to appreciate that. Plus, Bobby could be back from Long Island with Rogue any time, a visit with his parents never lasted very long. Warren tried to imagine Bobby and Rogue profusely excusing themselves and stepping over and around he and Betsy's twisting, grunting, sweating bodies.
Imagining this little scene wasn't helping him cool down any. Warren was lathering his hair and looked back down at his unebbing erection, he considered a moment and then closed his soapy fist around the massive organ and began to masturbate. He slid his slick fist furiously up and down his shaft and fantasized about Betsy until, standing on his toes with his arched back to the steaming water, he came, spilling out copious amounts of jizz from his aching, purple head.
*That* was working. No substitute for Betsy's flesh, but it got rid of that maddening hard-on and loosened him up a bit. Besides, Warren was no stranger to jacking off during this two year, *and counting*, he thought with melancholy, dry spell.
He finished his shower and dried himself off. He proceeded to the adjoining dressing rooms and found his bathrobe among the rest of the team's robes and a stockpile of standard blue and gold training uniforms. He put it on, picked up his tuxedo, and proceeded back through the galley, down the hall, past the staircase to the first floor and the foyer, and to the men's dormitory wing. As he approached the door to his room, he noticed that it was slightly ajar. Battle-honed suspicion kicked into high gear, he dropped the tux and squinted his eagle-sharp eyes. Fully tensed and ready to unfurl his deadly wings, he twisted into a stance from which he could slam the door wide open with a powerful side kick.
<Warren,> the gentle telepathic voice reached him and calm flowed through his mind and body, stopping him in mid-kick. But the adrenaline didn't stop pumping into his system as he recognized the voice and realized what it must mean. He opened the door and turned the dimmer knob above the light switch, illuminating the room in a soft glow.
Betsy sat stark naked at the edge of his four-poster bed, her left leg dangling over the side and the other tucked up under her. Her hands rested on her left knee, which caused her arms to press her enormous breasts together, creating an amazingly sensual effect.
*Warren, my boy,* he thought to himself, *you're gonna get laid after all,* and unconsciously closed the door behind him.Betsy giggled a little with laughter like the tinkling of bells and said, "How perceptive you are, Mr. Worthington," as she slid off the bed's satin comforter, making a small swishing noise. She stood tall, and Warren marveled at her voluptuous yet athletic body. Smooth, flawless bronze skin, shapely limbs, a flat belly slightly rippled with the faint suggestion of feminine abs, large breasts with plum nipples that complemented her darkish skin beautifully, an elegant Asian face that managed to carry and suggest her British-born aristocracy in a unique effect, and flowing lustrous deep purple hair. Warren noticed that her little triangle of pubic hair was purple as well, meaning that while Betsy Braddock was blond by birth, Kwannon's exotic hair color must have been natural.
Warren gulped and licked his lips in a nervous gesture, a sticky sweat popped up on his brow, and he trembled slightly as Betsy strode toward him confidently, heaving her chest with deep breaths - a no doubt intentional effect. She reached out to him, placing one hand on his shoulder and the other on the base of his neck, and pulled herself to him, mashing herself against his body and fiercely kissing him. She finessed the folds of his robe open with her knees, and, positioning her left leg between his legs and her right leg alongside the outside of his left leg, she began to grind her crotch against his left hip. Lifting her left leg to his crotch, she began to rub his balls with it.
Warren's eyes bulged, and his heartbeat became erratic, thumping in his chest and temples so hard he thought he might pass out. She had sucked his tongue into her mouth and was rolling hers around it, *she was <chewing> on his tongue!*, alternating between little nips at the tip with her incisors and grinding it lightly between her molars. Warren gasped deeply, forgetting to breathe through his nose, and almost choked. Betsy sent a telepathic cascade of laughter, like a babbling brook, across his mind. She continued to suck his face, tickling the roof of his mouth and licking his teeth for a while before she began to close her mouth, forcing his to close with it by sucking the air out of him. A loud, astoundingly dry, smacking sound was produced when both their lips came together, and the seal was broken.
Warren let out a nervous laugh, little "huh" sounds between gasps for breath. "Wow," he whispered sincerely with glazed eyes. Betsy untied his robe and pushed it over his shoulders so that it dropped off his body. She put her hands on his hips and lowered to her knees. *Good Lord!* he thought, his head spinning, *The <kiss> almost got me off!*
Betsy cradled his genitals in her hands, cupping his sack in her palms and holding his stiff member between her thumbs. She massaged his nuts and gently kissed the head of his cock, wetting it with saliva. She tilted it upward and flattened her tongue onto his balls, slowly running it up the underside of his shaft and, upon reaching the end, swiftly gulped down his entire penis, tightened her lips snugly around the base of his dick, and slowly retreated to the head, which she began to polish with her tongue. Then she licked the side of his cock in a back and forth motion before taking it back into her mouth and continued to give him the best head of his life, sucking, licking, and nibbling him into new heights of ecstasy.
"Wait," he panted, heavily setting his hand on her head when he was teetering on the edge of an orgasm. She disengaged and stood, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand. He was beginning to get over his initial shock and befuddlement and was ready to take a more confident and active role. He took her by the waist and guided her to the bed. He lifted her into his arms and slid onto the bed, setting her down with her head on the pillows. He opened her legs and sat between them with his legs folded under him.
She was so beautiful, lying naked on red satin, one arm lay slightly crooked at her side, the other bent in a right angle, lying palm upward. Her eyes were closed, and her lips were slightly parted. Her head was tilted to one side, stretching her elegant long neck. Warren was drawn to that neck; he bent down and kissed it gently. She smelled of tropical flowers, light and sweet. He trailed kisses down her body, lingering on her breasts and belly. He was forced to untuck his legs and lie flat as he moved downward.
Now he was propped on his elbows between her silky thighs, his face only inches in front of her pussy. He reached out and placed two fingers on the soft folds of her labia, which were the same plum color of her nipples, and spread them open to reveal the glistening pink within. He touched the tip of his tongue to that pink flesh, capturing the salty tang of her juices. Betsy moaned slightly. Warren clamped his mouth onto her mound and forced his tongue inside of her, slithering it along her petal-like folds and grinding her clitoris. Betsy writhed and twisted. As Warren continued his oral ministrations, she reached her first climax and began to thrash around so hard he could hardly keep his lips affixed, so he slid his arms under her legs and locked them around her thighs. He rose to his knees, lifting her hips and leaving only her head and shoulders still in contact with the bed, he pressed on with determination, relentlessly licking and sucking and pulling at her folds with his lips. She came noisily again, and he was spurred on by her reaction and the musky smell of her fluids. Less than a minute later, she came a third time, and he stopped eating her out and set her down.
Betsy lay there catching her breath, covered in a glistening sheen of sweat, her chest and abdomen heaving. Warren leaned over and kissed her on the mouth once before inserting his dick between her wet and swollen pussy lips and into her tight channel with a low grunt. He rammed it in to the hilt, until he felt his sack come to rest between her buttocks. He was instantly enraptured by the hot sensation and saw double for a moment. He didn't really realize how much he missed this and was struck all at once by overwhelming passion, love for Betsy, and joy at their sharing this, and bittersweet memories of Candy.
Taken by a brilliant spontaneous and exciting whim, he lifted Betsy's shoulders up, crossing his arms behind her back. He pressed her to his chest and rolled the two of them over. He sat up, scooted over to the edge of the bed, and stood, holding Betsy off the ground by pressing one arm across her back and supporting her under the ass with the other, all the while managing to keep himself deep inside of her. Betsy squealed a little with surprise by this sudden and swift movement, reflexively grabbing his shoulders and wrapping her legs around his hips to keep from falling.
"What are you..?" she stammered, staring at him with a look of confusion. He just smiled broadly at her and didn't answer. He disabled the security on his windows by entering his code on the remote control that lay on the nightstand. He proceeded to the window, bracing her against the sill for a moment while he threw it open.
"Don't scream, please," he asked her quietly, "We've already made too much racket," he grinned and pushed forward, sending them tumbling into the night.
"Warren!" she yelped, her eyes widening impossibly as she clutched him crushingly tight. "Are you crayzeeeeeeee?!" she hissed; to her credit, very quietly as they plunged from the second-story window. Warren spread his wings wide and arched upward at the last second, Betsy's hair brushed the lawn as their momentum was redirected. They shot upward at a nauseating velocity, Warren giggling to himself at Betsy's expression. Her teeth were clenched, and her eyes were shut tightly, a tear escaped from the corner of an eye and swiftly ran down her cheek, dragged by the "G" forces.
Warren stopped climbing and began to hover. Betsy shivered against him, looking ill, and cautiously opened her eyes. He began to laugh heartily.
"*You* _bastard!_" she exclaimed. He stopped laughing and looked her dead in the eyes solemnly.
"Oh, come on, Betsy! Look around you and try to tell me you don't want to be here," as he spoke, his eyes swept the sky and came to rest looking down at the mansion. Her eyes followed his. She looked at the mansion, seeming small below them, then over to the horizon and the forested Appalachian mountains, bathed in the soft moonlight. She gasped slightly and smiled, her face softening and her stifling grip loosening. The starry fall nights of urban Westchester in the New York highlands were always gorgeous, but infinitely more so from this altitude.
"Oh, Warren! I haven't flown since I was Captain Britain! It's been so long... two lifetimes ago, it seems... since I've experienced the freedom and wonder of the skies!"
"You're forgiven," she breathed and kissed him deeply.
Warren, having kept still inside her for so long, began to pump his hips slowly, sliding his organ in and out in long, sensuous strokes. He held her tightly to him, burying his face in her neck and hair as she twined her legs around his and stroked and kneaded his buttocks. They screwed in a vertical position, bobbing up and down slightly against a backdrop of stars as he flapped his wings sporadically.The heat of their bodies quickly rose to protect them against the chilly autumn night.
After a few minutes, Warren reoriented them, turning so that they were horizontal, with Betsy hanging underneath. He held her legs to his sides, and she hooked her arms under his armpits and gripped his shoulders from behind. Confident that she wouldn't fall, he began to fly, soaring over the estate's grounds. He proceeded toward the mountains and the jet hangar, pistoning furiously and grunting while they kissed and licked all over each other's faces, throats, and ears.
Soon, Betsy came, spasming violently. Warren had never seen a woman react to an orgasm like she did! He was worried about one of them losing their grip, so he rolled them over so that he was facing the sky and turned back towards the estate. Betsy regained her composure and sat up, balancing across his hips and bracing her hands against his shoulders as he closed his on her waist.
She began to ride him, moving in sync with his thrusts as though they were choreographed, as if one was an extension of the other. Warren noticed that they were passing Scott and Jean's place and soon were over Breakstone Lake, when Betsy suddenly straightened bolt upright. She swayed back and forth, stroking her breasts and trailing her hands up her neck into her hair, pulling it up above her head and licking her lips. She looked so ethereally beautiful to Warren, her face, breasts, and belly bathed in luminescent moonlight. She was positively aglow! Warren gazed at her long and hard, his eyes caressing her soft form, over the contours of her body. He looked past his sweaty pecs and abs to their joined regions.
He watched his cock as it plunged in and out of her and felt the inevitable climax building, he moaned and growled as Betsy panted and squealed, she was going to come too. He drew her back down to him and steeled himself for it. Suddenly, he felt Betsy in his mind and became disoriented by strange, alien sensations that were coming to him. He struggled to understand and realized that she was linking them, allowing him to experience what she was feeling! He felt like he was going to burst as she synchronized and shared their orgasms, literally doubling the staggering sensation. All reality seemed to explode and fall apart around him, his groin burned with the white-hot ecstasy of the senses-shattering super orgasm. Warren's muscles locked, and his eyes bulged, he howled out loud and lost control of his wings. They dropped from the sky like a stone and landed in the lake's cove with a splash.
Warren was shocked by how cold the water felt against his hot skin and swallowed a lot of water before surfacing. He was barely able to tread water, his muscles felt like jelly. He scanned the water, searching for Betsy. There she was, sputtering and coughing. He doggy-paddled over to her.
"Are you alright?" he asked. She nodded with one last cough and smiled mischievously, flicking her eyebrows upward twice rapidly, as if to say "you like?" "That was un-*fucking*-be*lieve*able!" he answered to her silent query, "Pardon the pun."
"Of course," she nodded her head toward the shore and began to swim away. Warren stared, wondering where she got the energy to move that fast. Then he began to follow and was surprised that his strength was rapidly recovering.
She reached the beach, halfway between Scott and Jean's cottage and the cove's peninsula, before him. She crawled a little way inland and rolled over onto her back, propped herself up on her hands and lifted her knees. She began to slowly open and close them. Warren rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue, she was absolutely relentless!
He crawled up to her and, since he wouldn't be able to get hard again for about fifteen minutes, he took one of her breasts into both of his hands and leaned over to close his mouth around the nipple. He began to suck forcefully and nip at it as he ran his right hand down her abdomen and laid his palm against her pubic hair, stroking her labia and clitoris gently with his middle finger. He worked open the folds with his index and ring fingers, and inserted his middle, followed by his index, into her vagina. Betsy shuddered and groaned as he stroked up and down, by approaching the pussy from above and arching the fingers into the channel, the clitoris was constantly stimulated, when coming at it from ahead would completely miss it. By her reaction, Betsy obviously appreciated the technique.
She ground her pelvis into the sand, thrashing her head back and forth as he noisily sucked her breasts and furiously fingered her. She reached down and took Warren's limp penis into her hands, brushing it between her fingers and thumb until it was erect. She closed her fist around it just as she came, squeezing it painfully. Warren gritted his teeth until it was over, and she began to slowly stroke it as if she were milking a cow; pinching the base between thumb and forefinger and pulling down. Shortly, she came again, her pussy was becoming quite slick, and Warren was wearing his arm out by fingerfucking her so quickly. When she climaxed a third time, he felt his drawing close.
<Spray my tits,> he received the telepathic order. He frowned slightly. Being the cultured gentleman he was, he found splattering a woman slightly distasteful and disrespectful. Making her swallow was absolutely unforgivable, that's why he told her to stop when she was blowing him. But, she was requesting it, so he was willing to do as she said. He rose to his knees, and she propped herself on one elbow, taking his cock in her hand and giving a final few jerks. He breathed harshly through his teeth, squirting on her gigantic bosom. She held onto his spasming dick, and laughing with delight and aiming it like a firehose, she coated her tits. She aimed it just below the base of her throat most of the time, allowing the jizz to run down her cleavage, some of it oozed down her belly and collected in her navel. Warren gaped at the incredible amount of glistening semen that was glazing her mountainous breasts. She laid back down on the sand.
<Fuck them,> she ordered, pressing the heels of her hands on the sides of her breasts and rubbing them together.
"But I just..." he protested. She cut him off by shaking her head and gesturing at his still-erect member. He was astounded, his cock was showing no signs of becoming flaccid, it was still as hard as ever. He wondered how the hell that could be, then figured it must be Betsy's doing. Mastery of the brain is mastery of the central nervous system. She was preventing the inevitable "crash" that was part of coming down from an orgasm, a fair comparison being how a drug user's system crashes when coming down from a high. *This* was a pleasant utilization of telepathic abilities he'd never thought of before!
He straddled her stomach and inserted his penis between her slippery tits. He began to pump, and she squeezed his tool tight between her breasts, alternating between grinding them in a circular motion and sliding them to mirror his thrusts. The sensations were very pleasant, the softness of her plump breasts, the sticky tackiness of his come, and the warmth the friction created. He removed his hands from his hips and began to tweak her nipples, circling the bumpy areolas with the pads of his fingertips and pinching and pulling the nipples gently. He continued to piston for only a couple more minutes when he felt his climax approaching, much sooner than usual. He guessed that if given the chance, men's orgasms happened closer together as they continued to have them, just as women do. Women are capable of having multiple orgasms after prolonged stimulation, orgasms so close together that you can hardly tell them apart. With Betsy, Warren could have multiple orgasms! He would have to try that sometime, and shelved the thought away. He threw his head back in the air, moaning and grunting as he came, the ejaculate spraying out from between her tits and drenching her lips, chin, and neck. Betsy was laughing again, she just loved to be coated in a man's juices. Warren guessed that one of his old habits was about to change while he was partnered with her.
Warren stood, and Betsy reached for his hand. He took it and helped to pull her up. She stepped back a couple of paces from him, that disturbing little grin was back. Warren was wondering what the hell she was up to when she scooped some of the jizz off of her body and smeared her palm into his face playfully. Before he had the chance to yell and freak out, wipe his face and spit, she smashed her body against his. Holding him in a tight bear hug, she licked his face and kissed him, forcing her messy tongue into his mouth. Though it was surprisingly tasteless, he was still pretty grossed out. *She really loves this stuff,* he thought to himself. Suddenly, she released his mouth and tackled him into the water, making him forget all about her little trick as they wrestled and played around in the lake. They horsed around like teenagers, splashing and dunking each other, laughing and making idle threats.
After about fifteen minutes, Betsy made for the shore, and Warren gave chase. He reached the beach only a few steps behind her and sprinted, knocking her to the sand. They necked for a little while, and Betsy ended up lying halfway on top of him, her head on his chest as he stroked and ran his fingers through her drying hair."I love you, Betsy," he whispered and kissed the top of her head. Warren felt her cheek pull upward into a smile, and she snuggled closer against him.
"I love you too," he heard her say as he drifted off to sleep.
A little more than three hours later, Warren awoke. He squinted against the light of the sunrise and stretched, yawning. Then his eyes snapped open as he realized that they had fallen asleep on the beach. "*Shit!* Betsy!" he shouted, shaking her.
"What?" she moaned groggily, annoyed. Then her eyes flew open, and she sat up, her eyes flicking back and forth to confirm their location. "*Shit!*" she hissed.
"I already said that," Warren quipped, standing up and brushing the sand off his naked body and shaking out his hair. Betsy did the same. "C'mon," he said, holding out his arms. She went to him, and he picked her up. He covered the distance between the lake and the mansion, flying low, at an altitude about equal to his height. They reached the wing that held the men's dormitory, and Warren's window was directly above and still open. They were standing in front of the window to Professor Xavier's office. Warren happened to glance inside and noticed a gathering. He quickly shot upward to the second floor, hoping that they weren't spotted. He set Betsy on the window sill, and she climbed in; he followed. "What's going on down there?" he asked.
"The Professor has summoned Hank, Scott, Ororo, Jean, Bishop, and Bobby. They must be briefing for a mission," she answered. He picked his robe up off the floor and handed it to her.
"Here, get back to your room with this. I hope Charles didn't want either of us for the assignment, so that no one's looking for us," he paused. "I noticed, none of your clothes are in here. You came here like that?"
"Yes, I scanned everyone but you as being asleep, and I expected you to be in here. I thought that coming to your door naked would be fun," she smiled, putting on the robe. "I was inspired by your comment last night that we should 'cut to the chase'," she quoted.
There was a knock at the door, "Hey, buddy," it was Bobby's voice. Warren and Betsy froze. The door swung open as Bobby continued, "Are you gettin' up or wha... ohboy," he whispered, staring at Betsy. Warren, though he was the one who was still naked, stepped in front of her.
"I..." Bobby stammered, averting his eyes, "The Prof sent me to..." Betsy moved around Warren and brushed past Bobby.
"Drake, *get the hell out of here!*" Warren snarled, turning him by the shoulders and pushing him out the door. Warren took a step into the hall and heard Rogue's voice.
"There you are, Betsy," she was saying, "me an' Remy were just looking for you in your room," sure enough, Remy was right behind her as usual. It was sickening, the way he tailed her every move. He made eye contact with Warren and covered his mouth, snickering. Then Rogue saw him too. She blushed and turned her back, swiftly proceeding toward the stairs. Remy opened his mouth to say something rude, and Rogue barked "Gambit!". He dropped it and followed her, stealing a backward glance to Warren, he winked and gave him a "thumbs up."
Warren covered his face with his hand and retreated into his room, slamming the door. *Even without Jubilee around, this will spread,* he thought, plopping onto his bed. He smiled, *But given the chance, I wouldn't have changed a thing.*
<Betsy sent> *Me neither, luv.* This was the beginning of a beautiful relationship. No more brooding in solitary for Warren, Apocalypse was months dead, and Warren had met a woman to pull him out of the darkness he'd allowed himself to grow comfortable in. It was no longer enough, and he was ready to rejoin the land of the living. Pushed into action by Jubilee's biting words, he'd allowed himself to love again.
And he'd never felt so good in his life.
-The End- | 1 |
689 | Crossed Wires | "Chris, you're positively leering!" Donna scolded.
I tried to hide my guilty blush by turning all my attention to checking the electrode contacts. But it was too late, I'd been caught.
"You're planning to grow yourself to 10 inches again! You are! I've told I won't suck that thing if it's an inch above 8. Aha! You're blushing. I'm on to you! You change the program right now, Chris, or I swear I won't do the sim with you."
"But you won't mind how big I am during the sim," I protested. "In fact you'll love it."
"Of course I'll love it 'cause it's sim. But I'll remember every detail when I come out and it's the principal of the thing!"
Heaving an exaggerated sigh, I slipped off my wrist electrodes and turned to the console. It had been worth a try, but I'd pushed my luck too far the last time when I programmed the simulation to enlarge my member to an unprecedented 12". I'd even taken the precaution of creating a doctored tape measure within the sim so that if she tried to call me on the length, I could conclusively demonstrate I was "only" 8. But Donna had seen through that ploy and now was showing me she meant business.
Putting on my most contrite expression, I quickly called up the body editor and reduced the cock length from 10" to 8 1/2". She won't notice that extra half inch, I reflected.
Despite this small setback, I had reason to be proud. Over the past few days, I'd programmed this sim down to the minutest details. When activated, the system would plunge Donna and myself into a virtual world indistinguishable from the real one in all but two important respects: we'd have the kind of bodies that one only sees in porn flicks, and we'd be able to make use of those bodies in all sorts of fun ways without tiring, getting sore, bruising each other, or worrying about "consequences".
"You're gonna love it, Donna. This is my best yet. You won't forget this one." I gave her a lascivious wink. "You'll need a PDA just to keep track of your orgasm count!"
She grinned. "Well, what are we waiting for? Let's do it!"
One last check of the wrist electrodes. Green leads for Donna, red leads for myself. The programmer always gets the red leads because they carry the control lines. I couldn't suppress another little grin as I remembered the alternative names for the red and the green leads: "master" and "slave". I wondered whether Donna knew how appropriate those names really were. Did she appreciate exactly how much of my programming effort was spent specifying exactly what emotional and bodily sensations she'd feel during the course of the sim so that she'd perform according to the exact script of my erotic fantasies?
Nothing left to do but hit the activator switch. A slight buzzing at the wrists, a momentary feeling of pressure and then...
Here it was, exactly as I'd designed it. The sim had dropped us into the interior of a beach house whose floor plan I'd shamelessly copied from the October edition of the AIA journal. Outside, a clear, moonless night and the distant sound of breakers. Inside, a rather eccentric style of interior decoration. Couches, futons, beanbag chairs, hammocks, and pillows galore. Anything and everything that you ever might want to fuck in, on or under. Not a table or hard chair in sight. (We weren't there to eat, after all.) I glanced over to the ladder that led to the sleeping loft. Looked good. Unobtrusive cabinets set in the walls here and there would open to reveal a panoply of useful toys. Mirrors, of course. Not too many to be vulgar, but enough. I sniffed the faint salt breeze, ran my hands over the rough surface of pine paneling. I beamed in delight. Visual, aural, olfactory and somatosensory channels were all working perfectly.
I had programmed the simulation to delay initiating the body morph for a few minutes. Donna had materialized a few yards away from me and was checking the place out, approvingly running her fingers over the patterned silk upholstery of one of the sofas. Her outline had a slightly shimmery look as she moved around relative to the background, but this would soon disappear as the sim's compensation routines kicked in. "Better get a good look around now, Donna," I thought to myself, "because in a couple of minutes all your attention is going to be taken up by something else entirely!"
The morph was beginning. I could feel the vibration in my groin and chest. In some ways this was the part I enjoyed the most. In a moment my limbs would start to bulge with musculature. My abdomen would harden, my pecs would swell. My stature would increase by an inch, my complexion would become impeccable, my teeth would become whiter than white and, of course... Well, as you already know, the crotch of my pants would bulge with the aforementioned eight-and-a-half inches of man meat and a pair of balls that would do a bull proud. Goodbye Chris Welch, average guy. Hello super-stud!
Wait. This didn't feel quite right. Was something wrong? Instead of the expected tightening at the crotch of my pants, things felt looser somehow. In fact there was this really bizarre shrinking sensation. Not just in my groin, but like my whole body was getting smaller. And those twin swellings on my chest that were making my shirt bulge: those weren't pectorals, those were...! I swung around to stare at the nearest mirror just as I realized what was happening. I was changing, my features melting with the rapidity of a bar of butter caught in the microwave. My chin receded, became delicate. My cheekbones became higher and more prominent and the ridge of my eyebrows less so. My nose shrank and assumed a pert upward turn at the tip. My lips swelled and reddened. Long eyelashes swept upward from limpid blue eyes. Blonde tresses caressed my shoulders.
I was so caught up in the horror and fascination of what was happening to my face that I almost missed the transformation of my body. Recovering myself, I found that the changes below the neck were the match of those above. Firm, heavy breasts bobbed above a slender waist. Flaring hips and long sexy legs. My genitals? I started to reach downward for an inspection and then checked myself. I could guess what I would (wouldn't?) find.
The morph had finished with my body and was at work on my clothes. My flannel shirt took on a life of its own and squirmed snakelike across my chest, transforming itself into a translucent violet teddy with a neckline plunging to the navel and a hem that barely covered my ass.Starting at the ankles and working upwards, my pants began to evaporate, finally leaving a skimpy pair of filmy panties pulled tight across my ass crack and my snatch.
I stared at my image in the mirror, the truth slowly sinking in. The transformation was complete. I was the spitting image of Donna, or at least Donna as she might appear in the wet dreams of a sex-starved 15-year-old with a perpetual hard-on. A steamy sex kitten with pouty lips and languorous heavy-lidded eyes. A body that cried out to be fucked hard. In short, the body I had so carefully designed for my partner!
"What in hell trick are you pulling, Chris?" thundered a deep bass voice from behind me. A strong hand grasped my shoulder from behind.
"Donna!" I thought as I whirled around, my breasts bouncing around so much that I almost lost balance. Staring down at me with an expression of shocked amusement was... me. Me on steroids and a heavy exercise program. Donna had the body that I was supposed to be wearing. Everything from the athlete's musculature to the full chest of hair. She wore nothing but a black g-string, whose fabric was stretched to nearly the breaking point from the weight of its contents. With a height differential of nearly a foot, I had to crane my head upward to look into Donna's/my face. This was too disconcerting, so I settled for looking into the hollow at the base of her neck.
"This wasn't--" I broke off at hearing my new voice for the first time. Donna's voice, but pitched slightly higher and with an almost imperceptible lisp that gave it a cutesy girlish effect. I swallowed once and continued. "Donna, I didn't plan this. Something must have gone wrong with the sim. We'll have to abort."
"Computer, abort sim."
Nothing happened. I tried again in as authoritative a tone as my little girl voice would allow. "Computer, end sim immediately."
Still no response from the system. Not the slightest hiccup in continuity. Donna gently but firmly took my head in her hands and tilted my head so that I had to look her directly in the face. Distractedly I found myself wondering if I hadn't made the chin cleft too prominent. "What's the matter," she asked in her deep masculine voice, "can't you stop the sim?"
"The system doesn't seem to be responding to me. The identity recognition routines must have gotten scrambled somehow. If I don't have the control lines, you must. You'll have to do it Donna. Say 'computer, abort sim'."
She chuckled deep in her chest and slowly caressed my cheek. "But you promised me a sim that I wouldn't forget. I intend to take you up on your promise."
"Donna, you wouldn't," I whispered. "You don't know how."
Again a chuckle. "Then I'll just have to figure it out as we go along, won't I, my little lovebird?"
Outwardly I moaned as a sudden wave of erotic desire washed over me. Inwardly I cringed. By saying "little lovebird" Donna had inadvertently hit on one of the trigger phrases I had set up to activate certain behavior programs. Too late it occurred to me that it might be a mistake to use our pet names as triggers.
But this was no time for regret. I was in heat, my whole body aching to be touched, taken. I grasped Donna's hand and began to kiss and lick the fingers, savoring the salty taste of her (his?) skin. Putting a strong arm behind my back, she (he?) leaned down and kissed me roughly. Our lips met and parted, and her strong tongue explored my mouth. I felt like I was dissolving with pleasure. Every square inch of my skin tingled with delight. And this was just the first kiss. What would it be like to be mounted, I thought, to feel a penis push its way into the deep recesses of my cunt?
"Don't think such things," I shouted inwardly. "You're a man, not a woman!" But outwardly what I said was "Oh lover, you turn me on so much! Let's go find someplace comfortable."
"Whatever you want, kitten," my lover responded, triggering another set of preprogrammed responses. Donna picked me up, carrying my body effortlessly in her (his?) arms. She strode over to a double-size beanbag chair and tossed me on to it.
This most recent trigger had made me acutely aware of my breasts. Settling myself into the chair, I caressed the undersides of my breasts, pushing them up and together in order to emphasize my cleavage. With a long red fingernail, I rubbed a tense nipple through the delicate fabric of my teddy while making sidelong glances at Donna. "Do you like my titties?" I lisped.
"Very impressive." Donna lay down beside me and squeezed my left breast with her sinewy hand. I let out a gasp of pleasure as lightning radiated outward from my nipple. "Size DDD aren't they?"
I pouted. "No sir. Not more than a D. I promise. Oh, please keep touching me there. Don't stop."
Donna did stop, though, so that she could tug open the top of her g-string and inspect the contents. "I see. Not more than a D. And I suppose this big piece of sausage is only 8 inches?" She tore off the flimsy fabric, revealing a rock-hard erection.
In this woman's body, I had no control over my expressions. I blushed a deep crimson from the roots of my hair down to my chest. "Well, not exactly. But it's only a half inch..."
Donna smiled and chucked me under the chin. "Under the circumstances, I should be grateful. Besides, you're the one who's going to have to suck it," she fixed me with a sharp gaze and said deliberately "my little cocksucker."
I let out a sigh that was a funny admixture of relief and sexual frustration. She hadn't hit on the right trigger that time. My breasts were still at the center of my arousal. I would have given her a boob job in an instant, but the thought of oral sex didn't push my buttons just yet. I rubbed my nipples and imagined her thick cock slowly working its way in and out between my cleavage. I think I would have come that way in a few minutes, but Donna had others things in mind.
"Don't you want to suck on me, my lovebird?" she asked. Instantly my attention was again focused on the man's body next to mine. I rolled over onto her, and gave her such a long and passionate French kiss that it left me gasping. With a casual movement, Donna pushed the straps of my teddy off my shoulders so that my breasts came free, and I gratefully rubbed them against her chest hair, feeling delicious tingling sparks with every movement. I covered Donna's lips with numerous little kisses and bites, and then moved my mouth to the base of her neck. Moaning slightly, I ran my tongue back and forth in the hollow.
Donna put one hand on each shoulder and pushed. "I think it's time for fellatio," she insisted. I slid willingly about four inches, but when I saw her male nipples peeking out from underneath the curly chest hair, I had the overwhelming desire to suckle. I took her right nipple between my lips and sucked and bit slightly. I was immediately rewarded by a tautening of the little pink nipple and an ill-suppressed groan of pleasure. I giggled and continued suckling.
"Oh baby, that feels so good!" Donna cried out. But now new desires were surging through me. "Baby" was the trigger word for oral sex. I straightened up, propping my arms on my lover's shoulders so that I could look into her handsome face. "I want to suck you so bad," I said, licking my lips sluttishly. "I want to take your cock meat into my mouth and swallow it whole. I want to feel your great big balls bouncing against my chin and your great big cum fill up my mouth."
I felt so ashamed to hear these words come out of my mouth in that inane little girl's voice. There was nothing I could do. I had entered those words into the sim program several days before, and had not coded them as optional.
What had I coded as optional? Certainly not what happened next. My mind was filled with images of cock. Big cocks, little cocks, straight cocks, twisted cocks. And for each cock I had only one desire: suck on it deep and vigorously until it filled my mouth with semen. "Is this what it feels like to be gay?" I thought. "Am I going to be permanently changed by this?"
Moaning and giggling, I kissed Donna's nipple goodbye. I kissed her rock-hard rectus abdominus muscles, flirtingly stuck my tongue into her navel, and then planted butterfly kisses in a semicircle above and to either side of her straining member. I found the adductor muscles on either side of the balls (the muscles of horse-riding and doggy sex, came the distracting thought) and playfully bit them. Then I grabbed the cock by its base and examined it closely for the first time.
It's hard to describe my feelings. My real self is confirmedly heterosexual. I knew that being so close to a man's cock, so close that I could smell its special scent, so close that I could feel its radiating warmth on my face, should have filled me with shame and revulsion. But the sim programming was completely dominant. Instead of revulsion, I felt admiration. "Oh, it's sooooo big!" I exclaimed, and I meant it. I knew it was only 8 1/2 inches, but to my beglamoured eyes it could easy have been 12. And so thick around! I wasn't sure I'd even be able to get the thing past my lips, but I was sure as hell going to try.
I cupped Donna's balls with my left hand while swiveling the cock closer to my mouth with my right. The balls were so gigantic that I couldn't hold them both comfortably in my petite hand. I sent out an experimental lick, just grazing the tip of the glans with the tip of my tongue. I looked up. Donna was watching with fascination. "Stop me. Stop the sim," I whispered hoarsely.
"But you love to do this, don't you?" she answered wickedly.
I couldn't reply. I had begun to lick the cock like a little girl tasting her first popsicle. From base to tip, over and over again, my moist tongue ran over the entire length of the organ.It had seemed rock hard when I started, but this treatment made it stiffen even further, gradually changing in color from pink to red to almost purple. Donna groaned out something incoherent. She seemed to like this. Parting my thick lips, I took the glans into my mouth, delighting in the sweet flavor of pre-cum. Then I took the cock deeper, and deeper, and yet deeper into my mouth, until my nose was flush with the pubic hair and the cock was halfway down my throat. I have heard conflicting rumors about the reality of deep-throating. Certainly no woman has actually done that to me in real life. In sim, though, almost anything is possible, and I deep-throated Donna with a vengeance, her cock pushing its way down like a sword-swallower's sword.
I don't know how long this went on. I was in ecstasy; sometimes deep-throating, sometimes licking and sucking on the shaft from the side, and sometimes bringing Donna right to the edge with a combined blow and hand job. When Donna began to buck and thrash around, I knew she was ready. I carefully inserted the long red-painted fingernail of my little pinky into her butthole. This is what works with me, and since I programmed the sim, it worked for Donna too. Instantly, she began to come, crying out and pumping great wads of thick semen into my mouth. I tried to swallow it all, but it was too much for me and some dripped onto my chin and chest. Obsessed with the desire to have it all, I wiped it up with my hand and licked my fingers hungrily.
"Mmmmmm, that was nice," said the man with my voice and Donna's mind. He (she?) drew me up and languidly kissed my forehead before settling deeper into the beanbag chair. I enjoy napping after oral sex, so I'd built in some time for it in the sim. Donna would now sleep for about 10 minutes.
I knew what was coming next. Combined, the taste of semen and the sound of a sleeping man's rhythmic breathing were the trigger for the next scene of my sim fantasy, a scene in which Donna was supposed to play a solo role. But our roles were reversed. It was now my performance.
Until now, my new cunt had not merited much thought. I couldn't help being aware of how hot and moist I had become during that first kiss and embrace, but until now the triggers that had been used had chiefly aroused the erogenous zones of my mouth and breasts. Now it was different. My cunt and clit became swollen and demanding of attention. Even the slightest movement of my legs created such sensations in my crotch that I had to struggle not to moan. Quietly, so as not to disturb the sleeper, I rose and tiptoed over to the other end of the room, reveling in every stride as cunt juices leaked out and moistened my inner thighs. I stopped at a velvet loveseat and turned it slightly to face a mirror. If I were going to do this, I thought, at least I'd do it right.
I stripped off my teddy and stood for an instant in front of the mirror in nothing but my damp panties. Quickly I stripped them off too and tossed them into a corner. Entranced, I gazed at myself. "Shamelessly hussy," I thought, as I looked at my pubes, shaved except for a little patch of blonde hair at the top. Still watching the mirror, I lay down in the love seat, throwing one leg over the armrest. "What does a clit feel like when it's yours?" I wondered, running my fingers gently over my vulva. I pushed just hard enough so that my cunt lips separated and a red fingernail brushed the clit. "Ooooooh!" I gasped, "that's what it feels like."
I masturbated eagerly, rubbing my clit first with one finger and then with two. I tried teasing it gently with flicking movements of my fingers. I tried rubbing it vigorously with the palm of my hand. I learned how to moisten it with my free-flowing cunt juices and rub it back and forth between my thumb and index finger. I pushed three fingers of one hand into my cunt while playing with my clit with the other, creating a most satisfying sensation.
And I came. Several times I think, each one more intense than the next. I must have screamed out, because when I came to, I was lying on the floor beside the love seat, Donna beaming down at me with a slightly condescending smile. "Having fun?" she asked.
How embarrassing. "I think I've had enough for today," I lisped. "Let's go now."
"But how can we go now? We haven't screwed yet. You wouldn't want to leave without getting laid, would you? My little bed bug... my lizard... my spring chicken... my pop tart..."
Donna was running down the list of my pet names for her, watching me intently for signs to indicate that she'd hit a trigger. Not only did she hit one, she hit several in succession. I reeled dizzily under the rapid fire of one erotic fantasy after the next. At last I shouted out "Oh god, fuck me now! Fuck me now!"
Donna got the hint. "Let's do it in the loft." She strode over to the ladder and climbed it two rungs at a time, the muscles of her (his?) athlete's body rippling. I followed more slowly, careful not to bang my breasts on the way up. On the way up, I tried to examine my internal state. It seems I lucked out. Although Donna had left me in a state of full arousal, it was one in which I had some discretion over what I'd do. I was going to get screwed all right -- probably several times -- but at least I wasn't going to humiliate myself by doing something kinky. I winced, thinking of some of the things I might have been forced into if Donna had stumbled onto the right trigger phrases.
The floor of the loft was entirely covered by an immense, deep featherbed. The only other thing up there was pillows of various sizes and shapes. Donna reclined nonchalantly in the center, fully erect, and examining her penis with an amused air. "I think it's time for me to find out what this thing can do."
I knelt on Donna's lap, resting my ass on her sinewy thighs so that her cock came up between my legs. "Take me now, lover," I whispered. I rubbed my hairless cunt against her member, lightly coating it with cunt juices.
Donna responded without hesitation. In a blink of an eye, I was on my back, legs dangling in the air over my partner's shoulders, and pussy filled with pumping cock. Did I like it? Of course I did. The sim programming didn't give me any choice. I loved being fucked in the pussy. I savored every moment of it. I cried out again and again, in my high little voice, "Oh god! Fuck me! Fill my pussy! You're screwing me in the cunt! Oh deeper! Oh harder!" Soon I wasn't saying anything, just gasping with pleasure as multiple orgasms swept over me.
We did it twice again after that, once with me on top, my heavy breasts bouncing up and down in rhythm with our pumping, and again with me on the bottom. At last, spent, we cuddled together in the depths of the feather bed. Donna stroked my cheek and kissed me again. "I guess it's time to end the sim, puppy dog. I'm ready to be a woman again. You can wear the pants from now on."
I froze. Did she say "puppy dog"? What a fool I was! This was the trigger to a subroutine that I had programmed idly one night, but never intended to put to use. Partly as a little joke and partly as a safety measure, I had deliberately chosen a "pet" name that Donna used for me, not vice versa.
I was going to have a lot of explaining to do if Donna saw this subroutine go into effect. My only hope was to hold out against the sim-manufactured urges until she stopped the run. I closed my eyes, gritted my teeth, and clenched my fists. But it was no good. The urges were too strong. In a moment, I had risen to all fours and was frisking and bounding around the loft like an excited puppy, yipping excitedly.
"Chris, what are you doing?" Donna cried with alarm. "Chris?"
I bounded over to her, still on all fours, and panted with my mouth open. Suddenly I gave her face a big wet lick with my tongue. I spun around, pushing my butt upwards and wagging it back and forth like a happy dog. I barked encouragingly.
Donna had begun to catch on, and seemed none too happy about it. "You were going to do *that* to me?!" she boomed in her deep voice. "I get it. 'Puppy dog'! Make me act like a bitch in heat so that you could take me doggie style? You know I don't like doing it that way! You fucking asshole!"
Things were going from bad to worse. "Fucking asshole" was another trigger phrase; Donna wasn't going to like this a bit. But at least I wouldn't have to bark any longer.
I found my voice. In words thick with passion, I said, "Yes. Please fuck me in the asshole. Stick your cock deep into my butt. Fill me to the hilt. Oh please do it! Do it now!"
The expression in Donna's voice changed from outrage to amusement. I imagined her man's mouth leering at me. "You really want me to fuck you in the butt, Chrissie?"
"Oh yes, please! Do it in my ass! Come inside my ass!"
I felt a strong hand on my right ass cheek. "If you want it so badly, it would be a sin to disappoint you."
"Oh now! Now!"
A finger at my cunt, wiping up my abundant pussy juices. The same finger, coating my little pink asshole with those same juices. The tip of a huge, hot cock, pressing down on the entrance way to my bowels. Pressure slowly increasing... increasing.
"It'll never fit," I cried, "You're too big!"
Suddenly my sphincter yielded, the pressure disappearing as the cock slid slowly, slowly into my sigmoid. Now the pressure was replaced by a tightness, a feeling of fullness, and incredible pleasure.
Cock buried in my rectum, Donna leaned over me and grabbed a tit in each hand. I moaned in delight. "You're being corn-holed, you know," she (he?) remarked. "How do you like it?"
"I love it!" I gasped. "Fuck me harder!"
Donna obliged, pumping her (his?) meat into me in long, leisurely strokes.She would pull herself nearly out, making me cry out to have her in me again, and then, when I thought I'd go insane with longing, slide it back in to its full extent. Her large hands squeezed and caressed my breasts. In minutes, I had an anal orgasm, shaking and crying out as my sphincter went into spasm. It must have felt good at the other end too, because Donna cried out at the same time and shot her load into the depths of my bowels.
I collapsed, Donna's cock still buried deep inside me. We lay that way for a long time, listening to each other's breath, saying nothing. My partner finally spoke. "I think that's enough for now. Computer, end sim."
The beach house, the loft, the featherbed dissolved, and I found myself back in my living room, leads still attached to the cooling sim generator. I looked over at Donna, who seemed cool and collected as ever in her modest blouse and skirt. In contrast, I felt like I'd been kicked by a camel and then left out to die in the Sahara.
"Donna, I'm so sorry." It was good to have my normal voice again.
She smiled at me with unexpected sweetness. "You do have a little explaining to do. But I'll take some of the blame. I mean, I put us in that situation, you know."
I looked at her with widening eyes. "What do you mean?"
"Haven't you figured it out, you dodo? I switched the cables in the back of the generator; while you were fiddling with the console! Remember?"
I couldn't think of anything to say, so I threw a couch pillow at her. And missed. | 5 |
702 | The Game | "Oww, it hurts... It hurts, but I like it... Continue..."
"But we are not guinea pigs, we're account managers."
"Well, now to the showers, my boys. The van will leave in an hour. Have a good weekend, and see you on Monday."
The voices merged into a loud buzz, without losing their coherence. The small room was lit only by the flickering glow of the twelve TV screens on the wall, in a 3 by 4 array. The room's occupant was masturbating slowly, watching the screens intently.
He checked Monitor 5: Brad and Fraser had just crashed in a corner, tired from their futile exploration. He pressed a button on the console in front of him and checked Monitor 8. A wall closed behind Scott and Jonathan, separating them from Mark and Chris. Both pairs of teenagers banged on the wall, but they could not hear each other. The noise attracted Brad and Fraser, who walked towards Scott and Jonathan.
"Stop that," said Fraser, as soon as they reached the desperate teens. "You're wasting your time and energy. Are you trapped here like us?"
"What's it look like, bozo?" asked Jonathan. "And what are you supposed to be? The Canadian police? Where the hell's your horse? Get us out of here."
"Shut up, you little asshole," said Brad. "We're stuck here too."
"Yeah, Jon, shut up!" approved Scott. "It's no time to play tough guy. These guys can help us get out of here..."
"As if," said Jonathan, with a conceited smirk. "They're probably some friends of Finley." He jumped towards the wall, striking it with both feet, and yelled: "Open that!" He then paced the area nervously, making sudden impatient jerks with his arms, blowing off steam.
"Don't listen to him," said Scott to Fraser. "We were brought here by a teacher of ours, and we don't really know where he is now. I think he took advantage of us, you know... sexually." He paused for a moment, then whispered: "I think Jonathan is not taking it too well. It was humiliating, and Jon is used to being the leader, always in control."
He was looking at the floor, visibly embarrassed. Jonathan had stopped his frantic moves and was now staring at the wall, silent.
"I think it is this place that's taking advantage of us," offered Brad. "It happened to us too... we won't get into the details. I feel like someone is playing a game with us."
"That's all very nice, but..." said Jonathan, turning to face the others. He instantly stopped, walked towards them, pushed Fraser away as he went past them. They turned around to look at where he was going. A door had appeared once again, this time leading into a small room where the walls were covered with controls, monitors and lights. Jonathan entered it, looking frenetically around.
"It looks like a lab, or a control room," said Scott, as he entered with the other two.
"Don't touch anything, kids," said Fraser. "It can be dangerous."
"We're not kids," spouted Jonathan arrogantly. "We'll do as we want to do."
They wandered around, trying to understand the purpose of the knobs, buttons and dials. There was not a word written anywhere, not even pictures or icons which could give a clue as to what anything in the room was for. Lights were flickering all over, and a loud electrical drone could be heard from everywhere. A section of the floor was covered with white plastic panels instead of concrete, like it was in the corridors and the other rooms.
Jonathan wandered away from the others and studied the controls attentively. He checked the others, and when he was certain they were not looking, he pressed a few buttons. Nothing happened. He checked again, then turned a large dial. Nothing happened, or so he thought until he heard Scott ask in panic:
"What did you do? Turn it back."
Jon turned around and saw that Fraser and Brad, who were standing on the white-paneled section of the room, had frozen in place. The panels themselves glowed - they were translucent, and light came from under them.
"Wait, I'm trying something here," said Jonathan, trying to appear calm and in control, slowly turning a smaller dial next to the large one.
Something was happening to the two immobile men. An aura of greenish light surrounded them, or part of them. Jonathan stopped turning the dial midway, and the glow faded; but the appearance of the men had changed. Fraser's uniform and boots were gone, and he stood in white boxers and a T-shirt, and black socks; Brad had lost his jeans, T-shirt and sneakers, and he stood also in white boxers, but his torso was bare.
"Wow, this is fun," said Jonathan, excited.
"Jon, I mean it," warned Scott. "Put them back like they were."
"Scott," argued Jon, "these two may be responsible for what happened to us. Don't you want to get some revenge."
"We don't know that, Jon." Scott's tone was becoming firmer. "Turn it back."
"All right," said Jonathan. He turned the large dial back, dimming the floor panels. The two men moved and looked confused. "Go check if they're OK..."
Scott approached the semi-clad men, but as soon as his feet were on the panels, Jonathan turned the large dial back, freezing Scott with the others. Scott's outer layer of clothing also vanished in a green glow, leaving him with only a T-shirt and dark patterned boxers.
Jonathan looked at his three victims in underwear. They looked so pathetic. Now, he was back in control, like it was meant to be. He noticed briefly that he had a hard-on, but focused on the many dials and buttons before wondering at the reason for his arousal.
There was an array of small dials just below the ones he had played with, and he tried playing with these. The first one he turned brought a reaction in Brad - he moved his hand towards his crotch and started feeling his genitals through his boxers. Jon tried a second dial, which made Scott's cock grow hard and push against the fabric of his underwear. Another dial had Fraser kneel, then put his hands on the floor, waving his ass back and forth as if waiting to be fucked.
To reduce these three men to mere puppets satisfied Jonathan's ego, who had been so severely wounded a few hours ago. He wanted to humiliate them as he had been humiliated.
Studying the dials again, he concluded that each row controlled a different person, while each column had a different effect. He tried the fourth dial on Brad's row, and watched Brad approach Scott, kneel before him, and start licking Scott's boxers where the fabric was stretched by Scott's erection. He turned it back and tried the fifth one. Brad stood up, moved behind Fraser, knelt again, then started to lick Fraser's boxers in the crack.
He turned that dial a bit more, and Brad pulled down Fraser's boxers and inserted his finger in Fraser's ass, untightening it. A bit more, and Brad was pulling down his own boxers, placing his soft dick on Fraser's ass. The second dial made Brad's dick harden, and he gently inserted it in Fraser's ass, pumping slowly.
Jonathan watched Brad fucking Fraser for a while, then turned the fourth dial on Fraser's row, which resulted in him crawling towards Scott's crotch - Brad crawling behind him not missing a beat - grabbing Scott's boxers, pulling them down, and starting to suck on the rock hard stick, as if it was a lollipop.
Suddenly, an idea popped in Jonathan's head. He turned back the large dial on top almost to its original position. He watched his victims carefully as they regained consciousness, but stayed under the machine's control.
"Hard to give commands when your mouth is full?" Jonathan shouted to Fraser. "You enjoy my good friend's teenage cock, don't you Mountie? It tastes great. And you," he switched to Brad, "do you still think I'm a little asshole? Well, you seem to like assholes, don't you?"
"What are you doing to us?" yelled Brad back. "Stop this nonsense! Let us go."
"Jon," pleaded Scott. "I'm your friend, remember. Let me go."
Fraser turned angry eyes at Jon, grumbled indecipherable obscenities, but continued sucking on Scott's dick.
Jonathan ignored them, curious of the other dials. He turned one on Scott's row, which seemed to have no effect...
"Jon, let me go, please," Scott repeated, "I... I want you to suck my hard dick, Mountie. Suck it real hard. Yeah, this is good. Stick it down your throat."
Jonathan was startled, but he liked that dial. "So, you were saying?" he said to Brad.
"You little asshole, I'm gonna kill you when this is over," raged Brad. Meanwhile, Jonathan was turning the same dial on his row. "I'm gonna make you... I'm gonna fuck you little asshole... I'm gonna fuck your asshole real hard, like I'm doing to this guy. Yeah, it's gonna be great, so great."
"That's better, much better."
He turned the Undressing Dial, removing all trace of clothing on the three guys, and adjusted Fraser's dick, which was still soft. He felt like an artist, tuning the finer details of his work. The first dial on Fraser's row made him start to stroke his dick wildly. It was then that he noticed a column of buttons at the end of the rows of dials."I think I know what these do... If I'm right, we're going to have a masterpiece here!"
He placed one hand on the large Freeze Dial, and the other close to the top of the button column.
"That's it, Mountie Man," said Scott, "Suck on my young dick! I love it. Faster... Deeper...."
"Oooo, this is great, fucking that rough ass," said Brad.
Jonathan suddenly pressed all three buttons, and watched Brad and Scott jerk their dicks out of their respective holes, and explode in a steady jet of hot white cum all over Fraser's face and back, while Fraser himself was spraying his belly with spurts of his own sperm. At that exact moment, Jon turned the large dial completely, freezing the scene, cum still in mid-air, in a very lifelike erotic sculpture.
CHAPTER EIGHT
[Possible Casting: Costas Mandylor as Kenny, Antonio Sabato Jr. as Tony and Matt Leblanc as Matt]
Officer Kenny Mandylor stared at the large steel door in the white concrete wall, waiting for it to open. He was flanked on either side by Officer Antonio Minelli and Officer Matt White, who shared his silence. It was an anxious silence, as the three men had heard frequent rumors about the building facing them, the "Tests Inc." complex at the edge of the town of Harriston.
No one in Harriston knew what tests were performed at "Tests Inc."; no one in Harriston had ever seen the owner of the building or the company - the land had been bought by lawyers, and the construction itself was done by foreign contractors; and no one in Harriston knew what the inside of the complex looked like, because only vehicles came in and out of the site, and they never stopped in the town.
The door slid open with a grind, revealing a wide corridor with a white concrete floor and shiny metal walls. As the three men slowly walked past the threshold, they felt a vague queasiness, a disorientation which made the walls appear to close in on them. Trying to look confident, they strolled down the corridor, looking for a human being. A few hundred feet later, they heard the main steel door close behind them.
"Hello?" shouted Matt. "Is anybody here? This is the police."
There was no answer.
"This place gives me the creeps," said Kenny. "Do you think this will lead to a receptionist or something?"
"The voice at the gate did say to enter from this door," answered Tony.
"Can I help you?" a female voice said from behind them.
The three policemen jumped around and saw a petite dark-haired woman in a beige business suit who stood impatiently, waiting for their answer.
"How did you get here?" asked Matt. "There's no..."
"I believe that your reason for coming here has nothing to do with my comings and goings," the woman said sharply. "We are busy, and have no time for small talk. Get to the point."
A frown appeared on Kenny's face. His hand went instinctively to his gun, as if he felt threatened.
"First things first, what is your name?" he asked.
"Dreyfuss. Julia Dreyfuss."
"Well, Ms. Dreyfuss, four high school kids were kidnapped yesterday, and we have reason to believe that they were brought here."
Ms. Dreyfuss laughed. "And what makes you think that?"
"Someone spotted one of your company vans just outside the school yesterday."
"We were collecting some data in the area," explained Ms. Dreyfuss. She scratched her head, looking annoyed. "I don't see what interest we could have in kidnapping teenagers."
"What kind of tests do you perform here?" asked Tony, a question which was burning his lips.
"I don't think that is relevant," she snapped.
"Well, I happen to think it can be pretty relevant," said Matt.
"Look, we don't use teenagers in twisted weird science experiments, if that's what you mean." Julia's voice was even sharper. "Now, if you will excuse me, I have work to do."
"Can we take a look around, Ms. Dreyfuss?" asked Kenny. His tone made certain he would not accept a negative answer.
"All right," said Ms. Dreyfuss, "but do not touch anything. When you are finished, just come back here and I'll see you out. Now, if you'll excuse me..."
She left without further ado, through a door which they had not seen before. They continued along the corridor, trying to get a feel of the layout of the place. Of course, they did not expect the kids to pop out of a closet, or to cover the entire grounds (the place was huge!), but it gave them an occasion to snoop, and they were curious men.
It took them four hours to accept that they were lost. They had not met a single human being during their exploration, and they had seen only corridors after corridors of doors after doors of dark laboratories. They yelled in vain for another half-hour, and tried to radio out, but the abundance of metal and concrete interfered with their walkie-talkies. Kenny looked at his watch: 10:13 PM.
"I don't believe this. We're stuck in here. We've been walking in circles."
"I'm supposed to meet a girl tonight after my shift," said Matt. "I need to get out."
"It's HOT in here," said Tony, wiping sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand.
"That's true," said Matt.
The three men had been perspiring heavily; their black hair was completely wet; pearls of sweat rolled over their skin; and their police uniforms had large dark patches under their arms and on their backs.
They walked around for another while, until they found a room they had never seen before. It led into a small corridor with three doors and smelled strongly of chlorine. The doors on each side of them led to locker rooms, male and female, both empty, while the third one led to a large swimming pool.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" said Tony to the others.
"We can't," said Kenny, "we did not get permission. And we don't have anything to wear."
"Come on, there doesn't seem to be anybody here," said Matt. "We'll just swim in our boxers. If someone finds out, they'll tell us how to get out!"
"I don't know."
"Well, I'm going," said Tony.
They watched him as he stripped his uniform off down to his white boxers. He had the better looking body of the three, and they were a bit jealous to see it so obviously on display: the chiseled chest just hairy enough, the tall stature, the firm butt, well-outlined in his tight boxers. He dove in the pool, made a few laps, and came out. His boxers clung to his body, and had become almost transparent, leaving not much to the imagination. They could not help but look at his magnificent long cock, almost 8 inches.
"It's good," he said, "and quite relaxing. You should give it a try."
"Well, why not," said Kenny.
Both Matt and Kenny stripped down to their boxers. Kenny was wearing loose light-blue boxers, and Matt had black CK button fly boxers briefs. They both jumped in the water, and enjoyed its coolness. Tony joined them, and soon they were splashing each other, playing like kids.
"I think I lost my boxers," said Matt. He dove in, trying to look for them at the bottom of the pool, but couldn't.
On the way up, he saw that both his colleagues had lost their underwear too. Their soft cocks were floating loose in the water. When he surfaced, Tony told him:
"Our uniforms are gone too, as well as our guns."
Matt looked at the spot where they had left their clothes just a short while ago. They *had* disappeared.
"That's impossible," Kenny said. "They were right next to the pool. No one came in."
"We'll look for them later," said Matt, strangely.
For some reason, he was happy that the uniforms were gone. They were an encumbrance. In the water, he felt so free! It was just the right temperature, and it was soft, almost airy. He also enjoyed swimming in the nude, his dick and balls free to move around without any constraints.
"Yeah, later," said Kenny. Something was wrong. He should care about the clothes, the gun, their being trapped in here, but he didn't. All he could think about was the water, the airy water, the way it was gliding on his skin. He felt all his muscles loosen, especially his anus.
Tony did not add anything. He just floated away on his back, his soft cock lying on his thighs, lost in his pubic hair.
Matt dove in, and circled around Kenny. He waved the water around Kenny's legs, watching Kenny's cock follow the flow back and forth. It was also getting hard.
Matt came out of the water, and saw that Kenny's eyes were closed.
"That felt good," said Kenny without opening them, "real good. Come closer," he whispered.
Matt swam to him, bringing his body so very close to him, but avoided any contact. He somehow felt the heat of Kenny's body through the water. He felt also the electricity, the life, in Kenny's body, and it tickled his own.
"What's happening?" he whispered to Kenny. "What are we doing? Oh God! This feels like heaven. Do you feel me?"
"Yes I do," answered Kenny. He moved his hands behind Matt's ass, without touching it. He moved them in little circles, and Matt felt his ass open up. He was also getting quite aroused, and his penis, growing erect, touched Kenny's, sending an intense wave of joy through both.
"Don't mind me," said Tony, smiling, floating around and jerking off as he watched his colleagues have some fun.
Matt moved his hands around both penises, and found the perfect way to stimulate them without touching. It was a degree over jerking off, as if they had reached the point of no return but stayed there, enjoying an orgasm which didn't come yet. Finally, exhausted, both men finally embraced, their bodies rubbing against each other, and they released their orgasm, their cocks spurting hot cum in the water.
"Well, well, well..." said a female voice that all three knew.
The three naked officers looked in the direction of the door, too ashamed to let more than their heads stick out of the water. Ms. Dreyfuss walked to the edge of the pool.
"If it isn't the three macho officers fooling around in our pool..." she said, rubbing it in. "I told you not to touch anything...You should have listened. This is not really water, you see. It is a new chemical compound, which enters the body through physical contact and has some interesting effects on the brain. Right now, you are drugged, and since you will not remember anything in a few hours, I might as well enjoy myself.
"What do you mean?" asked Tony. He and the others were feeling groggy, but they were still conscious of the events.
"This pool is one of our many experiments on artifacts controlling and orienting sexual desire. At the highest intensities, sexual desire becomes sexless, which is why you were enjoying yourselves even though none of you is gay. I guess, anyway, judging by your attitude. It also lowers mental defenses, making all of you extremely sensitive to suggestion. For example, I can tell you the following: Come out of this pool right now, and stand up. I am now your superior officer, and you must obey my orders..."
In an instant, the three policemen perceived Julia as their boss, and hurried out of the pool to stand before her. Yet, they were still aware of their nakedness, and they tried to hide their genitals with their hands.
Julia rather enjoyed having these three at her command. They were all handsome, and quite well-endowed. These were men, not teenagers like the three mechanics she had enjoyed a few hours ago.
"I have to make my inspection," she said. She started with Matt, whose innocent eyes were pleading her not to abuse her power over him. She rubbed the hair on his chest, then spread his hands open to get a closer look at his equipment. His cock was uncut, a full seven inches coming out of thick pubic hair. She grabbed it and looked Matt in the eyes, intimidating him. She then moved over to Tony, the tallest and most well-endowed, and kissed him, rubbing his ass. Finally, she moved to Kenny, whom she manacled with handcuffs taken out of her blouse. With his hands securely behind his back, she was free to go down on him and use her tongue on his cock, until it grew hard and shiny with pre-cum.
She moved back and said to Kenny: "I want those thick lips of yours locked around the tall one's cock. As for you," she said to Matt, "come here and..." She removed her skirt (she wasn't wearing anything under) "... satisfy me."
"Yes, sir," said both men, almost in unison. Matt kneeled in front of her and used his tongue in ways she had never felt before, while she watched Kenny, on his knees, his handcuffed hands just above his firm round ass, give head to a delighted Tony.
After a while, she sat down on the floor, and asked Tony: "Fuck me!" She then turned to the others and commanded: "You two come to each side of me. I want to have my hands full."
Matt and Kenny placed themselves on each side of her, and she grabbed their cocks, jerking them off to the same beat as the one Tony used to fuck her. The beat increased exponentially, until the three of them reached orgasm simultaneously, Matt and Kenny creaming her face, while Tony filled her up with his manly fluid.
When the three policemen woke up, fully dressed in their uniforms, a few hundred yards from the compound, they remembered nothing of their experiences within. The only thing they knew was that they did not want to go back in again. | 4 |
704 | The Goody Goody Girls | "What are you so upset about?" Karen asked as she rushed to catch up with Maggie, who was storming down the corridor toward the front entrance of the high school.
"That little rat bastard came in my mouth!" Maggie hissed, wiping her lips with the back of her hand for the tenth time. It didn't do any good. The ripe flavor of fresh semen still lingered on her tongue, as if Norman's thick cream had permanently saturated her flesh.
"We went there to get laid," Karen reminded her friend.
"I don't care what we went there for, I never had any intentions of letting that pimply little runt shoot off in my mouth. I feel like nothing more than a human condom."
"I doubt that you're the first girl who's ever swallowed a load of cum without being warned in advance."
"I don't care if I'm the first or the last. I don't like the idea of a boy thinking he can stick his dick in my mouth and let loose with all that nasty ball juice."
"I don't know what you're so upset about," Karen mused. "By the way you were sucking his cock, I got the impression you were enjoying it. I kind of wished it had been me."
"So do I," Maggie said with a scowl, then suddenly heard herself talking and broke into a laugh. "I guess it is silly, isn't it? I just didn't expect him to squirt down my throat."
"Well, we know something Julie doesn't know."
"What's that?"
"That Norman Green is anything but queer. Did you see the way he went after eating your pussy? He really got a charge out of that."
"He got a charge?" Maggie said with a grin. "I was the one on the other end of his tongue, remember? Now that was a charge, believe me!"
"What did it feel like?"
"Like heaven," the brunette purred, pressing her legs firmly together to soak up some of her overflow still streaming from her snatch.
"And what was it like when you sucked him off?"
"Like wrapping my lips around a big fat sausage," Maggie said in a whisper, "and I could smell and taste that delightful male flavor of his. You know something?" Her eyes grew suddenly very sober. "If he hadn't cum in my mouth, I would have let him stick his cock up my pussy. I really wanted him to fuck me. I think that's the reason I was so pissed when he cut loose."
Karen made a face. "I was hoping he would fuck both of us. And you know what else?"
"What?"
"When he started cumming in your mouth, I was wishing it were me swallowing that hot cream. My monkey got all gooey and warm inside."
Maggie knew that even if Karen didn't mean it, she was trying to make them both feel better about Norman's surprise conquest in the locker room. "That's nice Karen." Her eyes suddenly bolted to the front door. "Oh terrific!" she cried as she spotted Mrs. Peters.
"What's wrong?"
"I forgot Mom was picking me up after school to do some shopping." She broke away from her friend in a brisk walk. "Would you get my Lit. book out of my locker and take it home with you?"
"Sure."
"I'll see you at seven."
"Your place or mine?"
"Call me."
Maggie and her mother were already outside by the time Karen started down the hall to collect her and her friend's textbooks. As she walked along, she felt the autumn breeze from an open window ply at the folds of her skirt and rush up between her legs.
The tingling softness of the fresh air currents had just kissed the outer recesses of her snatch when she stopped abruptly, suddenly aware that she was missing one of her garments. "My panties!" she gasped out loud, then flashed her eyes about the empty hall to make sure no one had heard her.
She knew only too well she had left them in the equipment locker. Maggie hadn't bothered to hand them to her with her skirt. Because of summer camp, all of her underwear had her name stamped inside. The only thing to do was to go back and retrieve them before someone else found the tiny bikinis.
Sullenly, she marched back to the dressing room and carefully pushed the door open. The place was as silent and still as the first time she'd entered it. Norman Green had obviously left, and no one else appeared to be around.
The attractive blonde tiptoed down the row of lockers and leaned over the bench. Just as her hand connected with the metal handle, she heard a voice sing out over her shoulder and her heart skipped a beat.
"Can I help you with something?"
Karen turned to find herself staring into the deep green eyes of Jerry Marshall, the new assistant coach. Jerry, twenty-two years old and fresh out of college, was a husky redhead with a powerful physique. His thick shag of curls was cut short around his handsome features. His square jaw and sturdy mouth were locked in a small grim smile as his leer raked over the pretty blonde teenager. She tried to keep her timid gaze on his face, afraid to look anywhere else. Out of her peripheral vision all she could see was male flesh, rippling contours of naked, bulging muscles. "I, ah, forgot something," she stammered.
"You forgot something in here?" he asked, finding her explanation anything but plausible.
"Well, I didn't exactly forget it. I had something stolen by someone and it's in here."
"What was stolen?" Jerry asked, taking a step closer to the girl.
When Karen braced herself against the locker, the bench bumped into the back of her knees and that was her undoing. The moment she felt the edge of the bench against her calves, her legs went weak and flew out from under her. She sat down with a thud, finding herself staring into the redhead's swollen jockstrap.
Mr. Marshall wasn't wearing anything other than his thin athletic supporter. The tiny garment rode low on his strong waist and barely covered his spongy jewels. A fringe of wiry hairs curled along the sides of his jock and feathered the pair of freckled pillars which were his legs. Another fringe of red pubes crawled up his flat abdomen in a slender triangle terminating at his navel.
His well-defined limbs and torso were covered with a thin coat of gleaming sweat. He smelled much the way Norman had smelled when the skinny team manager was bucking his hips into Maggie's face, manly and hot and anointed all over with the unmistakable aroma of cock odor.
"I'd rather not say," Karen answered in a small timid voice.
Jerry's brow furrowed. "Well, was it your wallet, your purse, a letter?"
"No," she answered, scooting her feet up to the bench. When she did, her full cotton skirt, which had fluttered up to her thighs when she sat down so abruptly, crawled further up her bare legs.
Jerry's eyes darted to the shiny, naked cunt between the girl's spread feet. She was sitting with her knees together, her skirt halfway up her thighs and her quim on view for no more than the looking. "How about your panties?" he said with a broad grin.
Karen blushed and nodded, caught so off guard by his naked magnetism that she didn't think to question how he had guessed correctly.
"Where are they?"
She turned slightly and rapped the locker behind her. "In here."
"Let's take a look and see."
Karen slid out of the way while Jerry opened the locker door. On the floor of the compartment was the tiny pair of bikinis. He raised them up with his forefinger and thumb and held them out in front of him. "Are these what you were looking for?"
She nodded and blushed again, embarrassed to see the grown man openly displaying her undergarment.
"How do I know they're yours?"
"My name's inside."
He stretched the band and peered into the brief pair of undies. "Karen Sheen. Is that you?"
"Yes," she answered.
"How can I be sure that's really your name?"
It was Karen's turn to frown. "Because I am."
"Maybe you are and maybe you aren't. Maybe you just want to steal these," Jerry said, amused at the teenager's dilemma.
"But I am Karen Sheen," Karen insisted, panic cloaking her expression. The assistant coach was right; she had nothing on her to prove her identity.
"I would presume if you're the rightful owner of these panties, it would mean you don't have any on."The blonde dropped her eyes for a moment. "I don't."
"I think you're going to have to prove that," the redhead said in a deep, suggestive voice.
Karen shot Mr. Marshall a dubious glance. "You mean, you want me to show you that I'm naked under my skirt?"
The man nodded with his gaze fixed on her hem.
Reluctantly, the girl lowered her legs and slowly hiked her skirt up to her waist.
As the blonde's small cunt came into view, Jerry caught his breath and his cock snaked up to the waistband of his jockstrap. Being a stranger who knew no one in the small town, it had been weeks since he had gotten his rocks off, and he was hornier than hell. That coupled with the pretty girl's hot pussy was more than enough to make him throw a sizeable rod.
"See?" Karen said, raising her eyes again as she continued to hold her skirt up. "I don't have any panties on." Her words were coming in abrupt halts because she had spotted the huge boner behind the assistant coach's jockstrap. She had meant to demonstrate that the garment was hers then lower her skirt, but the redhead's hardon -- after the young lady had watched her friend suck off Norman -- was too damn appealing to pass up.
"I see," Jerry said, bringing the skimpy undies to his face. "But there's only one way to be really sure." He rubbed his nose in the crotch of the undies, inhaling the faint sweet smell of pussy without taking his eyes off Karen, then dropped to a squat in front of the girl. "Let me see if the smell in the panties is the same as yours." His voice was a harsh whisper.
Karen widened the spread of her knees as the redhead's face drew nearer. She could feel his warm breath on the insides of her thighs and was overcome by the potent odor of his maleness.
Jerry's face leaned in between the girl's legs until his nose was grazing against her sparse pubic bush. His nostrils flared as he sniffed up and down the pretty little cunt, his eyes fixed on the soft pink interior and the swollen clit at the top.
"Is the smell the same?"
"Yes," he answered heavily, panting like a man who had just run the hundred yard dash. "Would you mind if I ..." His tongue shot out and stabbed gently into her almost hairless snatch.
"Oh, Mr. Marshall!" Karen moaned as she felt his tongue squirm between the lips of her juicy quim.
"Jerry," he corrected before he sucked her tiny box into his mouth, eating every hidden, tasty recess his tongue could reach.
"Jerry," she purred, splaying her legs farther and wiggling around on the bench.
He raised up and hunched over her as he undid her blouse and unhooked the clasp of her bra between the lacy little cups. Her large, creamy white breasts bounced into view, her tiny nipples as hard as pointed pebbles. "Your tits are lovely, Karen," he said, licking the flat of his tongue across each one and leaving a trail of saliva. He stood between her legs with his knees pressing into her thighs. "Take my jockstrap off."
The blonde didn't have to be told twice. Her hands raced to the knit waistband and shoved the supporter down to the assistant coach's ankles. His hard meaty cock snapped out and vibrated against her tits. Mr. Marshall may not have been as large as Norman, but his erect peter certainly rivalled the size of Mike's pecker. The knob was a deep purple, the shaft, thick and etched with veins that webbed down into a dense orange bush and a pair of large cum swollen balls.
"Kiss my cock, Karen."
She pressed her lips against the fleshy glans already wet with his pre-cum, then took the head into her mouth. She had suctioned the ring of her lips halfway down the wide shaft and was toying with his huge balls when he suddenly pulled his pelvis back, cheating her of any further oral homage.
"I can't take much more of your hot cock sucking or I'll shoot off in your lovely throat."
Karen thrust her face against Jerry's throbbing dick, pressing the hard pecker against his belly while she showered the dorsal side with kisses. "I love your cock," she purred, knowing she didn't dare tongue it too much or he would cum.
"Karen," he said, stepping out of the jockstrap roping his ankles and laying her back on the bench, "I want to fuck you."
"Oh, yes!" she moaned, parting her legs for him and pulling his trim waist into the spread of her thighs. "Fuck me, Jerry. Shove your hard cock up my hot pussy, please!" She could hear the pleading whine of her voice echo in the boys dressing room as he positioned her legs around his muscular thighs so her ankles locked on the firm pillow of his naked ass.
Jerry stabbed the bloated head of his rod into the tight, juicy quim, then froze, his eyes puzzling as he looked into Karen's heated face. "Are you a virgin?" He had felt the thin membrane start to tear with his initial thrust.
"Yes," she said warmly, "but it doesn't matter. I want you to take my cherry. Fuck me, Jerry! Please, fuck me!"
He withdrew until just the tip of his dick was kissing her cunt, then stabbed as hard as he could. Her membrane shattered in an instant. His shaft sailed up her snatch until his heavy balls were snugged against her asshole. Both of them were panting hard and sweating. "Are you okay?"
"Oh, yes!" she answered, so hot from finally getting a man's hardon in her pussy that she barely noticed the destruction of her cherry. Assured that the blonde girl was in no discomfort, Jerry began pistoning his fat ram in and out of the freshly deflowered quim, bucking his ass high on the out strokes and dropping his hips down to plunge even deeper with each additional thrust. In no time at all, Karen was hunching her hips up to meet his onslaught as they both got closer and closer to their climaxes.
"I'm cumming!" she finally cried, feeling the heated spiral well up inside her.
"Feel that?" he asked, as he halted with his cock buried deep in her snatch. His dick spasmed wildly as his balls shrunk into his groin.
"Yes!"
"I'm filling your little cunt with my cum, Karen."
"It's fantastic," she purred.
After a few moments of his swollen knob spitting out its hot load up inside of her, he pulled out. His peter had started to wilt by the time he reached for her panties. "Do you want to clean up before putting these on?"
"No," she said, slipping the undies on and snapping her bra. "I want to take you juices with me."
"I know what you mean," Jerry said, yanking his jockstrap up over his hips. "I'm going to beat off thinking about you later tonight and smelling your twat on my hand."
"I wish you'd fuck me again."
"I don't know, Karen. It's pretty dangerous for me, being my first year here and all. If anyone caught me balling one of the students, it'd be my job for sure."
"I won't tell anyone, I promise." She stood to her feet, smoothed out her skirt and brought her lips up to his mouth.
His tongue met hers outside their faces, then he sucked it inside as her hands slid down to the bare cheeks of his humpy ass.
"You kiss as good as you fuck," she laughed as he pulled away.
"You'd better get out of here before we get caught."
She nodded and took a last look at the sexy redhead dressed in only his skimpy jockstrap, the pouch wet with what she knew was partly her own juices. "When will I see you again?"
"We'll figure out something," he promised, steering her toward the door. | 3 |
707 | The Wise Goodwife | "Gramma, I feel hot."
"Lands, child, on a cool fall day like this? Come here and let me feel of your forehead. Tsk! Feels like fever. Off to bed with you!"
"Gramma, I don't feel good."
"I know, child, I know. I reckon it's time to ask Goody Hawkins to help us."
"Who's Goody Hawkins?"
"Hush, now, try to sleep. I'll come back soon."
"Gramma, where did you go?"
"Out into the woods back of the farm, child."
"Why, Gramma?"
"To get Goody Hawkins' help."
"Who's Goody Hawkins?"
"Well, that's a long story."
"Tell me a story, Gramma."
Well, you know about the pilgrim days, Thanksgiving and all. Those people way back then, that first time, were giving thanks that they'd lived a whole year in a whole new country, without too many of them dying.
Lots of times you see pictures, drawings, with lots of Indians standing there to welcome them folks. Well, 'taint so. Weren't nobody there when they got off that boat, not but one Indian, all alone. History books say it was him, Squanto, as taught them first folks how to live through one of our winters -- ice 'n sleet 'n snow and all, not like they had back in England, where they came from. But that ain't rightly so, neither. Squanto, and a few other friendly Indians as wandered in later, they taught the menfolk. But the women, those days, well, they weren't s'posed to be important, even though they did most o' the work, so we don't hear 'bout them much.
Well, a woman come off'n that boat, not quite yet old as your mamma, and her name was Grace Hawkins, but ever' one called her Goody Hawkins. "Goody" is short for "good wife", and it's like callin' a lady "Missus" today.
Goody Hawkins was young and pretty, though you couldn't tell that very well, 'cause in those days the womenfolk wore long skirts and long sleeves and bonnets to tuck in and hide their hair. So Goody Hawkins had beautiful long brown hair, though you couldn't see it, and skin soft as the skin of a peach. But she had a nice young husband who loved her very much, and he knew how pretty she was.
And Goody Hawkins was one more thing that made her very special: she was a wise woman, who knew plants and herbs and roots and barks to make sick people feel better. They didn't have doctors like we do now, just a lot of men who figured if you were sick your blood was bad and so they'd make you bleed. That got people sicker, more often than not. They thought they were real smart, them old doctors, and maybe they were smart about gettin' money from folks. But they weren't smart 'bout the folks themselves, mostly 'cause they were too busy listening to each other talking 'bout high-falutin' doctor things in big words than listening to the sick bodies of the sick people.
But Goody Hawkins was different. She listened to the people talking 'bout what hurt them, and she felt of their heads and wrists and looked into their eyes and ears and mouths. And sometimes she didn't seem to look at them at all. She just closed her eyes and looked at them with her heart. And then she'd go into big clay pots and little wooden boxes in her house, and pick out just the thing a sick person needed. And do you know how she knew just the right thing, how Goody Hawkins could see with her heart and not just her eyes?
Goody Hawkins was a witch.
No, not like you dress up at Halloween. A real witch, a real wise woman. No warts, no wire hair, remember I told you she was pretty. and no flying broom, neither. She didn't need to fly, 'cause she could see ev'rything.
Well, no, she didn't have a crystal ball. But they way my granny told me, and her granny told her, was that she had a big silver bowl, a real treasure. And she'd pour clear rainwater in that bowl, and look into it in the nighttime, with just a candle for light. And they say she could see miles away, and even years away. Into yesterday, say, or last year, or ten years ago. And sometimes, she could see tomorrow.
A cauldron? Why of course she had a cauldron. Ever'one did, those days, just like we have pots and pans today. But she only had a little one at first--remember, they were poor in them first few years in America, and iron costed a lot of money. Goody Hawkins had just the little cauldron she brought with her from home, only as big as my big soup pot.
What did she boil up in her cauldron? Well, not babies, I can tell you that! It was herbs, mostly, tree bark and roots and such. Anise and coltsfoot, simmered with a little sugar or honey, as good a cough syrup as you can find nowadays, and even better than some. That's a recipe my granny's granny knew, and likely Goody Hawkins as well. Goody Hawkins made ointments from herbs and grease, she made soaps for fleas and lice, she brewed teas, she made mashes for cuts and bad hurts to make them heal clean and fast.
But I haven't told you the best part: Goody Hawkins could do magic. Not like making scarves disappear in her fist or pulling quarters out of your ear. I mean spells, oh yes, and special little bundles of things in little bags to keep in your pocket or put under your pillow. These had herbs in 'em, yes, and besides that she could put in a special rock, maybe, or a little short twig from a certain tree, or a piece of paper with secrets written on it, or any such small thing. You could wear one for good luck, sleep on one to have good dreams.
In the nighttime, often, you could see a light shining in Goody Hawkins' cottage, warm and bright, and if you listened real hard, you might hear words, strong and beautiful, or singing so soft and sweet it might have come out of a fairy hill.
And in the daytime, oh, the smells that came out of that cottage! You could tell what was brewing by the smells of the herbs in the breeze. Rosemary, mint, clove and cinnamon, lemon-leaf, basil, horehound and lavender.
And hanging from the ceiling in one corner of the cottage were always bunches of drying herbs, filling the whole room with spiciness and sweetness. She brought the little boxes special from her home in England, but the rest she got right here, from the meadows and forests.
One day she was in the forest, gathering plants for medicines. Some of the plants were just like at home, she knew them right away. Others she didn't know, and them she would look at, and smell, and taste of--it was right dangerous, that, but weren't no other way to find out about 'em. This spring day, after their first long hard, winter had passed, Goody Hawkins went to pluck a leaf off'n a plant, to taste it.
Suddenly, she heard a crashing in the bushes and a woman's voice crying out to her. She turned around and who should she see but an Indian woman, near her own age, come runnin' toward her, talkin' words she couldn't understand. This Indian woman, she snatched that leaf from Goody Hawkins and shooed her away from that plant quick as she could. The Indian woman pulled out a thin stick, rounded at one end, and waved it so that Goody Hawkins thought the other woman might hit her with it, so she backed up, afraid.
But the Indian woman turned to the plant and commenced to digging it out of the ground with her stick, digging up the roots. The Indian woman pulled off the roots and pushed them into Goody Hawkins' hands, keeping some for herself. She put the roots into a deerskin bag, and 'twas then that Goody Hawkins saw other herbs and things in that bag, and figured out that t'other woman was in the woods for just the same job as herself, namely, getting herbs.
Even though they didn't speak each other's language, by pantomiming and pointing they could understand each other, and Goody Hawkins learned that the leaf she'd been about to eat was deadly poison. But the roots were good eating, roasted or boiled just like a potato. How 'bout that! Plants are funny that way.
Goody Hawkins realised she owed her life to the Indian woman, for warnin' her off'n them leaves. But she didn't know just how to thank her new friend. Still, they spent the rest of the day walkin' in the woods, an' Goody Hawkins learned more about the new world's plants in one day than she could've in weeks if she'd had to figure things out for herself.
And by the end of the day, Goody Hawkins knew some Algonquin, and the Indian woman, Namequa, knew some words in English. Namequa saw Goody Hawkins back to the little town and then faded into the trees almost like magic.
Well, the seasons came and went, and Goody Hawkins had her hands full trying to keep people well, what with the snakes and unfriendly Indians and poisonous plants all around. The folks couldn't get none of the plants they brought with 'em to grow very well, 'cause the weather was so different from England's. That meant that folks weren't eatin' right, and 'specially with the children that was bad. But Namequa showed Goody Hawkins plants that were good eating, and Goody Hawkins showed the other womenfolk, and for a time the folks there lived like Indians, what with the menfolk learnin' to hunt and fish from Squanto and the women learnin' to gather wild plants to eat from Goody Hawkins and Namequa.That first Thanksgiving feast, they didn't eat just the corn and squash and beans that Squanto showed the men how to grow; they also had roasted-seed mush and lamb's-quarters gathered by the women. All those, and the deer the neighboring Indians brought, well, that was some dinner!
Well, little by little, those folks got settled. Other ships came, with more people, and, later, with cows and other stock. And then Goody Hawkins was busier than ever, 'cause she was supposed to take care of sick animals, too. Back then, if a cow didn't give milk, folks were apt to think the fairies had stolen the milk in the night, so 'twas only natural they should ask their wise woman for help.
Before long, there were babies, too, human and animal, and mothers needed Goody Hawkins' help to bring 'em into the world. Somehow, though, through all of this, Goody Hawkins kept time to visit with her good friend, and to keep learning, and to look into her silver bowl every now and again.
Well, the years went on, and everybody got older, and some folks just died from getting old. Goody Hawkins' husband died too, and they hadn't any children, so Goody Hawkins should have been alone in the world. But she had her friend Namequa, and every little child in the town called her "Aunt Grace"--she wasn't their real aunt, you know, but they loved her like she was, 'cause she made them things, like sweet-scented pillows, and spicy cookies, and she always listened to them when they told her things. Goody Hawkins had learned a lot from Namequa's tribe, and now that she had no husband to take care of, she spent more time visiting with her Indian friends, and they learned from her too.
Indian magic is full of drums and dreaming. Goody Hawkins' magic was full of words and wishing. But she was careful not to let the rest of the folks know she was learning and teaching magic. Why not? Well, folks don't like what they don't understand, is all. People were afraid of lots of things in them days, 'specially in a strange new place.
And as more of them Puritan preachers came over from England, the folks would be more secret 'bout visiting Goody Hawkins, not wanting the preachers to know they was holding to the old ways. And the preachers, 'specially one Pastor Langford, looked sidewise and never straight on at Goody Hawkins, being afraid she might hex 'em or some such nonsense. Well, Pastor Langford thought she was working for the devil, but he didn't want to say it outright, 'cause folks liked her.
But even that was changing as Goody Hawkins spent more time with Namequa's tribe, and folk got to whispering about it. There was a number of men interested in marrying her, after her husband died, saying it wasn't right for a woman to live alone, but she didn't care about any of 'em. She said no to all of 'em, and some of 'em went away mad. And folk got to saying things outright.
One lady said she seen Goody Hawkins dancing naked with all them Indians. Another said there was a demon keeping Goody Hawkins company, which was why she wasn't wanting to marry again. Somebody else said that it was that demon that killed Goody Hawkins' husband. All round town words buzzed like stinging wasps. Now, when a cow wasn't giving milk, it was Goody Hawkins, not the fairies, who they thought had stolen it. Folks began to keep their children away from her. And Pastor Langford came right out and made fiery sermons about witches and the devil and sin and punishment.
Goody Hawkins saw and heard all of this, but what could she do? It was her word against the words of respectable folk, and nobody was going to believe her. So she kept silent, kept to herself, and waited.
She didn't have to wait long. One evening, she came home from a visit to her Indian friends and found her cottage in ruins. Jars were smashed, boxes thrown all over. The herb-bunches had been torn down from the ceiling, her cauldron overturned, Bible verses scrawled all over the walls with charcoal from her fireplace. "Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live", they said, and Goody Hawkins felt cold in her heart because she knew that the people wanted to kill her.
And worst of all, her beautiful silver bowl was all bent and crushed, like someone had hit it with a hammer. Goody Hawkins sat down at the table in the midst of the mess, and cried.
She felt helpless and angry. She wished she really could turn people into toads. She made half-hearted tries at cleaning up, but gave it up. Her heart burned with wanting to hurt the people who'd done it, and froze with knowing her life wasn't worth a straw to 'em.
My granny said, that in that hour the devil did come to her, offering to kill the townsfolk for her, if she'd give up her soul to him, but Goody Hawkins chased him out with her broom. I think more likely, she thought about putting poison in the well-water, but knew that not only would that poison the townsfolk, it'd poison the water and the earth, and the water and earth hadn't hurt her. And she knew that killing all those folks would poison her soul, too, forever, make her sour and angry as a real wicked witch.
So instead, she gathered all her power to her, all her love and strength; she threw down her hiding bonnet, and shook out her hair, which was getting grey by now, and walked proud and tall out into the town square. The folks began to gather round, saying hateful things, but Goody Hawkins lifted up her arms and began to sing, strong and sweet, in the old tongue that nobody but wise folk could speak anymore. And when the folks saw that their words couldn't hurt her, they commenced to pick up stones to throw at her.
But before they could throw their stones, the preachers came and said she'd have to have a proper trial. So soldiers took Goody Hawkins away with them, away from the shouting people, and she was still singing as they locked her up.
They tried to get her to tell them things, like was she partners with the devil, and had she hexed people and animals, and did she have a demon helper, and did she change into a cat to steal milk, but she never did nothing but close her eyes and sing softly, smiling like she saw something beautiful. So finally they gave up and took her to the courthouse.
There all kinds of people told stories about Goody Hawkins and things she'd never really done. And all through it, Goody Hawkins stood tall, and looked straight in the faces of the folks as was doing the telling. When everyone was through with their lying, the judge asked Goody Hawkins had she anything to say.
Goody Hawkins looked round at the folks, looking like your momma when she's gonna scold you, and began telling each one what she'd done for them. This one wouldn't be alive if Goody Hawkins hadn't helped his mother with the birthing. That one's daughter was deathly sick with fever, and Goody Hawkins cured her. The other one's cows were dropping down dead before Goody Hawkins found out they were eating poisonous leaves. There wasn't one person in that courtroom Goody Hawkins hadn't helped somehow over the years. And folks were looking like you do when you're getting a scolding and you know you've been wrong.
But Pastor Langford butted in and said that Goody Hawkins must have led the cows to the poison leaves, she must have made the little girl sick, she must have put a hex on the mother so her baby had trouble being born. And even though some folks still looked uncertain, the rest of 'em started howling for Goody Hawkins to die, and that was that.
They took her out to the town square where there was a big oak tree, to hang her onto it. Some soldiers held the crowd back, while two of the others tied Goody Hawkins up, tied a rope around her neck, and threw the other end over one of the branches of the tree. Goody Hawkins wasn't scared to die, but she was scared of the pain, though she didn't let the people see that. She looked out at them and smiled, and was glad to see some people quit their shouting and look worried.
Pastor Langford came up, looking nervous, and said, "Do you wish to confess your sins? You may yet be forgiven and reach Heaven."
Goody Hawkins just smiled and said, "I have nothing to confess or be forgiven for, nothing I am ashamed of. I want no part of your heaven."
The preacher fairly threw a fit right there, choking and stuttering, he wanted so bad to cuss and swear at her but couldn't in front of the townsfolk. So he just pointed to the soldier holding the end of the rope, and he commenced to hauling on it.
Goody Hawkins felt the rope tighten and her ears started to ring, and she took what she was sure was her last breath. But suddenly there was a scream, and the rope went loose. Her head cleared, she looked around, and saw the soldier who'd been pulling her up holding onto his arm, where there was an arrow sticking out of it.
Folks was shouting and running all over the place, and Goody Hawkins saw that a whole tribe of Indians had come out of the woods like magic with bows and arrows and spears and all. The soldiers couldn't get a clear shot at none of the Indians, what with folks running round like ants when their hill gets kicked over. And in the middle of all that hollerin' and confusion, Goody Hawkins felt a sharp blade between her wrists, cutting the ropes that tied her.
There was two Indians there, a big young man and Goody Hawkins' friend Namequa who held a finger to her lips to shush her. The young man scooped Goody Hawkins up in his arms, and ran into the woods carrying her.
All of a sudden, the Indians disappeared like morning mist, and when the folks looked round, Goody Hawkins was gone too.
The folks never saw her again, and Namequa's tribe were never as friendly to them. Goody Hawkins' cottage was just left to fall down and rot, and nothing in it was ever touched.But some folks were sorry Goody Hawkins was gone, especially when they got sick, or their children or animals. And one day a mother whose little baby was as sick as could be and nobody could help her, she went into the woods by herself, carrying an iron pot. She walked into a clearing, and waited, listening. The woods got quiet, as if they were listening too, and the lady began talking about the baby's problem and asking for help of whoever was listening.
She put the pot down, turned around, and walked out of the woods without looking back. The next day, she came back, and where she had left the pot, there was a little bundle of herbs, wrapped up in a soft deerskin. She ran home with it, and made it into tea for her baby, and the baby got better.
Well, word of the cure got around among the womenfolk, quietly, not like the lies about Goody Hawkins had gotten around before. They kept it a secret from the preachers, and after a while the preachers forgot about Goody Hawkins.
And every once in a while, a woman would slip away from the town, out into the woods, carrying some small thing, that she thought Goody Hawkins might be able to use, knowing that Goody Hawkins was out there somewhere, and would hear them. And always there would be an herb packet there the next day, or a little charm, or some such.
As the years went by, the herb packets stopped appearing, but the woman who turned back would see a shaft of light fall on some plant, and would take that back home with her. And finally, even that stopped, but somehow the help always came, somebody got better. There was a song, too. My granny's granny taught her this song, and my granny taught it to me, to sing to Goody Hawkins when we needed help:
With heavy heart I come and stand
The oak and bonny ivy,
A gift to offer in my hand.
The hazel, ash and bay tree.
How can I hope for any good
The oak and bonny ivy,
By standing in the empty wood?
The hazel, ash and bay tree.
But I will trust and dry my tears,
The oak and bonny ivy,
And know that the Wise Goodwife hears.
The hazel, ash, and bay tree.
"Child, what are you doing out of bed?"
"I feel better, gramma!"
"Let me feel of your forehead. Well, that's fine."
"Gramma, can I have my coat?"
"Where are you going, child?"
"Out to the woods, gramma."
"What's that you have there?"
"It's a picture, gramma, look."
"Well, that's right nice. I think I can guess who that is. And I see you've given her back her silver bowl! She'll be happy. Off you go, then."
"Bye bye, gramma. I'll come back soon." | 4 |
730 | Wesley's Anal Ordeal Part 2 | "OWWWWWWWWW" Wesley gave out in a high pitched voice as Bok Dar the Ferengi slipped a stubby finger into Wes's tight virginal asshole.
"Listen to the pussyboy yelp" laughed the Klingon, cupping his growing member at the sight of Wesley's totally perfect and soon to be ravaged ass. Taul, the Vulcan captain and leader of Wes's abductors added, "Yes indeed, his is the Federation's most lovely heavenly body to behold." Bok Dar continued to finger fuck Wes's ass as acting Ensign Crusher moaned in discomfort. "Bring the boy into the interrogation room Bok" ordered Taul.
NO NO NO This can't be happening thought Wesley. He had known that many members of the Enterprise thought him attractive, but no one had made a pass at him, unless you counted Commander Riker's ass pats as passes....come to think of it, the Commander seemed rather fond of patting Wes's ass lately....but nothing could have prepared him for having his ass gouged by a horny Ferengi. They'll never accept me at the Academy if they found out about this, thought Wesley......Wesley had never heard about the rape rooms at Starfleet Academy or of Hell Week.......Picard had been shielding him....but nothing could shield him now as Bok pushed him on his hands and knees into the interrogation room....now with two Ferengi digits penetrating his tender ass.
"Good Bok, I like to see a boy on his hands and knees before I fuck him, especially a human boy...they're so soft and woman-like," offered Kor. "This is how we Ferengi treat our women" replied Bok Dar, "I thought the lad had better get used to it.
"ENOUGH" shouted Taul "I can no longer hold back the ancient calling of Pon Farr........Ensign Wesley Crusher....prepare to be fucked" the lustful Vulcan concluded as he snapped the two side buttons holding on his metallic briefs. They fell away revealing a throbbing cock, approximately 9 inches long....green tinged from the Vulcan blood that was rushing into it. Wesley could guess at its length because it was the same size as the Cilo-wrench he used in Engineering. Wesley's eyes got even wider when Kor, the renegade Klingon, stepped directly in front of him,.already undressed, and pointed an impossibly huge, deformed looking brownish cock at his tender mouth. "This is for you, Federation whore-boy" he said as he pressed the engorged head against Wes's mouth. "Kiss the pre-cum off my warrior dick, pussy boy."Due to the double-blind, any mail replies to this message will be anonymized, and an anonymous id will be allocated automatically. You have been warned. Please report any problems, inappropriate use etc. to [email protected]. | 4 |
742 | null | "I take after Dracula," Howell muttered. "Sunlight is hazardous to my health."
"Get out there, or...."
"I'm going, I'm going..." Howell staggered out the door.
Mrs. Howell put a cork in the bottle and stashed it back in Thurston's cabinet. She sat down at her dressing table and looked at herself in the mirror.
"Now. If the Professor and Gilligan were fooling around with Ginger and Mary Ann, and Thurston was passed out like he always is, then the only person who could have been with me was... the Captain." She winked at herself in the mirror.
"I do remember how sore I was the next morning. The Captain must be hung like my halfback." She turned in her chair, thinking aloud. "I've got to get some of that fruit."
Mary Ann was coming.
"Nnnnnnngggggghh!" she gasped, "Oooooooooohhhh!"
She shook her head from side to side, her fingers pinching her nipples, her pelvis tilting forward and back against Ginger's fingers, tongue and jaw.
Ginger sat back, lifting her head from Mary Ann's crotch, leaving her fingers inside her pussy.
Mary Ann collapsed against the sand. Ginger crawled up beside her and lay her head on Mary Ann's breast. She kept her hand where it was. Mary Ann squeezed her legs together, holding Ginger's hand in place.
"Gosh, that was good," Mary Ann whispered. "Who needs men?"
"Men are good for some things, though."
"Yeah, somebody's got to open the pickle jars."
Ginger giggled. "On the other hand, there's nothing feels as good as a hard cock..."
"Well, try this," Mary Ann said, pushing Ginger over onto her back. She reached down and pushed Ginger's legs apart and slipped down between them.
The Skipper was collecting shellfish for supper. He was up to his knees in the water, bending over, fumbling through the sandy bottom for them.
Mrs. Howell had just strolled to the lagoon and spotted him. She stood, admiring the view of the Skipper's rear end, imagining that she could see his sex organs hanging down under it.
"Yoo hoo, Captain!" Mrs. Howell called.
The Skipper straightened up, his hands full of shells. "Oh, hello, Mrs. Howell."
"Do you need some help with that?"
The Skipper looked at her. "In all the years we've been here on this island, this is the first time you've offered help."
As he said it, a sliver of a memory of one other time... no... that must have been a dream.
Lovey smiled at him. "There's a first time for everything."
She rolled up her pant legs and waded out into the lagoon toward the Skipper. He moved toward her. When they reached each other, the Skipper handed her the shells he had collected, and turned back to get more.
She watched him bend over again, wanting to reach out and caress his bottom. She turned, reluctantly taking her eyes from his ass, and took the shells to shore.
The Professor held the flask to the light, swirling the clear juice. "Very nice," he said, turning to Gilligan.
They had mashed the fruits and strained the juice using an improvised centrifuge. The fruits had produced a little over 30 cubic centimeters of juice.
"Why didn't you use all the fruit?" Gilligan asked, holding up the three remaining yellow globes.
"Simple," the Professor smiled. "Seeds."
"Oh." Gilligan set the fruits back on the Professor's lab table. "Oh! I get it. We can plant these and grow more."
The Professor nodded and smiled. "We're all ready for tonight."
Ginger looked down her body at the dark-haired Mary Ann, who had her face buried in Ginger's pussy.
"Oh gosh.... mmmmmmm," she moaned.
Mary Ann raised her eyes, looking up at Ginger, her lips fastened around Ginger's clit, her fingers inside her pussy.
Ginger raised up on her elbows, and threw her head back. Her body was shaking, and she rolled her pelvis against Mary Ann's mouth.
"Oh! Oh!" she gasped, "Yes.... yes.... yesssss"
Her body seemed to explode, a rolling wave of orgasm sweeping over her.
She collapsed to the sand. Mary Ann crawled up her body, kissing her way up Ginger's torso, pausing a moment at her breasts, then proceeding on to kiss her lips.
They lay together, wordlessly, exhausted on the sand.
The Skipper and Mrs. Howell carried the baskets of shellfish to the compound, setting it on the table in their cooking area. They looked around for Ginger or Mary Ann.
Not finding them, the Captain gathered some firewood to start a pot boiling to steam the shellfish.
"I'll be back after a while," Mrs. Howell said, gently.
The Skipper nodded, absently.
Mrs. Howell walked past her own hut, listening to hear Thurston mumbling to himself. He was back inside the hut again, probably drinking.
She walked quietly to the Professor's hut. She tapped at the door.
"Professor?"
There was no answer. She pushed the door open and crept inside. She looked around and spotted the bright yellow fruits on the lab table. She slipped one of the fruits into her bra, between her breasts.
She slipped back out the door and closed it behind her.
Ginger and Mary Ann walked into the 'kitchen'.
"Let us take over now, Skipper," Mary Ann smiled.
"Okay," he nodded, and wandered back toward the lagoon.
After supper that evening, Ginger and Mary Ann got up to fetch dessert. The Professor nodded at Gilligan. He then picked up the pitcher and refilled all of their drinking cups. Gilligan distracted the others, while the Professor slipped some of his juice into Ginger and Mary Ann's cups.
The girls returned with another banana cream pie. The Professor and Gilligan smiled as they watched Mary Ann and Ginger drain their cups.
The Professor volunteered to help Mary Ann with the dishes. She looked at him with a strange expression on her face.
They cleared the table and carried them to the washtub.
Mr. Howell yawned and said "I think I need a drink." He got up and headed toward his hut.
"Thurston," Mrs. Howell said, then she got up and followed him to their hut.
Gilligan looked across the table at Ginger. She batted her eyes at him.
"Did you want to say something, Gilligan?" she asked.
"W-W-Would you like to take a walk?" Gilligan stammered.
"Why would I want to walk with you?" Ginger pried."There's something down at the beach I want to show you."
"Oh," Ginger smiled. "Well, okay then..."
Gilligan scrambled to his feet. Ginger got up gracefully. The two of them walked off toward the lagoon, leaving the Skipper alone at the table.
The Skipper sat there for several minutes, picking his teeth. Soon he began to hear a sound something like a moose with a head cold. Mr. Howell must have fallen asleep.
The Skipper smiled and shook his head. How could his wife have stood that all these years?
He turned around and leaned back against the table, his toothpick stuck in the corner of his mouth. He looked up at the starry sky.
"All I ask is a tall ship, and a star to steer her by," he muttered.
The door to the Howells' hut opened, and Lovey stepped out. She looked over to the table and spotted the Skipper. She strolled up and sat down beside him on the bench.
"He's unusually loud tonight," the Skipper commented.
"Yes."
They sat silently for a few minutes.
The Skipper looked up at the stars. While he was looking away, Lovey quietly slipped the yellow fruit out of her bra and put it into the fruit basket on the table.
The Professor and Mary Ann worked quietly, the Professor washing, Mary Ann drying the dishes. Every once in a while they would look at each other and smile.
The dishes finally done, the Professor dried his hands. He turned to Mary Ann.
"Would you like to take an after-dinner stroll?"
Her eyes sparkled in the moonlight. "Sure."
They walked together slowly down the path toward the sweetwater pool. About halfway there, Mary Ann reached out and took his hand, and they strolled hand-in-hand to the pool.
Lovey cleared her throat. The Skipper looked over at her. She took a banana from the fruit basket.
"You're not going to let me eat alone, are you?" she asked.
The Skipper shook his head. He reached for the fruit basket, but Lovey took the yellow fruit from the basket and handed it to him.
His face lit up. "I thought these were all gone!" He bit into it.
Lovey smiled. She took the entire peeling off the banana, slowly and deliberately.
The Skipper took another bite.
Lovey nibbled one end of the peeled banana.
Gilligan and Ginger reached the lagoon. He picked up a few shells on the beach and began to skip them into the surf.
Ginger watched for a few minutes, then said, "Is this what you brought me here to see?"
Nervously, Gilligan turned to face her. "No.... ummm..."
He stepped up closer to her. He stood, nervously shifting from foot to foot.
She batted her eyes at him. "Yes, Gilligan?"
Finally, he leaned forward quickly and kissed her, a quick peck on the lips.
He stepped back, half expecting her to slap him. She reached out and took his head between her hands, and pulled it toward her, planting a kiss on him that would melt steel.
Mary Ann and the Professor reached the sweetwater pool. The moon reflected off the pool and the shimmering waterfall.
They turned to face each other, and the Professor wrapped his arms around her. She melted in his arms, tilting her head back. He kissed her tentatively, then with more passion, and she returned the kiss.
Lovey wrapped her lips around the banana, drawing it into her mouth sensually.
The Skipper's jaw dropped, and he stared, watching her fellate the banana.
The Professor dropped to his knees in front of Mary Ann, and untied the knot in her blouse. It dropped open, revealing her lovely, firm breasts and dark brown nipples.
He took first one, then the other nipple between his lips, tickling the tip of each with his tongue and sucking gently.
She ran her fingers through his hair, her head tilted back, her eyes closed.
Ginger dropped her hands to Gilligan's waist, and untied his drawstring pants. They fell to the sand.
She wrapped her fingers around his erection, and whispered in his ear, "Is this what you brought me here to see?"
Gilligan gulped, and nodded.
Ginger dropped to her knees and sat back on her heels. She turned his dick to the left, to the right, then up and down, examining it from all angles.
She looked up and smiled. "Gilligan, I think it's a penis."
Lovey finished her banana, the Skipper still staring, his hands shaking.
She reached across the table and gripped his hand.
"Come on," she whispered.
"M-m-mrs. H-h-howell," he stammered.
"Lovey... please," she smiled.
"I-I-I don't think that..."
"Shhhh," she whispered. "Don't worry about Thurston. Listen. You can still hear him snore."
She stood up and pulled the Skipper to his feet, and led him down the pathway into the jungle.
Ginger wrapped her lips around the end of Gilligan's cock, swirling her tongue around his cockhead.
Gilligan moaned, unconsciously bucking his hips, pushing his penis further into her mouth.
"Easy, now, Gilligan," she said, gripping him firmly. She applied her lips and tongue to his cock again, cupping his balls with one hand, a firm grip on his shaft with the other.
Mary Ann moaned softly as the Professor kissed his way down her belly, pushing his tongue into her navel. His hands worked gently at her shorts, unbuttoning them. They slid down her legs, and she stepped out of them.
She dropped her open blouse off her shoulders and stood naked in the moonlight. The Professor sat back on his heels, looking at her.
She turned, slowly. "Like what you see?"
"Prettiest girl on the island."
"Humpf. That's not saying much."
"Prettiest girl I've ever seen."
"That's better." She leaned over and kissed his lips. "Now it's your turn. Stand up."
He scrambled to his feet. Mary Ann unbuttoned his shirt, and slipped it back over his shoulders. She ran her hands down his hairless chest and down his belly. She unfastened his trousers, and let them drop. Then she pulled his boxer shorts down over his ass, and they joined his other clothing on the ground. He stepped out of his shoes as he freed his feet from his pants, his penis erect and throbbing.
"Last one in's a rotten egg," she said, and dashed for the pool.
The Professor wasn't far behind her. They hit the water at the same time, splashing into the cold water. They dove down, kissing under water, then broke the surface in an embrace, their feet just touching bottom as their heads bobbed at the surface. They held each other tightly.
Gilligan tugged off his shirt and cap, and stepped out of his pants.
Ginger stood up and turned around.
"Unzip me," she said.
Gilligan fumbled for the zipper pull, then worked it slowly down her back. The dress opened up, revealing her bare back -- no bra straps. The zipper ended just at the crack of her ass.
She shrugged out of the dress facing away from him, and let it drop slowly.
Gilligan stared at her ass, so round, so firm, so fully packed. He reached out and caressed it, gently, his hands shaking.
Mary Ann wrapped her legs around the Professor's hips, clinging to him in the water. As they kissed, she worked herself up him, until the tip of his penis was just at the entrance to her pussy. She lowered herself on him, taking his thick cock fully inside her.
The Professor stood in the water, marveling at how the differential in ambient temperature between the aqua pura and Mary Ann's internal vaginal temperature...
What the hell... the cold water made her cunt feel even hotter.
He gripped her tighter.
Lovey and the Skipper found a small clearing in the jungle and sat down.
Lovey wrapped her arms around the Skipper's neck and kissed him gently on the lips.
He hesitated a moment, then returned the kiss. She opened her mouth, and his tongue danced inside.
She slid over into his lap, running one hand over his barrel chest, outside his shirt.
Ginger turned around, giving Gilligan a good look at her firm, pink-nippled breasts, and the red-haired patch below. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him again.
They sank to their knees on the sandy beach. She pushed Gilligan backwards, and he lay on his back. She moved quickly into a sixty-nine position on top of him, lowering her pussy over his face, as she drew his penis between her lips.
Gilligan dove in greedily, fastening his lips around her clit, stroking it with his tongue. He reached up, grabbing the white globes of her asscheeks, clinging to them as she moved sensually.
She took his full length into her mouth, deep-throating him. Gilligan moaned.
Mary Ann and the Professor worked their way back to the edge of the pool, and the Professor climbed out, Mary Ann still wrapped around him.
He staggered a few feet, his cock firmly held inside her pussy. He dropped to his knees, and gently lowered her to the ground.
She released her grip on his hips, and he began to take slow, deep strokes. She met each stroke with a tilt of her pelvis, rubbing her clit against his shaft.
Lovey unbuttoned her blouse, letting it drop off her shoulders.She reached behind her and unhooked her bra, and shrugged out of it. She grasped the Skipper's shaking hands and placed them on her breasts. His fingers found her nipples, and as he twisted them between his fingers, she kissed his lips again.
She pushed him gently backwards until he lay on the soft grass. She knelt between his legs and unfastened his pants. She reached inside and wrapped her fingers around his growing penis. Her fingers did not reach all the way around it.
He lifted his hips, and she slid his pants down, maneuvering around to get them down his legs and off, taking his shoes with them. She knelt again between his legs and licked his penis, which was too big to take into her mouth. She cupped his balls in one hand, gently massaging them as she worked over his huge cockhead with her lips and tongue.
Ginger's body shook as she neared orgasm. Gilligan was nothing if not diligent in his efforts at her clit. She sat back a little, pressing her cunt against his jaw and tongue, keeping a firm grip on his penis.
She started to come, her orgasm beginning at her clit, radiating through her body in a warm rush. As her contractions ended, she slid off his face and turned to kiss his lips, tasting her own juices on his mouth.
The Professor rolled over onto his back, pulling Mary Ann over on top of him. She sat up, impaling herself on his cock. She sat there, making small circles, rubbing her clit against his pubic bone and base of his cock.
She could feel little contractions beginning in her pussy and reached down to stroke her clit. He pushed her hands aside and, using his thumbs, made circular motions over her clit.
Mary Ann tilted her head back, her eyes closed, her breasts thrust forward, a lovely sight for the Professor. Her cunt clamped down on him as she climaxed, her body quivering with the force of her orgasm.
Lovey stood up and unfastened her skirt, allowing it to drop to the ground. As the Skipper watched interestedly, she turned and pulled her panties down over her ass, giving him a view not only of her asshole but a good look at her pussy.
Now naked, she turned again towards him, stepping over his legs and squatting over his hips. His huge cock stood up in front of her dark pubic hair. She wrapped both hands around his cock and stroked gently, as he reached up to tweak her nipples with his fingers.
She raised herself up and forward, guiding his penis to the entrance to her cunt. She lowered herself, breathing deeply as his cockhead forced her cuntlips aside, pushing slowly inside her.
Mary Ann began to move again, pushing herself up and down with her legs. The Professor reached up and took hold of her breasts, rolling her erect nipples with his thumbs.
He neared orgasm. He moved his hands from her breasts to her shoulders and pulled her on top of him. He kissed her lips as his balls exploded, pumping spurt after spurt into her hot, waiting pussy.
Ginger lay back on the sand. Gilligan scrambled up between her legs and kissed his way up her body, pausing briefly to suck on her pink nipples. She pulled him to her and kissed his mouth, her tongue slipping through their lips. She reached down and guided his cock into her dripping pussy.
He began slow, easy strokes, her legs wrapped around his, her feet just behind his knees. Gilligan neared orgasm and pushed himself deeply into Ginger's cunt. Ginger slid her legs up around his hips, holding him inside her as he started to ejaculate. He collapsed on top of her, and they breathed heavily together.
The Skipper was breathing heavily, too, as Lovey continued to lower herself on his huge shaft. Lovey moaned softly, allowing her body to adjust to the Skipper's size. She was lubricating freely, which was making it easier for the Skipper's cock to slide inside her.
She reached the bottom of his shaft. She sat still a moment, savoring the sensation of being completely filled up. He was the size of her fullback in college, and that brought back some lovely memories.
The Skipper was caressing her breasts, rolling his thumbs over her nipples. She tilted her head back, arching her back, pressing her tits into his hands. She reached down and stroked her clit, pressing it between her fingers and his penis. She shivered with pleasure.
She raised herself just a bit, allowing the Skipper's cock to slide out about two inches, then lowered herself again. The movement was getting easier. She did it again and again, picking up a little speed, holding her clit against his penis.
"Nnnnngh," the Skipper moaned, and clasped at her. He began to come; there was no room inside her, so it gushed around his cock and ran down into his pubic hair.
She continued to work herself up and down his shaft, nearing orgasm herself. As the Skipper's cock softened, and with the extra lubrication of his come, she picked up some speed.
The contractions came suddenly, squeezing against his cock, shaking her body. She collapsed forward, with him still inside her, and lay on his barrel chest.
The Professor and Mary Ann took another dip in the pool, rinsing each other off with giggles and tender touches. They got dressed and headed back to the compound.
Ginger and Gilligan also arose and dashed hand-in-hand into the surf in the lagoon to rinse off the sand, then they too dressed and headed 'home'. The four of them arrived at the girls' hut at the same time. With knowing glances at each other, the two couples kissed again good-night. The two girls headed into their hut.
The Professor put his arm around Gilligan's shoulder. "So how did it go?"
"It didn't go," Gilligan grinned. "It came."
The Professor chuckled. They headed back to their huts.
Lovey reluctantly removed herself from the Skipper's cock; even in its flaccid state it was a sizable organ. She recovered her clothing, slipping into her blouse and skirt, tucking her bra and panties into her pocket. The Skipper arose and tugged on his trousers and shoes.
They walked hand in hand almost to the compound, dropping this last physical contact when they approached the clearing, in case anyone was still up to see them. They needn't have bothered; there was no one in the compound, and the only sound was the buzz-saw roar of Thurston Howell's snores.
The Skipper walked her to the door of her hut. "Good-night, sweet Captain," she whispered. She kissed him quickly and slipped through the hut door. The Skipper sauntered back to his hut. He noted that Gilligan was already in the top hammock, and he rolled into the lower one. As he pulled the blankets up under his chin, he felt suddenly dizzy; then he fell into a deep sleep.
Lovey changed into her nightgown, using a hand towel to wipe away most of the Skipper's semen. She slipped into the bed, listened for a moment to the roar of the buzz saw, then reached over for the soft gum earplugs.
Thurston was cuddled up with his teddy bear. "He couldn't care less if I was here or not," she muttered. She lay back against the pillow, thinking about the Captain's penis.
Morning. The seven castaways headed for the outhouses and the sweetwater pool for their morning cleanup.
The Professor and Mary Ann passed each other on the path. "Good morning, Roy," Mary Ann said, smiling.
"'Morning," the Professor smiled back.
She took his hand and leaned forward to kiss him lightly. "Thanks for last night," she whispered. "It was great!" She continued toward the pool.
The Professor was staggered; the juice was supposed to work on her memory...
Gilligan was just coming out of the outhouse as Ginger approached. She slipped one hand under Gilligan's balls and kissed him lightly on the cheek. "Hi, Stud Muffin!"
"H-h-hello!" Gilligan stammered and stumbled.
She moved past him into the outhouse and closed the door. Gilligan ran toward the other outhouse, where the Professor was just emerging.
"It didn't work," he gasped.
"What are you talking about?"
"Ginger remembered! The juice didn't work!"
"Of course it worked... You got laid, didn't you?" The Professor smiled. "Maybe it's better this way, anyhow."
"Why's that?"
"This way we can make love with the girls any time we want. We don't have to rely on the fruit."
"Oh, yeah." Gilligan smiled. "Right."
They walked up the path to join the others at the pool.
Lovey watched the others as they played together in the water. It was obvious that the younger folks were getting to know each other as lovers. Her eyes widened as she thought, "They remember! They weren't supposed to remember!"
The Skipper arrived at the pool. "Good morning, Mrs. Howell."
"Good morning, Captain," she smiled. "And how did you sleep last night?"
"I went to bed right after supper," he said, "and I slept like a baby all night."
Lovey heaved a sigh of relief. He didn't remember! She puzzled over it in her mind, until she came to a sudden realization. It's not the juice of the fruit that works, it's the pulp!
She would have to talk to the Professor about that... someday.PART THREE
Gilligan was crouching in the bushes, peering through the foliage, as Ginger waded into the sweetwater pool under the waterfall. Her back was toward him as she moved under the waterfall. He saw her drop her clothing and caught a glimpse of her bare ass before it was covered with the white water.
"C'mon, Ginger, turn around," he whispered. "Turn around..."
He reached down into his pants and gripped his penis, already erect. He pulled it out and stroked it, watching the shadowy image of Ginger's naked bottom through the flowing water.
Ginger turned around under the waterfall and stuck her head through the flow. "Gilligan!" she shouted. "Get your ass over here right now!"
Gilligan stood up and ran down to the pool. He pulled off his clothes and waded to the waterfall. Ginger reached through the flow of water and grabbed his hand, pulling him under the falls to the little alcove underneath.
Ginger wrapped her arms around him, drawing him into a passionate kiss, rubbing her wet, naked body against him. She reached down and grabbed his penis, stroking its length. She lowered herself in the water, pulling him down on top of her.
Gilligan kissed her breasts as she guided his cock to the entrance to her pussy. He pressed it inside her, and she moaned with pleasure, taking his full length easily. He began slow, easy strokes, the resistance of the water making his movements easier and slower.
Ginger's clit pressed against the base of his cock with each stroke, and she gasped every time he pressed against it.
"Oh, gosh," she whispered, "I'm coming..."
Her pussy grabbed at his cock as her body shook, with a warm glow flowing from her pussy though the rest of her body.
Gilligan pumped twice more, and with the pressure from her orgasmic pussy, he began to ejaculate inside her. He kissed her lips as they caught their breath.
They stood up, finally. Ginger picked up her bar of coconut-butter soap, and they lathered each other up, giggling and laughing.
Roy Hinkley, "The Professor", was making his bed. Literally making his bed. He had gathered some nice pieces of bamboo and was busily making a double-sized bed.
Whistling as he worked, he was also trying to decide just how to approach Mary Ann about moving in with him. Making love in the moonlight in the great outdoors was great, but the rainy season was approaching.
The Skipper was whistling, too, as he cast his fishing line into the surf. He waited for a nibble, holding the fishing rod braced against his belly.
A strange, yet familiar voice sounded behind him. "Welcome to Sherwood."
He turned to see a man all in green perched on a fallen tree trunk. He was carrying a huge bow and a quiver of arrows on his back.
He blinked twice, almost dropping his fishing rod. "Robin Hood?"
"None other," the man in green said, grinning. "You look very familiar. Are you not the son of one of my merry men?"
"No," the Skipper shook his head. "Not that I know of."
"Strange," Robin said. He looked at the Skipper's fishing rod. "Fishing? Is there no game in the forest?"
"Not that we've been able to find," the Skipper said. "How did you get here? Are you our rescue?"
"Rescue? From Sherwood?"
"This is NOT Sherwood. It's an island in the South Pacific." The Skipper reeled in his line and set the fishing rod aside.
"South... Pacific? It looks like Sherwood..." Robin turned and looked around. "But then again..."
"Believe me," the Skipper said, "it's not England. Do you have a boat?"
Robin shook his head.
"A plane? A helicopter?"
Robin shook his head. Suddenly, he stood still. "Hark!"
"What is it..."
Robin placed a hand over the Skipper's mouth, silencing him. "A deer!" he whispered, "A fine stag to make a man's dinner."
He nocked an arrow into the bow and climbed over the fallen tree and into the jungle.
Moments later, Mr. Howell walked out of the jungle onto the beach. The Skipper was staring into the jungle.
"Captain..."
"Did you see him?"
"See who?" Howell frowned.
"Robin Hood."
"Captain, have you been raiding my liquor cabinet?"
Mary Ann looked around the hut at her few meager possessions. She sat down on the cot, considering how quickly she could pack them all away if the Professor asked her the question she wanted him to ask. Five minutes, maybe less.
"But what about Ginger? Would she be all alone in this hut if I moved in with the Professor? Or would Gilligan move in here with her?" she thought. "And that would leave the Skipper alone... oh, my... how complicated."
Ginger walked in, wrapped in her towel. She had been to the waterfall again. And from the glow in her face, it looked like she had been there with someone.
"Talking to yourself again?" Ginger grinned.
"Was I?" Mary Ann blushed. "I've been doing a lot of thinking."
"About the Professor?" Ginger sat on the other cot, facing her. "Has he asked you yet?"
Mary Ann shook her head. Ginger reached over and took her hand.
"He will. Don't worry." Ginger looked into Mary Ann's eyes. "And if he does, do it. Don't worry about me."
Mary Ann reached out and took Ginger into her arms. "Thanks."
Ginger's towel fell away. "In the meantime," she cooed.
Gilligan sat down on a log near a clearing in the jungle. He sat in a position like Rodin's "The Thinker", his chin resting on his fist, his elbow on his knee.
He was considering his relationship with Ginger. He loved her, he really did. Or was it just lust? Did he want to live the rest of his life with her, or was it that she was available, and here, and...
His vision blurred, and he blinked. Next to him on the log was a golden-haired fellow, about his same age. He blinked again. The fellow was still there.
"Hi, Maynard, old buddy." The golden-haired fellow grinned.
Gilligan sat up. "Maynard?"
"Hey, where's your goatee?"
Gilligan rubbed his chin.
"What's wrong, Maynard?"
"My name is Gilligan. Who are you?"
"You mean you don't recognize your oldest friend? It's Dobie." The fellow laughed. "And you're Maynard."
"Gilligan," he said. "My name is Gilligan."
"It's Maynard, and I'll prove it. Watch this... 'work'"
A shiver ran up Gilligan's spine. He shook it off.
"See there," Dobie said. "You're Maynard."
Gilligan shook his head.
"Well, whatever, old buddy," Dobie grinned. "What's on your mind?"
"Ummm," Gilligan squirmed. "I guess I can tell you since you're imaginary."
"Who's imaginary?" Dobie grinned. "Que pasa?"
"It's a girl," Gilligan said.
"I figured that," Dobie smiled. "Why else would I be here?"
"I'm not sure what I feel for her. Is it love or is it lust?"
"Does it matter?"
Gilligan looked at him. "Of course it matters."
"Okay. Do you want to be with her even when you've got your clothes on?"
"Yeah."
"Then it's probably love. Go for it."
Gilligan glanced away. "Go for it?"
There was silence. He looked back, and Dobie was gone.
He sat there a moment longer. "Go for it...."
Lovey Howell adjusted her makeup in the small mirror. She had managed to get Thurston out of the hut for a while, anyway. He needed to get some fresh air, and away from the liquor cabinet for a few hours.
She adjusted her clothing; it was getting a bit tattered with the years of wear. Thank goodness she had brought all of the trunks she had; she pitied the poor younger girls who only had a few outfits.
And the Captain and Gilligan had only one set of clothes, since they had expected to be home that night so long ago.
When they wore out their clothes, I guess they'd have to go naked...
Thinking of the Captain naked brought a sly grin to her face. That might not be so bad after all.
She headed out the door toward the Professor's hut. She needed to talk with him about the fruits.
The Professor tied the last knots and slid the double-sized bed towards the wall. He had to adjust the position of his lab-table and trunk, but it all fit. At least he didn't have to rebuild the hut.
He stood back and admired his work, thinking about the workout he wanted to give it.
There was a tap at the door. "Professor?"
It was Mrs. Howell. He invited her in. She sat in his 'relaxing' chair, and he perched on his lab stool.
"What can I help you with?"
"This is rather awkward, Professor," she said, almost blushing.
"Go ahead. We're all friends here," the Professor smiled.
"It's about those yellow fruits Gilligan found last week."
The Professor paused. "Yes? What about them?"
"I know what they do, Professor." She looked away from him, slightly embarrassed. "And I want to grow some more."
"Oh?" The Professor squirmed on his stool. "Are you and Mr. Howell having ...problems?"
"Yes..." Lovey lied. "That's it exactly."
The Professor reached over and picked up the two remaining fruits from his lab table. They had softened, and were giving off a sour fragrance.
"That's funny," he said, "I thought there were three."
Mrs. Howell grimaced.
The Professor handed them to her. He opened his botany book and read from the page describing the fruit.
"Looks like it should be planted in sandy soil, near a tree where the vine can climb. That's all the information I have." He closed the book. "I can't guarantee they'll grow, and I have no idea when the vines will bear fruit."
"I understand, Professor," she said, smiling. "Thank you."
"You're very welcome. I hope the problems work out."Lovey went into the jungle, looking for likely spots to plant her seeds. She found two trees close to the pathway that looked hopeful. She dug a shallow hole next to each tree and placed the rotting fruits in them, covering the hole. She kissed her fingers, then the soil. "Grow, please grow," she whispered.
Thurston Howell walked along the beach. "Damn this island," he said aloud. "Damn this beach, damn this ocean, damn these waves, damn..." He was so distracted by his tirade that he nearly fell over the barrel. He kicked it. It didn't move, and he hurt his foot. He hopped around on his good foot, holding the hurt one. He sat on the barrel, which was lying on the sand. He massaged his toes, muttering, "and damn this barrel." As he worked on his sore toes, he looked down at the barrel. Stenciled on the side of the barrel was the name "Inverness." He looked up at the sky. "If there's a god in heaven, let this be full." He got up and pushed at the barrel. It was very heavy, it had SOMETHING inside. He pushed harder, and the barrel rolled over, exposing the bung. It was intact. "Praise the gods!" he shouted, then clamped his hands over his mouth. He looked around. "I've got to find Gilligan," he muttered.
Mary Ann and Ginger were in a sixty-nine position, with Ginger on top. Ginger's lips were locked around Mary Ann's clitoris, her tongue dancing around the tip of the sensitive nubbin. Mary Ann had her hands around the cheeks of Ginger's ass, her fingertips brushing her anus. Mary Ann's tongue was stroking over Ginger's clitoris, her concentration on her nearing orgasm. Her body began to quiver under Ginger's ministrations. Ginger's fingers slid into Mary Ann's vagina, pressing upward against her g-spot. Mary Ann's body tried to levitate, as an explosive orgasm shook her body. As her contractions slowed, she again applied herself to Ginger's pussy, sucking hungrily on her clitoris. Her fingertips approached Ginger's anus again, and slowly, Mary Ann slid her middle finger into Ginger's anus. "Mmmmmmmmm," Ginger moaned, "Oh, yes." With her other hand, Mary Ann slipped two fingers into Ginger's pussy. Ginger raised up, pushing back against Mary Ann's hands and mouth. "Yes... yes, that's it," she gasped, "Oh yes..." Her body began to quiver, and a gush of vaginal fluid ran down Mary Ann's face. Ginger's orgasm shook the bed, as Mary Ann slowed her tonguing of Ginger's clitoris. Ginger got up slowly and turned around, and lay beside Mary Ann in the narrow cot.
Gilligan was sitting at the table in the compound, contemplating the basket of fruit. Which one was he least tired of? Mrs. Howell approached the compound. "Gilligan, there's something I want you to do for me." "What's that, Mrs. Howell?" "Do you think you could find any more of that yellow fruit?" Gilligan goggled at her for a moment, but remembered that she couldn't possibly know what it was good for. "I'll try, Mrs. Howell," he nodded. "Thank you." She headed for her hut. At that moment, Mr. Howell came running up the path from the beach. "Gilligan, dear boy. Just the man I was looking for..." "What do you want me to do?" sighed Gilligan. Howell looked back toward his hut. Lovey had gone inside. He dropped his voice to a whisper. "I've made a wonderful find on the beach, and I need your help." "What did you find?" Gilligan asked, in a normal voice. "Shhhhh...." hissed Howell. "Keep your voice down." "Okay," whispered Gilligan, "what did you find?" "A whole barrel of Inverness Scotch." "A whole barrel?" Gilligan's voice rose to a normal level again. "Shhhhh!" Howell hissed again. "Sorry," whispered Gilligan. "Come with me. I need to roll it up away from the tide, and I'll need help to get it open."
The Skipper landed his catch; a very nice, big fish. As he pulled it up the beach, he glanced at the jungle, half expecting Robin Hood, or Tarzan, or some other character to come popping out. But nobody did. He pulled out his knife and started cleaning the fish.
The Professor strolled over to the girls' hut and tapped on the door. "Anybody home?" "Just a minute," Ginger's voice sounded from inside. The Professor heard some scrambling around. Ginger jumped up and grabbed a dress, slipping it over her head and zipping it up. Mary Ann retrieved her shorts and slipped them on, and buttoned her blouse. Ginger went to the door. "Hi, Professor." She batted her eyes at him. "I was just coming... er, going." She walked out the door, winking at Mary Ann. "Come on in, Roy." Mary Ann sat on the edge of the bed. The Professor sat down next to her and took her hand. "Mary Ann... I want to ask..." "Yes," she said, smiling. "You didn't know what I want to ask." "Yes I do, and I do." She kissed him. "Give me five minutes to pack up." She finished in four. The Professor picked up her little bag, and they walked hand-in-hand to his hut.
Gilligan and Mr. Howell rolled the barrel up the beach to the edge of the jungle. They tipped it up on end to keep it from rolling back down to the water. "I don't think the tide gets this high," Gilligan observed. "Good. Now, how to open it." Gilligan smiled and picked up the tool box. "I know how to open barrels." He took out the hammer and took aim at the top. "Wait! NO!" Howell shouted, and grabbed the hammer. "If you break the top, we can't close it back up!" He leaned over and looked in the tool box. He picked up a brace and bit. "Now, this will make a small hole that we can plug up." He set the tip of the bit on the top of the barrel-end, and Gilligan started to turn the brace.
The hole was bored through. Gilligan pulled out the bit, and Howell leaned over to sniff the contents. "Heavenly," Howell sighed. "It's Scotch, all right." Then he frowned. "But how do we get it out of the barrel?" "I could still smash the top," suggested Gilligan. Howell just frowned at him. "The Professor uses a kind of vine for tubing in his lab. Maybe we could find some." "Good idea. Go look for some. I'll just sniff for a while." Gilligan dashed into the jungle. He was looking for the vine that the Professor used, but a flash of yellow caught his eye. He stopped and looked closer. It was another vine-full of yellow fruits, just like the ones he found before! He marked the place in his mind and went looking for the tubing-vine. He found some, and pulled it down. Using his pocket knife, he cut off the leaves from a length of it, and took it back to Howell. Howell was standing over the barrel, his nose pressed against the hole. "So near and yet so far," he sighed. Gilligan handed him the vine, and Howell lowered one end into the barrel. He placed the other end between his lips and sucked. "Like drinking through a straw," Gilligan noted. The fluid finally reached Howell's mouth. He filled his mouth, then pinched the end of the vine. He swirled the liquid around his mouth, then swallowed. "Ambrosia," he said, "Nectar!" He raised his eyes to the sky. "Thank you!" "You're welcome," said Gilligan.
Ginger walked toward the compound table, just as the Skipper brought up his load of fish. "I'll take that, Skipper," she said, and he handed over his bundle. "Thanks, Ginger." He stopped to wipe his brow and said, "I'm going to go up to the waterfall and wash up." He started up the path to the sweetwater pool. Ginger took the fish over by the fireplace and added some wood to the coals still smouldering there. Flames started to appear around the new wood.
"Gilligan, dear boy, go back to my hut and get a couple of empty bottles," Howell said, sipping from his straw. "Sure, Mr. Howell." "Oh... If Lovey is there, don't let her see you." "Okay." Gilligan started back toward the compound, but remembered the fruits. He doubled back into the jungle and located the vine. He picked three of the yellow fruits and rolled them up in his shirt. Then he headed back toward the compound.
The Professor and Mary Ann entered his hut... their hut. The Professor led her over to show her the new bed. "Oh, Roy," she said, "you expected me to say yes!" The Professor nodded. She wrapped her arms around his neck. "Let's break it in," she whispered, huskily.
Gilligan ran into the compound and looked around for Mrs. Howell. Not seeing her, he tapped on their door. "Mrs. Howell?" "Yes, Gilligan dear?" She opened the door. "I found some," he said, breathlessly. He unrolled his shirt and handed her the three fruits. "Oh, thank you, dear boy!" She took one and sniffed it. "Smells delicious!" "Ummm," Gilligan shifted from foot to foot. "Mrs. Howell, Mr. Howell sent me for a couple of his empty bottles. But I wasn't supposed to tell you." Lovey frowned slightly, but she was delighted to have the fruits. "Of course you can have his empties." She stepped away from the door and let Gilligan inside. "They're over there in the cabinet."Gilligan stepped over and opened the door. There were several bottles of different-colored fermented fruit juices, and several empties. He picked up two of the empty bottles.
"Thanks," Gilligan said, clutching the bottles.
"Thank you, Gilligan," she said, clasping the fruits to her chest.
The Professor unbuttoned Mary Ann's blouse and peeled it back over her shoulders. He caressed the smooth globes of her breasts, their dark brown nipples popping up like rubber erasers under his fingers.
She moaned and kissed his neck.
His hands moved farther down and unfastened her shorts, dropping them to her feet, where she stepped out of them, along with her shoes.
She reached up and unbuttoned his shirt, running her fingers down his hairless chest. She dropped her hands down to his pants, unfastening them, and they joined Mary Ann's on the floor. He stepped out of his shoes.
Mary Ann sank down into the bed and lay on her back. She lifted her knees, extending her arms towards the Professor. He climbed into the bed, slipping up between her thighs.
He ran his hands over her legs and up her sides to her breasts, tweaking her nipples again. Then back down, running his fingers through her dark pubic hair to the warm wet place below.
His thumb found her clitoris, warm and erect under its tiny hood. She gasped as his thumb brushed over it.
The fingers of his other hand parted her labia, and he could see the moist pinkness within. He slipped a finger inside her, and she gripped it with her vaginal muscles.
He bent down and touched her clitoris with his tongue. It felt hot, and he rolled his tongue over it.
Mary Ann gasped and reached for his head, running her fingers into his hair.
He moved his tongue down further, sliding down the slippery skin past her urethra, plunging his tongue as deeply as he could into her pussy.
She wiggled her hips, running her fingers over his head.
He moved back up to her clitoris, sliding his tongue around and over it.
He fastened his lips around her clitoris, sucking gently, brushing her clitoris with the tip of his tongue. She gripped his hair, holding him in place.
"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh!" she moaned, thrashing her head from side to side.
The Professor raised his head, and as Mary Ann released her grip on his hair, he slid up her body to kiss her waiting lips. His penis poised at the entrance to her vagina, the glans parting her labia and sliding to its full length inside her.
"Ummmmmmph," moaned Mary Ann into the Professor's mouth. Her clitoris pressed against the base of his penis as she tilted her pelvis back. Her vaginal muscles clamped around his penis, holding him in place.
Mrs. Howell walked around to the "kitchen," where Ginger was stirring the hot coals, ready to place the fish fillets on the grill.
"Do you know where the Captain is?" Mrs. Howell asked.
"He said he was going up to take a shower in the waterfall," Ginger said. | 5 |
746 | Incident at the Zoo | "Look, mommy, a gorilla!" the little girl screamed. Kate thought, for the hundredth time, that this seemed a very stupid thing to say. She had been working at the zoo for over 5 years, and all children seemed to say the same thing. She stopped looking out the window from the cage and went to the back. The intercom was located back there, and she picked it up. "Attention please. The zoo is closing now for the day. Please exit as soon as possible, as the animals want to get some sleep." She heard a small burst of laughter from outside, as she always did. As she put the mike down, Steve came in.
"Hey, are you going out with everyone else tonight?" He asked.
"Oh, I don't think so. Mr. Myers said there were some problems in Sarki's room, and he wanted me to check it out."
"Shit. I wouldn't go in there. That's one big ape!" He said.
"Well, he seems to like me. But anyway, I guess the lights are acting up, and he wanted me to take a look at them."
He grinned. "Well, don't let me keep you. Maybe sometime next week?" He asked.
"Sure, next week it is." She smiled back at him. He waved goodbye, and Kate got back to her work.
After taking her normal hour or two to get everything back in order, she went to her locker in the ladies' room to get out of her zoo uniform. After she got it all off, she remembered she had to fix those lights, but since the zoo was closed, she didn't think anyone would mind if she did it in shorts and a t-shirt. She left her things in the bathroom and headed for the gorilla house. After arriving there, she entered Sarki's room, wondering why Mr. Myers seemed to think she was a mechanic or an electrician. Sarki was a huge mountain gorilla, and usually not very amicable. But he had seemed to take to Kate immediately, usually hanging over her shoulder or something whenever she was in his cage. Today was no exception, as she climbed up toward the ceiling to get at the lights. There was a large platform near the ceiling, and she got on that in order to inspect the lights better.
Sarki pulled his bulk right up next to her, but there was plenty of room up there. She stood up and craned her neck, trying to look straight up while keeping her balance. Suddenly, she felt a large hand on her ass, slowly stroking it. She turned around quickly and found Sarki staring at her as his hand caressed her. She stood frozen, afraid that he might push her off the ledge or something. But what he actually did was bring his other hand up and began to feel her breasts through her shirt. Now, Kate never thought of herself as overly kinky, but this monkey was really turning her on! She slowly removed her shirt and bra, letting the huge gorilla feel her bare chest. He began squeezing her boobs, massaging them, while his other hand still wandered in her waist region. After a few minutes of this treatment, she couldn't stand it anymore. She removed her shoes, then her jeans, and finally her panties. Sarki sat down and pulled her over to him.
His hands still were exploring her body, and suddenly she felt one of his fingers stab up into her now-exposed hole. His finger, though not as long as a man's penis, was just as wide, and she began to squirm on it. His other hand fell from her breasts and curled around her, pulling her closer. He brought his face close to hers and stared at her with great interest. His hand was still working her over, but she wanted more. She knew gorillas would imitate a lot of things if they were done by a human, so she decided to test exactly what he would do. She moved down him until her face was right next to his chest. Her tongue tentatively darted out and began to kiss his leather-like chest.
She moved downward, further, until his now-erect huge cock was staring right at her. All thoughts of anything else quickly flew away with the sight of it, and she immediately took it in her mouth, taking great pleasure from his obvious excitement. But she pulled away, spread her legs, with the finger still in her, and hoped. He withdrew his finger and pressed his face against her chest, his tongue coming out and licking her nipples. He, too, moved downward and slurped at her wet hole. She groaned louder and louder, and just as she was about to orgasm, he roughly pushed her away. She landed on her stomach, and as she began to pick herself up, confused, she felt a huge cock fill her box. Sarki's breath came in rough gasps as he shoved his tool deeper and deeper into her. She began to groan even louder, and his pace quickened. After a few minutes of this, Kate couldn't hold back any longer. Her cunt exploded in a series of orgasms around his spike.
She bucked her hips upwards against his huge body, and with her contractions came a jerking from deep within him, and after a second or two she could feel his seed filling her. He slowly stopped his rammings and allowed her to climb out from under him. She realized that he had supported himself on his knuckles the entire time to avoid crushing her. She got dressed, but before she left, she taught him one more thing. Reaching forward, she opened his mouth a bit and brought her lips to his. She slipped her tongue into his surprised mouth, but he soon realized what she was doing and also put his tongue in her mouth. After a small amount of fumbling, she felt as if she was kissing a real man, as he got the movements down right. She slipped her hand down to his limp dick and gave it a small squeeze, a promise that she would work late again soon. And it looked like she wasn't going out with Steve and her co-workers next week after all! | 1 |
754 | Zangara's Elegy | "'He was a bloody tyrant, and we brought him down. And I will not have history think I did it for a bag of gold or in some kind of rabid fit!'"
I looked curiously at this disheveled individual who was ranting what I perceived to be nonsense. I turned to my guide, and hopefully future employer. "What is he talking about?"
"Oh, he's no one. He thinks he's John Wilkes Booth, that's all," came the reply. I looked closer at my guide. I hadn't really studied him up to this point. Suddenly, however, I knew that he posed me no threat, and so I wished to know more about him.
"'Tell them how the Union can never recover from that vulgar, high and mighty niggerlover, Never--!'"
I began going over what I knew about my guide. His name was Dr. Charles Guiteau, and he was the director of the mental ward of the University of Massachusetts Medical Center. I knew nothing about his credentials, but that was not where my curiosity lay. I was interested in his character, and since it was his profession to know other people's thoughts, I was able to delve into his inner self even as he showed me the building.
"Kibo, would you like to join us?" Dr. Guiteau asked the mental patient. "This is Dr. Sam Byck, and I'm showing him around the building."
"My name is not Kibo, it is Johnny Booth. Sure, I'll come along. 'Someone slew the tyrant, just as Brutus slew the tyrant.'"
"We don't know his real name, so for a while we were calling him Johnny. Then the doctor who was handling his case decided it was better to call him something else. I'm not sure where the name Kibo came from though," Dr. Guiteau rambled on. "By the way, if you come on, Kibo will be one of your patients. Dr. Czolgosz, the man who left for Buffalo, was his doctor."
I had been half listening to this exchange until Dr. Guiteau's last sentence. Suddenly my interest in this specimen was piqued. There had to be some way of using him to my purposes. "I would be interested in seeing his file," I replied, confident that my speech had not skipped a beat.
"That will have to wait until you accept the position, which we hope you do. It will certainly give our department prestige, something we have been lacking for quite a while."
This man was showing all of his cards, wasn't he? I had nothing to fear at all, in fact I had him wrapped around my finger. Kibo, on the other hand, was someone I would have to learn. His next comment threw me for a loop.
"'Attention must be paid.'"
"That was from Death of a Salesman. Arthur Miller was born in 1915, and wrote that play in 1949. John Wilkes Booth died in 1865. Why is he quoting Arthur Miller?" I frantically asked Dr. Guiteau, although I'm sure he couldn't see the panic I was feeling.
Dr. Guiteau just chuckled. "Listen to him a little longer, maybe you'll figure it out. Although if you do, you're a better detective than I. I had to read his file to figure it out. I still don't know how Dr. Czolgosz deduced it. Maybe Kibo told him, I don't know."
"'I'm an actor, Lee, and I'm a good one. But Willy Loman is a part that I could never play.'"
"Lee! Who the hell is Lee?!?" I blurted out anxiously.
Dr. Guiteau chuckled again. He just didn't understand, did he? "Tell Dr. Byck who Lee is, Kibo," Dr. Guiteau said quietly.
"Why, Lee Harvey Oswald of course. Who else would I be talking to? And DON'T CALL ME KIBO!!!! Please."
"Now don't get hostile," Dr. Guiteau turned back to me. "Do you understand any better now?"
"Yes," I said, much more calmly. It was really a good thing that Guiteau was so clueless and Kibo was nuts, or I might have been in deep. I made a mental note to control my emotions better than I had. "But I still don't see how John Wilkes Booth could be talking to Lee Harvey Oswald, and how he could be quoting Death of a Salesman."
"Keep listening, maybe you'll figure it out. If not, I guess you'll have to accept the position so you can look at his file." He chuckled again. God, that chuckle was getting annoying.
"'You should kill the President of the United States. . . . He didn't come here to get shot. . . . Lee, when you kill a president it isn't murder. Murder is a tawdry little crime. . . . when Julius Caesar got killed--he was assassinated. . . . Ah, you know his name. Brutus assassinated Caesar -- what?--two thousand years ago, and here's a high school drop-out with a dollar twenty-five an hour job in Dallas, Texas, who knows who he was. And they say fame is fleeting. . .'"
My clinical mind was itching to get Kibo in a padded room and go to work on him. He intrigued me immensely. Dr. Guiteau, on the other hand, was extremely simple, and I could manipulate him any way I saw fit. So I told him, "Kibo here fascinates me enormously. He has stimulated my professional curiosity to the point where I must see if I can help him. Therefore, I accept the position as your assistant here at U/Mass Medical Center."
"Good, good, we are very excited for you to be on our staff." His use of the word "we" was getting cumbersome, but I bore with him. "Let me show you to your office. All of Dr. Czolgosz's files have been put in there already." Now we were getting somewhere.
"'That's a Mannlicher-Carcano. 6.5 millimeter. Stopping range 900 yards. The sight's already been adjusted. . . . My name is John Wilkes Booth, Lee.'" Ahem! "'My name is John Wilkes Booth, Lee.'"
"Oh, that's my cue," said Dr. Guiteau. "He likes to have an Oswald for this part. 'John Wilkes Booth shot Abraham Lincoln.'"
"'Attention has been paid.'"
"He's trying to convince Oswald to kill Kennedy, isn't he?" I asked Guiteau. "It's as if he's reading from a script."
"You are good. That's exactly what he's doing. Like I said, I don't know how Dr. Czolgosz figured it out, but the things that Kibo says in the guise of John Wilkes Booth are from a Broadway musical called Assassins. He must have been exposed to it before he came here. In fact, Dr. Czolgosz's theory is that Kibo was as sane as you or I when he was exposed to it, and then some action shocked him into this persona."
This will truly be an interesting subject."I am far too clever for anyone to catch me.
"Razor."
What is your trick? Do you know what's going on in my mind? Calm down, of course not. "Rap." But damn, you're hitting a nerve. Maybe I should just lose and end the game.
"Poison."
All right, you little punk, this game is ending. No wait, you can't know. You're a fucking nutcase. You think you're John Wilkes Booth. "Nonplus." And you think you can talk to Lee Harvey Oswald.
"Shower."
You stupid, fucking runt. Stop with the fucking words. No, I will not lose to this crazy sonofabitch who thinks that a man who died in 1865 can quote a man who was born in 1915. "Road."
"Death."
You think you're an assassin. Of course you're going to say death. Don't think you can fool me. "Hew." Even if you do know what I've done, there's no way you can prove it. Who'd believe a crazy fuck like you.
"Wife."
Holy shit, you do know. The crazy fuck knows. Well, there's no way you can prove it. "Entity."
"Yellow."
I'm not yellow, you little shit. I'm the most courageous man on the face of the planet. I'm alone in the same room as a man who is proud to think he's an assassin. "Wasp." Not many men would take that chance. And I'm not even scared.
"Phallus."
You pervert. And that just proves you have no clue, it was only blind luck. "Ski."
"Inheritance."
Yeah, that's why I did it, so what. I only think you're playing with me, but you have no idea of what you're saying. "Epithet." You're just trying to win this stupid game.
"Trial."
There will never be a trial, you dumb fuck. "Loop." And even if there was, I'd get off scot-free.
"Police."
Are you kidding? The police are stupider than you are. They actually consoled me when it happened. "Era." The stupid fucks consoled my wife's murderer.
"Arrest."
No way, sonny. It has been five months, and they've gotten nowhere. They think she committed suicide. "Trapeze." They are NOT going to arrest me.
"Ewe. E-W-E."
"Earth." See, you have no idea. I'm the only one who knows, and I will NEVER confess.
"Hammer."
"How the hell do you do it?!? Yes, I killed my wife, Lee. Yes, I knocked her out with a hammer. Yes, I cut her with a poison razor. Yes, I put her in the shower to look like suicide. Yes, I did it to collect all of her father's inheritance. Yes, yes, yes!"
Kibo was gone. I slumped in my chair. It was now a matter of them believing a crazy wanna-be assassin or a distinguished doctor. I still had nothing to worry about. Even when the officer was reading me my rights, I knew I was still invincible.
The sergeant was sitting across the table from me asking me questions, and I was telling him the same old bullshit. The accommodations weren't bad considering I was under arrest. Of course, they would have to release me soon, they had nothing on me. Just the testimony of some crazy patient at the U/Mass Medical Center. I had nothing to worry about. After all, my profession was minds, and I knew the police believed me, and thought the crazy fuck was just that, a crazy fuck. The cop was just going through the motions as he asked me if I had killed my wife, if I had confessed in that office, and even what I thought of the mental stability of my accuser. That was the fingered me. They did not think that I had done it.
A buzzer sounded, and the sergeant picked up a phone. He listened a moment. "Send him in," he said into the phone and turned to me as he hung up. "The chief is coming in."
The door opened, and the chief came in. "We have no evidence to hold you, Dr. Byck. I'm sorry this all happened. Apparently, the arresting officers were unaware that your accuser was a patient, and quite frankly, we are desperate to find an explanation for your wife's death, so..."
He let it drop there. "Oh, it really is quite alright," I said. "I understand, and I wish I knew the truth about my wife's death. No hard feelings."
"One thing though, Doctor," the chief continued. "We found this audio cassette in Kibo's pocket. It seems to be a musical play of some sort. I'd like for you to listen to it a moment."
The speakers in the room started to crackle from age. A raspy sound started to emanate from them. "Yes, I killed my wife, Lee. Yes, I knocked her out with a hammer. Yes, I cut her with a poison razor. Yes, I..." Two officers restrained me as I tried to bolt from the room.
"There is one more thing, Dr. Byck," the chief said. "I'd like to introduce you to Detective Giuseppe "Kibo" Zangara." The door opened, and there stood Kibo, the crazy fuck who had cornered me.
"Why, Kibo, why did you fuck me over?"
"'I did it to bring down the government of Abraham Lincoln and avenge the ravaged south...'"*
* The speech meant to emulate John Wilkes Booth is taken from the musical Assassins by Stephen Sondheim and John Weidman | 4 |
765 | Girl Scout Camp Adventures | "A favor?" I asked the Program Director. I've learned to be wary when someone asks me a question like that - sometimes you bite off more than you can chew. This one was fairly straightforward, though. The staff person who handled our adventure challenge program was "feeling a little out of sorts" (any guesses, people?) and could I fill in? Being qualified to handle such things, and more than ready for another reason to get out of the office, I gladly agreed.
This particular morning, there was a group of 9 of the younger girls, aged 10 or so. We were working on the low challenge course, which is a collection of obstacles that the girls had to pass, working as a group.
To digress for a moment, and answer a reader question, the girls were not required to wear uniforms at all times, only on "official" Girl Scout occasions.
The first challenge was called the 'all-aboard' and consists of a platform about 3 feet square, and 1 foot off the ground. The object is to get all your team onto the platform at the same time, for long enough time to sing a refrain of a popular song, which this time was "Row, Row, Row your boat."
(Author Note: I don't want to give away the solution to these problems, so in some cases I am fudging a bit. Please understand! Thanks!)
Of course, as soon as I started the clock to measure the time it took to complete the problem, all the girls attempted to race onto the platform at once. One of my roles during this type of activity was to "spot" the campers, making sure that no one got hurt.
As the girls attempted to complete the problem, many fell off the platform, wherein I found myself in the position to catch them. As I did this, I found myself inadvertently making contact with the girls' lower back, thighs, rear ends, and chests. To my embarrassment, I found myself growing excited.
To my relief, the girls managed to complete the task at hand before I lost my composure, and we went on to the discussion phase of the program.
The rest of the day passed without incident, and I retired to my cabin after dinner to prepare for the evening's activity, a dance. I must admit, I was curious to see how a dance would go at an all-girl facility.
As was becoming a regular occurrence at camp, again I found myself surprised. Many girls at the dance paired off, or formed groups, including the staff. I myself was working with the DJ, but took the opportunity to dance with a number of the female staff, and on one occasion found myself inside a horde of surprisingly provocatively dressed campers. I escaped with my composure and dignity intact, and ended up quite enjoying the evening.
As I climbed into bed, and began to drift off into sleep, my mind focused on two of the younger female staff (Bethany and Robin, I think their names were) who had been dancing together, and at occasion quite closely during the evening....Robin took a quick look at her watch. "Shit, we have to be back in the tents before curfew! But next time, it's my turn!" Both girls grinned at each other as they rapidly cleaned themselves off. As they got dressed, I took the opportunity to slip away.
As I woke up the next day, I found my sheets in disarray. Must have been one hell of a dream! I made my way to the mess hall after a quick shower. While eating breakfast, I noticed two of the girls that had been dancing at the party the night before, and the strangest thought ran through my mind. Naaaaahhhh...... | 3 |
770 | Heidi's Bondage Disc | "Most of you would consider me, well, maybe weird. You see, I like a certain kind of sex. I know many other people who like it too, so I know I am not alone. I like bondage and discipline. I just love it, and it's the only form of sex that I get any real enjoyment from.
"Here is one of my many very fun experiences... I had a boyfriend, and his parents were going to go out of town. We decided that I would pretend to be sleeping over at a friend's house, but really I would be spending the weekend at his house. My boyfriend had another idea for me too... he wanted me to be his slave for the entire weekend. We had talked about our various fantasies, so he knew that I liked bondage and discipline. I, of course, agreed. I couldn't wait! I already started feeling horny at the thought. So, on Friday night, his parents were gone, and I came over. I brought a lot of sexy clothes with me too. I wanted to really turn him on. As soon as I walked into his house, he had me strip completely naked. My panties were already soaked, and he could tell I was getting turned on. He had me put on a leather mini-skirt that I had brought with me... he loved it. Then he had me put on a halter top, and he told me some of his new rules. I was to obey absolutely everything he told me to do, or I was to be punished. I was to be his slave for the entire weekend. That's all, but that was also all I needed to know.
"He had me sit down, and then he put his hand under my skirt and ran his hand up and down my thigh, occasionally rising to feel my ass. He also reached under my shirt and felt my now-tingling breasts. It felt so good. He noticed that I was enjoying this, and he told me that I was going to have a lot of fun this weekend. Then he went and got a dog collar and leash. He connected them to my neck, then he got out his handcuffs. I loved those handcuffs... we had had so much fun with them. He handcuffed my hands behind my back. Then he told me that he was having a friend come over to have some fun with me. All the while, he kept feeling my ass, and sometimes shoving one of his fingers up my pussy or up my ass. His friend turned out to be a girl. I couldn't believe it.
"The doorbell rang, and he pulled me up and led me to the door with him by the leash. He opened it, and yes, there she was. He let her in, and he had her strip right there on the spot. Then he told her what he had told me, that she was to be his slave for the entire weekend. I was so jealous... and she looked excited at the thought too. He had her put on these really lacy black panties and bra, and then tied her hands behind her back with some leather strings. Then he ordered us to kiss. I didn't move, so he smacked my ass real hard, so I moved closer. She was moving towards me too; she didn't look worried or anything. She started kissing me. I wanted to push her away, but my hands were handcuffed. I tried to move away, but my boyfriend held me tight. The funny thing was that I liked it, so I stopped pretending that I didn't. I kissed her back hard. Then he pulled us apart. He was getting excited, and he wanted to fool around. He had the other girl sit on a table, then he had me bend over the table so half my body was on the table and my feet were still on the ground. He pulled her panties off and had her separate her legs. So there I was, my ass sticking up high in the air, and my face about an inch away from her pussy. I could smell her musky aroma. He got behind me, pulled down my panties, and spanked me hard a couple of times. He then told me to lick and suck on her pussy. I agreed 'cause I wanted him to fuck me already. Then he shoved his cock up my ass as hard as he could. It hurt, but at the same time, it felt great. I started moaning and licking her cunt. She started moaning too. After a while of this, he had me kneel right in front of him, and he started jerking off. I tried to move away, but he pulled on my leash. Then he came all over my face. I tried to lick some of my face, but could only get a little. He pulled the other girl off, and had her sit next to me and had her lick the rest of the cum off my face. I was in heaven, but frustrated because I hadn't cum yet myself.
"Well, I finally did come that night. The next day was even more fun. He had us both put on these really tight leotards he had bought us, mine was black, hers was white. Then he had us serve him breakfast. Whenever we stooped over to put something on the table, he would feel our tits, or pat us lightly on the ass. Then we all took a shower together... we still had our leotards on though. They felt very strange; they were so tight, and at the same time wet, so they hugged our every curve even more. He enjoyed watching me and her making out, so he ordered us to fool around a lot. We wore different things all the time, sometimes skimpy panties, or leather clothes he bought us or sometimes skintight jeans, or sometimes just nothing at all.
"The whole weekend was a very fun experience... I have more to tell about, but I don't know if anyone is really reading this. If you want to hear more, leave a message on the board, and I'll keep on going telling you more about that weekend and other times.
"Also, if you want, I can go into more detail, telling everything I can... the one here is a little more general."
HEIDI.
ONCE AGAIN, ANOTHER STORY FROM HEIDI. TO REPEAT, THESE ARE TRUE STORIES.
"ANYONE WHO HAS READ THE FIRST STORY ALREADY KNOWS WHAT KIND OF SEX I LIKE, BUT IF YOU DIDN'T SEE IT, I LIKE KINKY SEX, BONDAGE AND DISCIPLINE. I LOVE IT, AND I FIND THAT IT'S THE ONLY KIND OF SEX THAT I REALLY ENJOY. I AM ALSO DECIDEDLY BISEXUAL. I ENJOY KINKY SEX WITH BOTH SEXES, BUT MOSTLY WITH MEN. I WAS TOLD THAT THERE WERE SEVERAL MESSAGES ASKING FOR MORE STORIES, SO I WILL TELL ANOTHER ONE."
"MY BOYFRIEND LIKES TO SHOW ME OFF, AND I LIKE GETTING OFF ON IT TOO. SO ONE DAY HE TOLD ME THAT A COUPLE OF OLD FRIENDS WERE DRIVING UP FROM OUT OF TOWN. HE WANTED TO SHOW ME OFF, AND I AGREED, OF COURSE. ON THE DAY THAT THEY WERE TO ARRIVE, I DRESSED UP ESPECIALLY FOR THE OCCASION. I WANTED TO SHOW OFF MY BODY. I WORE A LEOTARD WITH NOTHING UNDERNEATH, AND A MINI-SKIRT OVER THAT. MY BOYFRIEND TOLD ME I LOOKED TERRIFIC. HE ESPECIALLY LIKED MY MINI-SKIRT; IT WAS SO SHORT THAT THE BOTTOM CURVES OF MY ASS SHOWED FROM UNDERNEATH. IT MADE ME FEEL VERY SEXY. SO HIS FRIENDS ARRIVED, AND WE JUST TOOK THEM AROUND TOWN, TO ALL THE RECORD STORES. THAT NIGHT WE WENT OUT FOR DINNER; SOON AFTER, THE FUN BEGAN. I COULD SEE THAT HIS FRIENDS KEPT TAKING PEEKS UP MY MINI-SKIRT, AND I LET THEM. I KNEW I COULD TRUST THEM; MY BOYFRIEND WOULDN'T LET THEM TOUCH ME. BUT I KEPT LETTING THEM GET PEEKS. AFTER DINNER, WE WENT BACK TO MY BOYFRIEND'S HOUSE TO WATCH A MOVIE THAT THEY HAD RENTED. WELL, I REALLY WASN'T IN THE MOOD TO WATCH A MOVIE, SO I TOLD MY BOYFRIEND THAT I DIDN'T WANT TO SIT THROUGH A MOVIE. WELL, I GUESS HE WAS FEELING A LITTLE HORNY, BECAUSE THAT'S WHEN HE DECIDED TO PULL OUT HIS HANDCUFFS ON ME. HE IMMEDIATELY HAD MY HANDS SECURED BEHIND MY BACK. HE THEN TOLD HIS FRIENDS THAT HE WAS GOING TO HAVE SOME FUN WITH ME AND THAT HE WANTED THEM TO WATCH, AND MAYBE JOIN IN IF HE FELT LIKE REALLY PUNISHING ME. HE PULLED ME OVER HIS LAP, SO THAT MY ASS WAS STICKING UP IN THE AIR, BRUSHED MY MINI-SKIRT ASIDE, AND STARTED SPANKING ME AT A BRISK PACE. I STARTED YELLING AT HIM TO STOP, EVEN THOUGH I WAS THOROUGHLY ENJOYING IT. WHEN I CONTINUED TO YELL, HE WENT TO HIS ROOM FOR A MOMENT, AND CAME OUT WITH A BALL GAG. HE HAD NEVER USED ONE ON ME. HE SAID HE WAS SAVING IT FOR A SPECIAL OCCASION, AND THIS WAS GOOD ENOUGH. HE SECURED IT, SO I COULD NO LONGER TALK AT ALL. THEN HE PULLED ME OVER HIS LAP AGAIN, AND CONTINUED WITH HIS SPANKING. AFTER HE THOUGHT I HAD HAD ENOUGH, HE STOPPED. HIS FRIENDS JUST WATCHED US; THEY SEEMED HYPNOTIZED BY THE LITTLE SHOW HE HAD GIVEN THEM. I WAS GETTING HOT. HE THEN HAD ME STAND UP, HE TOLD HIS FRIENDS THAT HE WAS GOING TO GIVE THEM A GUIDED TOUR OF MY BODY. I WAS IN NO POSITION TO REFUSE, SO I JUST STOOD THERE, GAGGED, AND HANDS RESTRAINED. HE STARTED BY RUBBING MY THIGHS AND ASS. I COULDN'T HELP BUT TO MOAN, BECAUSE IT JUST FELT SO GOOD. THEN HE CAME UP BEHIND ME AND STARTED RUBBING ON MY NOW SWELLING BREASTS... I COULD HARDLY STAND AS HE DID THAT. HIS FRIENDS WERE GETTING REALLY HORNY WATCHING THIS, SO HE SAID HE'D LET ME RELIEVE THEM. HE FORCED ME ONTO MY KNEES, AND HAD EACH OF HIS FRIENDS COME UP TO ME, AND HAVE ME GIVE THEM BLOWJOBS. AFTER HE TOOK OFF THE GAG, HE TOLD ME TO START. I WAS SO HORNY THAT I HONORED HIS COMMAND IMMEDIATELY. AFTER I HAD RELIEVED THEM ALL, HE UNTIED MY HANDS AND TOLD ME TO UNDRESS. I TOOK OFF EVERYTHING AND PUT IT ALL ASIDE, THEN HE PUT THE HANDCUFFS BACK ON. HE THEN STARTED SHAMELESSLY SHOVING HIS FINGERS IN AND OUT OF MY PUSSY AND ASSHOLE. I FELT WEAK IN THE KNEES, SO HE LED ME TO HIS BEDROOM AND TIED MY HANDS AND FEET TO THE BEDPOST, FACE DOWN. HE THEN UNDRESSED AND ENTERED ME FROM BEHIND. WITHIN SECONDS, I HAD AN ORGASM THAT HAD BEEN HELD FROM ME FOR SO LONG. IT WAS TRULY REWARDING."AFTER THAT WE DID WATCH THE MOVIE, AND THEN WHEN MY BOYFRIEND TOOK ME HOME, HE SAID THAT I HAD MADE HIM VERY PROUD, AND HE LAID A BEAUTIFUL KISS ON ME.
"AND THUS WAS THE END OF ANOTHER DAY OF BEING MY BOYFRIEND'S TOTAL AND COMPLETE SEX SLAVE."
MORE STORIES WILL BE COMING SOON, SO KEEP AN EYE OUT FOR THEM.
ONCE AGAIN, ANOTHER STORY FROM HEIDI. THIS IS PART THREE, ONLY THREE HAVE BEEN WRITTEN SO FAR.
HOW IT ALL BEGAN
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"MY WHOLE INFATUATION FOR BONDAGE AND DISCIPLINE STARTED ABOUT A YEAR AND A HALF AGO. HOW IT STARTED IS ABOUT AS STRANGE AS B&D ITSELF. IT ACTUALLY STARTED BETWEEN MY BEST FRIEND AND ME."
"A NEW GIRL MOVED INTO OUR NEIGHBORHOOD, AND MY BEST FRIEND, LAURIE, BECAME GOOD FRIENDS WITH HER IMMEDIATELY. IT CAME TO THE POINT THAT SHE WAS ACTUALLY SPENDING MORE TIME WITH HER THAN WITH ME. WHENEVER I CALLED HER, SHE WAS WITH 'HER NEW FRIEND, MICHELLE'. SO FINALLY I GOT A HOLD OF HER, AND SHE ASKED ME TO SLEEP OVER, AND THAT MICHELLE WAS GOING TO BE SLEEPING OVER TOO. SHE SAID THIS WOULD BE A GOOD CHANCE FOR ME TO MEET HER AND GET TO KNOW HER BETTER. OF COURSE I SAID YES. SO CAME FRIDAY NIGHT. I WENT TO LAURIE'S HOUSE, AND MICHELLE WAS ALREADY THERE. SHE WAS A REALLY NICE LOOKING GIRL. SO, WE LISTENED TO SOME GOOD OLD MUSIC; BOB DYLAN, AND SOME TRAFFIC, AND TALKED, AND DID OUR NAILS AT THE SAME TIME. SOON, WE WERE TALKING ABOUT SEX, AND OUR DIFFERENT SEXUAL EXPERIENCES. SHE HAD A BOYFRIEND, BUT HAD TO BREAK UP WITH HIM WHEN SHE MOVED. WE ALL HAD A LOT TO TALK ABOUT, AND THE CONVERSATION WAS VERY INTERESTING. THEN MICHELLE ASKED ME IF I HAD EVER TRIED BONDAGE. I SAID NO, BUT I HAD HEARD OF IT. THEN LAURIE SAID SOMETHING LIKE 'WELL, WE'RE GONNA....' AND THEN SHE QUICKLY SHUT HER MOUTH. I ASKED WHAT SHE WAS GOING TO SAY, AND INSTEAD OF HER ANSWERING, MICHELLE DID. SHE SAID 'WELL WE'RE GOING TO CHANGE ALL OF THAT, I'VE TAUGHT LAURIE AND NOW IT'S YOUR TURN!!'. THEY WERE BOTH GRINNING NOW. I WAS SO SHOCKED THAT I GOT UP AND STARTED TO PACK MY STUFF TO LEAVE. THAT'S WHEN MICHELLE GRABBED MY ARMS, SHE SEEMED TO BE SO STRONG, AND FORCED THEM BEHIND MY BACK. THEN LAURIE TIED THEM TOGETHER WITH A LONG STRIP OF LEATHER. THEN THEY FORCED ME ONTO MY KNEES. THEN MICHELLE SAID 'BY THE END OF TONIGHT YOU'LL BE BEGGING TO BE MY LITTLE SLAVE GIRL.' THEN SHE SAID SOMETHING LIKE 'WATCH HOW MUCH LAURIE LOVES IT!'. THEN THEY LEFT THE ROOM FOR A MINUTE. I STARTED TRYING TO LOOSEN MY BONDS, BUT LAURIE HAD TIED THEM TOGETHER SO WELL. AFTER A FEW MINUTES, THEY CAME BACK IN. MICHELLE WAS ALL IN BLACK; A BLACK HALF-BRA, A BLACK GARTER BELT HOLDING UP SATINY BLACK HOSE, AND SILKY BLACK PANTIES. SHE ALSO HAD HIGH-HEELED PUMPS. WHAT REALLY SHOOK ME UP WAS WHAT LAURIE WAS WEARING... HER HANDS WERE TIED BEHIND HER BACK WITH LEATHER CUFFS, AND SHE HAD ON A HALF SHIRT, NO BRA, AND THESE REAL STRINGY BIKINI PANTIES. SHE ALSO HAD A THICK LEATHER COLLAR ON, AND CONNECTED TO THAT WAS A THIN CHAIN, THAT MICHELLE WAS TIGHTLY HOLDING ON TO. WHAT REALLY GOT TO ME THOUGH WAS THAT LAURIE WAS APPARENTLY TURNED ON; HER NIPPLES WERE JUTTING OUT, AND I COULD SEE THAT HER PANTIES WERE ALREADY GETTING WET. MICHELLE THEN SAID 'I HAVE BEEN TRAINING LAURIE FOR THE PAST COUPLE OF WEEKS, WE ARE GOING TO SHOW YOU TONIGHT WHAT SHE HAS LEARNED SO FAR. THEN WE BOTH WILL TRAIN YOU.' I WAS SO SHOCKED THAT I JUST SAT THERE NOT SAYING A WORD. THEN SHE ORDERED MICHELLE ONTO HER KNEES. MICHELLE RESPONDED IMMEDIATELY, WITHOUT HESITATION. THEN MICHELLE SAID SOMETHING LIKE 'BEG FOR IT....'. THEN LAURIE STARTED PLEADING, ASKING HER TO DO IT ALREADY. MICHELLE HAD LAURIE BEND OVER THE BED OPPOSITE THE ONE I WAS SITTING ON. SO THERE WAS LAURIE, BENT OVER HER BED, HANDS BOUND, AND HER ASS HIGH IN THE AIR. MICHELLE THEN WENT TO HER BAG AND PULLED OUT A VIBRATOR! THE SECOND LAURIE SAW IT, SHE STARTED PLEADING LOUDER. THEN MICHELLE CAME OVER AND PULLED DOWN LAURIE'S PANTIES AROUND HER THIGHS, AND TURNED ON THE VIBRATOR. SHE THEN STARTED MOVING IT SLOWLY AROUND LAURIE'S PUSSY AND ASSHOLE. LAURIE WAS NOW MOANING IN ECSTASY. THEN MICHELLE SHOVED THE VIBRATOR DEEP INTO THE INNER DEPTHS OF LAURIE'S ASSHOLE. AFTER ONLY A FEW SECONDS OF THIS LAURIE HAD A POWERFUL ORGASM. THEN MICHELLE CAME OVER TO ME AND FORCED ME OVER TO LAURIE, THEN SHE ORDERED ME TO LICK LAURIE'S JUICES. I SAID NO WAY, BUT MICHELLE SAID I WOULD BE PUNISHED FOR DISOBEYING. SHE THEN FORCED ME IN BETWEEN LAURIE'S THIGHS AND MADE ME LICK THE JUICES FROM HER PUSSY. THE WEIRD THING WAS THAT I WAS NO LONGER TRYING TO PULL BACK, I LIKED BEING TREATED THIS WAY. AND I FELT THAT FAMILIAR FEELING IN MY PUSSY. ALL THIS TIME MICHELLE WAS SAYING 'SEE SHE'S STARTING TO LIKE IT ALREADY!' AND I WAS. NEXT SHE ORDERED US TO START KISSING AND LICKING EACH OTHER. IT WAS HEAVEN. BEING COMMANDED BY HER TO MAKE OUT WITH MY BEST FRIEND. IN THE END, WE HAD ALL OF OUR CLOTHES OFF AND NO ONE WAS IN COMMAND ANYMORE, WE ALL JUST WERE KISSING AND LICKING EACH OTHER. BY THE END OF THE NIGHT I HAD BEEN ENTERED IN THE PUSSY AND ASSHOLE BY BOTH LAURIE AND MICHELLE. WE AGREED TO SWITCH OFF ROLES, AND THAT SOMETIMES I WOULD BE THE SLAVE AND SOMETIMES THE MASTER. AND THEY WOULD ALSO DO THE SAME."
"MICHELLE TAUGHT ME A LOT, ALONG WITH LAURIE THAT NIGHT. IN MY NEXT STORY, I WILL BE CONTINUING MY OTHER ADVENTURES WITH MICHELLE AND LAURIE, INTO THE WONDERFUL WORLD OF BONDAGE AND DISCIPLINE."
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851 | Little Beth's Boyfriends | "Spread your Barbie dolls out on the sand and play with them," Cathy told her baby sister as the 16-year-old blonde took off on a lope across the beach. "I'll be back later!"
Cathy's plump buttocks twisted provocatively in orange bikini pants which failed to conceal them. Much of the fabric was caught in the crack between her ass cheeks. The satiny swells quivered as she ran.
A white-haired man who sat on a blanket, next to his dozing wife, felt an uncommon stirring in trunks as Cathy's tantalizing bottom wiggled past, nearly close enough for him to take a bite of it.
The eyes of a young passerby were brightened by the bouncy quiver of her tits. Cathy was the proud possessor of a pair which resembled sponge-rubber balls, except for the rigid tips which projected from their crests. Her bikini top came high enough only to conceal the thrusting stems, while revealing the rims of her pink aureoles. The swelling orbs on which her nipples sat were alive with vibrating motion.
Cathy's baby sister, Beth, had just begun to sprout nubbins at the age of twelve. Cathy's opulent breasts and curvy bottom frightened Beth, when she thought that she herself might possess such bulges some day. The hair on her sister's body was even more frightening. Beth had no hair between her legs at all.
She differed from her sister Cathy in another way as well: Beth had no interest in boys. She was happy to play with her dolls and to fantasize about a glamorous life without boys. A girl's body was just something to put pretty clothes on, as far as Beth was concerned.
"Hi! See anything interesting!"
The blond, muscular lifeguard to whom Cathy had called turned from scanning the water and looked down at her, standing at the foot of his tower. He grinned behind dark glasses.
"Now I do!" he said, ogling Cathy's breasts.
"Well, just what do you see?" she teased, twisting languidly so that her breasts wobbled to and fro in their flimsy wrap-around.
The lifeguard scurried down his ladder, bounding onto the sand in front of her. He wrapped strong hands around her upper arms and gazed down at the creamy globes that rose insolently from her bikini top.
"I see the juiciest set of tits on the beach," he said.
"Boyd, you dirty guy!" Cathy scolded, laughing.
The lifeguard glanced quickly around him. The beach was lightly populated on that early summer's weekday. Deciding that there was no one close enough to be shocked, Boyd hooked two fingers around the center of Cathy's bra and yanked it down. Her tits leaped out to stand quivering in pink-nippled perfection.
She gasped, and a blush came to her cheeks. "Are you crazy? Not out in the open!"
"Then let's get into my tent," Boyd said. "I've got a hard-on already."
A downward sweep of Cathy's blue eyes told her that it was true. The young man's swim-trunks were bulging before the urgent thrust of his prick.
Cathy turned and, holding an arm across jiggly breasts, dodged under the three-sided canvas shelter that faced the sea at the base of the lifeguard's tower. She tumbled onto Boyd's blanket.
He was right after her, tumbling onto the blanket also. He clutched Cathy. They rolled and giggled. His mouth was hot on hers, his tongue spearing. Cathy felt his dick pressing her thigh, then the grasp of his hand around a bulging breast.
Boyd squeezed her firm titty and plucked at the nipple while they kissed. Thrills radiated through the responsive girl.
Her mother would have been shocked if she had known Cathy was letting a young man get to her that way, but Cathy couldn't have cared less. She was at the rebellious age. Before she'd given Boyd her virginity, life had been a drag. Since then it was one luscious thrill after another.
Cathy's hand stroked the lifeguard's big, hairy chest. She plucked at the wiry ringlets. All the while his demanding tongue was thrashing in her mouth, making her think of how his cock felt when it probed somewhere else.
Her hand skidded down to his trunks, and she grasped at the hardness which was stretching them out of shape.
Boyd pulled his mouth from hers with a gasp. "When you grab me there, I go crazy!" he said.
"I want you to go crazy with me!" Cathy exclaimed, and kept massaging his constricted hard-on through the single garment.
The youth drove his face to her breasts and sucked up a thrusting, hard nipple. He bathed the tingling titty-tip in his warm mouth, thrilling Cathy. She struggled blindly with the young man's trunks, pulling them partway down. But his big prick was so stiff that it kept them from gliding off.
Boyd raised his mouth from her gleaming, wet nipple and looked at what she was doing. Cathy looked, too.
Boyd's trunks had skidded low enough to expose the top of his pubic patch, but they clung to the towering projection of his penis. Only the base of the pole was revealed, where it soared up from his golden thicket.
He took hold of the top of his trunks and stretched them as he squirmed. The garment pulled his prick down, then relinquished it with a snap. The bulb-ended shaft bobbed up and down springily before locking into a high-aiming thrust. The head swelled, rosy and plump. The stalk was super-stiff.
Cathy gazed at it as if hypnotized. She hadn't gotten sufficiently used to Boyd's prick yet to take it for granted, if she ever could.
Her slender, delicate fingers crept around it. Boyd watched, and thrilled, as her hand took hold. Squeezing his cock, she watched its head bulge even larger than before.
"What a thing!" she said excitedly.
"Call it by its right name, why don't you?" Boyd suggested.
"It has different names, doesn't it?" Cathy asked sexily as she stroked it.
"Yeah. Use 'em all."
"But they're dirty!"
"So what?"
So what, indeed! Cathy thought. Even if sex was dirty, it was fun!
"Cock!" Cathy said, as if she had uttered a major pronouncement. She looked at Boyd shyly and blushed.
"What other names for it do you know?" Boyd asked, writhing voluptuously under her caress.
"Prick!" Cathy said, blushing more. It stimulated her to use forbidden words.
"How about another one?"
"Rod?" Cathy said, intoning it as a question.
"Okay. More."
"Well ... dick?"
"More yet," Boyd urged, squirming in the delightful clasp of her hand.
"I don't know any more," Cathy said, gazing at the beautiful long rod she was holding.
"How about pecker?"
Cathy giggled. "That sounds so cute!" She tried it out: "I dig your pecker!" She laughed and blushed some more.An open bottle and two glasses stood on top of it.
Joe watched as his wife poured some more liquor for herself. A lock of Marcella's dark red hair had fallen sexily across a cheek. Her face was pretty, though a slight puffiness betrayed her thirty-eight years. Her breasts were large, and the moderately low-cut dress she was wearing showed off their pale, bulging tops.
"Want one?" she asked as she finished pouring her own drink.
"I'm okay," Joe said.
Marcella laughed. "I know what you're worried about--you're afraid that if you drink any more you won't be able to do your thing!" Her voice was thick.
"Listen," Joe replied, "I could do it if I was roaring drunk. I just wouldn't enjoy it as much. Now, with women it's different--the more booze they drink, the wilder they get."
Marcella turned to face him. "And just how would you know about women ... plural? How many broads have you been screwing around with?"
Beth was shocked to hear her usually prim and proper mother use words like broads and screwing.
"You know I don't screw anybody but you," Joe said, walking over to her, a grin on his face. "But I remember before we were married."
"Oh, here we go again! Now you're going to tell me about Elaine and Lois and all the rest of them ... and how fuckin' wild they were!"
Fuckin'? Beth couldn't believe her ears. Her mother had to be pretty drunk.
"Baby, I'm not interested in anybody but you," Joe said, and took Marcella into his arms. She was sipping from her glass as he cuddled her, caressing her bottom again.
He walked her to the sofa, his arm around her waist. Marcella sat down heavily, almost sloshing the liquor out of her glass. Joe sat beside her. He gave her a kiss. Beth was shocked to see his hand close around one of her mother's breasts, squeezing the bulgy mound.
Marcella finished the liquor in her glass and stretched to place it on an end table. The glass nearly tipped onto its side.
Joe went to work on his wife in earnest, pushing her skirt and slip up her thighs, then grasping her breast once more. As they kissed, he slid his hand down across her middle and dug between her fleshy thighs, grasping her hairy softness through her panties. Her thighs widened their spread, and Beth could see dark hairs along the crotch elastics of her mother's pants. The narrow strip of blue nylon that passed between her legs had gotten creased and was narrower than usual. As she squirmed in response to her husband's ardent caress, he hooked the nylon away, and Beth got her first glimpse of her mother's mature pussy. The gash was red at the center, its lips unfurled by the wanton spread of her legs and her excitement. Lots of hair bordered the juicy crevice.
Joe's finger delved into his wife's meaty slit.
"Oooo!" Marcella moaned, tearing her mouth from his. "Why don't you fuck me?"
There it is--that naughty word again, Beth thought. And Mommy's using it!
"You're not ready to be fucked yet," Joe replied.
"Oooh, yes I am!" Marcella insisted, writhing passionately. More of her hair had fallen over her face by that time. "Can't you feel how wet I am?"
"You're wet all right," Joe observed, taking out his finger and looking at it. (Even Beth could see it glisten). "But I think my baby needs a little more feeling up. She needs to get the top of her dress pulled down," Joe added, reaching behind her to unzip her zipper. "She needs to get her titties spilled out."
Marcella laughed giddily as the top of her dress was lowered. But her tits didn't tumble free. She was wearing a low-cut bra.
She squirmed against Joe as he went for the hooks on her brassiere. When his hands withdrew, he brought the bra with him, and Marcella leaned back, boldly showing him her breasts. Like melons they were, with wide rosy discs at their crests. At the center of each aureole sat a plump, ruddy nipple.
"Mama's really got 'em!" Joe said with a grin, bringing his hands up underneath her bountiful boobs. He lifted the chesty treasures and let them drop, quivering.
Marcella glowed. It did thrill her to be stripped in the living room and to be forced to show herself off.
"Shake 'em, honey!" Joe said.
Laughing, his drunk wife waggled her shoulders, causing her big tits to bounce to and fro. Joe drove his face against the rounded, satiny pillows. Beth stared as her father licked and sucked her mother's nipples. The child watched avidly as he lifted a breast, tugged with his mouth at its rigid tip, then let the titty drop. He pounced onto the other one.
Marcella reached blindly for the front of her husband's pants. Beth's guilty excitement increased as her mother felt all around his lower front, even down between his legs, then found the tab of his zipper and lowered it, opening his fly.
I'm going to see Daddy's cock! Beth thought.
A little voice told her that she shouldn't look at it, that she was being very naughty and should hurry back to bed. But her fascination with her parents' lovemaking was too great to resist. She had to remain on the stairs and continue to watch.
Marcella reached into Joe's pants while he nuzzled and pawed at her breasts. Her hand came back out, and it was clutching a long, hard column that, to Beth, looked very much like Gary's. It too was covered by an outer skin, except for its rosy tip. Beth's mother stroked that hard, thrusting cock, rolling the foreskin up and down across the ridge of his head.
Joe sat up and stared at what she was doing.
Suddenly he dropped to his knees on the carpet. He spread Marcella's legs wide apart and dived between them. Their daughter's breath became labored and she felt very warm between her own legs as her father licked the inner slopes of her mother's thighs, from her tightly cinched stocking tops all the way to the edges of her lacy blue pants. His hands stroked up and down the outside of her thighs, traveling along the straps of her garters.
Finally he clutched Marcella's panties and pulled them down. Her dark hair gushed out. Joe lifted her legs in front of him to take her panties off. He tossed the blue briefs aside. He spread his wife's legs into a wide V, continuing to hold them up in front of him, and then he did something that shocked and thrilled Beth.
He dove straight to her mother's hairy slash, burrowing his mouth into the moist meat. He lay her legs on his shoulders and twisted his head, ravenously eating Marcella's flowing, flavorful cunt.
Beth throbbed as she watched. Her eyes were bugging. Her mouth hung open, and her throat was dry.
Marcella wiggled her bare bottom on the sofa. She tossed her head from side to side, her red hair whipping across her face. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, Her titties bounced like big rubber balls.
So Daddy puts his mouth down there, just like those men made me do with them! Beth thought excitedly. I wonder if Mommy will do Daddy the same way.
Joe was licking up and down the meaty flanges of his wife's cunt, his tongue wiggling all the fleshy folds. He sucked up her gushing honey. He licked the pearl-like head of her clit until it was slick and extremely hard. He even stroked his tongue down and into the mouth of her slippery, hot vagina.
Marcella bumped her hips spastically. She no longer was able to suppress her moans. She clutched her husband's head, ruffling his dark hair, pulling him deeper into her humid swamp.
Finally he raised his head. His mouth and nose were wet.
Marcella was panting wildly.
Joe stood in front of her, his prick proudly projecting from his open fly. He moved very close to Marcella, standing between her legs.
"No!" she exclaimed, and tried to push him away.
"God damn it, why not?" he demanded, wild with lust.
"Because I don't do that!" his wife said. "I've told you many times I won't. Just because that slut Elaine used to do it for you is no reason to expect me to." She no longer seemed so drunk.
"Damn you!" Joe snarled. "You're a prude!"
"Maybe so," Marcella said, succeeding in pushing him away from her. "Come on, Joe," she added, her tone softening, "let's make love nice!"
He angrily grasped her and twisted her about, until she was pitched forward, over an arm of the sofa. Her ass was aimed into the air. Its fleshy cheeks were framed by her white garter straps and the dark bands at the top of her hose.
Joe jerked her thighs apart so that one leg extended out to the floor. He landed behind her on his knees and quickly pushed his pants and shorts down. He drove his hard prick into her upturned pussy, spearing it all the way to his dangling, hairy balls.
Beth stared from a point of vantage which permitted her to see between her father's legs, to watch his thick column stroking in and out of her mommy's hair-fringed hole. She watched her daddy's balls shake. She saw how wet his cock was getting as he pumped up and down, pulling the little red lips of her mommy's pussy outward, then folding them back inside as he drove all the way, socking his belly noisily against Marcella's ass.
So that's how people fuck! Beth thought, shocked and excited by the blatant display of raw lust. That it was her own gentle parents behaving in such a wild and wanton manner startled the child all the more.
This was bound to be a day and night that Beth would never forget.
"Oooh, yes!" Marcella cried, bumping her cunt backward against her husband's savage plunges. She wiggled her sumptuous ass. "That's sooooooh gooooood!"
Joe just grunted, angry in his lust because she hadn't given him the thrill he had most wanted. If he could just once feel her warm, wet mouth around his prick and watch her pink lips pump up and down on it, he would be the happiest man on earth, he thought. But she continued to deny him that supreme pleasure. She probably always would.
He fucked into her none-too-tight cunt with brutal vengeance, and Marcella seemed to enjoy it, despite his roughness.
Watching, Beth was frightened for her mother.
That must hurt awful! the young girl thought. How does Mommy stand it?
Beth didn't see how she herself could ever let a man or boy drive his long, hard thing into her. Her pussy was so small and tight that a man would surely rip her to pieces doing that.
The fear put a damper on the vicarious excitement Beth had been enjoying up to that point. Still, she continued to watch, spellbound by the sheer animal lust which her father and mother displayed.
Marcella was bobbing her ass atop the sofa arm, pushing with her feet against the cushion and the floor, bracing her hands against the floor, as well. Her hair hung completely over her face. Her breasts dangled and swayed like tolling bells.
Joe was clutching her bare hips and driving for dear life into her soggy cunt. His shaft gleamed slippery wet each time it flashed out. His balls had pulled into a knot at its base.
Beth's eyes burned from staring. Her tense throat ached with dryness.
Aren't they ever going to stop? she wondered as her parents fucked on and on.
"Uuuh ... uh! ... OOOOOOOOH!" Marcella cried, and her ass shook, vibrating like jell-o. Waves of luscious warmth spread through her.
Her cunt spasmed around Joe's cock which was still pumping within it. But because Marcella's pussy wasn't the tightest in the world, her orgasmic contractions didn't bring him to climax. However, his stimulation was heightened by her obvious pleasure, and he speared her even faster and stronger. His hips bobbed as briskly as they could go. His eyes rolled back in their sockets, and his head turned light.
His whole being was concentrated on his driving cock as he pumped into Marcella with fiendish zeal. He slapped her quivering ass. He cursed.
Finally he came with an explosive burst which shook him. He growled raspingly and emptied his passion in spurt after quivering spurt within his wife's still-quaking cunt.
He flopped over her back, breathing hard. She was panting, also.
"Oooh, what a fucking!" she said.
Beth could have uttered an amen to that. It was the most savage and frightening act she had ever witnessed between human beings.
She never wanted it to happen to her.Boyd stood outside, dressed in slacks and a t-shirt. Cathy let him in quickly.
She no sooner had closed the door before he pulled her into his arms. They kissed warmly, their tongues stroking. Cathy could feel Boyd's cock stir against her.
He broke the kiss before his rod fully rose.
"So, what happened with your kid sister at the beach today that made you two leave so quickly?" he asked. "And who was that guy you were talking to?"
"He was just a friend of our parents," Cathy lied. "Then I remembered something I had to do at home."
The tall, bronzed lifeguard grinned. "Well, you won't be able to get away from me tonight. I've got no ocean to keep my eyes on. I can just look at you."
Cathy took his hand and led him to the sofa. "Want a Coke or something?"
"I just want you," Boyd said.
They sank to the couch, and he took her into his arms. He drew Cathy toward him so that she was sitting on the side of one hip. As they kissed, he placed his hand on her bare leg just above the knee. It was a simple matter for him to push her skirt up as he caressed her smooth thigh, then to gain access to her panty-clad bottom. He stroked the plump cheeks of her ass, wobbling them in her silky briefs.
Cathy heated up fast. She was never slow to respond, but after the sensuous time she'd spent in Gary's apartment, she was more receptive than usual. She had learned a few things that she was anxious to try out with Boyd.
But it was going to be up to him to make the first move. He had been neglecting a very important part of lovemaking, she had learned today.
Cathy's tongue tickled Boyd's darting into his mouth, then withdrawing. He shoved his tongue between her lips, and she sucked on it. He squirmed and glided his hand up across the front of her dress. He clutched a bulging breast, thrilled to discover that Cathy was braless. He pinched a stiffening nipple through her dress.
She was licking along Boyd's lips, using her tongue more than usual. What had happened earlier in the day had caused her to think more about lips and tongues.
Boyd lay back on the couch and pulled her forward on top of him. She could feel his hard cock sticking up in his clothes. He drew down the zipper on the back of her dress and brushed the garment off her shoulders. She propped herself on her arms, smiling down at him, and let her dress fall away. Her titties hung bare and beautiful, their pink nipples rigid with excitement.
Boyd cupped her tits in his hands. Grinning pleasurably, he bounced and wiggled the responsive globes, which were elongated by her posture. He milked at her nipples.
Cathy crawled higher on him, dropping a titty to his lips. Boyd caught the stiff nipple and sucked on it. Cathy rubbed her belly against him while wiggling her tit in his mouth.
Boyd's hands glided down her back and discovered that her crawling had caused her skirt to creep back over her bottom. He flipped the skirt up once again and filled both hands with the sumptuous curves that stretched her light panties. His fingertips tickled her ass-crack through her briefs. He stroked and patted her bottom, enjoying the way it jiggled in her silk panties.
All the while, his cock throbbed. It was painfully constricted between their bodies, imprisoned by his clothes.
Cathy wanted to let his cock out. She wanted to play a lot with that stiff, exciting thing this evening. But first, Boyd was going to have to do something very nice for her.
She crawled farther forward until the front of her pink panties was right above his face.
"Hey, what's this?" he asked playfully, and clutched her ass, pulling her against his mouth.
As he kissed her through the front of her briefs, Cathy thrilled. But he was kissing just below her belly button, not where it would do her the most good. She tried to wiggle higher yet.
"Just what are you up to?" he asked, grasping her silken sheathed hips and holding her above him.
"Kiss me there!" Cathy blurted. "Kiss me all over!"
"You're getting some pretty wild ideas," Boyd said, still holding her away from his face. He seemed embarrassed.
Cathy swung off him and stood next to the sofa, right by his face. She held her skirt wantonly up around her waist. "Take off my panties," she said.
"With pleasure," Boyd replied, and swung around to sit straddling her legs. He ran his hands up the back of her bare thighs and onto her panties. He hefted her lusciously curved buttocks and rubbed them against each other. His fingers crept up to hook around the elastic at the top of her pants.
Cathy's excitement mounted as he slowly pulled her pink panties down. The clump of golden fluff on her mons appeared. Boyd pulled her panties lower, and he got a teasing view of her slit through the curly hairs. Her panties clung between her thighs causing them to turn inside out as Boyd hauled the top of them farther down. Cathy moved her legs a little way apart, and the pants skidded down past her knees. She lifted one leg, then the other, and let Boyd take her panties off.
He had been ogling her wiggly slit through this process, glimpsing more of it when she raised each thigh. He tossed her panties away.
Cathy moved very close to him. She took hold of his blond, bushy head and pushed it down, smacking his mouth against her bare belly.
Boyd licked around, between her belly button and her fluff. He held her asscheeks in his hands. His fingertips crept into her warm, satiny crack, tickling her in an exciting way as he wiggled her buttocks. Cathy pushed down on his head, causing his mouth to skid into the curls at the top of her pussy.
He quickly sat up.
"What's the matter?" Cathy asked.
"Nothing." Boyd was embarrassed again. "I was just kissing kind of low there."
"Not too low for me," Cathy said.
Boyd's embarrassment turned to anger. "What do you expect--that I'm gonna kiss your cunt?"
Color flared in Cathy's cheeks, and she backed up. While she was forming a caustic reply in her mind, a younger feminine voice spoke from the doorway:
"I'll bet I can get Boyd to kiss me down there," Beth said boldly and stepped forward, stark naked.
Cathy was aghast. "Get back to your room this minute!" she exclaimed.
Beth dismissed the order with, "What do you think you're talking to, some kid?"
Smiling at Boyd, she knelt in front of him. His eyes all but popped from his face as he took in her sleek twelve-year-old body with its mere nubbins for breasts and no hair at all. He gazed down at the cute little bump between her thighs and the top of her very tight slit, barely visible.
As Cathy stared, shocked to the quick by her baby sister's bold intrusion, Beth leaned forward and unzipped Boyd's slacks. Her childish hand dipped into his fly and brought out a prick which was long and stiff, and pink-headed. The slit at the tip of his cock was wet.
"Heyyyyy, wow!" Boyd exclaimed.
"BETH!" Cathy shrieked, and stamped her foot, causing her titties to bounce up and down.
Smiling faintly with a confidence beyond her years, Beth bent forward and stuck out her little tongue. She fluttered the dainty pink organ against the tip of Boyd's upthrust prick.
"AAAHHHHHRGH!" he groaned pleasurably, for this was the first time he had ever had his cock licked. His super-stiff pecker twitched in wild excitement.
Beth caught the tip of his glans between her soft lips and glided them over the rosy crown, widening her little mouth until it was stretched to the maximum as the fattest part of Boyd's organ popped inside. She clasped her lips snugly in the groove just behind his cockhead.
"Ooooh, Jesus!" Boyd husked, grasping the head of the young girl.
Cathy was still staring at the incredible scene, not knowing what to do. Beth had just taken over, seeming to steal Cathy's boyfriend completely. All his attention was wrapped up in her as she ardently sucked his cock, gliding her lips up and down on his shaft, which her saliva had turned slippery.
Cathy watched her baby sister's throat work as she drank down the bland fluid which oozed from the tip of Boyd's aroused prick. He was caressing her short, girlish hairdo. One hand glided down her front to twiddle her baby-pink tits.
"NO!" Cathy cried, and rushed forward. Grasping her sister fiercely, she pulled her away from Boyd's lap, causing his prick to flip out of her mouth and bob quiveringly, sticking up toward the ceiling.
Doing the only thing she could do to win back the young man's full attention, Cathy dropped to her knees where Beth had been. She grasped his bristling cock and pointed it toward her pink lips. She glided her mouth down over his slick glans.
"AAAHGH!" Boyd rasped, and his hips lurched, driving his prick deeper into Cathy's warm, wet mouth.
She began to suck him fiercely, gliding her encircling lips up and down on his spit-slick rod. Now it was Beth's turn to watch while Boyd stared down at Cathy's bobbing head, enjoying the wonderful thrills she was giving him as her soft, clasping lips skidded repeatedly across the sensitive ridge of his corona. She went her baby sister one better by reaching into his pants and bringing out his balls. She played with those blond-fuzzed baubles as she pumped her mouth on his prick.
Beth decided she could still fulfill the prediction she had made when she had entered the room. She jumped up and stood on the sofa. Boyd turned his head to stare at her as she edged along the cushions and straddled his lap. This placed her cute, hairless pussy right in front of his face.
Boyd grasped her around the bottom, finding its cheeks smaller and firmer that Cathy's. When he didn't pull her toward his face right away, Beth just shoved her hips forward, bracing herself on the wall behind the sofa. Her smooth little cunt smacked against Boyd's mouth.
What else could he do but kiss it? Intent though Cathy was upon the sucking of Boyd's cock, she nevertheless became aware of someone above her. Releasing her boyfriend's prick and looking up, she found herself staring into the V of Beth's thighs where Boyd was doing with her what he had refused to do with Cathy: His lips had wrapped themselves almost wholly around her baby sister's pouty little cunt, as if he were going to chew it up and swallow it.
Beth was grinding her pussy between Boyd's lips. His tongue was tickling her slit. Thrills raced through her. She grasped Boyd's head and ruffled his thick blond hair.
Infuriated, Cathy scrambled to her feet. She looped an arm around Beth's waist and yanked the precocious girl off the sofa. She took Beth's place, as she earlier had done on the floor.
Boyd was so worked up by that time, and his inhibitions had been so weakened, that he grasped Cathy and pulled her to his mouth. His tongue wiggled into her blonde nest, forcing the wet lips of her pussy apart, and he began to lick wildly up and down her clit.
Cathy forgave her baby sister everything as luscious thrills powered through her. She didn't even care that Beth was kneeling between Boyd's knees and had seized his cock in her mouth. She was working the snug elastic circle of her lips up and down, up and down, on his bone-hard, quivering organ.
The little girl was so excited that she needed only a squirt from Boyd's hot prick to bring her satisfaction. She sucked him wildly, trying to make him shoot as soon as possible.
This produced an unplanned benefit for her sister, because Boyd licked Cathy's cunt all the wilder. His tongue plunged deep into her steamy swamp of flesh, as he breathed in its musky fragrance, even enjoying her twat's tangy taste. He poked his tongue into Cathy's cunt-hole and lapped upward across her quivering clit. He slurped her flowing juices. She placed her palms over his ears and shot her fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp.
Boyd was bouncing his ass on the sofa as Beth's stripping lips all but pulled his cock out by its roots. His balls churned heatedly. He twisted Cathy's ass for dear life, smearing her feast of cunt-flesh against his mouth as he licked and slurped and tongue-fucked her, all at the same time. She quivered and squealed. Boyd blubbered into her wet meat. Beth glugged around her mouthful of big, juicy cock.
Suddenly, as if a dam had burst to inundate the entire room, an orgasmic wave swept the three lovers as they clutched one another. Cathy's honey flowed onto Boyd's tongue, trickling down his throat, while his lust spurted into Beth's sucking mouth. She gulped it eagerly, setting off a trembling climax within herself.
Cathy hugged Boyd to her belly. His mouth had thrilled her even more intensely than Pedro's had done.
Beth was blissfully satisfied as she licked Boyd's cock up and down, finally letting it flop away, turning soft. It seemed that all she needed to feel perfect was a shot of warm, thick man-cream into her mouth and throat.
She saw no reason to ever let herself be fucked.First he bracketed her plump ass-cheeks in his hands, extending his fingers upward along their flanks and his thumbs along the creases beneath her buttocks. He rolled the rubbery mounds against each other, watching the crack between them wiggle.
Cathy felt humiliated to have her bottom played with like that, especially out in the open, though the foursome on the blanket still had that part of the beach to themselves. She couldn't get away from Pedro, nor even strike at him from her belly-down position.
The aroused Latin jiggled his thumbs against the meaty lower portions of Cathy's ass-cheeks. This caused her fleshy mounds to quiver rhythmically, and it opened and closed her crack just enough to let her tight little asshole wink into view.
Cathy's humiliation increased.
Pedro quit jiggling her ass and merely patted it, making her buttocks shiver against his stroking hand. His cock was poking hard against the interior of his swim-trunks.
He bowed his head and began to lick Cathy's buttocks.
Oh, my goodness, what's he doing to me? she thought. He could fuck me or make me suck his cock. Why is he fooling around BACK THERE?
His licking of her bottom embarrassed her, but it stimulated her at the same time. She was getting all warm and woozy. Soon he began to wiggle her bottom against the man's face, which caused his gliding tongue to skid very close to her ass-crack.
Pedro was heady with excitement. The sixteen-year-old's ass had turned him on strongly. Casting all inhibitions aside, he thrust his moist tongue into the wiggly crack between her buttocks.
Cathy gasped as she felt the man lick her asshole.
Nasty, nasty! she thought. But she loved it.
She tilted her ass upward and spread her knees so that her crack opened wider. She thrust her hot asshole against the man's swabbing tongue.
Pedro quivered all over as he licked the adorable dimple between the girl's satiny buttocks. The little puckers that radiated from the tight slit tickled his tongue. Cathy's warm buttocks vibrated against his cheeks. He let his saliva drool against her anus, then with his tongue he pushed the moisture into the tiny crevice.
Oh, is he going to ...? Cathy wondered wildly.
"Wow!" she exclaimed when he did it, pushing his wet tongue right up her asshole.
Her circular muscle relaxed voluptuously to let his tongue glide through. It felt wonderful, even though her anal ring was stretched as he forced his tongue deeper and deeper. His mouth moisture softened and slackened her tissues. She had never felt so loose!
Pedro pulled his tongue from her ass and lifted his head. Crouching behind the beautiful girl, he pushed down his swim-trunks and let his cock leap free. Someone was walking up the beach toward them, but Pedro wasn't about to let anything interfere with what he intended to do. Clutching his cock, he guided it into the crack of Cathy's ass.
She realized what was going to happen only when Pedro began to push his prick against her moistened nest of puckers. By then it was too late to stop him.
All Cathy could do was to raise her head and holler as his cock forced her asshole wide open and started gliding in. It felt as if a red-hot log were being rammed up her butt. The pain eased somewhat after Pedro's bulging glans popped into her channel and her sphincter contracted around the stem of his cock. Grinding and pushing, he sank his hot cock deeper and deeper into the girl's virgin asshole.
Her hollering caused Beth to raise her head from Gary's prick, and she stared at Pedro's shaft sticking into Cathy the wrong way. The twelve-year-old was shocked.
That must hurt even worse that a regular fucking! she thought. It sure doesn't pay for a girl to let a man get his thing between her legs at all!
Beth went back to sucking Gary's prick with a vengeance. She wanted to keep him so interested in her mouth that he wouldn't even think of fucking.
Cathy's eyes had misted with a sudden gush of tears when Pedro painfully jammed his cock up her ass. But now that the pain was easing and her tight rectum was adjusting itself to the monstrous foreign bulk, she was able to see again.
What she saw appalled her:
Approaching on the beach, not twenty yards away by that time, was a bare-chested man in walking shorts. He had gray hair and was squinting against the sun's glare at what was happening on the blanket. He looked as if he had difficulty believing his eyes.
It was impossible to tell whether he was more shocked by the sight of a young girl, not yet at the age of puberty, pumping her mouth up and down on the cock of a thirty-year-old man ... or by the picture of a teenaged blonde spread out frog-like, getting her ass fucked by a swarthy Latin.
The passerby hesitated, obviously torn between just standing and watching, doing something to stop the shocking display, or going on with his walk as if he had seen nothing. Cathy stared at him through wide eyes as Pedro pumped his prick in and out of her clasping anus, driving fire deep into her guts. Pedro glared at the gray-haired man. Gary insolently grinned at him as Beth just kept bobbing her head, oblivious to the fact that she was being observed.
Finally the beach-roamer walked on, finding the going more difficult with an iron bar in his shorts.
He was not the only one to observe the shocking spectacle on the blanket. Boyd had lifted his binoculars and trained them on the young girls and their adult boyfriends. His prick stuck up like a spike as the glasses revealed in stunning detail the buggery and fellatio being committed on the beach over which he had jurisdiction. Worse than that, his girlfriend and her baby sister were involved. This filled Boyd with anger, and he wanted to intervene. But two husky older men would be more than a match for him, he feared, and anyway it didn't look as if Cathy or Beth wanted help. They seemed to be getting everything they wanted, without his assistance.
By that time, Cathy was grinding her ass pleasurably around the pumping prick that stretched her anus. Beth had let Gary's cock escape from her mouth and was darting her moist little tongue up and down it.
"Come on--get out of your swimsuit and sit on my face!" he husked.
Beth was quick to comply, because that sounded like a great new thrill. As she peeled her suit away, Gary thrilled once again to the sight of her little-girlish body, without so much as a wisp of hair and with such barely budding breasts as to be scarcely noticeable. Her tiny, velvet pussy was the cutest he had ever seen.
He guided her to straddle his head, facing his loins from which his cock towered. She immediately clutched the big, tasty bone and stuck it back into her mouth while settling her sweet crotch over Gary's face. He held her trim buttocks between his hands and licked her precious little cunt. His prick throbbed delightedly in her mouth.
"Oooh! Oooh! Oooh!" Cathy cried as Pedro drove his hard dick up her ass. His belly patted against her buttocks. His balls swung against her cunt.
It was wild getting fucked the wrong way, Cathy decided. She wasn't yet sure if she really liked it, because the pressure remained intense. But it certainly was a thrill. Without her pussy having been penetrated, she felt herself approaching a climax.
Pedro fucked her upflung butt harder. His prick fairly flew in and out of her tight, rippling asshole. His balls bunched up. His eyes rolled back. He clutched Cathy's ass as he pumped his prick into it.
Beth's tight mouth was bobbing just as fast on Gary's cock. His tongue was briskly stroking her pussy, drawing precious droplets of honey. He was tickling her tiny clit, making it throb.
A burst of sweet sensation shook Beth, and she champed hard on Gary's cock. He groaned, spurting upward into her mouth. She gobbled at his semen, but some of it escaped her, dribbling down his shaft.
Pedro's prick twitched deep in Cathy's ass, and he let loose a torrent of gushing lust which warmed her bowels and set her to trembling. The orgasm spread until her entire body was consumed by quaking frenzy. Even her pussy spasmed, with no prick inside it. Her hard clit tingled.
She fell utterly limp on the blanket, Pedro's cock still sticking deep between her buttocks.
Cooing softly, Beth licked the spilled cream from the sides of Gary's prick. Finally she pursed her soft lips around the tip of his organ and sucked up the final drop or two of his precious fluid.
High on his tower, Boyd was stroking his prick in his trunks, holding his binoculars in the other hand and watching the tableau on the blanket. If anyone had called for help in the ocean, they would have been out of luck.She suddenly had made up her mind to take the big step, and Gabe was the one she wanted to do it with. She wanted to do it right then, while the urge was strong within her. If she waited, she might chicken out.
"Would you like to fuck me?" she asked Gabe.
The tall, tow-headed mute was thrilled.
Gary was amazed, then angered. But he played it cool. He watched, not saying a word, as Gabe grinned and shucked off his trunks. Beth sank to the carpeted floor. Lying on her back, she spread her legs wide open.
Gabe's prick was up by the time he landed on his knees. He gazed with delight at Beth's hairless pussy, which was like a little roll of velvet, tightly slitted.
"Be gentle," she murmured, as she stared at him through limpid eyes.
He bent and began to lick her.
Gary burned. But Beth had made her choice, and he couldn't forcibly toss Gabe aside. All he could do was to watch, with his prick sticking up, and content himself with seconds perhaps. He had wanted very much to take the little girl's cherry.
Gabe's moist tongue stroked her pussy, spreading a glaze of saliva over the delicious morsel. His hands traveled over her body, brushing her stiff nipples. Beth lifted her legs, because it felt good to hold them up in the air, wide apart. But after awhile this became tiring, and she rested them on Gabe's shoulders.
His tongue was really getting to her by that time, gently prying open the smooth petals of her baby cunt. His saliva drooled inside, mixing with her own natural juices. Her pussy tingled. If she had ever felt like getting fucked, it was then.
Gabe's tongue tickled her hot little clit and stroked the very small mouth of her vagina. He ran the tip of his oral organ around that slick orifice, softening and moistening the gateway to paradise. Very carefully, the sensitive young man thrust his tongue into the opening, so that the channel spread just a bit.
Beth thought she had an inkling of what it would feel like when his cock came thrusting in--and it was good. A rush of voluptuous sensation convinced her that she wanted to be penetrated, and as quickly as possible.
She began to stir restlessly against Gabe's cautious oral explorations.
Gary watched all this, wishing he were in the mute's place. His frustration and bitterness increased. He didn't blame Beth--what did she know? Gabe was the one at fault, Gary felt, for taking over his girl in his bedroom. After all, hadn't he brought Beth to the apartment the first time? Hadn't he carefully guided her along to this moment of culmination, only to have the supreme thrill snatched from him by Gabe?
Somehow he would find a way to get back at that son of a bitch, he vowed.
Gabe raised his head and crawled forward to spread his rangy body over the slender form of the little girl. This was Beth's first time to be mounted, and her fear rose. She felt helpless. Suddenly she wondered if she wanted to go through with the fucking after all.
But she realized that it was too late to back out. Gabe's prick was poking at her tender little cunt, trying to find the way into it.
Beth was afraid to breathe. She lay perfectly still. Her heart pounded.
Gabe's tentative pokes at her pussy became more demanding as his lust increased. He wiggled his rod against her softest part. He pushed.
Beth felt her tender flesh being spread by his thrust. What was pushing into her was much bulkier than a tongue. Her pussy lips were forced so wide apart that they felt as if they might snap from the strain.
Then suddenly there was a sharp hurt as Gabe's prick pushed against the delicate membrane which guarded Beth's inner passage. She held her breath and shut her eyes. She had to bite her lips to keep from crying.
The pain increased as Gabe pushed harder.
Oh, why did I let him do this? Beth thought.
She heard him grunt. There came the strongest pressure yet ... the greatest hurt ... and then the inward pressure stopped and Beth felt the man's bulk gliding fully into her, creating a new and pleasurable pressure in the walls of her vagina and around its mouth.
Gabe stopped, pushed up onto his arms, and looked down at her. There was warmth and tenderness in his eyes. He smiled, and Beth smiled back at him through her tears.
She knew everything was going to be all right.
Everything was WONDERFUL!
Gabe gently stroked his long, stiff cock in and out of Beth's marvelously tight little cunt, and she thrilled as never before in her life. She was being fucked, and she loved it!
The man's gliding hardness thrilled every nerve-end in her cuntal walls. His log stroked the red-hot tip of her clitty. Her sensitive pussy-lips worked the length of his cock, feeling lusciously stretched. There was nothing like having a big, hard prick pumping inside her.
To Gabe, the thrill was supreme. He had never screwed such a tight, hot pussy. What made it even more wonderful was to look down at the little girl's innocent face gazing up at him, her eyes wide, her pink lips parted.
Gabe had to hold himself under strict control to keep from fucking her hard and fast. But he didn't want to hurt her.
Beth was beyond fear. Gabe's prick felt better and better with every stroke. She began to move her hips a bit, responding to an instinctive urge.
This stimulated Gabe to move faster. He was careful still not to push his entire prick into her, however. That wasn't necessary to give him total satisfaction.
As his stroking increased in tempo, Beth felt herself approaching a plateau of pleasure that she had never reached before. She clutched Gabe's back. She instinctively wrapped her slender legs around him. She fucked back as Gabe fucked her.
Her brain swam. Her senses rioted.
Gabe's eyes rolled back as he neared a climax. He pumped his prick briskly in the snug, elastic channel of the virgin twelve-year-old. Suddenly he growled, and his lust leaped from his churning balls, steaming through the tube of his penis, exploding with hot spurts into the little girl's clasping cunny.
Beth cried out. Her body lurched. Warm vibrations swept through her, turning her brain light. She clung to Gabe and thrilled as never before, her slender little form quivering against him, as she took his jetting heat into the pit of her belly.
Supreme bliss followed her tumultuous climax. Every cell in her body was gloriously relaxed and at peace with all creation.
She hardly felt it when Gabe pulled his cock out of her. She lay still, her cheek pressed against the carpet, breathing deeply.
No wonder Cathy dug it.
Fucking was the greatest thing in the world!Looking up, he thrilled as the young girl positioned herself over his towering skinny cock, then let her cunt down onto it, taking the spear all the way up inside her warm little body. Beth screwed happily, grinding her lithe hips and working them up and down. Sighting down across his chest and belly, Gabe watched his cock being claimed by her dainty, hairless cunt, then released, her little cunt-lips turning outward as they glided toward the end of his shaft, only to fold inward once more as she settled down on top of him again.
The clutching tightness of her pussy was a marvelous thrill in itself. The snug fit of Gabe's cock thrilled Beth, also. With every stroke of her pussy up and down on his rod, his cock-ridge rippled her cuntal walls. She leaned farther forward so that her clitty pressed his iron-hard column while she pumped.
Both sisters were having the time of their young lives, fucking the virile men from on top. It was like riding the most exciting merry-go-round in the world, their horses bobbing up and down, up and down. But instead of sitting on the saddles of their mounts, they were bouncing on the saddle-horns! Their little pussies thrilled to the deep, rhythmic penetrations of the men's long cocks.
Cathy was missing one thing that she had wished for, however. She had been denied the opportunity of sucking and getting fucked at the same time. If only Beth weren't monopolizing Gabe, she thought, or if Pedro were to talk in ...
But Beth wasn't about to give up the skinny, stiff dick she was screwing, and Pedro didn't arrive. Cathy had to make do with what she had--which was one, big, long bone sticking up in her squishy center, which she could grind on and stroke on and enjoy to her heart's content.
That wasn't bad.
The men had greater-than-usual endurance at that time, because Beth had depleted both of them earlier. But the stimulation which the girls provided, by kneeling astride them and riding their pricks, got their balls to bubbling quickly.
Cathy helped Gary along by dangling her titties above his face, dropping first one nipple, then the other, into his eager mouth, and tugging them away after he'd gotten a few quick sucks. She shook her titties to and fro, across his nose.
Beth couldn't do things like that with her tits, because they were little more than bee-stings. This, in itself, provided a thrill for Gabe as he gazed up at her pre-pubescent body while feeling her tiny cunt wring his cock.
Soon the men's hips were flopping up and down on the floor with dizzying speed, giving the girls a bucking ride which they wouldn't soon forget.
Beth was the first to cum, flopping forward against Gabe's chest and squealing as warm vibrations coursed through her. Gabe felt the spastic contractions of her babyish cunt, and they brought him along.
Cathy came moments later, sitting up and jerking her hips as Gary's cock extended to its full length inside her. She felt that column throb and the head expand deep in her belly. His warm spurts filled her with gooey cream which drooled down his shaft and dampened his balls.
Cathy kept writhing, shaking her tits, until her orgasm was completely played out. Then she fell forward and kissed Gary moistly on the lips.
He had enjoyed himself, but this had been just an ordinary bout of sex. He still resented Gabe for not letting him to be the one to take Beth's virginity. Little girls turned him on the most, and he'd never met one who was as sweet and naturally sexy as that charming twelve-year-old.
Cathy dismounted Gary, his now limp penis slithering down out of her and falling against his belly with a wet slap, and went to the bathroom to clean up.
Beth rolled off Gabe, coming to rest on her back.
What a wonderful day it had been, she thought. She had conquered her fear of fucking, and she felt really grown-up for the first time.
No one could ever look down on her again, she confidently believed. And she had a whole lifetime of pleasure to look forward to--fucking and sucking until she was sixty years old or even older.
But that was too far in the future to think about. Anyway, why dream about what was to come? The present was perfect, just as it was.Let them do their thing, she thought, and she would do hers.
Do it she did, with all the sweet young passion that welled up within her. Her cunt was a marvelously tight, hot encirclement which stroked up and down on Gabe's upthrust rod. He groaned and pumped deeply into her.
She fucked him faster and harder.
Soon her lithe hips were flying up and down as she rode righteously atop him. Gabe was bucking like a bronco.
Beth gasped. She squealed. She came just as the man spurted joyously inside her, and they quivered together, his cock twitching spastically in her tight sheath.
Beth lay forward against him. They kissed, and his hands caressed her smooth back.
When his cock had softened inside her, Beth rolled off. Now more concerned about their public location, she got back into her swimsuit. Gabe pulled up his trunks.
"Come on," she said. "Let's take a dip in the ocean."
As she sprang to her feet, she saw Gary crossing the beach toward her. He seemed agitated and in a hurry.
"So you're with this guy!" he snorted, glaring at Gabe.
"I like him," Beth said, and added with a smile, "But I like you, too."
Gary was glancing about, as if looking for someone.
"My sister isn't here today," Beth said.
"So, what else is new?" Gary kept looking in the direction from which he had just come.
"Uh, Gabe and I were going to take a swim," Beth said.
"Sounds like a good idea," Gary replied. "Let's go."
"Gabe, do you want to come with us?" Beth asked.
"Forget him!" Gary tugged at her arm, suddenly in a hurry to take to the water.
His anxious gaze across the beach told Beth what was troubling him. A police officer was approaching at a lope.
"You!" he yelled at Gary. "Just got here, did you?"
"Why?" Gary forced a grin. "Is anything wrong?"
"A blind man who runs a store over on the street was just knocked unconscious and robbed."
"Well, I hope you don't suspect me," Gary said nervously. "I've got no money on me."
"You could have stashed the loot and your weapon, too--in a trash can or some place," the officer said, taking hold of Gary's arm. "All we know is, the robber ran this way."
"I've been here for half an hour," Gabe blurted. "There's the guy who just ran up." He pointed to Gabe.
The mute sat and stared as the officer looked him over. Gabe made a pitiful effort to speak, producing only a nasal groan.
"My little niece saw him," Gary said. "Tell the officer, Beth honey."
Beth liked Gary, as she had told him. But she couldn't lie for him-- certainly not to get Gabe into trouble. She was shocked that Gary would try to pin the blame on Gabe for something Gabe didn't do.
"That isn't true," Beth told the police officer. "And I'm not this man's niece. He's the one who just got here."
"Okay, you're coming with me!" the officer said to Gary. "We'll find somebody who saw you running from that blind man's place."
He led Gary away, the latter still protesting.
Gabe smiled gratefully at Beth.
It must be awful, she thought, to have no voice to defend yourself when you're accused of something.
"Race you to the water!" she said, and took off on a run.
Gabe followed.
They romped into the surf, taking the spray in their faces. They ducked into the rolling waves. Gabe clutched her, and she laughed as she bobbed to the surface.
He was rubbing his body against hers under water, and she could feel a hardness in his trunks. Her hand dipped down and stroked him.
Can people do it in the water? she wondered.
She decided to find out.
Gabe helped her work his trunks down, and it was a simple matter for him to draw the crotch of her bathing suit aside. His stiff prick parted the petals of her pussy, and his hardness glided up inside her.
They fucked in the water as the waves crashed over and around them. Beth clung to the tall man while he braced himself on the bottom. Her legs and arms were wrapped about him, and her hips pounded. His cock stroked briskly in her wet channel.
The sea's tumult added to their excitement, building to primeval frenzy. When they came, together, it was as if they were part of the crashing surf and in a sense, they were, because they were all acting out the drama of nature.
Beth felt very close to Gabe, but she doubted if she would ever see him again. With Gary arrested, Gabe wouldn't be coming around to the apartment, and she didn't know where he lived.
She had wondered how Gary supported himself, and it seemed that she had found out: He was a thief. Perhaps Gabe was one, too, though he hadn't been guilty of the theft from the blind man.
It was just as well, Beth decided, for her not to see either of them any more.
Though it had been an exciting and pleasurable day, she felt a bit sad as she rode home."Then why can't we take our swimsuits off right now?" she blurted. "There's nobody else here to see us."
Joe sat up and stared at his daughter. "Do you really want to?"
"I'd like it very much!" Beth smiled warmly at her father,
"I don't know," Joe said. "Your mother wouldn't approve. And maybe it wouldn't be decent."
Beth hopped to her feet. "But you said families do it and that it's a healthy thing. I feel like it, Daddy."
Before Joe could stop her, the twelve-year-old skinned out of her swimsuit. He stared at her naked body for the first time since she was a little child.
Joe felt a stirring in his loins. His daughter was so sweet and innocent looking, with no hair at all between her legs and her little breasts scarcely beginning to push out.
"Come on!" she coaxed smilingly. "Don't be a party poop, Daddy! Take off your swimsuit, too."
Joe cast a quick glance around. He and his daughter were still completely alone. Perhaps it would be good for the girl, he thought, to see what a man's body looked like, in a situation like this, which was clean and wholesome. How could it do any harm? He was, after all, her father, and she was his little girl.
He stood and shucked down his trunks. Though he felt strangely excited, his penis remained soft. How could it be otherwise with his daughter, whom he wouldn't let himself entertain carnal thoughts about?
Beth didn't seem shocked in the least as she gazed at his cock and balls. This surprised Joe a bit. But it pleased him, also. It showed what a healthy mind Beth had, he thought.
He grinned. "Want to race me to the water?"
"Why don't we just get some sun first?" Beth suggested.
"Okay," Joe said, and stretched out on a blanket. Beth sat beside him, "It's a beautiful day, isn't it?" he added.
"It sure is!" Beth exclaimed, gazing delightedly at her father's naked form.
She had become aroused, even if Joe hadn't. She had to do something about it. This meant taking the most daring step she had ever tried.
Her father might get angry and punish her, she thought. Maybe he would never forgive her.
But on the other hand, maybe she could make him like what she wanted to do so much that he wouldn't ask her to stop.
She had to take the chance.
She edged closer to her father's recumbent form. Joe's eyes were shut, so he was unaware of Beth's extreme nearness. She bent over him.
Now! she thought, and quickly grasped her father's soft penis, holding it up. She capped her mouth around the hooded head of it and sucked.
Joe's eyes popped open and he sat bolt upright.
"Beth!" he exclaimed, his voice made ragged by the thrill she was giving him.
Her encircling small hand glided the foreskin down off the head of his cock, and she sucked the bare knob, giving him an even more intense sensation. Beth thrilled to the burst of strong, man flavor she derived. She had come to love that! She thrilled stronger as her father's cockhead swelled in her mouth. His shaft stiffened in her grasp.
Oh, my God! Joe thought in alarm. I'm getting a hard-on with my own daughter! And she's sucking me! Ooh, it's WONDERFUL!
He couldn't stop her. What she was doing felt too good. And she obviously was enjoying it.
Joe lay back and writhed, trying not to think of what a despicable act he was committing as his young daughter stroked her small, tight mouth on his prick. His rod had thickened and extended out to an iron-hard erection. His bulging glans stuffed Beth's mouth. His shaft stretched her lips.
To Beth the act was not sinful at all. She simply loved it. Now that her father hadn't stopped her, and had lain back to enjoy her lovemaking, she gained greater courage. She knew that everything was all right.
She stopped sucking him to raise her head and smile. "Do you like that, Daddy?" she asked. "Does that make you feel good?"
"Oooh, my darling!" he husked. "It's heavenly!"
"I like it too, Daddy! I like it very much!"
She capped her mouth around the bulging knob of his penis once more and resumed sucking as she slowly, steadily stroked her lips up and down. Joe's glans traveled the length of her velvet tongue, forging into the very tight opening of her throat. Still, she didn't gag. Her lips crawled lower and lower on his shaft until they were nearly touching his balls.
The sensation was the most magnificent Joe had ever received. His thoughts of guilt dissolved in the wondrous excitement of his young daughter's cocksucking. He writhed, his balls churning.
Beth let his prick escape from her mouth and stand up alongside her nose as she licked along it. His cock twitched ecstatically while her little pink tongue scurried to its base and onto his bobbling nuts.
Beth seized one of her father's balls in her mouth and sucked on it. She let that one go and sucked on the other.
She worked her tongue back up his quivering stalk and licked its wet flower all over. She took little sucks from the tip of his prick, drinking down the clear, viscous fluid he exuded.
"Ooh, Daddy ... Daddy ... I want to fuck you!" Beth cried as she raised her head.
Joe had been reduced to such a trembling mass of protoplasm that he couldn't resist her shocking desire. What was even more shocking, he didn't want to, though to take his young daughter's virginity would be a terrible thing!
He was amazed by the fact that Beth so quickly mounted him, as if this was something she had done before. She didn't seem frightened in the least.
Grasping her father's stiff prick to hold it straight up, Beth positioned her smooth dainty crotch above it. Joe gazed at her little slit which opened slightly, revealing the pastel pinkness within. She was very wet and ready to receive him.
She let the tip of his pecker part her delicate folds. Slowly lowering her body, she took in his widening cockhead until the fattest part of it was lodged in her small cunt-mouth. So she wasn't a virgin, Joe realized. She had done this before! Joe's brain turned light from the extreme tightness. His daughter lowered herself further, and his entire glans popped into her slick cunt. He gasped in acute pleasure as the slippery heat of her tight little cunny enveloped his sensitive knob. She was very wet and ready to receive him.
With her hands on her knees, and a wicked grin on her face, Beth squatted slowly on his rigid shaft. Joe watched in amazement as she continued to lower herself smoothly and his fat knob slipped smoothly up her hot buttered channel followed by inch after inch of his horny shaft until she had his entire lengthy prick within her and was sitting against his balls.
She wasn't a virgin, Joe realized. She had done this before!
Joe thrilled wildly, feeling less inhibited and less guilty now that he knew he had not ruined his daughter. Did he dare to enjoy her fully and freely?
He found that he had no choice, for her super-snug cunt gave sheer ecstasy as it stroked up and down on his throbbing prick. He had never had such a luscious fucking! He shut his eyes and groaned with delight, running his hands blindly up and down his daughter's smooth body, feeling her baby tits, so small yet bristling with passion.
Beth circled her tight pussy on his prick by twisting her hips from side to side as she pumped up and down. She rode him with supreme pleasure, happy that they were balling beneath the warm sun, in the fresh, tangy air from the ocean. She could hear the waves crashing on the rocks not far away, and they were echoed by the thudding of her heart.
"Ooh, my darling little girl!" Joe exclaimed, rocking his hips and driving his hard prick up into her.
"Daddy, I love you!" Beth cried, bobbing on his strong cock.
Their waves of passion heightened until a storm raged within their linked loins. The rippling strokes of Beth's cunt around her father's prick caused his organ to twitch as it drove vigorously upward. His balls were filled with molten heat, wanting to burst forth.
"Ooh, Daddy!" Beth cried, bobbing faster astride him. "It's so good to fuck you!"
That sweet, passionate declaration from his twelve-year-old daughter caused Joe's lust to surge. He groaned and arched his back, driving his prick all the way up into her and holding it there as it twitched. The head ballooned deep within her pussy. Beth ignored the discomfort of his rigid shaft stabbing into the bottom of her pussy. She squirmed against him and clenched her inner muscles instinctively in her effort to give him all the pleasure she could.
His hot spurts told her he was completing, and this set off a vibrating burst within Beth which radiated throughout her body. She lay forward, clinging to her father, as her orgasm matched the crashing force of the nearby ocean.He moaned and lovingly caressed his wife's red hair.
Freddie wrestled off Marcella's swimsuit, and Joe had no opportunity--or even any inclination--to protest as the lad knelt behind her, driving his cock into her pussy from the rear.
Tom was fucking Cathy on the next blanket.
And in the crashing surf, Beth clung to one blond fourteen-year-old, her legs encircling his waist while her pussy bobbed on his thrusting rod, at the same time embracing his twin with her arms, taking his projecting cock in her mouth. The twelve-year-old happily fucked and sucked.
The entire family grooved as never before in their lives, and it seemed that they had nothing but happiness before them. The most remarkable thing about it was that a child had showed them the way--their very own beach baby. | 4 |
870 | Tease | "Hi."
I look up to see a girl standing in the doorway of my office. She is a first-year student who is taking my set theory class. I think her name is Melissa. She is smiling, and I smile back.
"Hello, how can I help you?" I'm in a particularly good mood. I've just heard that I've had a paper accepted in a reasonably prestigious journal, so smiling is coming naturally at present. Of course, it is hard not to smile when a pretty girl smiles at you. It seems that their smiles release happy-particles into a male's bloodstream. When you are younger, it can leave you grinning like an idiot; of course, as a mature lecturer of twenty-eight, I am thankfully past that stage.
"Can I come in, Dr. Edwards?" she asks tentatively, her expression revealing nothing of her reasons.
"Sure."
As she enters, I idly note her clothes: she is dressed in figure-hugging blue jeans and a plain white t-shirt. The t-shirt is a little bit too taut. That is, too taut for my peace of mind, for it is stretched tightly over her breasts, making them beacons for my eyes. I can certainly testify that there is nothing strange about these attractors. Normally, whatever the provocation, I'm very careful about ensuring that my appreciation of female students isn't detectable; there are enough pitfalls for a male lecturer as it is, but I could tell that this time was going to be extra taxing on my nerves.
"It's Melissa, isn't it?"
"Yes." And I'm rewarded with another smile. Smiles like that could become addictive.
Melissa takes a seat and launches into her problem, "I'm having trouble with your last couple of lectures. I don't really understand this `ZFC' set theory."
There's nothing like a chance to lead another soul to see the light of axiomatic set theory to take this mathematician's mind off more earthly matters. Thus engaged, my enthusiasm quickly leads me into explaining the necessity of putting naive set theory on a sound footing, and I start to describe the role of formal axiomatization in this. I then proceed to enumerate the axioms of ZFC and explain where they come from. However, I'm not so blinded by my enthusiasm to fail to monitor the glassy-eyed-ness of my audience. I've bored far too many people to make that mistake.
After a while, I become aware that Melissa is licking her lips and looking at me strangely. It puts me off my stride, and I lose my concentration. Unaccountably, I find myself blushing. Melissa just looks up at me innocently. I suddenly notice that her nipples are visible now, little mole-hills which have sprung up on her otherwise smooth t-shirt. Why would they have done that? I master myself and bring my eyes back to my scribble on the whiteboard. Now, where was I?
Melissa supplied the answer, "You were just about to start explaining what the axiom of choice means," almost as though she could read my thoughts.
I look up, and nearly lose myself in her twinkling eyes. Is she laughing at me? No, but she seems aware of the spark which has passed between us.
"What I'm having trouble with is...," she breathed, as she rose from her chair to stand next to me and point at the board.
I confess, "I'm sorry, I missed that." Her delicate perfume assaulted my nostrils as she stood beside me, and suddenly parsing her sentence was the last thing on my mind. She repeats her sentence while stretching and pointing to a formula at the top of the board. I'm mesmerized by the resulting lifting and straining of her breasts. It is suddenly very hot and stuffy in my office. Now, what did she say again? Rather than reveal my inattention, I talk generally about the axiom in question.
"Yes, but how do you know that sets have that property? It's a little bit arbitrary, isn't it?" Melissa brushes against me as she points to part of the axiom, her breast squashing slightly against my arm.
I retreat behind the safety of my desk before replying. It was getting much too difficult to think with sweet Melissa so close. Unbidden, I'm suddenly reminded of the lyrics of a song by The Police,
"Young teacher, the subject, of school-girl fantasy,
She wants him, so badly, that's where she wants to be ...
Don't stand so,
Don't stand so,
Don't stand so close to me."
They suddenly seem all too relevant, and I develop a new sympathy for the hapless teacher of the song. Of course, the real situation is that Melissa has been behaving above reproach, and there is no evidence that I'm the subject of one of her fantasies; it is only me who is having trouble with my baser instincts. In particular, my desire to pull her into my arms, crush her ruby lips under mine, caress her tantalizing breasts, suck on her pert nipples, and fuck her. Another reason for my retreat was to hide a growing bulge.
Did I catch her looking at my crotch before she raised her big innocent eyes and fixed them on my face? I can't tell. And is that sensual, surreptitious licking of her lips with her tongue a come-on, or an unconscious action? Her eyes reveal nothing; they are simply questioning, awaiting my answer, but they sparkle.
At that moment, a colleague, Andy, barges in and reminds me that we have a faculty meeting this morning. Apologizing to Melissa, I suggest that she comes back another time. Andy and I both watch as she leaves my office. Was that hip swing deliberately provocative?
"She's a firecracker! What a cute ass!" Andy exclaims.
I give a non-committal grunt, inwardly deploring his outspoken lechering and crudeness, although honest enough to admit that similar thoughts had occurred to me.
We head off to the faculty meeting.
CHAPTER: 2. Confession
"How was your day, babe?" I ask Liz when she picks me up after work.
"Not too bad, but I did have a sad case of a fifteen-year-old with a probable ectopic."
Liz's work as a doctor is so much more dramatic than mine. My day consists of giving lectures, attending meetings, and, if I'm lucky, some time to think about my research.Her day consists of breaking the news to someone that they have cancer, or fighting to ensure a baby is born safely. There is no comparison. Not that I'd swap for any money.
"Will she be all right?"
"Probably. We should be able to save her ovary and tube. How was your day, love?"
"Fine. Pretty normal, only I did have a boring faculty meeting this morning." I consider briefly whether or not to mention Melissa. Knowing Lizzy, I decide to tell her. "One highlight was this cute student who came to my office this morning."
"Oh yes?" This has a playful hint of suspicion in Liz's voice.
"Yes. She was wearing the tightest t-shirt over her full breasts you've ever seen," I exaggerate slightly. "She kept on giving me these seductive smiles, and she made sure she brushed her breasts across my arm."
Liz was wearing a mock frown. "Were her breasts as nice as mine?", she asks, taking a hand from the wheel to cup one of her beautiful breasts through her blouse.
"Mmm, let me see... you know, I can't remember what yours look like. Perhaps I ought to remind myself." I lean over to start to undo her buttons, but Liz slaps my hand away.
"Not while I'm driving you maniac!"
I laugh. We've done some mad things while driving, but not on the short drive home from work in broad daylight.
"So," Liz continues her cross-examination, "did she make you hard?"
"Yes. I had to hide it on the way to the Faculty Office."
"Ahh, poor baby," Liz laughs.
Our easy-going attitude is built, not on a promiscuous philosophy or lifestyle, but on trust. There is no way either of us would be unfaithful to the other.
This morning I gave my First Years another lecture on set theory. I was acutely conscious of Melissa's piercing blue eyes upon me the whole time. However, I succeeded in ignoring her and not letting it interfere with the usual theatrical entertainment which I provide for them in a vain attempt to keep their interest for an hour. I couldn't help noticing, however, how beautiful she looked, her face framed in her delightful blonde locks. Melissa came up to me afterwards and contrived to press against me again as she reached over to pick up a copy of the question sheet I'd prepared for them. She was the only one who was this clumsy. I felt my cock harden slightly, but I couldn't prevent a pang of guilt at such a response when she looked up innocently at me and apologized for her clumsiness. Did she know my eyes were on her as she crossed the room? Was that roll of her hips natural, or was it put on for my benefit? If she was still a few years younger, she'd definitely be what they call "jail-bait". As it was, she was still dangerous enough. Liaisons between students and staff are so frowned on that it is dangerous to even think about forming one. Certain feminists on campus seem to have ESP for such thoughts.
Not, of course, that I was seriously considering anything. Liz is more than enough woman for me. But Melissa provokes certain fantasies, however much they are obviously going to have to remain as fantasies.
I successfully dismissed Melissa from my thoughts for the rest of the day, until, that is, she turned up in my office at six o'clock. I was still there as Liz was working late tonight. The hours that junior doctors work is criminal, especially given that one day it will be my life that a dead-tired doctor is looking after. Melissa knocked and entered.
I immediately noticed that she was dressed differently; she had swapped her t-shirt for a blouse and her jeans for a skirt. The blouse was not as tight as her t-shirt had been, but it was more sheer, promising, but not delivering, glimpses of paradise. Perhaps more importantly, its first few buttons were undone. Melissa wasn't indecent, but my imagination quickly made her so.
Remembering my position, I quickly brought the subject of set theory up, hoping that it would detract me from her sensual lips, the sweetness of which called out to be tasted. It soon transpired that she had been doing some background reading, and that her questions were more sophisticated today. I mentally harangued myself for ever thinking her motives were other than professional. Surely this industry put the matter beyond question?
Delighting in the attention of an interested and intelligent student, I soon found myself going beyond my lecture material and touching upon the Borel Hierarchy. Or was it that I kept talking so that I could remain in the presence of those blue eyes?
After a while, I noticed that Melissa was idly fiddling with a gold necklace, and that her toying had caused another button to slide undone. Unconsciously, while I continued talking, I stared at the start of the gentle swell of flesh that could now be seen. When I noticed what I was doing, I searched her face for an indication that she was toying with me as well, but found only innocent concentration. Liz must be right, my mind must be one-track.
However, Melissa's next actions caused me to question her motives all over again. She tucked one of her legs under her, in the process giving me a glimpse of her white thighs. Fidgeting, she managed to repeat this torture. Now, once could be an accident, but three times? Again her eyes twinkle with her natural vivacity, making it impossible to be sure if her innocence is true or only assumed, a cruel facade. A facade I'd love to tear down and expose, along with her breasts, which I have come to believe are braless under her blouse.
Of course, uncertainty prevents me from doing or saying anything. A wrong move could have her running screaming from my office, my career in ruins. My lusts are indeed "sickled over with the pale cast of thought" to a degree which even rivals Hamlet's tragic dithering. The ambiguity in the nature of his father's ghost was as nothing compared to the ambiguity of the nymph in my office. Is she the purest of angels, or the wickedest tease this side of hell? Scholar or wanton?
Any action in such circumstances is, of course, perilous. Moreover, I never trust my reasoning when my erection is throbbing like this. Hence, I continue talking about sets, while sex is all I can think about. I manage to keep going for a few minutes, until Melissa decides to stretch. The shifting, thrusting, and straining of her gentle breasts within, makes her blouse a magnet for my eyes, and my thoughts dissolve like the mist.
"Sorry, I'm getting a little tired," Melissa apologizes into my pause. "I still have a few questions however. Do you mind if I come back and ask you some more questions another time?"
It would take a stronger man than me to turn down such a request. "Of course not," I say, managing to keep all signs of arousal out of my voice. I hope.
As Melissa walks out the door, the apt phrase "She's a seven-sector call-out" from a favorite childhood science-fiction book springs to my mind. A beauty she certainly is, but is she also a saint or a witch?
My answer comes as she turns in the doorway, revealing her completely unbuttoned blouse and magical breasts. For a second, we are both frozen, and then she is gone. I rush to the door in time to see her hurrying down the corridor.
The wicked tease! | 4 |
872 | Twin Trouble | "Johnny!" I heard Mom yell, "Get your butt out to the barn and do your chores. I'm going over to Mrs. Johnson's for a bit. I'll be back about four-thirty. Make sure Janie gathers the eggs and feeds the chickens, too."
"Okay, Mom, where's Dad?"
"He went to town after feed. He'll be back after dark. Why?"
"He said we would go fishing in the morning, and I wanted to get my gear out of the truck to straighten it out," I answered.
"Well, you can do that tonight before you go to bed. Now hop to it!"
As Mom drove away in our old Ford, I went into the house. "Janie!" I yelled, "Janie, Mom said to get your chores done now."
My twin sister and I share a room in the attic of our small farmhouse. Dad says he is going to add on sometime so we can each have our own room, but Janie and I don't mind sharing. We dress behind a curtain, so it's really okay with our parents. Being twins, Janie and I share everything, anyway.
Janie wasn't upstairs. "Goofing off as usual," I muttered to myself as I walked to the barn to get my work done.
By the way, I'm Johnny Watson. My sister and I are fourteen (just) and live in South Alabama. There aren't any kids our age living close to us, so we are best friends. Being twins, I guess that's natural anyway.
We tell each other everything; well, almost everything. When we went to visit our Aunt Becky and Uncle Bob and our cousins Tommy and Tish last summer, Tommy had let me have some of his magazines that showed people fucking. I kept them hidden in the barn and didn't tell Janie about them. I was too embarrassed about what she would think. I had peeked around the curtain and watched her undress a few times and I had a feeling that she had peeked at me as well, but we never talked about it.
I stopped in the door of the barn, enjoying the scent of the pine sawdust we had spread throughout. My footfalls were silent as I walked down the center toward the feed bin. I decided to look at my fuckbooks for a minute first and went over to the stall where I had hidden them. I stopped when I heard sounds from inside. I bent down and peeked through a crack in the boards. Boy was I surprised!
My twin was inside, sitting on a bale of hay. She had found my magazines and was looking at one with her legs spread. Her eyes were wide as she looked on the sexy pictures, and as she turned the page, I saw that she had one hand down the front of her cutoff jeans, playing with her cunny. She pulled her hand out as I watched and unsnapped her shorts and pulled the zipper down, folding the flaps back. I could see her white, little-girl panties. She licked her middle finger and slid her hand back into her panties. I could tell she was rubbing her clit.
She tilted her head back in pleasure and the magazine slid off her lap. When she stood to pick it up, her shorts dropped to her ankles. She looked thoughtful for a moment, then looked around. I could see that the crotch of her panties were wet. She stepped out of her shorts and turned her back to me. Her underwear was stretched across the soft globes of her ass. She picked up an old horseblanket and spread it on the bale of hay.
My gorgeous sister turned back around and to my surprise, she put her fingers in the waistband of her panties and shoved them down to her ankles and stepped out of them, revealing her lovely cunt to my feasting eyes. I had not really seen her pussy since we stopped taking baths together when we were about seven. When I peeked at her it was usually dark, so I couldn't see much. She sat back down and put her feet up on the edge of the blanket-covered bale of hay, then spread her legs wide, giving me a perfect view of her virgin pussy.
My twin licked her fingers again and returned them to her crotch, spreading the lips and showing me her clit and hole. I had recently noticed hair starting to grow around my dick and I saw that it was matched by soft, downy hair lining her little slit. Her eyes flew across the pages of pictures and her hand flew across her shiny clit and vulva. She grunted softly as she stimulated herself and I noticed moisture developing around her hole, soon bubbling with fluids that dribbled down the crack of her ass to collect on the blanket beneath her.
Her fingers flew faster and faster across her center of pleasure until finally, the book slipped to the floor again. She closed her eyes, arched her back and started to cum. Juices poured from her tiny hole as her hand raked from her little brown wrinkled backdoor up to the top of her slit and back again. She was trying to be quiet, but a keening whine escaped her lips as she enjoyed her orgasm. She finally collapsed and I saw her cum still leaking from her and puddling on the blanket.
She was breathing hard so I took the opportunity to slip quietly from the barn. I ran back up to the house and slammed the door.
"JANIE," I yelled. "Where are you? We've got work to do!"
I walked slowly back to the barn, giving her time to get dressed and cover her tracks. When I got to the barn, she was in the feed bin, filling the chickenfeed bucket. Her face was red and I could see that the flush extended down to cover her chest.
"Oh, there you are. Mom went to Mrs. Johnson's and said for us to do our chores. What'cha been doing?" I asked.
"Oh, nothing. Just getting the chickenfeed ready," she responded.
"Well, scoot!" I told her and popped her on the butt as she passed.
"Alright, you," she said with a grin. "What's the matter, you trying to get rid of me?"
"Not really. What makes you ask that?"
"Oh, nothing." She tossed her hair saucily and pranced out. I watched the sway of her developing hips as she walked out of the barn. I went over to the door of the stall where my books were hidden and waited till I saw her turn back to watch out of the corner of my eye before I went in. I quickly pulled out the horseblanket and unfolded it. The puddle of juice she had created was still evident. I put it to my nose and inhaled, smelling the sweet scent of her spend. I folded it back and returned it, then reached into my hiding place and pulled out the book she had been looking at.
I sat on the same bale she had used and started looking at the book. I was listening intently and heard a soft shuffling from outside. I had figured that she would try to sneak a peek at me since she had seen me come into the stall where the books were. I copied her movements by putting my hand in my shorts as I looked at the pictures. I bent my head down and looked through my eyelashes to see my twin in the same position I had occupied, gazing through a crack in the boards.
I unsnapped my shorts and unzipped them as she had hers, reaching inside to jack my dick. My briefs were soaked with precum from watching my sister masturbate. I didn't want to make her suspicious by copying her exactly, so I put the book down instead of dropping it. Then I turned and picked up the same blanket she had used. From the corner of my eye, I could see her look worried, but she relaxed when I unfolded it so the opposite side from where she had deposited her fluids was up. Then I turned back and shoved my pants and underwear down and plopped on the blanket.
Janie gasped audibly as she saw my erect cock for the first time. I picked up the book and held it in one hand as I slid my fist up and down my 7" rod, enjoying the knowledge that my twin was watching me jack off. I didn't even look at the pictures, but watched Janie through the fingers holding the porno mag. Her eyes were wide and she licked her lips occasionally as she gazed at my cock. Finally I dropped the book and lay back with my eyes closed, except that I continued to watch my twin through slits.
My hand slid faster and faster up and down my dick, precum bubbling from the tip to lubricate my efforts. Then I felt the familiar tingling between my legs as my orgasm neared. I slowed my hand to make it last longer and put my other hand between my legs to fondle my balls. Suddenly, I felt the pleasure build and went back to jacking my shaft furiously. I squeezed my dick tightly as I felt the pressure build, then the cum blasted from the tip, shooting across the narrow stall to hit just above the crack my sister was peering through. She was startled, not realizing what it meant for a guy to cum and drew back, but quickly replaced her eyes to the crack.
Jet after jet of spunk blasted from my cock, but none so powerful as the first. I grunted heavily as I came, finally collapsing as the final offerings dribbled from the end of my dick. I continued to secretly watch my twin. The glob of sperm that had hit the wall slid down till it was dangling in the crack. Janie looked at me carefully to be sure my eyes were still closed, then snaked an finger into the crack and scooped up my cum. I saw her rub it between her fingers, then lift it to her nose to smell it. I watched, entranced, as she then extended her tongue to her fingers to taste it. I was thrilled! My twin was eating my cum! She must have found it not too unpleasant, for she then put her fingers in her mouth and sucked them clean.I opened my eyes and reached for a rag to clean up with and saw a flash as my twin disappeared from the crack in the boards. I knew this was going to be a fun summer!
That evening when Dad got home, I got all my fishing gear out of the truck. I hadn't used it in a long time, so it was a mess. After supper, I spread it out on the living room floor to sort and clean it. I was sitting on the floor with my legs spread when Janie came in and flopped on the couch across from me. She put her knees up with her heels on the edge of the cushion and began to read one of her romance novels. Mom called them 'trash', but let her read them anyway.
I glanced up at my twin occasionally and caught her looking at me over her book. She always dropped her eyes back to the book, but I noticed that each time, a blush infused her cheeks. I knew she was thinking about what she had seen that day. I watched her through my eyelashes and the next time I saw her watching, I lifted my eyes to stare at her crotch. Her cutoffs were stretched tightly across her pussy and buns, and the edge of her panties were visible peeking out in the back and a good half inch of panty was showing on each side of her crotch seam. Knowing she was watching me look at her pussy, I shifted uncomfortably and reached down to reposition my growing shaft. This let her know she had given me a hard-on. I glanced up at her face and caught her eyes. Our gazes locked for an instant and I could tell she was pleased at my reaction.
Dad and I got up very early the next morning to go fishing. I took my shower and climbed back up to our room in my robe. The sun was just coming up, so I don't think Janie realized that her figure was silhouetted against the curtain that separated our beds as she peeked around at me. I took off my robe and gave her a little show, stretching to the low ceiling, then touching my toes a few times, then doing a few deep knee bends while facing her, letting her gaze at my dangling cock. I was starting to get hard, so I turned and quickly stepped into my briefs and finished dressing. She disappeared from the curtain.
I walked to the door and opened it then closed it and stood quietly. I heard rustling noises and slipped over to the other end of the curtain and peeked in. She had her eyes closed but I could see movement under the sheet that told me she was playing with her pussy again.
I stepped back over to the door and opened it, mumbling to myself as though I had lost something, then left for real.
Dad and I had a good day fishing and when we got back about 2:00, Dad let me out and I took the fish to the cleaning table in the backyard and got them ready for the freezer, keeping four nice cats out for supper. Dad was going on over to the Johnson's to talk about loaning them our prize bull, Samson. I put the catfish in the fridge and the rest in the freezer. Mom's car was gone, so I figured she and Janie had gone shopping.
I wandered down to the barn to look at my books again. As I entered, I saw that Janie was at the other end, leaning on the windowsill and looking out. I snuck up behind her and grabbed her waist, growling like a bear. She jumped, screamed and spun around.
"You TURD! Don't DO that to me you TURKEY!"
"I guess that makes me a turkey turd, huh? What'cha looking at?"
"Oh, just watching Samson aggravate one of the cows," she replied, turning back around, her forearms on the sill and her nubile butt thrust back at me. I leaned against her and put one arm one each side of her with my hands on the sill and my head next to hers.
We watched as Samson walked around and around the cow, nuzzling and snorting. Finally, the bull went behind the cow and tried to mount her, failing several times as the cow coquettishly moved forward. He tried again and was successful, using his forelegs and hooves to move further up on her back. My twin gasped as Samson's penis unsheathed itself. About a foot extended and it was as big around as my arm. Boy, what a cock that one had. He scooted a bit further up and drove the massive rod into the cow's waiting cavity and humped. We could see more and more of his long dick plunge into her waiting vagina. The cow bawled loudly as she was penetrated.
My dick was getting hard from watching and from being pressed against my twin's shapely butt. As she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, she rubbed against me. I was sure she could feel my rod pressing into her ass cheeks.
"They sure seem to be enjoying themselves, don't they?" I whispered in her ear. She just nodded and shifted her weight again, moving even tighter against me.
She turned toward me and asked in a husky voice, "Have you ever done that with a girl?"
"Not yet, but I sure want to. Have you?"
She shook her head and went back to watching. Samson was really driving that tool in and out now. Janie started pressing back against me, unconsciously matching the bull's strokes as he fucked the cow.
Suddenly, Samson froze on the cow's back, his long rod fully embedded. The muscles on his back rippled and he snorted loudly several times. After a minute or so, he dropped off her back, pulling his long dick out of her.
"Oh, my God!" my twin exclaimed as she saw the full length of his cock for the first time. "Look at the size of that thing!" The bull's dick was dragging the ground and at least four feet was visible.
I turned my face to hers and whispered in her ear, "I've got some books that have pictures of people doing that. Wanna see'em?"
She nodded and her voice was even huskier as she said, "Yesssss!"
I took her by the hand and led her back to the stall where they were hidden. I got the horse blanket out and spread it on the bales of hay, then sat down. "You know where they are, go ahead and get'em!"
She spun toward me and said, "Whaaaat? How did you know?"
"Cause I sneaked in yesterday and watched you look at them."
"YOU RAT! YOU PEEKED ON ME!"
"Yep, and if I'm a rat then you are too, cause I knew you were peeking on me and saw you lick my cum off your fingers. And I saw you watching me get dressed this morning and I know you played with your pussy after, too."
Her face flushed with embarrassment as she remembered what she had done and what I had seen her doing. "I guess we're even, then, huh?"
I agreed with a grin and she reached into the hiding place and pulled out the books. I spread my legs and told her to sit between them so we could look at the magazines together. She picked up the first one, but laid it aside because she had already seen it. She got the next one, opened it and leaned back against me. I could feel the warmth of her body against mine and put my arms around her and interlaced my fingers on her tummy.
The first picture was of a young girl lying on a bed with her legs spread. Her hands were in her panties and she was obviously enjoying herself. Janie turned the page and the girl was pulling her panties off. On the next page she had her knees up, her legs spread and was playing with her pussy.
"That sure looks familiar," I breathed into my twin's ear.
"Shhhhh," she said, a blush covering her face.
"Why?" I asked. "It was beautiful!"
"Cause I'm embarrassed that you saw me!"
"Well, you saw me do the same thing, didn't you?"
"That doesn't make any difference!"
"Well, I'd sure like to see you do it again! Wouldn't you?"
She paused, then nodded. I moved my hands up to the top button of her shirt and unbuttoned it. Hearing no protest, I continued till the shirt fell open. She wasn't wearing a bra and my hands came up and brushed across her nipples. She moaned. I cupped the soft mounds of her breasts and squeezed gently, dragging my thumbs back and forth across the points. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back, licking her lips and sighing. I pinched her nipples lightly and kneaded her tits a bit longer, then put my hands on her waist and pushed her up and turned her around to face me.
I unsnapped her shorts as she let her shirt fall from her shoulders. I slowly let down the zipper until the pants fell to the floor. She stepped out of them. I leaned forward and placed my lips on her right nipple, sucking it into my mouth and chewing gently. She groaned and pulled my head tighter against her as she stood there dressed only in pink panties and her tennis shoes. I drew back and put my hands on her waist, rolling the panties down bit by bit. The soft swell of her tummy was uncovered first. I kissed her navel and ran my tongue in, then continued to roll her panties downward. I gasped as I got my first close-up look at the puffy little slit, soft downy hair sprouting from the center.
"Oh, baby, it's so beautiful!" I exclaimed. She looked pleased.
Finally, I drew the frilly pink garment all the way down so she was fully exposed to me. Her vulva was enticing, with just a hint of moisture in the center of the slit. My twin stepped out of her panties and stood before me as I gazed in admiration. I leaned forward and planted a kiss on her fine little pussy.
"That tickles!" she giggled. "Now you stand up." I did as I was instructed and she hurriedly stripped off my shirt and fumbled with my belt buckle. Her hands were shaking as she finally released it and unsnapped my jeans. She dropped to her knees and pulled them down, staring at the bulge in my briefs. Her tongue darted around her lips as her hands grasped the waistband and pulled them down. She gasped as the turgid head of my cock was revealed. When the briefs reached my knees, her hands reached up to fondle my dick. She moved her head in close and examined it.
"It's so hard," Janie whispered. "I can feel your heartbeat in it!"My twin studied it a bit longer, then I put my hands under her shoulders and drew her up and hugged her, crushing her budding breasts against my chest. I could feel the pointy little nipples stabbing me as I ran my hands down her back and into the crack of her cute little ass, squeezing her fabulous globes. I pulled her against me harder and could feel my cock rubbing the soft mound of her cunt. She ground against me as I kissed her deeply.
At first, she didn't open her mouth, but my tongue dancing on her lips soon parted them to allow entrance. She had very little experience with boys, and I figured I was probably the first to introduce her to French kissing. She learned quickly, and soon our tongues were darting madly around each other. She began to hump her crotch against me, my dick sliding up and down her slit, almost scraping her little clittie.
I sat back down on the blanket-covered haybale and told Janie to sit in my lap so we could look at the magazines some more. She turned around and started to comply, but I stopped her and told her to spread her legs a little before she sat. She complied, and as she came down, I directed the head of my prick between her lovely legs so that when she came to rest, my cock was resting in the furrow of her slit.
She looked down between her legs to see my cock sticking up. "Now it looks like I'm a boy with a thing sticking up down there!" she giggled.
"Maybe, but a boy wouldn't have these beauties!" I replied as my hands came up to enclose her soft breasts. She reached down and pressed the length of my dick harder into her slit until it was lodged against her clit. Below that, I could feel the heat of her virgin pussy radiating against my cock as it was gripped by her labia.
Janie picked up one of the porno mags and leaned back against my chest, opening the book. The first page showed a young boy and girl walking down a city street hand-in-hand, looking into each other's eyes lovingly. The facing page had several pictures of them getting into a van and driving away. I guess the impression was that they were on a date. Janie quickly turned the page, wanting to get to the good stuff. The van was shown backing into a scenic overlook, then the boy was opening the back doors. The van had a bed in the back, and they were lying on it looking out at the lights of the city.
Now the action was starting. The pair were kissing, and the boy put his hand on the girl's breast, then reached inside her bra and pulled the fleshy mound out and sucked the nipple. The girl's hand slid down the front of his pants to explore the bulge there, then popped them open and exposed his cock. The next page showed the girl bent over his cock, about to bury it between her lips as his hand went up her skirt and pulled down her lacy red panties.
"Would you like for me to do that to you?" Janie asked me as she turned to a photo that showed the guy's cock sunk to the hilt in the young girl's throat.
"Oh, Yessssss!" I hissed as the next picture showed the couple now in a classic 69 position with the boy on top, driving his dick into her mouth. Her legs were spread, and his tongue was darting all over her pussy and clit.
My twin moaned when she saw this and said, "OK, but only if you'll do that to me! She looks like she's really enjoying it!" She reached one hand down to our laps, fluttering her fingers over my cock and sliding a finger down her slit to play with her clit. I grabbed the mag with one hand to help hold it up and let my other join hers in our lap. I encircled my dick and jacked it once, drawing a vast load of precum to the top. I gathered the slickness on my finger, then pushed her hand out of the way so I could deposit the lubrication on her pussy. She took hold of the book with both hands again, and I added my free hand to her little slit, spreading the lips wide.
She turned the page and gasped loudly at the picture of the boy. He had spread the girl's legs wide and rolled her back so her legs were in the air, her shiny cunt spread wide. He had stiffened his tongue and had stuffed it in her pussy, his lip raking her asshole as he tonguefucked her. Janie squirmed in my lap as I let my fingers slide down to the entrance to her virgin hole. My middle finger dipped in, and I felt the hot wetness inside her. I let that finger slide further in until it bumped against her cherry, burying it in her to the second knuckle. Her juices were really flowing as I fingerfucked my twin's searing little cunt.
Janie let the book fall to the floor, forgotten, as she spread her legs wider and put her heels on the edge of the haybale. She bounced up and down as my finger penetrated her unviolated tunnel, grunting and keening with her breath now coming in gasps.
"Oh, Johnny, this feels so good. It's wonderful! Please eat me like that guy did her. I want you to put your tongue in me, and I'll suck you, too. Pleeeeeeeeeeaaaaaasssssseeeeeeee!"
I picked my twin sister up, turned around, and placed her on the blanket with her shapely butt just on the edge. I dropped to my knees before her and placed her legs over my shoulders and gazed into her crotch, shining slickly with her juices. I put my hands behind her knees and pushed until they were touching her budding breasts. Her pussy opened like a flower, the soft petals of flesh folding back to reveal the hooded little clit and the opening to her cunt. I put my tongue at the end of the crack of her ass and let it slide slowly forward, passing over her wrinkled little pink backdoor, then across her cunt hole, finally coming to rest on her tiny distended clit. I sucked the nubbin into my mouth and chewed gently on it, eliciting a scream of pleasure from my twin.
Janie replaced my hands behind her knees with her own, spreading herself even wider, so I reached up and pinched both of her erect nipples lightly, rolling them between my fingers as I lapped at her clit. Then I put my hands under her cute little butt and rocked her, dragging my tongue from her clit, down over the dripping entrance to her love channel, back across her asshole. I rocked her back and forth for a while, her groans and moans getting louder and louder, then finally wormed my tongue into her hole and tonguefucked her like the guy in the picture. Her sweet juices flooded my face as I ate her out.
My twin sister grabbed her ankles and pulled her feet up beside her head as I licked her pussy, thrashing her head side to side and squealing. I withdrew my tongue from her and replaced it with my finger, again sliding it into her until it reached her maidenhead. I rolled it around in her little pussy, coating it with her slick juice, then pulled it out and again plunged my tongue into her. Her hips were bucking as I tonguefucked her, and her slick fluids flowed out and down her crack, coating her sweet little asshole. I placed the tip of my finger at the entrance to her bowels and as she bucked, let it gently slide into her asshole. Each time her hips thrust upward against my burrowing tongue, my finger slipped into her ass a little more, until it was embedded to the hilt.
I started rocking her again, letting my tongue flash furiously over her clit on the downstroke and deeply into her pussy on the upstroke. The sphincter muscles gripping my finger relaxed as her passions rose, and soon my finger was sliding in and out of her with each thrust. When she started a long, high-pitched scream, I knew she was reaching her peak, and I clamped my lips on her clit and sucked, my tongue dancing on the little bud as my fingers wiggled in her pussy and asshole.
"Oh, God, Johnny, I'm gonna cum, it's cumming, oh, oh it's so good, so good, here it cums, OH GOD, I'M CCCCCCCCCUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!" she screamed. Her asshole and pussy contracted on my fingers, and I felt a flood of her spend gushing from her. As she peaked, I withdrew my finger from her pussy and dipped my tongue back in, lapping up my twin's cum as it poured from her, coating my face and sliding down my throat. It tasted wonderful!
Her beautiful 14-year-old body shivered and quivered as she came down from her peak. I gently let my finger slide from her behind, then crawled up next to her and held her in my arms, rubbing her back and cuddling her as she enjoyed the afterglow of her first major orgasm. After a while, she lifted her head from my chest and looked at me with sparkling eyes.
"Oh, Johnny, thank you. That was so wonderful! You licking my pussy was fantastic, but when you put your finger in my butt, I thought I was gonna DIE! I've never felt anything so great! Now it's my turn to make you feel good. I can't wait to taste your cock!"
With that, she pushed me over on my back and scooted down so her head was above my raging hardon. Her long blonde hair framed her face and draped across my cock. She moved her head side to side so her tresses brushed gently against me. One little hand reached down to cup my balls and squeezed gently, causing a stream of precum to ooze from the tip of my dick. She extended a finger and scooped up the slick juice, leaving a trail extending from her finger to my prick. She looked up at me, then inserted her finger in her mouth, sucking my juice from it.
"Mmmmmmmm, you taste good! I want some more!" she said and dropped her head down, engulfing my dick in her hot mouth. She slid her tongue down the underside until I was buried in her throat, then eased back up to suck just the head, letting her tongue flash around and around the glans. I moaned loudly as she paid glorious attention to my manhood. My twin moved her head over so she could slide both lips down the underside of my cock, ending up with her mouth on my balls.She licked and sucked for a bit, then took both balls into her mouth, her tongue sliding all over the sack. She really seemed to be getting into what she was doing, because she started humming happily. The vibrations almost caused me to cum right then, and I squirmed in pleasure. She giggled at the discovery that humming increased the feeling for me.
Janie let my balls slip from her mouth and ran her tongue down further to caress and lap at my anus. She licked the outer ring of flesh, then burrowed her pointy little tongue into me. My sphincter relaxed, and soon she was tongue-fucking my asshole as her hand jacked my dick. I grabbed my legs and drew them to my chest in an imitation of her former posture, giving her better access to my asshole.
She brought her hands up to caress my balls again as her tongue worked its way slowly from my rectum back up to the head of my dick, where she again took me in her mouth and slid my rigid tool down her throat. I tangled my fingers in her hair as her head bobbed on me. Eating my twin sister's pussy while I fingerfucked her tender asshole had my dick so hard I was ready to explode.
Janie stiffened her tongue as she drew her mouth off my rod, then tried to bury it in the sensitive hole in the tip. Precum stretched and glistened in a long stream that led from the tip of her pointy tongue, back to the swollen glans. She dipped her head back down, her hair tickling my scrotum. The gleaming strand of lubricating fluid stayed intact as she bobbed her head, playing with it. She even moved her head in a circle, spinning it like a jump rope! Her finger came down, and her other hand encircled my engorged dick, then she jacked her hand upward, drawing a flood of precum from me. It rolled down the underside of my shaft, coating her fingers and covering my balls.
My twin put her lips back on my tool and enveloped me, sliding her head down slowly till her nose was buried in the sparse hair surrounding the base. Her head rose, her tongue dancing on the underside. I arched my hips in exquisite pleasure, collapsing as she dropped and sucked me in again. Twice more she bobbed, and on the final stroke, I could feel the muscles in the back of her throat contracting and milking the head. I felt my orgasm drawing near. I wasn't sure what Janie would think if I came in her mouth, but to be honest, I didn't really give it much thought. The tingling in my balls was familiar, but it quickly passed the level I had attained by looking at the fuckbooks and masturbating.
I could feel the pleasure climbing, and climbing. My scrotum contracted in preparation for the explosive release of cum. Just as the first blast entered her mouth, Janie placed a finger at the entrance to my asshole and pushed, driving it steadily inward with the palm side up. I thought the top of my head would blow off! As the second gob of sperm flashed up my cock, Janie curled the finger in my rectum slightly, pressing against my prostate and bringing the intensity of my pleasure to an even higher plateau.
As the cum boiled from the end of my dick, my sweet twin sister swallowed mightily, the muscles in her throat rippling as she milked the juice and drank it down. Her mouth slid back up my shaft, and I saw her cheeks bulge as I filled her mouth with my spend. My back was arched as I fucked her face, and I saw small, white, pearly drops of cum escape around her lips. The sensation I was enjoying seemed to burn in my brain, and my vision narrowed until all I could see was my sister's lips clamped on my prick as she sucked me.
Finally, I collapsed, my bright red cock slipping from Janie's mouth. She crawled up next to me and kissed me. I could taste the salty flavor of my cum, mixed with the lingering flavor of her sweet little virgin pussy still on my lips. I couldn't wait to see what we would try next! | 1 |
876 | Sharing a Bed for the Night | "Are you sure you can't go, Honey?"
"I'd love to, Rocky, but I have two clients scheduled for today. I should have left the day open."
"No, it's not your fault, Ron. Denny's birthday isn't until Thursday. I didn't know until last night that he has something planned for next weekend. He was so cute on the phone. He was acting like a pouting child about getting his birthday presents early, and when he asked us to come up today, I didn't have the heart to say no."
"Well, I'm going to miss you. Give Denny my love and tell him not to drink all that beer at one sitting!"
"I'll miss you, too. Have a fire going when I get home tonight. I'll need it after six hours on the road today."
"And a glass of wine or two?" Ron smiled and raised an eyebrow with the question.
"At least two glasses!" I finished pulling on my gloves and circled around the kitchen table to whisper in Ron's ear, "and you know how I get after two glasses of wine!"
His hand crept up my leg and under my skirt as we kissed. His fingers pressed against my warm mons -- they felt strong and exciting through my panties and pantyhose.
I pulled myself away with great reluctance, "Oh, my! What you do to me! You better not be too tired tonight! I've been super-horny for over a week and you haven't been able to stay awake! It's been a long time!"
Ron affectionately smacked my buns, "Tax season, Rocky. You know what that's like! Don't worry, Baby, I'll be plenty awake tonight -- even if it *IS* tax season."
With a final wave, I made my way outside into the crisp, cold air. I got into the "Z," all gassed up and loaded down with goodies for Denny, and headed down the road. The car warmed up quickly so I stopped before I entered the Interstate and removed my jacket and gloves, making for an even more comfortable drive.
There's something so relaxing about speeding along an Interstate. I was in our new 300ZX, the road was dry, traffic light. It was the perfect drive to just let the mind wander."
With one last glance at my legs, then my breasts, and a smile right at me, Officer Boyd moved away from my window.
"Sure. Just drive careful, now."
Back on the road with just a warning.
YES!
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I didn't hit any snow until I was only about a half hour outside of Philly; but, when I did hit it, it was one hell of a storm. I was too close to Denny's and too far from home to turn back, but it took me well over an hour to get to the campus. The "Z" was slipping and sliding, and I did two thrilling "one-eighties" on the very slick streets.
I exhaled with relief as I crept onto a campus parking lot near Denny's apartment and turned the ignition off. Here at last, and safe. The last hour had been a real bitch!
I stepped out of the car and into at least four inches of icy, wet, cold snow. Counting my shoes as ruined, I grabbed my purse, gloves, and jacket and ran, sliding and slipping my way to the front entrance of Denny's high-rise dormitory. I grabbed the house phone on the wall and dialed Denny's number.
"Yeah?"
"Is Denny there?"
"Yeah, hold on." Whoever answered, dropped the phone on something hard, and it clattered in my ear. Then I heard in the background, "Hey, butt-face, there's a cunt on the phone for you."
"Who is it, asshole?" It was Denny's voice.
"How the fuck should I know? You're the big pussy-hound."
"Fuck off!" Then into the phone, "Hello?"
"Denny!"
"Mom!? Uh... Where are you?"
"I'm downstairs. I need you to get me past the security desk."
"Oh, sure. I called Ron to tell him about the weather and to tell you guys to stay home."
"Denny, can we talk about this up in your apartment? I'm wet and freezing my buns off out here."
"Oh! Sure, mom. Sorry. I'll be right down."
"Bring some strong backs, Dear, the car's loaded with stuff."
I stepped inside the double doors and waited for Denny to come down on the elevator and sign me in. The college made sure their residences were secure, and since the campus wasn't in the best neighborhood, I didn't mind the inconvenience if it helped keep the students (including my baby) safer.
The dorm I was standing in was one of four high-rise apartment buildings. Denny had lived on campus all four years; but, this year, his accommodations were in the most coveted dorms, reserved for jocks and lucky upperclassmen. Denny's apartment had a large living room-dining room combination, a kitchen, three bedrooms, and two baths. He had three roommates -- Brian was another senior, and Steve and Tom bunked together and were juniors. They were all in the same fraternity together and seemed to get along well.
The elevator opened, and Denny and two boys I didn't recognize got off. He signed me in at the desk, and when I passed through the gate, I was finally able to hug my little boy. "Hi, Baby. How are you?"
"Great, Mom. I can't believe you got here through this stuff -- especially in the `Z.'"
"Well, it wasn't easy. Honey, can I go up to your apartment and get a pair of dry socks on? My feet are freezing! Here are the keys. The car is about 20 spaces over to the left and 2 or 3 rows back. Make sure it's locked."
"No problem, Mom. We're right behind you."
And they were. By the time I caught the next elevator and got my bearings, I had just knocked and was getting the apartment door opened when the three of them came banging and thudding off the elevator and down the hall.
It was just after noon on a Saturday, but it looked like Denny and his roommates had a small party going, already. There was a basketball game on the TV, but the volume was turned down so as not to interfere with the stereo, blasting music I didn't recognize. But the real entertainment was the snow. With the curtains drawn back, the view from the fifteenth floor was spectacular -- it was snowing and blowing, and you could barely see the ground.
I followed Denny into his bedroom, and he handed me two mismatched white socks -- after smelling them! As we talked, I reached up under my skirt and wiggled my wet pantyhose off my hips and peeled them down my legs. The dry socks felt warm and wonderful.
Denny and his friends were happy to see two cases of Sam Adams beer and a couple bottles of wine disappear into the refrigerator. From the kitchen, I called Ron to tell him I was safe, then I asked if anyone was hungry. When I got all affirmative responses, I opened the contents of a Tupperware container I'd brought into a pot and turned on the oven.
"I brought it all, guys -- spaghetti, meatballs, and homemade bread. Ready in about a half-hour," I announced.
The smells of home cooking must have permeated the halls, because kids kept arriving, and soon I figured I better put on a second pot of sauce and more pasta. As the crowd got bigger and bigger, I was trapped in the kitchen, serving plates of food and slicing the bread. Denny's friend, Brian, fought his way through the crowd, handed me my second glass of wine, and began to help me with the starving herd.
The stereo was blasting, and people were talking, and it was fun to be a part of it. Brian stayed to help me with the dishes, and we talked about music and school, and the snow. My third glass of wine was history, and I knew I was buzzed as I accepted my fourth. I was giddy, and my skin felt super-sensitive as Brian inadvertently brushed against my hip or breast as we worked together.
I pushed my way through the crowd, holding Denny's birthday cake with the lit candles on it. I could feel Brian's hands holding my hips as I bent over to place the cake on a low coffee table in front of the birthday-boy. Brian and I made our way back into the kitchen and opened another bottle of wine as the cake disappeared in the living room.
The afternoon passed into evening, and we sat and talked and played drinking games and looked out the window at the snowstorm. Occasionally, Brian would ask me to dance, and as he pressed me close, I could feel his hardness between us. We ran out of wine, but, by then, I was too drunk to care, and switched to beer. When I finally noticed how tired and blitzed I was, almost everyone had moved on to another party somewhere, and the apartment was empty and looked like what Times Square on New Year's morning must look like.
Still sober enough to realize that I hadn't expected to spend the night and had no other clothes, I asked Denny if I could borrow a large t-shirt or sweatshirt.
"Sure, Mom. Second drawer down. Take your pick."
I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth with my finger, then went into Denny's room. I carefully took off my skirt and blouse and hung them on hangers. I debated leaving my bra on, but decided on comfort over modesty -- it always feels so damn good to take it off.
I picked out what looked like Denny's cleanest sweatshirt, and dropped it over my hands and head. I stood there in Denny's old sweatshirt, tugging it down over my hips and checking how short it was on me -- it barely came down to my crotch, and I could see a tiny sliver of my white panties between my thighs in his mirror. I was just shrugging and figuring I was only going to sleep in it anyway, when there was a light knock, and the door opened. It was Brian.
"Hi, Rocky. I was just wondering if there was anything you needed that I could provide for you."
I couldn't remember exactly when we had moved from "Mrs. Chase" to "Rocky," but I let it slide. I stood very still. I figured with that short sweatshirt on, if I moved at all, he'd see even more of me exposed.
He was leaning against the door jamb, smiling. He was bare-chested and was wearing only blue, silky-looking pajama bottoms. His shoulders were broad, his chest was smooth and hairless, and his stomach was rippled and hard-looking. Quite a package.
"Where's Denny?"
"He passed out on the sofa. Dead to the world. It's just the two of us left. Well?"
"`Well' what, Brian?"
"Is there something you need?"
There was no doubt in my mind that he was hitting on me. I guess all those brushes against my buns and breasts and the slow dancing weren't inadvertent, after all. I was old enough to be his mother and I was his best friend's mom! He was supremely confident in his masculinity and appeal, but I didn't know how I would ever be able to look him or Denny in the eyes the next morning if I accepted his blatant offer.
"No, thanks, Brian, there's nothing I need."
"How about want? Is there anything you want, Rocky?"
"No, Brian. There's nothing I want. Now, goodnight, Dear, and thanks for the offer."
He smiled and shrugged, "Okay. Goodnight, Rocky. See you in the morning."
Don't ask me why, but as I laid in bed, I couldn't sleep. The long drive, the snow, the pasta, all the booze -- instead of knocking me out as soon as my head hit the pillow, I was antsy and restless and wide awake. Maybe trying to sleep in Denny's lumpy mattress on the floor had something to do with it. Maybe being horny and feeling more than a little tingly had something to do with it, too.
A little while later, as I laid there, I heard the apartment door open and close, and then noise in the next bedroom. It was just what I needed in my already-aroused state! Through the thin wall, next to my bed, I heard a couple getting it on, loudly. They were humping away, and she was a real moaner. It seemed to go on and on, and I felt myself sweating as I listened. My panties grew warm and wet as I placed my ear against the wall, secretly listening to their climax. Then they were through, and I was left alone and hanging!
I must have drifted off into a light sleep after that, because I awoke to the sound of the toilet flushing and, next, the bedroom door opening.Assuming it was Brian making another attack on my virtue, I feigned sleep, staying still and quiet, facing the wall away from the door. The door closed, and I listened to someone undress and then collapse onto the mattress.
It was Denny, and he was immediately asleep. In his drunken state, he must have forgotten about me and reflexively returned to his bed after going to the bathroom. I rearranged the covers over the both of us. There was nowhere else in the apartment for me to sleep (except maybe Brian's bed!), and there was no way I was going to wake Denny to get him to move, so I told myself I would be out of bed long before he woke up, rolled over, and tried to get back to sleep.
Before I could drift off, Denny moved closer to me in the narrow bed, and I felt the lump of an erection pressed against my back. Then he rolled over onto his back. There was enough light in the room from the small reading light on Denny's desk. Tempted beyond behaving, I rolled over and, giggling to myself, lifted the covers.
My God! Denny's boxers were tented up and straining against what had to be the largest penis I had ever seen. My son! Feeling like a naughty girl, I folded back the covers. His erection was standing straight up, and the material in his shorts had to be near its tolerance for ripping. At first hesitating, and then giving in totally to the urge, I reached to the slit opening in his shorts. I just had to see!
Denny's penis exploded through the opening, standing even taller. Not only was his penis long, it was almost as thick as my wrist. The head was deep pink, shiny, and huge. I had never seen another cock like that in my life. I snickered, thinking back to all the times I had given my little baby a bath, never dreaming he would grow something like this.
The cooler air must have gotten to Denny, because he pulled on the covers and began to roll over. I scrambled back into the blankets, still thinking in wonder about the prodigious penis on my son.
Denny moved again, and we were arranged like two spoons -- his front to my back. His erection was still there, and no longer hidden in his shorts, I could feel its warmth pressed against me.
Telling myself I was readjusting my position to get more comfortable, I squirmed and wiggled, and when I stopped, my son's huge, hard penis was pressed between my thighs.
I was getting very wet. I'd had a sex-buzz all day, from the state trooper fantasy to Brian's not-so-subtle feels, his blatant offer, the wine, and the couple in the next bedroom -- Goddammit! I was horny!
I was playing a game with myself. I was as curious as I was horny. As I moved away from Denny to slide my panties down my legs, I knew I was going to blame whatever happened on the wine.
When I moved back into position, I let the cock press between my thighs, again. Another slight movement, and it was at my wet slit! I could feel its heat and hardness in my wetness, touching, but not yet penetrating me. I was gasping for breath with excitement.
I lifted my right leg, opening myself. I pressed my hips back, and the cockhead began to enter me. I was so near cumming! A little more, and I can feel the huge knob slip all the way into me.
Denny was still asleep, but his reflexes took over for him. His arm fell across my shoulder and breasts. His hips thrust at me forcefully, ramming more of that superprick deeper into my pussy. He began to hump me. My son was fucking me in his sleep, and I was loving it!
My climax began with an explosion and took off from there. Denny humped me a few more times, and then he came inside me with a grunt. After just a few more soft thrusts, he rolled over and began to snore, again.
Finally, I fell asleep.
I was far away. I wasn't sure where I was, and the weather was confusing. It was snowing, but the sky was a bright blue, and I wasn't cold. I was laying on my back, on the trunk of a Pennsylvania State Police car. I couldn't see the markings, but I knew it was a State Police car. The lights were flashing. I was naked and spread open.
There was something or someone between my spread legs, and I was aroused. I looked down my body and saw the brown "Smokey" police hat jerking at my crotch, and I knew it was Officer Boyd wearing his hat as he ate my pussy!
I wasn't going to get a ticket! I put my head back on the trunk and watched the snow fall from the blue sky as I concentrate on what he's doing to me. His strong tongue penetrates me, and then his mouth moves to my clit and gently sucks it between his lips and teeth. I was quickly nearing an orgasm and was anxious to surrender to it.
Officer Boyd stopped eating me and moved up my body. I whimpered when his mouth left my pussy. The hat still hid his face as he lowered his mouth to my nipple. I missed his mouth on my pussy. His hips pushed forward, and I felt his penis seeking my cunt. I moved to help it, and I gasped as its head found my wet slit.
Officer Boyd grunted. Then he grunted again as he thrust his cock between my labia and deep into my pussy.
It was good. It was very, very good. Officer Boyd felt so big, so filling. In and out, his cock pounded into my greedy pussy. Each plunge crashed my ass cheeks into the trunk of the car, but the trunk was soft and comfortable.
"Make me come, Officer Boyd! Make me come!" I begged.
"Who's 'Officer Boyd?'"
My eyes popped open. It was Denny! His face looked up at me from under the covers. I must have been dreaming the setting, but the sex was real! My son was fucking me!
"Denny! Stop! Get off me!"
"Come on, mom. You didn't want me to stop last night."
"Ohhh..." His cock was still pistoning in and out of me, and like last night, I knew I had never felt a monster-cock like his before! "Please, stop, Dear. It's not right. We can't do this."
"Mom, please don't make me stop, now. Please." Denny was pumping faster and faster. He was going to cum inside me.
I reached to his face and held it between my hands. "Alright, Dear. You can finish."
But he wasn't the only one nearing a finish. Involuntarily, I felt my hips rising to meet his thrusts, my arms moved around his neck, my legs wrapped around his waist, and I felt him slip even deeper inside me, if that was possible.
I was cumming! I was cumming, and I didn't know if I would live through it! The pleasure was going to kill me! I had never, never felt an orgasm like that!
I bit into my son's tender shoulder to keep from screaming, and as I did, I tasted his blood in my mouth and his semen in my cunt.
I passed out.
I opened my eyes. The dark room was spinning, and I was having trouble taking deep breaths.
Denny was sitting on the mattress, smiling down at me, pressing one warm washcloth to my forehead and another to his shoulder.
"Wow!" he said.
I reached to touch his hand, "Yeah, wow. This was never supposed to happen, you know."
He nodded.
"I'm sorry I let it happen, Dear. It was wrong, and I shouldn't have done this to you."
"Are you kidding? I wanted it to happen, mom. I've *ALWAYS* wanted to do what we've just done -- for as long as I can remember."
I was touched and felt a tear form in each eye. "But a boy's teenage fantasy is just a fantasy, Denny. Normal mothers and sons don't do this. I'm scared I've harmed you."
"I'm not harmed. I've never felt happier in my life. Is that a harm? Will you get pregnant?" <I shook my head no.> "Well there's no harm there, either. Mom, I love you, and I want to do what we've done over and over and over again."
"No, Denny, we can never let this happen again. Never."
"But, mom-"
I placed my finger to his lips and shook my head. It must never happen again.
Who did I think I was kidding? I called Ron and told him the roads wouldn't be clear of the snow for another day. That day and the next, Denny and I rutted together like two dogs in heat. Denny told his roommates that I had caught a cold and was staying in bed. I was staying in bed, alright -- wrapped around my son's hard body with his even-harder prick shoved up my cunt to the hilt. I'm sure his roommates were curious (and maybe Brian even had an idea what was going on), but neither of us cared.
We fucked on that mattress until neither of us could fuck anymore, then we would nap and start all over again. I sucked his big, beautiful cock until my jaw was sore. He sucked my tits and licked my cunt until his mouth was tired. And, always, that monster cock was there -- ready, again and again.
This old lady wasn't used to fucking a young stud, but I was more than willing to adjust.
When I finally dressed to leave, I couldn't go without one more mouthful of Denny's cum. I dropped to the floor, took his dick out of his pants, and blew him until he came yet again.
On the long drive home, I thought about what had happened. I didn't know *WHY* it had happened, it just did. I thought I'd be all twisted up with guilt, but I wasn't. I felt such a deep and intense passion for Denny, I couldn't believe it. My only twinge of guilt was for Ron.
That twinge didn't slow me down. Instead of going to the islands with his Frat brothers over Spring Break, Denny came home, and the two of us spent every second that Ron was out of the house fucking and sucking each other into exhaustion.
Denny graduated in May and wasn't leaving for Grad school until September.All summer, I urged him to go out with his friends and to date girls his own age. Of course, when he did date, I was terribly jealous -- until the next morning, after Ron left for the office, Denny would crawl into bed with me, and we would go off to our own little world of sex.
Denny left Labor Day weekend, and I missed him terribly.
Now, the Monday after Thanksgiving, after seeing Denny off at the airport, I'm thrilled that the turkey wasn't the only thing that got stuffed this weekend! | 3 |
885 | Stacy & Steve | "He's here!" my mom called from the porch. Dad and I raced down the stairs to see my brother, Steve, who was coming home from college for Christmas break.
He stepped out of the cab, and I could not believe my eyes. He had changed so much in the past year! He left a scrawny high school senior and was now back a college man. And I do mean man. He grew at least 4 inches and now stood at 6'2". Like all of us, he had dark hair and eyes, and I'm sure that my handsome brother broke many hearts on that college campus.
I had changed a lot too in the year. When Steve left, I was 16 and still the most underdeveloped girl in school. I was skinny, had no form, and braces. But a few months ago, my braces came off, and I have developed into the most popular girl in school.
As we all went into the house, I pulled Steve to the side to give him a hug. I felt my body press against his, and I felt a little stirring in my stomach, but I brushed it aside. This was my brother, I told myself, not my lover. He held me out at arm's length and slowly looked me up and down...and back up again, taking in my long legs, slim waist, and ample chest. "Wow, Stace, you've really changed!" As he said that, I noticed that his eyes lingered on my breasts.
"You too, Steve. So how's college?"
"It's cool. No big thing."
"I'm glad you're home," I said shyly.
He leaned over and gave me a quick kiss, which I expected to be on the cheek, but it lightly brushed my lips. He gave me a sly smile. "Yeah, me too."
The next day, our parents were out visiting friends. Steve had a project to finish, and he begged me to leave him alone. I couldn't. I was bored. My friends were all in Vermont, on a trip on which I was not allowed to go. So I had to bother Steve. I sat in the chair near the desk in the den, watching him work. Whenever he was concentrating, he chewed the side of his lip and pinched his chin.
It was so cute!
He was getting annoyed with me and I knew it. "Do you have to stare at me? Go play!" he yelled.
"Sorry! I'm bored, what else do you expect me to do? Come on, Stevie, play with me!" I snatched up one of his papers and ran. He chased after me, and when he caught me, he grabbed me by the waist and fell on top of me. I was on the couch, smushed underneath his huge body, with his arms wrapped around me.
And he didn't get up either. We laid there for a while, catching our breath. Steve tried to free his hand so he could get up, and he accidentally grazed my breast, flicking my nipple. I got a weird sensation from this, and I felt something growing up against my rear. But that sensation went away when Steve cleared his throat and got up, leaving me there pondering my feelings for my brother.
A few days later, I was just getting up, and I always take a shower before I go downstairs. I don't know if I was groggy, deaf, or wanted it in my subconscious, but I entered the bathroom while Steve was in the shower. This would have been no big deal, but I came in while he was getting out, and I got a full view of Steve's assets, and boy were there assets! His chest was covered with black hair, but the ripples in his stomach were still visible. My brother didn't even work out! But below the belt was the most amazing thing. His cock was semi-hard (who knows what he was thinking about in the shower) and had to be at least seven inches at that state. What a sight!
I had to hide my embarrassment (and amazement) by blushing, muttering a quick "I'm sorry" and exiting stage left--fast. I ran to my room, closed the door, and thought about what I saw, and what I felt. When I saw Steve step out of that shower, I felt a feeling that I have never felt. My pulse quickened, and I really didn't want to leave. I was extremely aroused. Steve didn't say anything to me about it. I thought that he would come into my room and yell for barging in, but he did nothing. I guess he was a little embarrassed too.
Steve was still working on that damn project, and I was determined to draw him away from it. My first tactic (aka snatching the paper) was useless, so it was on to plan B. Get Steve's attention sexually. I was NOT trying to commit incest with my brother. An attractive woman in sexy clothes can get any man's attention, and that's all I wanted. ATTENTION. I was bored.
I dressed in a bra and panties set that I was keeping for my friend. Her parents would kill her if they found it. It had a garter and hose and the whole nine yards. I was going to put on heels also, but that was a bit much. The set was a deep blue (Steve's favorite color) and it complimented my teenage body very well. I was not going to walk around the house stark naked, so I put on a silky kimono that my mother brought back from Japan.
I sat on the couch and watched Steve from afar. He really was a sexy specimen. His dark hair was flopped over as he buried his head in his hand, frustrated. Now was my chance. I slipped up from behind, placing my small, delicate fingers on his shoulders. I could feel how tight they were. His head popped up, startled. He didn't turn around.
"You need to relax." I started massaging his shoulders. I traced from his neck to his arm and back. He didn't say a word, but I could tell he was enjoying it. This continued for five minutes, when he swiveled his chair around.
"What the hell do you have on, Stace? Why the kimono?"
I smiled seductively and tilted my head. "I'm trying to get you to pay attention to me. Maybe this will help." I slowly untied the kimono and it opened slightly to give him a hint of what was under there. "Are you paying attention?" His eyes lingered on the robe. I knew he was.
I slipped the robe off of my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. He could now see my entire body. His eyes traced it too. He started at my face, avoiding my eyes, to my neck. He seemed to zoom in on my breasts. The lace delicately complemented them, and I was so hot that my nipples were fully erect, so I'm sure he could see them too. He then studied my flat stomach and the panties I was wearing. The push of my pubic hair against the fabric was visible. Some was actually curling around the edges of the panties, and was very sexy. He finally took in my legs, tinted blue by the stockings, but still long and slender and sensuous. I stared at Steve while he stared at me. His sweat was becoming more and more tented as his eyes got lower and lower. By the time he reached my ankles, he was really hard.
At this point, I did not care that Steve was my brother. He was so damn sexy, and I was so aroused that it didn't matter. I moved closer to him and pulled him up out of his chair. He was much taller, so I had to look up. I pulled up his sweatshirt, and ran my fingers over his stomach. His skin was warm, but it burned at my touch because of what we were doing. He slid one of the bra straps off of my shoulder, revealing a bit more of my breasts. I tilted my head back and he leaned over to kiss my neck. I was in.....
"Beep!" The computer broke the spell. Steve pulled his shirt down and walked over to the computer. "What the hell are you doing Stace? Put some damn clothes on. I'm your brother!" He sat down and began typing again. I was pissed. How dare he? He was into it just like I was. I ran up to my room, flopped on my bed, and sulked for the rest of the day.
Somehow I had to have Steve. I knew this, and I was determined to do it. I knew that he wanted me as much as I wanted him, but he just couldn't face it. If it wasn't for that damn computer..... I decided to write him a note. I left it on his night table where he was sure to see it. It said:
Dear Steve, I'm sorry for being so forward today, but I had to bring to your attention what you and I both want. Each other. If it wasn't for the computer, we both would be happy and satisfied. I love you so much, and what better way to show love? Please, I'm begging you. I want you so bad. Please. I'll be awake tonight, all night, thinking of you, so if you change your mind, drop by. I'll still be wearing the lingerie. I know you liked it.
Love, Stacy
Just like I thought, Steve came by. It was about 2:30 A.M. when I heard the knock at my door. He was wearing boxers and a white T-shirt, and in the dark, he still looked absolutely gorgeous. He closed the door quietly (our parents' room is right next door) and stood there.
"Look, Stacy, what has gotten into you? What's that note all about?"
"You know what it's about, or you wouldn't be here." I walked over to him in the bra and panties and trapped him against the door. "Yeah, you want me....or you wouldn't be here."
"Stace, look....you're very beautiful." He looked me up and down quickly. "VERY beautiful......but, uh, I'm your brother, and......He stopped because he felt a hand against his crotch. I began slowly stroking him through the fabric, and I could feel him rising. "You may not want me, but something does."
"Oh, Stace..." I slipped my arms around his neck and hugged him close, and he returned it. I whispered in his ear, "I knew you wanted me." I took his hand and led him to the bed. He turned me so that I was facing the bed, my back toward him, and stood there. Then I felt a hand at my back as he unhooked my bra. My firm, young breasts sprang free, and my nipples were erect. He reached around from behind and gave them a little pinch. I shivered. I turned back around and pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his oh-so-muscular chest. I pulled down his silk boxers, and his cock bounced out. It had to be nine inches at the least.
The head was glistening with pre-cum. I realized that I hadn't kissed Steve, so I looked up and searched for his mouth in the dark. I found it. He slipped his tongue through my lips, probing my mouth with it. I returned the favor, twirling my tongue around his and sucking on it.
Steve pulled away after a while and laid me back on my bed. He slowly unfastened the garters and removed my panties. He moved up and kissed me for a moment, then kissed my neck, my shoulders, and my breasts, where he stayed for a while. He gently bit one nipple as he played with the other, and sucked both of them like he did our mother's 18 years ago. He was definitely a breast man. He moved down to my stomach, tracing my middle with his tongue. When he reached my pussy, he lightly blew on my mound so that it tickled. I giggled. He spread my lips, and I helped by spreading my legs wider. He lightly brushed my clitoris with his thumb, sending sensations up and down my spine. His index finger found its way to my hole and slowly moved in and out. I moaned with delight. Steve decided to replace his hand with his mouth. His hot breath against my cunt was a sign of things to come. He flicked my clitoris with his tongue, and then led a trail to my hole, soaking up my juices. I was enjoying every minute of it. His tongue darted in and out of my vagina, licking my insides clean. I grabbed his head and pushed him in deeper, and as my passions grew, I began bucking my hips off the bed, grinding my pussy into his face.
"Oh, Steve!" I yelled as quietly as I could, if that's possible. "Oh, God, I'm cumming! Oh!" My orgasm swept over me like a wildfire. It started in the depths of me and slowly spread to the point of ecstasy. Every touch after that moment sent me deeper, and Steve knew it, because he kept busy, slurping up all of the effects of my climax.
When he was done, he climbed in the bed and laid next to me. I turned him on his back and mounted him, my cunt pushing against his hard cock. He leaned up and kissed me, and I could taste all of my juices that he just lapped up from my pussy. I pulled away and worked my way down to that huge cock of his. It was so hard that it pointed straight up, and it was still getting harder by the minute, jerking as soon as I got near. A droplet of pre-cum escaped from Steve's urethra, and I quickly snapped it up with my tongue. I then moved to his thighs, kissing and nibbling at them, not at all neglecting his balls. I juggled one in my mouth as I played with the other, urged on by Steve's groans.
I finally went back to his manhood. I gripped his cock at the base, my small fist not even fitting around it. My mouth watered for the taste of his rod. I slowly devoured it, taking it in inch by inch until about half of it was in, the head pushing at the back of my throat. His thick cock, stretching my lips to the limits, throbbed and pulsated in my hot mouth. I let it out, releasing it just as slowly, until just the head remained between my lips. I then took his cock in and out very fast, my hand jerking him off in the process. He grabbed my head exactly as I had done, and forced my mouth down on his cock harder. More and more cum was running out, and finally Steve came, sending a stream of his sweet, salty cum down my throat.
I laid down next to Steve again, resting my head on his chest. "Do you think what we just did was really that bad, Steve?" He shook his head. "Who cares, anyway? It was good!" He rolled on top of me, pinning my arms above my head, and planted a sloppy wet kiss on my lips. I could feel his organ growing again against my thigh. My pussy was twitching, and I knew that I wanted him in me.
"Alright, Steve," I said between kisses, "fuck me!" He obliged. I spread my legs and raised my knees to my chest so he would have easy access to my pussy.
He draped my legs over his shoulders so he could have it even easier. I felt the head of his cock at the entrance to my velvety soft vagina, stretching my hole around his thickness. He pushed on and on until I felt his balls against my ass.
Then I said, "Come on, big brother, fuck my brains out." Again, he obliged. I felt him pull all the way out and then jam it in all the way to the hilt, and I cried out with joy.
Steve thought I was hurt. "You okay?" I responded by bucking my hips off the bed and pushing his cock in further. He took this as a yes and began fucking me faster and harder. We developed a rhythm quickly, and Steve was ready to cum in minutes. I wouldn't let him, so we held still until the feeling passed. I turned him over so I could ride him. He laid back on the bed, smiling, and grabbed two handfuls of my ripe breasts. I placed my hand on his chest and began moving my hips up and down, lowering my wet pussy on his throbbing cock. He was ready to cum again, and again I wouldn't let him. I knew that when he finally came, it would be a great one. I continued to ride Steve until I was ready to cum.
"Steve, I'm cumming! Ohhhhhhh!" He rubbed my clitoris, and my orgasm rippled around his cock. This was his signal, and like I said, his orgasm was huge.
"Oh, God, Stace! Uhhhhhhhhhh!" His cum scalded my insides for a full minute! I laid there on his chest after we experienced our orgasms, his cock still buried in me. It was the greatest feeling in the world, having my dear brother's fresh cum lining the insides of my pussy. It doesn't get any better than this. | 4 |
903 | Love Fuck | "This is perverted." Kristen thought to herself as she crept down the hallway, moving closer to the soft moans coming from the guest bedroom. It was almost three in the morning, and Kristen, clad in her flimsy powder blue nightie kept fighting the urge to peek. Images of being caught peeking flashed into her mind, the outrage of her friends, the embarrassment of it. But other images flashed too. Of passionate, wriggling bodies, of glistening skin, a hard cock, swaying testicles, sensual legs spread wide and spasming. Kristen quietly opened the bathroom door, the one that connected into the spare room. Just as she had hoped, the door to the bedroom was open. In the darkness, she crept silently forward, until she could see the bed, and the writhing bodies upon it.
The soft creak of the bed could be heard now, and in the dim light of the room she could see Jerry kneeling behind his girlfriend, Janet, who was also Kristen's friend. Jerry had a handful of Janet's hair, from behind, and his body was pressed firmly to hers. Her head was arched back and her luscious ass was arched up against her man. The dimness of the light reduced the image to black and white, Janet's ass looking smooth, round, and unblemished. The covers were a heaped mess on the floor at the foot of the bed, and Janet was threatening to shred the sheets with her grip. Kristen felt a knot in her stomach, one that twisted all the way down between her legs.
Jerry moved in slow, even strokes, arching his back and thrusting into Janet with a long, even movement. Each thrust brought a primal growl from deep inside Kristen's friend, and her hips move back instinctively, forcing Jerry's shaft deep inside her.
"God! You're so fuckin' tight!" Jerry whispered, his words carrying easily to Kristen's ears in the nearby bathroom. Janet half moaned, half sighed her response. Janet pushed her upper body up on her hands, her full breasts swaying underneath her.
"Fuck me hard. Pump me hard and fast. Cum in me."
Kristen's nipples were already hard, excited by what she'd seen and heard so far. Now they ached to be touched and Kristen's right hand found her nipple, teasing it. She watched as Jerry began thrusting faster into Janet, their bodies making an audible "smack", Janet's breasts bouncing, and the flesh of her ass rippling. Kristen felt her panties clinging to her crotch, moistened with her own juices.
"Yes! Fuck my ass. Pump your cum in my asshole stud."
Kristen heard the words and let out a deep sigh, a sigh of lustful arousal. Her left hand replaced her right on her nipples, and her right hand slid under her panties and between her legs. Kristen knew she was wet, and she slipped one finger deep into herself, rubbing her clit frantically.
The two bodies undulated and writhed about, glistening even in the darkness of the room. Janet's long dark hair flailed about as her body heaved and bucked to Jerry's rhythm. It wasn't long before Jerry groaned and began thrusting hard against Janet, trying to drive his cock and maybe even his balls inside her. Their groans filled the air for a few long moments, and then fell silent.
In the sudden silence Kristen stopped cold. Her own heavy breathing was covered by theirs, as was the wet, squishing sounds her fingers had been making in her pussy. She slowly caressed herself and watched the two lovers lay on the bed, him on top of her from behind, both kissing and floating along together. Kristen finally realized the show was over and she crept back to her bed, still excited by what she'd witnessed. Her own sleep came only after fantasizing about feeling Jerry coming in her ass, not Janet's.
The next morning Janet was in the kitchen first, having made coffee and preparing to make breakfast for the three of them. Kristen shuffled in wearing her light robe, shaking out her long golden hair.
"Well! Good morning!" Janet said cheerfully, handing over a hot cup.
"'Morning." Kristen said blearily. "Thanks."
"Well, you look dreadful. At least I have an excuse," Janet joked.
"Ummm. I know," Kristen said automatically, then regretted it.
"Oh. I'm sorry, did we wake you?" Janet asked.
"Yeah, it's okay though," Kristen said. "It's better than David Letterman."
Janet laughed. "ANYTHING is better than David Letterman. Especially a..." Her voice trailed off.
"A good ass fucking?" Kristen asked. "Oh, shit. I shouldn't have said that." She argued, "I'm cranky before my first cup."
Janet had blushed, even through her early summer tan. "Well, Jerry does have the right equipment for that," she giggled.
Kristen smiled. "I've gotta take a shower," she said, walking down the hallway.
Before entering the shower, Kristen surveyed herself in the mirror. What she saw pleased her mostly. Fair skin but with a few too many freckles (never mind that her boyfriends told her they were sexy), a pair of slightly bloodshot blue eyes, even though there were some circles forming under them, a very attractive face, but her nose was too big she thought, but no one ever complained. Her best features, the ones she knew would always get the guys to look still pleased her. Her hair was straight, and long, stopping just below her waist, like a golden-blonde waterfall. And her eyebrows, which matched her hair exactly. Many men had asked her if her "other" hair was so perfectly matched. If he was that bold, she invited him to see for himself that it was.
Her breasts weren't as large as she wanted, but they were well proportioned to her body. Her waist was slender still, and she was trim, but she always criticized any flab on her butt or thighs, even though most men would have killed to kiss her naked form. At five foot seven, she was leggy, but still nicely put together.
Kristen stepped into the shower and soaped up, thinking of Janet and Jerry's performance earlier. She didn't masturbate, she never could in the shower, but she did feel much better after she'd cleaned up and put on what little makeup she usually wore. She brushed out her long hair, still wet, and used the blow dryer for about ten minutes. It was still damp when she stopped to answer the knock on the bathroom door.
Jerry stood in the hallway wearing jogging shorts and trying to keep an erection down. Kristen wore her robe but was obviously naked underneath. Kristen smiled and let Jerry into the bathroom, while she returned to the kitchen and the smell of bacon and eggs.
Janet's t-shirt was outside of her shorts now, something Kristen noticed quickly. "I see Jerry's said good morning to you," she said. Janet glanced down at her top, then looked over at Kristen, grinning. "Yeah. The animal!" She added with a wink.
They ate breakfast when Jerry returned, and afterwards, Janet braided Kristen's long blonde hair. She took her shower with Jerry, and Kristen tried to ignore the sounds of splashing fun the bathroom.
Janet and Jerry went out to visit the casinos on the North Shore of Lake Tahoe, while Kristen contented herself with sunning on the deck and reading a new book by her favorite writer. This vacation started out wrong, with Mike cancelling out at the last minute, leaving Kristen feeling alone, and like a party crasher. But then, she didn't gamble and besides, she wasn't old enough anyway. Kristen worked on her tan, hoping that her freckles would blend into a semblance of a tan at least.
It was pretty and quiet in the mountains, but still warm. Kristen only stayed in the sun for a short while before moving into the shade. She read for about an hour and a half, then dozed off.
Kristen awoke, stretching like a cat, and then stood up. The light coating of sun-screen still glistened on her skin and felt slippery since she'd perspired during her nap. She picked up her towel and turned to enter the rented cabin when she saw Janet and Jerry inside.
Kristen watched through the large glass doors, her eyes wide, blinking in amazement or sleepiness. Janet lay on her back on the sofa, her ass at the edge of the cushions. She was naked with her legs high in the air, and Jerry was crouching between her legs, rolling his face around in her cunt. Janet was shaking and rocking her hips, obviously enjoying his tongue. Kristen wondered what to do as she watched. Somehow they'd come back while she'd dozed off, and hadn't seen her on the deck. Jerry made Janet come in a gasping orgasm which made Kristen very wet, and she wanted to finger her pussy, but she didn't dare. She didn't want them to catch her masturbating while she watched them.The two lovers swapped places, and now Janet was sucking on Jerry's cock. In the daylight Kristen could see that Jerry's cock was just about right for fucking, in any hole. Not too big, not too short, just nice. Janet sucked him with practiced expertise. Janet's body was smooth and evenly tan, except for the small light areas that showed the tiny suit she normally wore. Kristen felt her feet moving, and she felt as though someone else was controlling them.
As she moved, it came to her that she was going to walk in on them, and she prepared an 'excuse'. If they objected or were embarrassed, she would simply go to her room, then shower off from her sunbathing. If they didn't object then...well, she'd see.
Kristen took a deep breath and opened the door, walking in and closing it carelessly behind her. Just as she entered, Janet looked up, and Jerry began to shoot. Both young women locked eyes for a moment, then Kristen's were drawn to the thick white cum spurting against Janet's neck and tits. Janet looked down, paused, then gulped down Jerry's spurting cock, making him cry out with loud 'ahhh's'.
Kristen decided to go to her room, as if she'd interrupted completely by accident. As she walked she could feel the slipperiness of her own pussy and the stiffness of her nipples.
'Nice timing!' Janet said loudly as Kristen turned the corner. She stopped and turned back, looking back at Janet, her tits glistening wetly. 'Sor-reee!' Kristen said, grinning. 'I thought you guys were going out all day.'
Janet stood and walked closer, her sperm-splotched breasts wobbling as she walked. Kristen couldn't take her eyes off the cum that dribbled down between them, or the cum that clung to one of her dark nipples.
'Surrre.' Janet said softly. 'Come with me, I have something to show you.'
Kristen followed Janet into the bedroom and Janet opened a small paper bag. From the bag she pulled a thick vibrating dildo, covered in a soft, flesh-like latex. 'Watch this,' she said, then switched it on. The head vibrated and as she worked the controls, the upper third began to twirl or rotate and piston in and out. Kristen's eyes got big.
'Where did you get THAT!?' Kristen laughed.
'At a little novelty store in town,' Janet giggled. 'And this too!' She handed Kristen the vibrator and Kristen felt it buzzing, twisting and thrusting in her hands. It sent an erotic feeling deep inside her pussy. Janet pulled another item from the bag. This dildo looked like a 'Y', with two cocks joined at the base. Kristen knew how this was meant to be used.
'Look at this though!' Janet said, connected a rubber ball and tube to the dildo. She set it humming and the tips of both heads blurred, then she squeezed the ball. Water jetted out of both tips, squirting several feet. Kristen's pussy spasmed at the sight. 'Think of the possibilities with this!'
'Um, yeah. Nice!' Kristen said. 'Er, I'm going to take a shower. Maybe even a cold one.'
Janet handed her the thrusting dildo. 'Here, have fun.'
Kristen refused it, as much as she would have tried it in privacy, she didn't want to seem too desperate or horny. She went into her room and couldn't resist the urge to finger her pussy. Kristen lay on the bed, her fingers blurring over her clit. She came quickly, thinking of the images of Jerry's cock spurting all over Janet's tits. A few minutes later Kristen pulled on a robe and picked up some clothes, then went into the bathroom for a quick shower. She was just about to climb into the shower when Janet knocked on the door, asking to be let in quickly. Kristen opened the door for her.
'Shit!' Janet said, 'I got it in my eye and it BURNS!'
Kristen got a look at her face as she moved past to get to the sink. There were thick globs of sperm on her cheek and in her hair. Jerry had cum again, but somehow Janet had gotten some of the salty stuff in her right eye. After a minute of splashing water she stood up and toweled her face off, most of Jerry's cum having been washed off.
'That'll teach you to watch too close!' Kristen laughed.
'Thanks a bunch,' Janet said. 'Would you mind if I showered with you?' she asked, feeling the cum in her hair.
'No, c'mon. You do my back, I'll do yours,' Kristen said.
Together they showered, trading secrets and laughing over Kristen's unannounced entry earlier. Kristen's hair was pinned up so she didn't have to dry it all over again, and Janet scrubbed her back. The oily sunscreen needed to be scrubbed off, and Janet didn't stop when she reached Kristen's ass. She worked down, not sexually touching, but scrubbing hard. She kept going down those long, lean legs, until she reached the ankles.
'Thanks,' Kristen said. 'That felt good.' She turned around, hand extended for the washcloth. Instead, Janet soaped it up and began scrubbing Kristen's chest, above and between her breasts.
'Jerry would kill to do this to you, you know,' Janet said evenly. 'He said that last night he fantasized about you joining us.'
'Really?' Kristen said, forgetting that Janet was washing her front. 'He really said that?'
Janet nodded, scrubbing around Kristen's tits and then down her belly. 'He even said he'd like to eat you while he fucks me.'
Kristen's mind imagined that, and she felt a little excited. Suddenly Janet's hand was sliding over her mons, and then between her legs. The touch was lighter, more sensual now. Kristen's legs parted slightly, and her lips parted to take a sharp breath. Janet's hand lingered a little longer, then she began scrubbing the fronts of the blonde's legs. Kristen looked down, watching Janet kneel and scrub. Her hand moved and touched Janet's head lightly.
Janet leaned forward and kissed Kristen's pussy lightly, then she stood up. Close. Kristen seemed to move on automatic. She leaned forward, tilting her head slightly, and then it happened. Their lips met in a kiss. Kristen was surprised at how warm and soft Janet's lips were. Their breasts touched lightly, making Kristen's nipples stand up even harder. When they parted, Kristen gazed into the eyes of her friend, now to be her newest lover.
Trembling with excitement Kristen reached out and touched Janet's breast. This was the first time she'd ever touched another woman's breast sexually. The soft flesh was so warm, and Janet's full orb drew Kristen's hand into a cup shape which she slid over the end of her friend's breast.
Janet's hands slid down and cupped Kristen's ass, kneading it slightly. Kristen's whole body trembled, as though she were going to have an all-over orgasm. Somehow Janet realized her friend's nervous excitement and she leaned down, taking one of Kristen's nipples in her lips. As she sucked on it, biting down delicately, Kristen gasped and pressed her soft tit into Janet's face. Janet pulled on the other nipple with her fingers, then gently licked all around Kristen's puffy areola. The tall blonde's breathing was shallow and ragged, and Kristen could feel her cunt leaking its warm cream down her thigh. Janet stood upright and Kristen felt like she was on fire. She grabbed Janet's face and kissed her, one of the most passionate kisses she'd ever given. Janet returned it, with her hands exploring the lean, smooth texture of her friend's body.
When their kiss broke, Kristen burned with a madness, a desire, a carnal need. She bent and licked around Janet's nipple, then sucked hard on the erect bud. Janet cradled the blonde's head to her breast, and felt Kristen suckling and licking her tit. Kristen's right hand slid between Janet's legs, lightly at first. Kristen's pussy spasmed when her fingers found Janet's cunt soaking wet and slippery. Her fingers slid back and forth through her friend's cuntlips, then Kristen sighed as her finger slid into her friend's body. Janet sighed too, rocking her hips forward and trembling against Kristen.
A few moments later, Kristen stood with her hands on the wall of the shower, legs spread, and Janet sitting on the floor, her head bent back and her tongue, her wonderful tongue, swirling around inside her. Janet was sucking her pussy, lapping her free-flowing juices and sliding her hands up and down Kristen's legs. Kristen gasped for breath, her stomach heaved in and out and her legs threatened to buckle. Janet sucked and licked, and Kristen shuddered. A wave washed over her, starting in her cunt and spreading outward, returning to her twat as a flood of thick creamy juice to be lapped up by Janet.
Kristen sat down on a ledge in the shower, weak and flushed. Janet rolled to her knees and kissed the blonde's tits, then kissed Kristen on the mouth. Kristen tasted her juices, not for the first time but certainly the most erotic. Janet's lips were slick and their tongues danced. Moments later, when Janet stood up, Kristen took the floor and tongued Janet's pussy. Kristen looked at Janet's pussy, seeing the swollen lips surrounded by her curly bush. Her tongue licked lightly over Janet's slit, finding her clit at the top, all swollen and hard. Janet's hips jerked, and Kristen continued to lick circles around it. Soon Kristen's chin was slick with the juices seeping from Janet's opening, and her tongue was sliding all around.Kristen loved the feeling on her tongue, and her face. The smooth, warm, slippery wetness excited her, and the musky scent of Janet filled her nostrils.
"Put your fingers in me," Janet said breathlessly.
Kristen did. First one finger, then two, then a third. Janet's hips bucked and Kristen flicked her tongue over the girl's clit. She felt the spasms around her fingers, the grasping, pulsing squeezes as Janet began to cum. Kristen shoved her fingers in deep, moving her hand back and forth until Janet moaned loudly and began shuddering. Janet's hips ground against the intruding fingers, and her hand pushed Kristen's face tightly against her mons. When Kristen pulled her fingers out, they glistened with Janet's cream, a few whitish globs clinging to her fingers. Kristen licked her fingers off, savoring it like a fine sauce.
They finished their shower, hugging and kissing each other tenderly. They had shared something very special, and they both felt close and loving to each other. After eight years of friendship, they had become even closer.
Jerry was half-dressed, watching a movie when the girls came out of the bathroom. Both were clad only in terry cloth robes and they sat on either side of him. Jerry felt something was up, and he was almost afraid of saying anything to spoil it. For a long time he'd fantasized about having Kristen's long legs wrapped around him, and it seemed like he would have his chance.
Kristen sat so that when she looked at the TV, she could not see either Janet or Jerry. When she watched part of the show, Jerry slipped his hand under Janet's robe and between her legs. The sudden stiffness was like a jerk and Kristen turned her head, looking right at Jerry's half hidden hand.
"Turn it on," Janet whispered softly.
Jerry saw that Kristen was looking, and felt his cock rising into a tremendous erection. His fingers found the switch and a light humming noise filled the air just as Janet's body shuddered. The "Y" shaped dildo inside her began vibrating her body, sending delicious waves of pleasure through her. Janet held his hand over her cunt, cupping her twat and pressing the vibrator deeper.
Kristen took Jerry's other hand gently, spreading her legs slightly and placing his hand under her robe. Jerry's hand explored her crotch, finding the other dildo already in place. Jerry's fingers found the switch and turned it on. Kristen's body jerked, and she gasped several times as the dildo began squirming in her cunt.
"Ah-h-h-h-h...Ohhhhhhhh!" Kristen sighed, cupping Jerry's hand over her cunt. Her hips rocked against the twisting, thrusting vibrator, and her eyes closed, jaw slack in rapture.
"Let me suck you," Janet said softly, sliding down off the sofa. She quickly unfastened his pants and removed his rigid cock. Without a word she sucked on him, moving up and down the shaft with quick movements. Her mouth watered and saliva coated his cock, making it glisten wetly. Janet shucked her robe to the floor, curling her feet under her so that as she rocked her body back and forth it pressed the humming vibrator deeper into her holes.
Kristen leaned over and kissed Jerry, sending her tongue halfway into his throat. He kissed back, taking command and forcing her tongue to retreat. They mouth-fucked each other with their tongues, bodies blazing with fiery passions. Jerry's hips rocked up to cram his cock into Janet's mouth, and she made loud slurping noises.
Jerry kneaded Kristen's tits, and she began panting, coming closer to her orgasm from the vibrator and all the sensations. Jerry couldn't hold on, and he felt the thick jism rising from his balls. Janet's wet mouth slobbered down his cock, making sloppy, wet noises as his cock began swelling. She moaned twice, urgently trying to call Kristen. Just as Kristen moved, Jerry's hips arched.
Kristen saw Janet's brow furrow in concentration and the thick pulsing of Jerry's cock in her mouth. Janet's mouth and jaw worked, and then Kristen heard a swishing, squirting noise. Janet moaned as his jism flowed, filling her mouth with his creamy cum. She greedily sucked his sperm into her mouth, coaxing every drop by licking just under the tip of the head. Finally spent, she let his softening cock slip from between her lips, trailing a dribble of sperm over her lower lip. Kristen leaned down and licked the semen from Janet's lips.
Janet grabbed her head and pulled her closer. Kristen opened her mouth, expecting to taste Jerry's cum. Janet opened her mouth and used her tongue to push the warm, thick mass of sperm into Kristen's mouth. It was erotic to Kristen, and she sucked the sperm from Janet's mouth, then they tongued each other fiercely, swishing the cum around back and forth. Parting their kiss, strands of jism connected their lips. Tongues flashed and collected it, and both girls swallowed, tasting his jizz like a cream sauce. The vibrators had brought them both close to orgasm, yet their bodies refused to yield. Kristen's passions were beyond what she'd known, and she wanted to come so badly she would do anything Janet asked.
"Go get my bag," Janet said to Jerry. She smiled and asked Kristen if she ever fantasized about being watched. Kristen, in a very carnal mood, ran her hands over her tits, licking her lips.
"No," she breathed.
"Let's let him watch us," Janet said, cupping Kristen's cunt and shoving the dildo into her.
Kristen was being fucked by the little machine, and the twisting head kept her so close to orgasm that Janet's hand nearly sent her over the edge. The hand withdrew too soon, leaving Kristen almost in tears, until she watched Janet lick her cream off her fingers. Jerry returned carrying Janet's duffle bag, his cock returning to full size.
Janet unzipped the bag and reached in. "You'll love this toy," she said, pulling out a two foot double-headed dildo. Kristen's cunt spasmed, and she reached down to finger herself.
"NO!" Janet said sharply, pulling the blonde's hand from her bush. Then, softly, "Cum WITH me." And she kissed Kristen softly. Kristen followed along, floating on her erotic, lust-filled cloud.
Janet positioned her on her hands and knees, adjusting the dildo to a slower rhythm. She pulled it out of Kristen's twat, watching her gaping cunt hole spasm and close slowly. She pressed the humming, twisting head to Kristen's asshole, pressing the slick, rubbery head firmly.
"Oh, no, don't...." Kristen started, but suddenly her asshole was filled with sensations that made her cream flow like water. She trembled and her stomach jerked. Kristen's ass shot up in the air, and Janet pushed the toy down into the girl's tight hole. "Ohhhh Goddddddd!" Kristen wailed.
Janet rubbed her hand all over Kristen's glistening vulva, massaging her cunt juice all over her crotch, coating her thighs and belly with the creamy fluid that dripped from her. Kristen tried to catch her breath, feeling as though she were being split open and fucked inside-out. Janet picked up the large dildo and coated it with her hand, smearing Kristen's juices on the bulbous head. She held Kristen's hips, pressing the thick rubber cock into her cunt.
"Ah-h-h-h...Ohh! Make me cummm! Please! Makemecum!"
Janet slowly pushed ten inches of the cock up the blonde's snatch, watching her holes spasm as it eased into her. Each outstroke brought her pouty cuntlips out, as though they were holding on and trying to suck it deeper. Once she had the dildo seated, Janet stood up and walked around in front of Kristen.
Kristen looked up at her naked friend, at the "Y" shaped vibrator still humming in her asshole and cunt. Kristen felt filled with cock, as though she would explode. Janet moved close, standing with her crotch almost in Kristen's face.
"Pull it out of me," She hissed. "Jerk it out hard, do it fast."
Kristen reached up a trembling hand and grasped the end of the vibrator. It was slick with Janet's cream, but Kristen jerked hard, yanking it out of her cunt and butt.
"Ohhhhhh CUMM!" Janet yelled, then grabbed Kristen's head, shoving her hips forward and rocking them against Kristen's face. "Drink me!" Janet's cream poured from her, soaking Kristen's face and Janet's crotch. Janet shuddered and ground her pussy against the girl's face. Kristen felt her nose rubbing Janet's clit hard.
Janet moved away suddenly, going behind Kristen and kneeling down, facing away from her friend. Janet pushed the long dildo into her cunt and then pressed her ass against Kristen's.
"Fuck me baby!" Janet pleaded. "Fuck me with that beautiful blonde pussy! Fuck me!"
Kristen and Janet began rocking their hips back and forth, fucking each other with the dildo. Jerry had been watching from the sofa, stroking his cock. Several times he'd had to grip tightly to keep from shooting his load too early. Now he knelt alongside the girls, reaching between their slapping asses to hold the dildo still so that it would slide in and out of their slick cunts.
Wailing moans filled the room from both women. Kristen felt a huge orgasm welling up deep inside her. Each warm slap of Janet's butt to hers brought her a half step closer. Both were near the edge, sweat shining on their backs, making their asses seem rounder and softer."Fuck me Kristen! Fuck me baby!" Janet moaned again. "Oh! Kristen! Kristen! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU KRISTEN!!" she screamed.
Both of them cried out, slamming their asses tightly together, pinning Jerry's hand between them. They shook in orgasm, moaning and jerking around, cramming as much cock in them as they could. Each shudder from one sent the other into another shudder. It seemed to last forever as they climaxed, bodies roiling with waves and waves of spasming pleasure.
Kristen felt her muscles tightening and then it was if she were drowning in sensations. Cum sensations. The fullness in her ass and cunt made her eyes roll back, and her hips arched, pressing hard against Jerry's hand. She could actually feel the tickle of Janet's cunt hairs on her sensitive twat, and the cum-juices trickling down her thighs. Sparks and lights went off in her head and she thought she might pass out from the intensity of it all, but she did not. She rode each delicious wave, surfing each one down into her cunt, flowing out between her cuntlips and down her cream-slick thighs.
Janet's cunt contracted and gripped the dildo hard. She could feel Jerry's hand trapped against her vulva, hot and hard. Her tits seemed to be swelling up, and her nipples were brushing the coarse fibers of the rug. Her ass arched high, and she could feel the heat of Kristen's spasming cunt near hers. The dildo pressed against her cervix, giving her a full feeling. Her stomach bulged out, then contracted only to relax and bulge again with the feeling of being crammed full of thick cock. Her cream was flowing and she could feel her crotch was slick with juices. Each of Kristen's shudders was like an electric pulse to her clit, making her shudder in response.
Jerry pulled his hand out, and Janet felt Kristen's sopped cunt splat against hers. She arched back, trying to grind her pussy against the wet blonde's. They both tried, bouncing back and forth until they felt another wave wash over them. The second orgasm was unlike the first. This was more sensual, sexy and warm. The first had been full of fire, passion, and need. This was icing on the cake.
The two sweaty women sank to the floor, the dildo still in their cunts, although almost out of each one. Jerry gently removed it from their pussies, and also gently removed the vibrator from Kristen's ass. They shuddered and jerked as he removed the toys, then lay still in a limp tangle of glistening legs, asses and cunts. Jerry lovingly caressed their sweaty behinds, running his hands down the backs of their thighs.
"Janet," Kristen said hoarsely.
"Hmmm?"
"I love you too," Kristen said.
"Mmmmmmmmm!"
Jerry's cock pressed against Janet's waist, and she smiled. "I think we forgot someone," she said softly.
Slowly they both sat up, and smiled at Jerry. "You liked our little show?" Janet asked.
"Yes!" Jerry said. "I'm so horny I could cum right now!"
Kristen looked up at him. "Then do it," she said, thrusting her tits forward. "Cum all over us."
Jerry's cock ached, standing straight out like a metal rod. Pre-cum oozed down from the hole, forming a droplet under the head. Kristen leaned forward and extended her lower lip to remove it, letting it form a string as she moved back, licking it off her lip. Jerry groaned.
"I know what he wants," Janet cooed.
Moments later, Janet lay on the floor with Kristen's ass over her chest, arched up for Jerry's entry. Kristen's tits pressed between Janet's thighs, and Kristen's hands gripped Janet's calves. Jerry sank deep into Kristen's sopping wet pussy.
"Ohhh Jeeezzus!" Jerry moaned.
Kristen gasped then sighed as his cock began sliding in and out of her slippery hole. Janet caressed her friend's legs, her ass, and belly. "She's so beautiful isn't she?" Janet said to Jerry. "And so hot and wet. Fuck her. Go ahead, I know you want to fuck her and cum in her. Do it!" Jerry moved faster, trying to restrain himself in Kristen's beautiful cunt. Her body glistened with sweat, and with her ass high, offered to him, Jerry was straining not to shoot too soon. He wanted it to last, for her as well as for him.
Janet wasn't helping matters. "Shove that cock up her cunt and fuck her!" Janet teased. "Make her cum all over that beautiful cock of yours. She wants you to fill her with cum. Cum in her cunt!"
Jerry pumped faster, his cock throbbing and straining. It felt like his cock was a steel ramrod, plunging in and out of Kristen's soft flesh. Her cunt made squishing, slippery noises, and the way she moved her butt against him made Jerry grimace to keep his resolve.
"Ohh yes! Cum in me Jerry!" Kristen moaned. "Fill me with cum! Fuck me! Fuck me baby! Fuck me!"
Jerry felt his balls tighten from her moans.
"Yes!" Janet added. "I want to eat your cum out of her. Let me lick your cum off her cunt. Soak her. Soak her with cum!"
Jerry's cock exploded, gushing thick sperm into Kristen's cunt. He thrust deep into her, pressing her mons down onto Janet's chest. She could see his cock swell between her cuntlips with each pulse, and feel the tension in his legs as well as all through Kristen's sweat-slicked body. Jerry spurt and spurt into Kristen, feeling like his body was draining itself dry in her, trying to fill her sucking cunt to capacity with his sperm. At last he stopped, feeling the thick warmth surrounding his cock inside her. Kristen was moaning softly, and grinning broadly.
Janet pulled Jerry back, and as his cock plopped out of her, he dripped sperm onto her neck, the soft, wet cock hitting her mouth and chin with a wet splat. Janet licked the head, then pulled Kristen's cunt to her mouth. Opening her mouth wide, Janet began sucking the length of the blonde's slit, lapping up the sperm and cunt-juice that flowed out of her beautiful friend's snatch. Janet shoved her tongue inside Kristen's hole, withdrawing it covered with their rich, creamy mixture. Janet lapped and sucked at Kristen's pussy, making the blonde climax twice. When she finally finished, her face and neck were slick with their juices.
Kristen rolled off, sat up and kissed Janet deeply, licking her own cum mixed with Jerry's semen from Janet's lips and face. The two girls hugged and kissed a last time, then looked at Jerry.
"Hard again!?" Janet teased.
"Nobody could stay limp watching you two," Jerry smiled.
"Can you cum again?" Kristen asked.
He shook his head. "Not for a while," he said. "I need a shower and maybe a quick nap before I'll be 'recharged'. You girls have drained me!"
They laughed, and Jerry went to shower. The two girls sat on the sofa, gently touching and kissing each other.
"You know," Kristen began, "I never thought it would be so good with another woman."
Janet smiled. "Oh, you're so sweet and sexy I could just hold you close to me forever!"
Kristen smiled at her. "I-I'm glad it was you. For my first time."
Janet kissed her softly. "First and always."
"Janet," Kristen said between soft kisses. "I love you."
They embraced and kissed, caressing each other tenderly.
"I knew I was falling in love with you the other night," Janet confessed.
"What? When?" Kristen asked.
"When Jerry was fucking my ass and you were masturbating in the bathroom."
"But...how did you see me?" Kristen asked.
"The night light in there. Remember? I could see right through your nightie. The mirrors in the bedroom showed you clearly," Janet said smiling.
Kristen blushed.
"I knew then that I wanted you, and that my feelings for you were deep. That's why I came so hard. I knew you were watching," Janet added.
"I-I felt perverted doing that. Like a peeping Tom," Kristen said, looking at the floor.
Janet lifted her face and smiled. "No, next time I want your tongue in me while he fucks my ass."
"You mean that?" Kristen asked, her eyes wide.
Janet nodded. "Yes. Just so I can have my tongue in you too!"
Again they kissed.
This trip may have started out all wrong, Kristen thought, but it's sure turned out wonderful!! | 5 |
910 | The Maid | "Sir, I found this note in the garbage. Is it yours?" The dark brown innocent looking eyes of Tiyar awaited my answer as she held out the crumpled paper to me.
"Thank you." I took the note and read it. It was from my business partner, and that an important meeting had been rescheduled, to start an hour ago! I could not control the anger in my voice, "Did you take this note Ti?" I often called her this, she had asked me to during the first week she began work.
"No Mr. Simons." And I believed her, it was written in my wife's handwriting.
"God damn it all too hell!" I spun about and slammed my hands upon my desk. I forgot the maid standing at my flank. Since I missed the meeting, my company probably lost the chance we had for a huge account, and a large amount of revenue. Why would Linda throw out a message that I hadn't received yet?
I spun about to go out to the backyard where my wife was taking in some sun, instead I discovered Ti kneeling before me. Her head was down as she picked up the mess I had made that morning while working. From the angle that she was I could see directly down the front of her dress to her ample bosom. The naturally brown skin tantalized and stunned me for a brief second. I, of course, had noticed that the maid was a very beautiful young woman, but usually my appraisal was less than energetic. The large firm mounds swayed beneath her as she reached and grabbed the small bundles of garbage, a sight that greatly incensed me. I could see much of her breast, minus the sight of her nipple, a part of her that I greatly imagined the sight of.
After several enjoyable moments of this sight, she looked up directly into my eyes, her hand and knees still upon the floor. Silence. I was extremely conscious that my knees were spread and she was but an arm's reach from my crotch, while her face was level with my lap.
"Honey?!" It was Linda.
It took a few seconds before I answered, all thought of the crumpled note gone, just the silent beauty kneeling before me in my thoughts. "Yes?" Ti stood and immediately took the garbage pail out of my den. My wife entered seconds after, dressed in a see-through summer wrap which revealed her one-piece bikini underneath. "Oh..." I was startled by her sudden appearance.Nothing was said between Tiyar and myself about that afternoon. We acted as if nothing had ever happened. Yet our eyes would sometimes meet and a silent communication would be passed between us. A few times I had caught her eyes upon me, attempting to pierce my clothing. I was also doing the same towards her. Things would have continued from that point if I didn't walk in on Ti as she was masturbating.
It was the Sunday after her witnessing my nuptial coupling and the house was quiet when I got home from golf. I had thought everyone gone, even Ti since it was her day off, but I was standing in the hallway browsing through the Sunday Paper when I noticed movement from down the hall leading to the kitchen. Actually, once I stuck my head around the corner the movement had come from the breakfast nook and not from the actual kitchen. And what I saw startled me, even after seeing my maid's hunger as she watched me and Linda.
Ti was sitting in the large bay window that led out to the backyard, her right side facing me. She was sitting in the large comfortable chairs Linda had wanted so badly, and had her naked feet placed up on the window sill. The long brown smooth legs were uncovered and led right up to the edge of her oversized t-shirt, the knees well apart. She was almost laying horizontal in that chair, but her head and neck was staring out the window directly at my wife's bikini-clad body. That was a shock, but when Ti moaned and clenched her unseen crotch with both hands, I was truly amazed.
Perhaps Ti had not been excited at seeing me the other day, but my wife! I wasn't sure if I should be disgusted or turned on. Ti was a very beautiful woman, and the fact that she was interested in my wife's body instead of mine puzzled me. I could barely see Linda out in the yard, laying face down upon the huge towel. Her body glistening with tanning lotion and sweat, the sun darkening her pale skin. She too looked attractive.
Again Ti moaned, one arm moving faster upon her crotch than the other. I could just make out the faint noise of her juicy vagina as its folds were being manipulated. As I stood dumbly in the hallway, Ti brought up one hand, covered in her sexual secretions and sucked on the fingers one at a time, being sure to get every drop. She then used the same hand to begin to pinch her nipples through her t-shirt. Her bottom began to rotate upon the chair, in time to her moaning and heavy breathing, yet her eyes never left the naked limbs of my wife.
Linda, meanwhile, was unaware of the audience she had. But lay contented before the pool, a few feet from the large window. She was reading one of those trashy novels housewives seem to purchase often. Her feet were waving about in the air as she was raised up on her elbows. Her breasts hung down in the slim bathing suit, and from the angle she was at I could see almost all the way to her navel. A tall glass with a drink sat next to her, and she reached out to wipe the sweat from the clear cup. She rubbed the moisture upon her upper chest and forehead. Linda did indeed look delicious, and I may have lingered to enjoy the sight of her if Ti had not.
The maid's enjoyment was reaching a climax, her body was quivering uncontrollably now, her calf muscles jumping in excitement. The sounds of pleasure loud against the silence of the house. Ti stiffened noticeably while her body became like a statue for several lengthy seconds. Her climax shot throughout her body, and then she began to relax and enjoy the sexual after-effects. It took a long time for her to gain her body back under control.
Ti suddenly turned her head and looked directly into my eyes. Without any emotion upon her face she looked down upon my bulging crotch and appraised my covered organ. She stood, and for a brief second I wondered if she would come towards me, yet she promptly disappeared around the corner towards her bedroom.
The breakfast room smelled faintly like a woman's sexual heat, and I stood before the large window at the close proximity of my wife as she was still unaware of what had just transpired. Out of the corner of my eye, I again saw movement, but so enthralled was I in what I had just seen, I didn't realize it was from the opposite direction than Tiyar had departed to.I could feel my seed shoot out the head of my cock even while her vagina clasped my fucking finger in a hungry and climaxing grasp. It was one of the most peculiar orgasms I have ever had. Ti and I both climaxed simultaneously, neither had a huge cum. I for one was attempting to hide my enjoyment for my wife and company, while very conscious of any above-table movements. It was a strange orgasm that I had, but fulfilling all the same.
Several moments went by and Ti and I returned our hands to our laps. Unseen by anyone else at the table, my maid daintily lifted her expert hand and licked off two drops of pearly white sperm, smiling at me all the while. I looked into her eyes as I finally lifted and quickly tasted my hand, her juices delicious and her scent strong but highly addictive.
What happened next should be obvious. That I would seek out the maid and become a sexual beast upon her. Yet, that is not how it happened. I did seek her out in the darkness of the night, but could not find her in her room or even in any of the obvious places in the house. So I began to hunt the not so obvious places.
I came upon my teenage daughter's room and the slightly open door. The crack glowed with a yellow pale light from within, though not enough to even brighten the hallway which I stood. It was no perverse or demented reason that I stole a peek into my daughter's privacy, just simple interest and casual turn of the head. Inside, my slim pretty young girl leisurely masturbated unknown to her father's sudden surprise.
At first, I was surprised and shocked that my "little girl" had advanced in years that her own sexuality had emerged. Something that I had dreaded and pretended not to notice. Yet, my eyes, and ears, proved that her body was becoming something that a father never wants for his daughter, a "woman". A wave of guilt ran through me, from my intrusion into affairs that hardly included me. Yet, her slim strong tanned limbs enticed and seduced my vision as well as my mind and I stood rooted to the spot, my eyes glued to the long spread legs of my own flesh and blood.
Time had no meaning, it was measured in the movement of my daughter's long shiny wet fingers upon her obviously excited vagina. She was naked, not a stitch of clothing or a blanket hid any part of her from my prying eyes. I would involuntarily lick my lips as I watched the excited young lady arch her back off the bed, and grasp her own young firm breast in her claw-like-hands. The hand between her legs would move to the enlarged clitoris showing above her glistening slit to agitate it viciously, before moving back down to rub up and down the full length of her slightly spread sex lips. Her gasp of self-pleasure echoing in my ears, almost deafened me with my guilty lust.
My body was secular to my single sense of sight, yet that sight noticed a movement beneath me. Or rather, just in front and below me. Tyar's eyes looked directly into my own, her fingers fumbling with my tied-off rugby bottoms. Shocked that I had a witness to my incestuous thoughts, if not my inaction, and shocked that she obviously cared not. My hardness emerged with an insistent jerk that slapped the young woman on her cheek. With her eyes still looking into my own, she opened her mouth and swallowed two-thirds of my manhood. This time, my own quiet moan of delight resounded in time with my daughter's mounting excitement. The maid, closed her eyes and earnestly began to please me. So my vision again returned to my daughter's quickening movements.
The teenager rolled to her side away from me, and the doorway, her hips pumping her sex against her wet fingers. She bit into her own pillow to stifle a scream of pleasure. Even as my daughter's orgasm approached, so did mine. A part of me wanted to feel my seed spend at the exact moment my daughter reacted to her own out rush of energy. And with the help of the determined lips and mouth of my hired-hand, it would soon be accomplished.
The seconds progressed more quickly than before, much to my disappointment. My daughter returned to laying upon her backside, her legs spread almost horizontal and never once touching the bed. I was amazed at my "little girl's" sexuality, the emotions she was about to expel was proof of her capacity.
The face bobbing upon my cock, mattered little, Ti didn't matter only her working mouth did. And even then, only to produce an orgasm that I had thought too dirty an action to do while being a witness to my daughter's enjoyment. And Ti did an expert job, even though she could not witness what I could see. And as greedy as I was, I am glad that I was the only witness to the beautiful young lady's pleasure.
My cock began to shoot even before I was aware of the fact, so engrossed in my own daughter's orgasm. She clenched fiercely, both her thigh and shoulder muscles quivering violently, even while her teeth ground and her fingers dug into flesh. I thought my darling young girl would hurt herself, for that briefest of moments, until she again collapsed flat upon the bed, her body draped in exhaustion. The last of my sperm was deposited upon the brown skin of my maid's cheek.
I could barely stand, and backed up to lean against the hallway wall. My maid, stood triumphantly and pressed her clothed body against my own. Without a word she kissed me passionately, my own taste entering my mouth along with her spearing tongue. The kiss lasted a scant few seconds, long enough for me to feel a gentle ripple in my sex, before my maid stood away from me. She stole my soul with her piercing gaze, then turned and left me alone in the hallway.
Guilty at all that had transpired, I quickly returned to my wife and my bed.The next few days were distant, at least with my interactions with other people. I barely spoke to my wife, and never touched her. She, of course, noticed my coldness and inquired into my feelings and thoughts, I just smiled as warm as I could then allowed her to kiss me. On the cheek. I avoided my daughter, every time I saw her I picture that pretty woman laying upon her bed naked and damn sexy. And, of course, the guilty pleasure I had received just from that sight alone. As for my son, I went out of my way to not see. And for some strange reason didn't blame him for what was going on with my wife. Linda was older, and his mother, she was to blame. I understood that teenagers had raging hormones and would take anything that came along, though I did wonder where the line must be drawn. Tiyar was the only one that I didn't avoid, in fact I wished she would seek my company more often.
I desired Tiyar's company for a new reason now; I thought she was the only one who knew the tremendous emotions running through me, and I figured I would be able to talk with her. When that moment finally came, she sat down with me, alone in the house, and I talked for almost an hour. While she was being the perfect listener. Even holding my hand, kissing the fingertips in sympathy for my words. A new rush of desire ran through me, one solely to possess this beautiful and sexy maid. It was stronger than lust before, this time I began to think I was falling in love with Tiyar.
My house was not a comfortable place to live, my daughter was the first to voice this problem. She cried upon my shoulder telling me that "everyone hated her". Of course I reassured her this was preposterous while at the same time was very conscious of her warm young body fiercely holding me. At that time, I didn't actually wonder why my daughter hadn't gone to my wife for support, as the two of them were usually bound tightly as some mother-daughters were.
I didn't want my desire to rise, and I did attempt to hold it back, but my heart rate and sex had other ideas. Could my daughter feel the growing size of my organ against her hip, as she sat upon my lap as she used to do as a very young girl? The sweat was rolling down my back and face, and it wasn't the heat. I hated myself, hated what my body urged for. My hand was nonchalantly laying upon my daughters upper thigh, and I wondered if she could feel it quiver as well as then forced will I put into it, just so it didn't move.
She wiggled about, seemingly to get more comfortable, yet this stimulated my rock hard sex. Surely she could feel the manhood against her? She had talked herself out and just had her arms wrapped about my neck in a strong hug. She was so small and attractive that my desire was strongly overcoming my willpower to stop any actions that may lead, or suggest, a lewdness or impropriety in our parts. Incest is such a ugly word, as my wife should well know.
I honestly do now know how far it would have gone. My daughter wiggled about even more, pressing her hip harder into my lap, my small breasts poking into my chest, and her soft cheek against my own. She only kissed me twice. Two little peeks upon my neck. But that is all it took, I lost control; my hand slid up between her thighs and began to slowly reach upwards to that warm wonderful spot that I had witness not so long before. She responded by spreading her legs just enough for my hand to reach her covered crotch.
My fingers touched the cloth covering her sex mound, I gently pressed into the lower crack then tracing upwards towards the spot that caused her to moan and wiggled about. I was enjoyed the obvious heat and moisture in this region, when Ti walked in on us. "Excuse me Sir, would a cold supper be all right tonight?" I pulled away from my daughter, too stunned to think. While she suddenly jumped up and walked away, quickly to her room. If I had been thinking straight I would have known what she would be soon doing alone in her room.
"My god!" I gasped for breath, just realizing what I had been about to do, what I almost did. "Thank god." Tiyar looked at me knowingly, yet with compassion. "Thank you Ti, I..."
The maid came over and replaced my daughter upon my lap, I still too stunned to even think straight. "Understandable after everything you have been through." She kissed my cheek softly. "And she is an attractive young woman," again a kissed this time upon the same spot that my daughter had kissed, "and you have been under great stress lately."
"Yes..." I realized that Tiyar had sat upon my lap, not sideways but facing me, her knees straddling my hips. I could feel warm against my covered crotch as she pressed her sex against me. That was when I came out of my delirium and my desire again rose to uncontrolled heights. I reached between us and unbuttoned my fly, realizing my cock while feeling the naked hairless wet sex against the back of my hand, Ti hadn't worn anything under her short loose skirt.I soon purchased an auto focus, auto forward, quiet camera. My plans disgusted me, yet I knew them to be important if I wanted to keep everything that I ever worked for. Ti was again the maid, our actions were innocent and nothing could be taken out of context. Meaning, I didn't attempt to fuck her again, yet almost daily I received a sexy phone call from Ti, her husky voice sexily talking with me. She also agreed to help me.
After a week of waiting and watching, Ti and I were only able to get a few pictures. Linda, my wife, was sunbathing as she usually does on a hot sunny day, and my son was rubbing lotion upon her skin. Innocent enough, except the photo action suggested more when my son bends forward and kisses my wife's near-naked buttock. Then in a later photo, while she was upon her back, he again bends forward to give her a kiss, this time on her round covered breast. The best picture was seconds later when his teeth were playfully pulling her bikini top several inches upwards from her chest, while Linda had a huge playful grin on her face.
They were certainly suspect, but as Ti said, they were not enough to prove incest. I agreed, then made better plans to capture the affair between my wife and son. Firstly, I attempted to be around my son very much for the next few days, assuming that his own sex drive would be the downfall of my wife. Then I "disappeared" for a whole day, making sure everyone in the house knew it. My daughter was to be away at a friend's house, and Ti had the day off. The plan worked perfectly when I watched my son's school, and saw that he left only moments after I dropped him off. Obviously, I was hidden and he hadn't any intention of going to classes that day. In fact, my son rushed home to "mommy".
I was angry, hurt, and more than a little disgusted when I walked around my house and saw that my wife and son were heatedly kissing in the backyard.I was so angry I was not even able to approach my wife with the separation papers, nor with the accumulated evidence I had taken. My lawyer was one of the best civil litigators in the city, and he was the one that confronted Linda. If I had sat across from her, looking deep into those large round eyes, as I passed the pictures, I may have lost control, and thus, the advantage I had with the courts would have been gone.
Her options were extremely limited; she had to leave the house by the time I returned home, she could take nothing, nor could she contact me in any way, she would be given an adequate living allowance, and the kids had a choice of whom they wished to live with, and finally, if she contest any of my wishes the photos of her incestuous affair would be revealed in court and she would get nothing. My lawyer phoned me later in the afternoon and told me the deed was done, she had gone. Moments later, Ti also phoned and told me the same. The only thing that was left up in the air, was the kids.
My son made the decision to live with his mother, not knowing why we had separated, as I had predicated. My daughter, on the other hand, sounded determined to stay with me in my house. I agreed with the children and assured them that our separation had nothing to do with them, and I still loved them. The boy left the house that weekend.
It was quiet, the house seemed to echo with my movements. At first I was extremely depressed and lonely, almost ready to forgive Linda of her indiscretions. Two things got me through the next few months; my daughter's love and Tiyar.
Without any spoken word, Ti took on the role of the woman of the house. And I was surprised that my daughter didn't reject this proposal but followed the young woman's directions completely. The maid still did the work she had been originally assigned, but she also took care of me and my daughter. Our private relationship, during this time, was blossoming. Ti withheld nothing from my bed, her brown skinned body taking everything I gave it. She was the perfect lover. As my appetites rose, Ti had less time for her domestic duties and I allowed her to hire another maid, just to help out. She still had her own room, but she rarely slept in it. I did attempt to hide my affair with the maid from my daughter, but it was obvious that my secret was impossible to hide. My "little" girl even caught me leaving my bedroom with nothing but a towel about my waist, and beyond me into the room, the sweaty maid lay naked. I smiled shyly while she giggled girl-like then quickly disappeared before I had a chance to talk with her.
My experience with other women was limited since I had been faithfully married for a long time to the same woman. And was not prepared for the demands by Ti upon me. For one, my separated wife's clothes were now commonly worn by the maid, at least the clothes that fit. It was just a little unsettling, to see a young, slight woman dressed in the same clothes of the woman that had broken my heart. I spoke to Ti about my feelings and she verbally pounced upon me accusing me of still "loving that bitch" whom had "fucked her own son"! I gave in, and she calmed down after a day, the first time since my wife's departure that I slept alone. I never spoke of it again. Another thing I noticed, was that Ti was very possessive. She wanted me to get a new secretary for my office, the current one "had that look in her eye", a look that seemed to anger my maid. I replaced her, and Ti made a trip over to look her over, and as my "reward" she again wore nothing under her long jacket except heels.
Yet, her seductive body and hungry desire caused me to forget these episodes and only think about fucking her. Something she would only withhold if I angered her in some way.
Almost to the day that my wife left the house, the divorce came through and I received the forms with all the signatures upon it. During all that time I had not spoken nor seen my now ex-wife. Ti would not allow that. A week later, Tiyar and I were married in a private ceremony that only my daughter attended.It was only the next day when I sat down to breakfast, wondering if the episode last night was only a dream. So distracted was I that I didn't even notice that the three of us were alone in my large house, and that Tiyar had made breakfast. Something she had not done since our marriage day. I continuously looked into my daughter's face for some clue, to see if my memories were true. Yet she never even looked up from her plate, she ate in silence.
When I finally looked down, my stomach growling for nutrition, that I saw them.
A pile of pictures lay upon my seat. The top one was a close-up of my face and my daughter's, our lips pressed together and glimpses of our tongues obvious, as was the saliva and sweat. I felt the blood drain from my body, my heart stopped. It was true, everything that happened last night was true. But the wonderful memories and the fantasy was corrupted by these photos, obviously taken with low-intensity light film. I almost threw up right there, my empty stomach churning the bile about.
I slowly looked up; directly into Tiyar's smiling face. She was the one who had taken the photos, she was the one that had seduced me into divorcing my ex-wife and then marrying her, she was the one that coldly stood before me. "Why?"
"I want you to leave this house. And I want a divorce." It was a question, but a simple statement. She was using the same strategy upon me as I had done to Linda. And my guilt was in the photos, my incestuous relationship enough to convince anyone of my guilt. For the first time I knew what my ex-wife had felt after being confronted with the evidence. "My lawyer has the negatives and duplicate pictures, so you can keep those." She actually smiled.
I turned to my daughter, wondering her part in this. Has she been duped as I had, "Dear...?"
"I'm sorry daddy." She had tears running down her cheeks, but she still could not look at me. So, she had been an accomplice.
"Yes, she helped me. In fact, she will do anything I ask!" She giggled slightly. "Darling take your clothes off and come here." Silence as I watched my daughter stand without hesitation and pull off her shorts and tee-shirt. That naked body from my memories stood beyond my reach, and knelt before Ti. It was a nightmare as my wife looked into my astonished eyes as her step-daughter lifted the front of the skirt and pressed her face into the crotchless panties beneath. Ti's hand held the head against her sex, the mouth obviously busy upon the clitoris that I had often manipulated. "See? She is a good girl, who will do anything I want." She lifted a long brown leg up onto a chair, so my view of my daughter's face was clearer. "You will give me everything, your money, this house, your cars."
She was right, I could not fight this. I would have to start over, begin afresh as I had done so many years ago after getting out of University. But then I had Linda to give me moral support.
"I will leave you but one thing." I didn't say anything, but was surprised that she would give me anything.She was in a position that she didn't need to. "Something that I used and no longer need." The sound of my daughter's tongue was loud as she slurped and sucked upon my wife's cunt.
With the hand that held the back of my daughter's head, Tiyar turned it into a claw and pulled the dripping face from her sex, the mouth still open. "You can have your slut of a daughter. I don't need her any longer!" She threw my darling to the floor before me. I reached out and lifted my naked daughter to my lap. "You two have until four o'clock to leave this house." She spun about and left us in the kitchen.
My daughter was crying uncontrollably, and I realized she had been used just as I had been. I could not fault her for something that I had also fallen for. And I was just as guilty, I didn't have to succumb to the beauty of my little girl the night before, nor did I ever have to allow myself to be seduced by the evil woman who had been my maid. I wondered what she had done to manipulate my ex-wife and son into bed, I no longer thought it was a coincidence.
"Come dear, let's get ready to leave." She allowed herself to be placed back upon the ground standing up. We left to get ready to leave.
Tiyar, the maid had won! | 5 |
918 | Incident at the Zoo | "Look, mommy, a gorilla!" the little girl screamed. Kate thought, for the hundredth time, that this seemed a very stupid thing to say. She had been working at the zoo for over 5 years, and all children seemed to say the same thing. She stopped looking out the window from the cage and went to the back. The intercom was located back there, and she picked it up. "Attention please. The zoo is closing now for the day. Please exit as soon as possible, as the animals want to get some sleep." She heard a small burst of laughter from outside, as she always did. As she put the microphone down, Steve came in.
"Hey, are you going out with everyone else tonight?" He asked.
"Oh, I don't think so. Mr. Myers said there were some problems in Sarki's room, and he wanted me to check it out."
"Shit. I wouldn't go in there. That's one big ape!" He said.
"Well, he seems to like me. But anyway, I guess the lights are acting up - he wanted me to take a look at them."
He grinned. "Well, don't let me keep you. Maybe sometime next week?" He asked.
"Sure, next week it is." She smiled back at him. He waved goodbye, and Kate got back to her work.
After taking her normal hour or two to get everything back in order, she went to her locker in the ladies' room to get out of her zoo uniform. After she got it all off, she remembered she had to fix those lights, but since the zoo was closed, she didn't think anyone would mind if she did it in shorts and a t-shirt. She left her belongings in the bathroom and headed for the gorilla house. After arriving there, she entered Sarki's room, wondering why Mr. Myers seemed to think she was a mechanic or an electrician. Sarki was a huge mountain gorilla, and usually not very amicable. But he had seemed to take to Kate immediately, usually hanging over her shoulder or something whenever she was in his cage. Today was no exception, as she climbed up toward the ceiling to get at the lights. There was a large platform near the ceiling, and she got on that in order to inspect the lights better.
Sarki pulled his bulk right up next to her, but there was plenty of room up there. She stood up and craned her neck, trying to look straight up while keeping her balance. Suddenly, she felt a large hand on her ass, slowly stroking it. She turned around quickly, and found Sarki staring at her as his hand caressed her. She stood frozen, afraid that he might push her off the ledge or something. But what he actually did was bring his other hand up and began to feel her breasts through her shirt. Now, Kate never thought of herself as overly kinky, but this monkey was really turning her on! She slowly removed her shirt and bra, letting the huge gorilla feel her bare chest. He began squeezing her breasts, massaging them, while his other hand still wandered in her waist region. After a few minutes of this treatment, she couldn't stand it any more. She removed her shoes, then her jeans, and finally her panties. Sarki sat down and pulled her over to him.
His hands still were exploring her body, and suddenly she felt one of his fingers stab up into her now-exposed hole. His finger, though not as long as a man's penis, was just as wide, and she began to squirm on it. His other hand fell from her breasts and curled around her, pulling her closer. He brought his face close to hers and stared at her with great interest. His hand was still working her over, but she wanted more. She knew gorillas would imitate a lot of things if they were done by a human, so she decided to test exactly what he would do. She moved down him until her face was right next to his chest. Her tongue tentatively darted out and began to kiss his leather-like chest.
She moved downward, further, until his now-erect huge cock was staring right at her. All thoughts of anything else quickly flew away with the sight of it, and she immediately took it in her mouth, taking great pleasure from his obvious excitement. His cock grew to unbelievable size, and she could barely keep it in her mouth. She could taste the few drops of cum that were seeping out of his now rock-hard cock.
Then she pulled away, spread her legs, with the finger still in her, and hoped. He withdrew his finger and pressed his face against her chest, his tongue coming out and licking her nipples.
He, too, moved downward and slurped at her wet hole. She groaned louder and louder, and just as she was about to orgasm, he roughly pushed her away. She landed on her stomach, and as she began to pick herself up, confused, she felt a huge cock fill her box. Sarki's breath came in rough gasps as he shoved his tool deeper and deeper into her. She began to groan even louder, and his pace quickened. After a few minutes of this, Kate couldn't hold back any longer. Her cunt exploded in a series of orgasms around his spike.
She bucked her hips upwards against his huge body, and with her contractions came a jerking from deep within him, and after a second or two she could feel his cum filling her. He slowly stopped his rammings, and allowed her to climb out from under him. She realized that he had supported himself on his knuckles the entire time to avoid crushing her. She got dressed, but before she left, she taught him one more thing. Reaching forward, she opened his mouth a bit, and brought her lips to his. She slipped her tongue into his surprised mouth, but he soon realized what she was doing and also put his tongue in her mouth. After a small amount of fumbling, she felt as if she was kissing a real man, as he got the movements down right. She slipped her hand down to his limp dick and gave it a small squeeze, a promise that she would work late again soon. And it looked like she wasn't going out with Steve and her co-workers next week after all! | 2 |
935 | All Grown Up | "My plane arrives at 6. Why don't you meet me at the TWA baggage claim area, and we can catch some dinner."
"See you then," was her response.
When I finally arrived in Denver, I was starved. It was a good thing that my sister and I were going out to dinner. I had been away at my job in Boston for 2 years and was excited about going to the Hunan Wok. I looked around for Ann, but could not find her.
"Hey, nutball!" I heard. Turning around, there she was. My younger sister at 18 years. In the two years that I had not seen her, she had changed. Her tomboy haircut was replaced by long straight red strands. And, for a change, she was smiling.
"Congratulations, I hear you're going to Harvard in the fall." I was making small talk to get my mind off my hunger. Once at the restaurant, we met up with our parents.
"Dave, you're so matured," Mom gushed.
"Actually, it's Ann who's really changed." What was once an awkward moody little girl was now a happy, smart, and beautiful young woman.
The phone rang. It was Ann. She had arrived in Cambridge and had settled into the dorm. I promised to show her around the city on her first night at college. After I got off work, I dropped by the campus to pick her up.
"Nice car." I smiled, knowing how much I was in debt to pay for the status of having a BMW. I gave her a quick tour of the city. The historic sites, the shopping areas, and so on. I took my baby sister to my apartment for dinner. She was going to see how domesticated I had become. When I lived at home, I swore that I'd never learn to cook or clean. And now, my apartment was dust-free and the chicken was delicious.
Being from Denver, the late August heat was too much for Ann. She pulled off her top shirt as we talked. I couldn't help but notice, in her t-shirt, that she really had matured. Not that it much mattered, but I was happy to see that brains and beauty could go together. I told her so. We chatted for a few hours about how things were at home, about college life, and Boston. I remembered what Mom said about keeping an eye on her. Looking at her in a t-shirt and shorts reminded me of that.
"Look, I know you don't want to hear this..." I began.
"Mom, right? Yeah, you don't need to worry. I think I'm smart enough to keep myself out of trouble." I knew she was, but I promised.
"If you need anything. Anything at all. I'm here."
A few weeks later, Ann called. It seems that she hates her roommate. Being the big responsible brother, I offered to let her stay with me while she found another roommate. I had forgotten what it was like to live with someone, especially your sister. Not that we argued like kids, but it was tense.
One evening, I was in the bathroom getting ready for bed. I had just stepped out of the shower and was grabbing for a towel when the door opened.
"Oops," said the intruder. "I didn't realize." However, instead of leaving, she just stayed. This used to happen when we were little. She'd just go into rooms without knocking. Despite her maturity and brains, this was one bad habit she had not kicked.
"Just go!" I said as I wrapped a towel around my waist. She backed out and closed the door. I finished getting cleaned up and pulled on my sleeping shorts. Leaving the bathroom, I looked into the living room. Ann had been sleeping on the couch. There she was, asleep. However, usually she would be wearing a large nightshirt. Tonight, she had on a pair of panties and was topless. At first, I was embarrassed. But my curiosity caused me to take another look. Her curves were smooth. Her breasts well-defined. Yes, she was all grown up.I sat down on the corner of the bed while I watched the show. She stroked her hands across her bra-covered chest. She rubbed the crotch of her shorts. And then, down they came. The redhead pranced around the room in her bra and panties. She grabbed a pillow off the bed and placed it between her legs. It dawned on me that she had likely done this before. She moved the pillow back and forth across her crotch. Occasionally, parts of it would slip away and then back. Little glimpses of her pubic hair were quickly covered by a return pass of the pillow. I was so turned on that I pulled off my shirt and pulled down my slacks. I sat there, in my boxer shorts, watching her remove her bra. She walked over to me and asked me to unsnap her bra. I placed a hand on the clasp, and with dexterity, unhooked the clasp. She returned to her dance and she pulled it away from her chest. She placed her hands on her beautiful globes and juggled them up and down. This was too much for me, I stood up and yanked down my shorts.
My sister raced over to my erect penis and started to give me the best blowjob I had ever received. Her tongue rippling over my penis and her lips moved back and forth over the length.
Just as I was about to ejaculate, she stopped. She lowered her panties to reveal her vagina. Down on the bed, with her legs spread. Just like that night I had come home. I bent down and licked at it, flicking her clitoris with my tongue.
I was getting into it, but when the hand touched my head, I looked up. Dear, sweet, Ann. She had a condom for me. "Put it on, and then put it in." Her language, it was shocking. But, I listened and unrolled the condom over my penis. Slowly I slid my penis into her. A few pumps, I started to shoot, filling up the condom. Even as I started to go flaccid, I continued to pump. It must have been useful, as Ann grabbed my butt and whined in orgasmic pleasure.
We both went to bed together, naked. We knew what we did was taboo. But we were safe about it. Some things never change. Ann and I always loved to play together. Now, instead of Monopoly, it was hot sex. We were both all grown up. | 2 |
956 | Lusting for Valerie | "I want an expense account!" my daughter told me one day at dinner.
"A what?"
"An expense account!" she went on excitedly, "Valerie's dad keeps money in a checking account at the bank just for her. That way, Val can write checks for whatever she wants, and her dad just keeps money in there to cover it."
"I don't think so," I told her. "We can go shopping for what you need."
"But, Dad, that's so embarrassing! Going to the store with your father! And you make me pick out such nerdy things! Valerie buys what she wants!"
"Amy, I don't think you should have that much latitude with money. I'll give you twenty bucks...."
"Twenty bucks? You can't find anything cool for twenty bucks!"
"Okay, thirty then..."
"That's not the point! Valerie has all the money she needs...."
I was getting mad now as I looked into my daughter's defiant, freckled face. "Amy, let's not have this 'What Valerie gets to do' conversation again. I'm not Valerie's dad, I'm yours. And I don't know why he lets her have her way so much..."
"Mr. McCreedy is cool! He's not full of old-fashioned ideas...."
"Forget it Amy!" I got up from the table. "Get your dishes done. I don't want to talk about crazy ideas like expense accounts for teenagers!"
"But Dad," her soft voice called from behind me as I left the kitchen, "can I have the thirty?"
I stopped and took a ten and twenty from my pocket and handed it to her.
"Valerie's coming over and we're going to the mall."
"The mall?""I don't like you hanging around at the mall."
"But Dad, that's where the clothes are!"
I guess I was being dumb about the mall. "Oh, alright," I said as I left the kitchen.
The next day, after work, I had to pick Amy and Valerie up from school. Valerie had talked Amy into joining the girls' tennis team, and the two of them were at practice.
I pulled up and spotted them. They were standing by a tree, in their tennis skirts, talking to two boys. In their matching tennis outfits, they looked like twin sisters.
I tooted the horn, and they came running, clutching their bags and rackets.
"Hi, Mr. Bristol," Valerie said as she pushed the bucket seat up and got in. I couldn't help but see a heart-stopping display of creamy, young thighs and white panties, under the short, tennis skirt as she maneuvered into the back. Val flashed a smile at me as she pulled the seat back. Amy jumped into the seat next to me.
"Hi, Daddy!" Amy said as she closed the door.
The heat was oppressive as I put the car in gear and sped off. I wanted to create a breeze to try and cool off.
As I drove through the afternoon traffic, I noticed, in the rearview mirror, Valerie resting back on the seat and fanning herself with her hand. I reached over and adjusted the mirror, and as I did, I caught a glimpse of her lap and stopped moving the mirror. Valerie was sitting in such a way, with her legs casually apart, that I could see the crotch of her panties between her thighs. The sight made the breath catch in my throat. I could see beads of sweat on her soft-looking skin, and the white crotch of her underpants showed with a long, moist spot in the center that followed the outline of her concealed feminine cleft.
"Whew! It sure is hot!" I heard her say from behind me as I tried to watch the road and her open nether area at the same time.
"I'll say!" Amy responded.
I saw Valerie's hand come into view, and she grabbed the short hem of the tennis skirt and started to wave it to fan her legs. "My clothes are sticking to me."
"Yeah," my daughter said, "we shouldn't have played too hard in this heat."
As I peered into the mirror, I saw both of Valerie's hands appear, and she opened her legs wide and grabbed the crotch of her panties and pulled the crotch out away from her.
At that moment, I got my first glimpse of Valerie's beautiful pussy in every detail. With her legs splayed open, I could see the thick, black, downy-looking pussy hair. It was perfectly formed from just above her pubic bone to just above her ass cheeks (compressed into the car seat). The area between her pussy lips was open, and I could see the pink, wet-looking inner lips and make out the opening of her vagina and her ample, pink clitoris above that. I stared into the mirror intently because I knew the display would only last a fleeting moment. But no. As I stared, Valerie pulled the white crotch far to the side with the long, slender fingers of one hand and began to rub up and down her pink, secretion-slickened, feminine trench with the fingertips of the other.
My cock was rock hard now as I watched her lift her behind from the seat a little, and her middle fingers formed a vee and parted her puffy outer lips so that my view was now deep into her moist-looking vagina.
Was she doing this on purpose, I asked myself?
Suddenly, a horn blared, and Amy reached over and grabbed the steering wheel as I turned my attention to the road and saw that we had drifted into the oncoming lane. "Look out!" Amy yelled, and I quickly regained myself and righted our path into the proper lane, narrowly missing a screaming, grey-haired woman in a Buick.
"What was THAT all about?" Amy asked, holding her hands together, over her heaving breasts, as she asked.
I looked into the mirror. Valerie was now sitting squarely on the back seat, and her legs were together.
"I guess I was daydreaming," I said lamely, and I heard Valerie giggle behind me.
I adjusted the rearview mirror and could see her grinning at me with her perfect, white teeth.
"Pay attention when you're driving, Daddy," my daughter scolded, and I directed my gaze back to the road.
"Yeah, Mr. Bristol. We could have a terrible accident," Valerie added behind me.
As I drove toward Valerie's house, my mind was reeling from what I had seen. Did this delectable young girl know that I was looking? Did she deliberately display her most intimate area for me? Did she know what she was doing? Did she want to excite me so?
Man! I hadn't had any pussy since the divorce. My balls were on fire! Oh, would I love to sink my throbbing cock into that little girl's tight snatch!
But what was I thinking? I could NEVER do that! Valerie was the same age as my Amy! I couldn't imagine a boy touching my little baby! Let alone a full-grown MAN touching her! That was UNTHINKABLE! And Valerie was the same age! NO! I had to put that thought out of my head.
"Oh, phooey!" I heard Valerie's voice from the back seat. "I broke a nail playing tennis!"
"That's a shame, Val," Amy said, "they were all so perfect."
"Darn," Valerie continued, and I felt her hand on the back of my seat as she pulled herself between the buckets and me and Amy. "Look, Mr. Bristol," she said as she put her finger in front of my face.
I could plainly see the chipped fingernail before my eyes, but I began to thrill as I detected even more. The strong, enticing scent of teenage pussy wafted to my nostrils from her crooked finger.
God! My whole body started to tremble, and I began to sweat as the primitive part of my brain registered the message from my nose that the smell of raw, sweet pussy was in the air.
I took her soft, small hand and moved it slowly away from my face.
"It'll grow back," I said.
We were in front of Valerie's two-story house now.
"Gotta go!" Val said as I stopped at the curb.
Amy got out and pulled the seat up to let Valerie leave, and I saw a display of the back of her panties as she maneuvered herself from the car.
I sat, clutching the steering wheel as the two girls stood, by the open car door, and talked. "Are you staying over tonight?" Amy asked her.
"I don't know," Valerie answered, "I guess it's up to your dad. If he wants me over all night."
Thoughts of Valerie, in her nightie, walking around the house, flashed through my mind.
Amy leaned down to look at me. "Is it okay?"
"Yes!" I had to restrain the excited tone of my voice.
"Oh," Valerie said, but I could only see her from her chest down to her knees through the open car door (the best parts). "I almost forgot. I'm supposed to be with Mike tonight. I promised him some time with me."
"Tell him that you'll see him some other time," I said.
Valerie leaned down to look in at me now. Bent low, I could see the cleavage between her firm, young breasts. (Breasts that I bet Mike - among others - had felt. Man, those boys were lucky sons of bitches!) "Oh, gee, Mr. Bristol. You can't expect me to disappoint Mikey. I promised him," she cooed at me with her beautiful green eyes peering at mine. Then she smiled widely. "I know, why don't you let Mike come over tonight too? The three of us can watch a video, and Mike will go home early..."
"Yeah, Dad," Amy added.
I didn't know. I didn't want Amy around boys like Mike. He had such big hands. Hands that could wrap around a young, innocent girl's...
"Please!" Amy started to mewl like the little girl she still was.
"Please, Mr. Bristol?"
I shook my head to clear it of the pleading. But what the hell. What could the young little fucker do with me there? I'd keep an eye on things. "Okay, girls."
Amy and Valerie began to jump up and down and hug each other excitedly like teenage girls do.
"See you tonight at seven," Amy said, and she got in, and I watched Valerie's girlish ass sway in her tennis skirt as she walked towards her front door.
"Why did you do that, Dad?" Amy asked as we drove home.
I started to sweat again. "Do what?"
"Embarrass me in front of Val?"
"I don't know what you mean."
"Yes, you do. You talked like it was bad to have Mike over."
Oh, was that what she was talking about? "Amy, we've talked about this before. I don't think eighteen-year-old girls should have boys over at night."
"Why?"
"Because there's no telling what will happen."
"What will happen? Daddy, what do YOU think could happen?"
"I'm no fool, Amy. Boys are the reason that girls get pregnant! Don't you know that?"
"Daddy! What kind of boy do you think Mike is? He would never do anything like that! Mike is our friend. He's not interested in us for THAT!"
"Amy, ALL boys are interested in THAT!"
Amy started to pout. "Maybe back in YOUR day..."
"MY day? What do you mean MY day? Nothing has changed, little girl. Boys are still boys!"
"Daddy!" She protested. "Why do you think that way? Valerie's father lets her..."
"I don't want to hear about that again!"
"But her father TRUSTS her! He lets her go out with boys because he knows she's a NICE girl!"
I wondered if I should tell her about what I saw in the mirror. But what exactly did I see? Was it a slutty little girl showing her pussy to a man old enough to be her father, or was I some kind of sick old man who was spying on an innocent teenager adjusting her clothing in the heat?
"Look, Amy, I trust you. But I know how relentless boys can be. I just don't think you're ready to handle yourself when they start to demand their way."
"Daddy!"
"I want to keep you as pure as you are so that, someday when I walk you down the aisle in your white dress, you will be a sweet, blushing, virgin bride for your husband. Is Valerie?"
"What kind of question is that? Of course, she is! She doesn't do things with boys, and neither do I. We just like boys for friends!"
Oh, what was the point? I figured it best to just drop the subject for now."LUSTING FOR VALERIE"
CHAPTER 3
Amy made macaroni and cheese for dinner, and I went into the den and started work on the Sunday supplement article that was due on Monday. Evening came, and when I went into the living room for a break, Amy, Valerie, and Mike were all huddled on the couch playing Nintendo. I could see the colored light from the screen playing across their faces. The TV was the only light in the room, and I walked over and turned on a lamp. The three didn't seem to notice.
I got myself a cold Miller from the refrigerator and went back in the den to work.
Around eleven, I left the den again. My fingers and eyes were aching from the work. I could hear a movie going as I entered the room. Amy and Valerie had laid a double sleeping bag on the carpet to sleep in, and they were wearing matching, long t-shirts that they had bought at the mall to look like sisters. It was funny how alike they looked in them. They were sitting cross-legged on the floor, eating potato chips and watching the movie. Mike, a tall, muscled, blonde-haired boy, was laying on the couch, his big hands in his pockets.
"How's the movie?" I asked, and watched the girls' faces turn up to me.
"Great!" Valerie said. "It's about this guy who screws this girl who turns out to be a guy."
"What?"
"Nothing, Daddy. It's a movie that won an award. A film award. An Oscar or something."
I looked at the TV. Everyone seemed to have their clothes on.
Valerie giggled.
"How's it going, Mike?" I asked.
Mike made a leggy display of sitting up and wiping potato chip crumbs from his shirt. "Great, Mr. Bristol. Thanks for having me over."
"Sure," I said. "It's getting late though. You should be going soon."
"Yeah, sure thing."
"Not till the movie's over, Daddy!"
"Right," I said reluctantly, "when the movie's over."
I got another beer and went back to work.
At 12:30, I had enough of work. I turned off the IBM and the table lamp and started for the door to the living room. I could hear the movie still playing. It couldn't be the same film, I told myself. They must have rented two.
The door was ajar, and I pushed it open quietly and looked into the living room. Amy was in the double sleeping bag. All I could see was her long, brown hair in a tumble at her pillow. She must be sleeping. Poor, tired kid. All that tennis activity.
I looked on the floor for Valerie. She wasn't there. I had to creep into the room a little more to see the couch. There she was. She was laying on her side. Her big, green eyes looking at the TV.
That was odd, my brain registered for a moment, Valerie's one arm was visible under her long, brown hair, and I could see the hand of her other arm at her chest, but there seemed to be a third arm at her thin, wasp-like waist!
I crept silently ahead to gain a better look at the couch. Mike was laying behind her. He was watching the movie too, but with his arm around that exquisite little body. A body that was clad only in the t-shirt and a pair of panties!
I wanted to yell out, but something made me stop and break into a sweat. I could see Mike's hand start to rove up and down the girlish curve of Valerie's hip. It came to rest on her thigh for a time and then moved slowly back up, under her t-shirt, and I saw it burrow up, under the material, until it stopped over her breast.
That dirty, DIRTY, lucky, fucking little bastard! I quickly looked down to make sure that my little girl WAS asleep and unaware of what her friend and this little prick were doing. She was sleeping though and turned away from the activity on the couch.
So Mike wasn't that way, huh? So Valerie wasn't that kind of girl, huh? Then what was this? What were they doing? It looked pretty obvious to me! It looked, to me, like nothing had changed since I was a teenager. It looked, to me, like boys still wanted what boys had ALWAYS wanted from girls. And that some girls were still willing to give it to them.
I watched for a time as Mike's hand played over the twin swells of her young breasts, under her t-shirt. I didn't know exactly what I was feeling as I watched him feel her up. Was I angry at what they were doing? I think I was. They had a lot of nerve to do this here, in my house, on my couch, right in the same room with my innocent little Amy. But I also realized, as I silently watched, that I had a raging hard-on that was throbbing in my pants like I would never have believed it could. Shit! The sight of the teens engaging in sexual exploration was turning me on! But I was also embarrassed and ashamed, at myself, for watching them like this.
I turned and went back into the den and the darkness. I turned on the computer screen for light and sat down.
What was I supposed to do in this situation? I had to do something. Would Valerie's Dad want me to let Mike fuck his daughter in MY living room? No! Wouldn't I want Mr. McCreedy to stop things if this were happening to my darling little Amy at his house?
I jumped back up, at the thought of my little girl, and walked back to the living room door. I crept slowly and silently forward, staring at the couch until the two teens came into view again.
I stopped and froze. I could hardly breathe. Valerie was now on her back, and I could see Mike's hand stuffed into her silky, white panties. Her legs were slightly apart, and I could see his arm moving as his hand worked at her pussy inside her underpants. Val's eyes were closed, and Mike was looking down at her loins as he (most likely) finger-fucked her. Valerie's little hand was squeezing the immense bulge at the front of Mike's jeans.
I suddenly noticed that the movie was over, and the TV was just emitting a blue light into the room. It was dead silent. All I could hear was Amy's breathing (on the floor in the sleeping bag), Mike and Valerie's panting, and... something else... something wildly nasty and erotic... I strained my ears to hear it... it was the wet, sucking sound Valerie's pussy was making as Mike fucked her with his finger.
I started to shake with excitement. I couldn't control myself. I felt light-headed, and my knees were wobbly. I turned and went quickly back to the den.
Mike was going to fuck her! I KNEW it! He was actually going to have some of that wonderful pussy that I wanted so badly. How DARE he? How DARE he have what I wanted? And in MY house, right under MY nose!
I started to pace, back and forth, in the dimly lit den. I was wearing a hole in the carpeted floor! I paced and paced and paced, trying to figure out what to do. How could I stop them? Or... did I WANT to stop them? Is that what I wanted, at that moment, or did I really WANT to see them fuck?
I stopped pacing and walked to the living room again. It was still quiet, but I could detect a wet sound. Was it the sound of his finger working in her? Or was it his little cock in her now? As I crept forward and the couple came into view, I could, at first, only see Mike, laying on his back now, with his eyes closed. Then, as I moved toward the couch, I could see Valerie kneeling between his legs. Her head was at the level where Mike's prick would be. I couldn't see what she was doing, under the drape of long, brown hair, but from the way her head was bobbing, I knew that she was sucking his cock!
I watched as if in a trance. I had to grab my own rigid member, inside my pants, to soothe the pain of my agonizing hard-on.
Val's head bobbed and bobbed, and I could see Mike thrusting up at her sweet face from the couch.
"Damn Valerie," Mike whispered loudly, "Damn! I'm gonna' cum!"
Valerie's head snapped up, and she pulled her hair back to look at him. She was grinning. I could see his cock bobbing just below her dimpled chin. It was surging as it made ready to erupt with his bountiful load of youthful cum.
"Not yet," Valerie whispered.
"God, Val," he said. "You said I could shoot in your mouth!"
"After, Mikey. Get me off first! I really need to cum after all that playing around you did!"
"Sure," Mike whispered. "God, you're hot, Val! You can suck like nobody ever sucked!" He sat up and took hold of her face and a couple handfuls of her long, brown tresses with it. I could see their faces come together and hear the sounds of their open mouths probing wetly.
Valerie pulled back. "Suck me, Mike! God, I'm so horny! Eat my pussy and get me off!"
"Gotta' pee first," he said, and I backed up, into the doorway, as he stood up, holding his pants at his waist. He walked to the stairway, and I heard him go up and then the sound of the bathroom door closing.
Valerie got up. She moved over my sleeping daughter and called down. "Amy! Amy, kid, are you sleeping?" She set her foot on Amy's body and shook her. "A-m-y?" she sang.
Amy stirred for a moment and moaned in sleepy defiance and then pulled the sleeping bag over her head.
"Okay," Val said, "none for you!"
I watched as Valerie wriggled out of her panties and then stretched and yawned. With her arms up, the bottom of her t-shirt lifted, and I could see her perfectly formed pussy in the blue light. The sight made me swoon.
Valerie walked over and turned off the television. The room plunged into darkness. Then she walked back to the couch and lay down. I could just make out her form in the dim light from the street-lamp at the curb. Now Valerie placed her hands over her beautiful snatch, opened her legs wide, and started to work at her pussy. I could hear it making wet sounds as her fingers churned her plentiful, young, feminine secretions.
I was going mad! A crazy, urgent, sick thought flashed through my mind. I don't know what possessed me, other than sexual frenzy. I walked around the couch, so that I was coming in the direction that Mike had left, and I got to my knees and crawled to her.I quickly took her hands from her pussy and buried my face into the hot, strongly sexual-scented area between little Valerie's parted legs. My tongue went directly into her sweet-tasting vagina, and I began to suck for all I was worth, savoring the syrupy, tangy nectar of the girl as it thickly flowed over my probing tongue.
"Ohhhh! That's so good! God!" I could hear her, even though her creamy thighs were now pressed against my ears. I could feel her scented, bushy pubic hair tickling my nose as I ate her out with a vengeance, licking up and down her tangy, slick trench with a broad, rigid tongue.
"Ohhhhhh," she cried as I felt her lifting her soft ass from the couch cushion and her leg muscles tightening, "suck! Suck me hard! I'm cumming! Suck it out!"
I did! I entered her vagina and sucked and sucked as I felt her pussy walls clutching at my deeply buried tongue. I sucked even harder, and I could taste her sweet cum as I drew it into my mouth and thankfully swallowed the very essence of young, teenage girl.
Valerie's hands pushed my face from her soaking crotch, and she sat up quickly, wrapped her arms around me, and hugged me. "God, Mr. Bristol," she said breathlessly in my ear, "you sure suck pussy great!"
I was shocked! She knew! She knew it was me?
I pushed her back and looked at her sweetly grinning face.
"Valerie! I'm..."
She put her pussy-scented hand to my mouth. "Don't talk, Mr. Bristol. Mike will hear you!"
I looked into her wide, green eyes, dumbfounded.
"I want you to fuck me! I want to feel you inside me, Mr. Bristol. I want you to fuck me and cum in me! I want to feel it!"
I moved her hand and peered into her breathless face. "But Mike..."
"I don't want a boy! I can have any boy I want! I want to feel a man! I want a strong man to fuck me hard!" As she said it, she leaned back, opened her legs wide, and used both hands to spread her pussy lips apart. Her crotch was only an inch from my own.
I undid my zipper and pulled my pants down to my knees at the floor. I positioned my engorged cock-head at her vaginal opening and pressed the head into her hot, tight, receptive hole. God, it felt so good as it pressed in! I looked down at her flat stomach and the sight of my large cock pressing into her bushy muff.
Just then, we heard the toilet flush upstairs.
Valerie pushed me back, and my cock-head popped out of her clutching girl-opening.
"I gotta' get rid of Mike," she whispered. "Just give me a few minutes to send him away. Go into your den and come back when I call you, okay?" She leaned forward, wrapped her arm around my neck, drew my face to hers, and pushed her open mouth, with its full, supple lips and white, perfect teeth, into mine. I opened my mouth for her sweet-tasting tongue and sucked. Then she loudly broke our kiss and pushed me away. We could hear Mike coming down the stairs. "Go!"
I jumped up, trying to quickly pull my pants up, and ran to the den. I almost tripped as I went, and once inside the darkened room, I pulled off my trousers and tossed them on the floor. I could feel the air of the room on my exposed, stiffened cock. Its tip was slick with her pussy juice and my pre-cum. I stood in the darkness for a few minutes, waiting impatiently. What was she doing? Why wasn't she calling me? I was ready! I wanted it! I had to have it!
I listened with all my might, but heard nothing. I had no patience for this! What was she waiting for?
I grabbed my cock to stop it from bobbing and then crept back into the living room.
I could see Mike sitting on the couch with his head tilted back. I moved forward, as far as I dared to, so that I could see Valerie, between his naked, hairy, muscled, parted legs. She was sucking his hard cock again, only this time I could see it as she had it deep in her sexy mouth. I could see her cheeks move as her tongue worked in her mouth, administering to the sensitive head of his throbbing cock.
"God yes!" Mike whispered loudly as Valerie's head began to bob. Her eyes were closed as she worked.
Mike was breathing heavily, and I could see his stomach muscles tighten and his chest heaving. "Ohh, Valerie! Ohhh, you do that so sweet and sexy! Ohhhh, yes!" Mike was urgently whispering.
Valerie opened her mouth and pushed her sweet face closer to Mike's loins, and I knew his cock must be very deep in her throat now. I could see her fingers wrapping around his balls as his pubic area began to rise off of the sofa.
"Shit!" he whispered loudly and hoarsely. "I'm going to cum, Val! Don't stop! I'm going to cum in your mouth! Arglhhh!"
Valerie's eyes flashed open for a moment, and she looked directly up at me. I knew that, at that instant, she was taking in the first, massive spurt of his hot, thick cum.
"Suck!" Mike whispered. "Suck it! Suck it!"
Valerie's cheeks imploded as she sucked the sperm from the pulsing head of the teenager's throbbing cock. I could see the muscles of her throat moving and hear her as she swallowed once, twice, three times, four times... How much cum did this young buck have in him?
"Suck, Val! I can feel it shooting in your mouth! God! Suck it all out!"
Mike, who had been rigid as a board, suddenly fell back on the couch, breathing wildly. His cock plopped from Valerie's pretty mouth, and I could see a strand of thick, white cum roll out over her full, lower lip and down her chin. She reached up with her finger and gathered the liquid and pushed it back into her mouth.
"God, Val," Mike exclaimed, "you're the greatest cock sucker in the world!"
Valerie giggled. "Mikey, your sperm is all over my mouth. It's clinging to my teeth and coating my tongue, and I must have swallowed a pint! I couldn't believe how many times you spurted." She smacked her lips and smiled (more toward me), "God, I love the taste of boy cum!" She stood up and pulled on Mike's arm. "Common' now," she said, "you gotta' go!"
"But what about you? I thought you wanted your pussy licked?"
"Some other time."
Mike stood, and I backed up to the den door.
"I gotta' go say goodnight to Mr. Bristol," Mike said, and I quickly went into the den, pulled my pants back on, turned on the computer, and sat down, as if I had been there the whole night.
After a few moments, Mike came in. His pants were on and zipped up tight. "Good night, Mr. Bristol. I had a great time."
Yeah, you did, you fucking little shithead! "Oh, I was glad to have you over, Michael. Come again some time."
"Sure thing," he said, with a slightly puzzled expression due to the double meaning of my comment.
He turned and left the room. I was alone, thinking of nothing but the wonderful, teenage pussy I was going to have in a moment.
I pulled off my pants to let my pulsing and painfully hardened cock have some wagging room. I took my shirt off as well. I was naked as a jaybird as I trembled in anticipation of the tasty treat to come.
I could hear Mike and Valerie talking, saying their goodbyes, I guessed, as I waited for her to call me in for pussy time. God, I ached for it! I was on sexual fire. I could still taste the sweetness of Valerie on my lips. I put my tongue out. Shit, the area around my face was crusty with dried, young pussy sauce. I ran my tongue around my face to lick it all up. It was still spicy-tasting!
I could still hear them talking. Shit! What was taking so long? I wanted pussy. I had to have it! I hadn't cum in months. I had a huge load. A load that must be bigger even than Mike's, waiting to burst out into Valerie's waiting, hot hole!
I strained my ears... listening... it was quiet. Dead quiet. I could hear the wall clock ticking, from across the house, in the dining room.
"Ready, Mr. Bristol!" I heard her call.
I jumped up like a massive spring had unwound in the seat below my hairy, naked ass. I ran out of the room but checked my speed as I thought about Amy, sleeping on the floor. Was she awake? Had she heard Val and Mike saying goodbye? I walked carefully and slowly in the dim light. I peered over the couch at the floor. Amy was still there. Sleeping soundly and still covered with the sleeping bag. I could see her long, brown hair billowing from under the flap.
I looked down at the couch, Val was laying on her side, waiting.
I walked around and got on the couch behind her. Her curvy back was to me, and I could feel her soft ass on my cock and smell her fragrant, brown hair in front of my face.
I wanted to savor all of this!
I ran my hand up and down the teenage curves of her tight, youthful body. Just as Mike had done. I felt the outside of her hot thighs and then ran my hand up her shirt and clutched the most wonderful, warm, smooth, firm breast I had ever felt. Its nipple was hard and supple. I put it between my fingers and heard the breath catch in her throat.
I ran my hand down her flat, smooth stomach to the abundant patch of downy fur at her hard pubic bone. I ran my fingers through the hair and then pushed them between her legs. Her pussy crack was wet but not as wet as it had been after I had licked her. It must have dried some after her orgasm in my face. I pushed my finger into her slit and felt her open her legs a little. I began to swirl my fingers around her protruding clitoris and felt her stiffen as the pleasures surged through her youthful, feminine body.
I began to rub my stiff cock on her soft ass as I felt her pussy, but had to stop for fear of ejaculating before I even got it in her. She was just TOO sexy a thing to even imagine. I was shaking with anticipation of plunging my most sensitive, masculine probe deep into the center of her budding womanhood!
I pulled my hand from her pussy and pushed my fingers to my nose. Man oh man!The smell of fresh pussy was even stronger now than it had been earlier!
It was time! This was it! I was going to have it!
I made one more check of the sleeping bag on the floor. Amy was still sleeping. I could make out the outline of her chest as it heaved with the deep breathing of her slumber. She would never know!
I pushed my arm under Valerie's thin waist and down to her pussy. I used my fingers to open her furry lips and felt her legs open for me. I reached down with my other hand and took my cock and guided it down her soft ass crack until I felt it pushing into her slick girl notch. Valerie shifted so that the angle was just right, and I slowly began to enter her.
God, it felt so good! She was so damn tight! I pushed harder and felt the knob at the end of my shaft pop into her open vagina. The sensations were incredible! I pushed some more and heard, and felt, her hold her breath for a moment. It seemed to be hurting her, but she didn't say for me to stop. I pushed in some more and heard a soft squeak from her mouth.
"Does it hurt?" I whispered.
She shook her head.
"Can I put it all in?"
She nodded.
I pushed some more. A full two inches was in cock heaven now! This girl was tight. Very tight! I pushed some more as I began to rub her clit with my fingers. I figured I should take time to make sure the little girl was lubricated before I went any further. I softly rubbed and rubbed her trigger, going a little faster and harder as I began to feel her moving her lower body around on my hand and cock. Soon her young, heart-shaped ass was churning, and I pushed my cock into her body some more. Most of it was in now, and my urge to cum was overpowering! I stopped rubbing, and she lay still for a time. I waited until my breathing had returned to normal and then I pushed the rest of my cock into the heat of her body and began to fuck this curvy little girl for real.
I fucked and fucked, hearing her whimper and coo as I rodded her. She soon began to fuck back on me, and I thrilled to the sensations of my cock in her belly and her soft ass pressing into my lower stomach. I began to rub her clit harder and heard her starting to chirp from impending orgasm.
I started to thrust with greater speed and fury. A sex frenzy took hold of me, and I began to lose control. I fucked her hard, hearing her ass slapping on my loins as I deeply thrust into the tightest pussy I had ever known. I could smell her sex real strongly now, and it spurred me on to even greater levels of carnal lust. My balls were about to boil over, and I was at the point of no return.
Then I felt her insides start to clutch my cock in a strong pulsing grip. Valerie's legs went tight, and I knew she was cumming!
I ran my free hand up her soft stomach to her firm tit and squeezed it tightly, pulling her little body to me.
Then the world stopped. Everything stopped. I knew I was about to have the orgasm of a lifetime! Several moments seemed to pass with time suspended, and me on the edge of a massive release. My breathing stopped, my vision stopped, my hearing stopped, my heart stopped. Everything stopped. All feeling was gone except the overpowering feeling of gripping, slick pussy and soft, warm tit and the sensations of cock and the smell of sex. And then BANG! I began to cum. I began to spew male seed into this little girl like I never knew a man could! It was an atomic orgasm the likes of which the world had never known! I grunted like a bull, loudly as my cock shot thick cum into Valerie's insides. I must have shot sperm holes right through her young uterus! I must have riddled the poor girl's ovaries! I must have shot sperm clear past her sexual organs and impregnated her lungs!
I clutched the teenager to me and came and came and came, in her sweet, curvy little body, until I was an exhausted wreck.
I lay for a moment, trying to catch my breath, trying to regain consciousness as I felt my cock still pulsing inside her. Wow! Was that a cum!
I closed my watering eyes, took my hand from her tit, and grabbed her soft face. I had to thank this young girl for the fuck of my life! I turned her face to me, meshed my lips into hers, and kissed her. I pushed my tongue deep into her mouth and sucked the nectar of youth, feeling her tongue sparring with mine and smelling the hot, sweet air from her nose as she breathed laboriously and sucked back.
I was amazed when I noticed that my cock was still hard inside of her. Valerie was so tight that her vaginal muscles wouldn't let the blood out of my cock. I began to fuck some more as I sucked her mouth. Another few jets of sperm suddenly shot from me and deep into her as I had a second orgasm. I couldn't believe it!
I pulled my mouth reluctantly away from hers and pushed my face to the back of her head, totally drained of all my sperm and energy. I wrapped both my arms around her small waist and hugged her soft body to me, feeling my cock still baking in her hot, cum-filled tummy.
As the lust quickly left me, I was suddenly sickened by the thought of what I had just done. What had possessed me? What had I been thinking with? It would be the worst possible thing if Amy knew that I had just had sex with her little girlfriend. She could use the information to get what she wanted from here on out.
I hoped that the sounds of raw sex hadn't woken her. Worried now, I opened my eyes and raised up to look over the top of Valerie's head and check down on Amy. The sleeping bag was open, and I found myself staring into the green eyes of Valerie as she peered back up at me from the bag on the floor. She grinned sweetly with her perfect teeth. "How did it feel, Mr. Bristol?" she asked. | 1 |
974 | XXX-Men #1 (Archangel & Psylocke) | "I had a wonderful time, Warren," she said as they walked up the front steps and approached the mansion's door, arm in arm. She smiled radiantly, and her violet eyes sparkled in the moonlight.
"Me too, Betsy. What's not to love about an enchanting evening of dining and dancing on the rooftops of New York City with the most beautiful British/Asian ninja telepath in the world?" he smirked.
"No mean feat, considering I'm the only one we know of, Mr. Charmer," she slapped him on the shoulder. "Surely you can do better than that!"
"Okay, okay, the most beautiful *woman* in the world," he amended. She looked skeptical for a moment, then smiled again.
"Very impressive, Warren. A surface probe has verified your sincerity. That's the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me," she crooned and planted an electric kiss on his lips. He pulled her closer, returning the kiss passionately, their bodies ground together, and his loins tingled with a hot, maddening sensation. He felt a pang of regret as they broke apart. He reached into his pocket and fished out his key. He opened the door and invited Betsy to enter with a bow of the head and a sweeping gesture with his arm. She nodded in acquiescence and stepped into the foyer ahead of him.
They ascended the stairs to the second floor, and at the top, Warren stood and looked at her awkwardly. He blushed a little, which created an interesting effect on his light blue skin. He didn't know how to proceed and felt like such an adolescent for it. He felt that he was getting all kinds of signals from Betsy all night, but he hadn't been with a woman in two years, since his last long-time girlfriend Candy Southern was murdered as he watched helplessly, and they'd been serious for nearly six years. He didn't have sex with Charlotte Jones during their short relationship, as the right time never presented itself. So it had been almost eight years since he'd been in the position of a first sexual encounter with a new lover!
If Betsy was picking up any of this, she showed no sign. She just kissed him on the cheek and turned on her heel towards the left and the women's dormitories, sparing him a backwards glance and a wink. She sauntered off, and Warren was left to gape stupidly, watching her ass as it shifted beneath her slinky red evening gown before she disappeared around the corner, and wonder what the hell happened.
"Damn!" he whispered through clenched teeth. He shrugged his shoulders and shook his head slightly in disappointment and proceeded to follow Betsy halfway down the hall, taking a right just beyond the stairway to Ororo's attic, through the galley and into the bath and dressing rooms.
He flicked on the light and began to undress, neatly folding his tuxedo and setting it aside. Warren took slight notice of the hard-on he was sporting. His nine-inch blue penis stood proudly up and out from his short bush of groomed, sharply contrasting blond pubic hair. He chastised himself inwardly; he hadn't been with a woman in two years, but he still styled his pubic hair out of the force of habit that he'd made as a millionaire playboy. He was a compulsive groomer. He turned on the water in the shower and stepped inside. Warren sighed heavily and tried to relax and let the tension be washed away by the water rushing over his smoothly muscled body and be carried down the drain.
It wasn't working.
Betsy had him so worked up that he could have just grabbed her and fucked them both senseless right there on the front steps. He chuckled a little; the professor wouldn't be likely to appreciate that. Plus, Bobby could be back from Long Island with Rogue any time, as a visit with his parents never lasted very long. Warren tried to imagine Bobby and Rogue profusely excusing themselves and stepping over and around he and Betsy's twisting, grunting, sweating bodies.
Imagining this little scene wasn't helping him cool down any. Warren was lathering his hair and looked back down at his unebbing erection; he considered a moment and then closed his soapy fist around the massive organ and began to masturbate. He slid his slick fist furiously up and down his shaft and fantasized about Betsy, until, standing on his toes with his arched back to the steaming water, he came, spilling out copious amounts of jizz from his aching, purple head.
*That* was working. No substitute for Betsy's flesh, but it got rid of that maddening hard-on and loosened him up a bit. Besides, Warren was no stranger to jacking off during this two-year, *and counting*, he thought with melancholy, dry spell.
He finished cleaning up and dried off. He proceeded to the adjoining dressing rooms and found his bathrobe among the rest of the team's robes and a stockpile of standard blue and gold training uniforms. He put it on, picked up his tuxedo, and proceeded back through the galley, down the hall, past the staircase to the first floor and the foyer, and to the men's dormitory wing. As he approached the door to his room, he noticed that it was slightly ajar. Battle-honed suspicion kicked into high gear; he dropped the tux and squinted his eagle-sharp eyes. Fully tensed and ready to unfurl his deadly wings, he twisted into a stance from which he could slam the door wide open with a powerful side kick.
<Warren,> the gentle telepathic voice reached him, and calm flowed through his mind and body, stopping him in mid-kick. But the adrenaline didn't stop pumping into his system as he recognized the voice and realized what it must mean. He opened the door and turned the dimmer knob above the light switch, illuminating the room in a soft glow.
Betsy sat stark naked at the edge of his four-poster bed, her left leg dangling over the edge and the other tucked up under her. Her hands rested on her left knee, which caused her arms to press her 44-DD breasts together, creating an amazingly sensual effect.
*Warren, my boy,* he thought to himself, *you're gonna get laid after all,* and unconsciously closed the door behind him.Betsy jiggled a little with laughter like the tinkling of bells, and said, "How perceptive you are, Mr. Worthington," as she slid off the bed's satin comforter, making a small swishing noise. She stood tall, and Warren marveled at her voluptuous, athletic body. Smooth, flawless bronze skin, shapely limbs, a flat belly slightly rippled with the faint suggestion of feminine abs, large breasts with plum nipples that complemented her darkish skin beautifully, an elegant Asian face that managed to carry and suggest her British-born aristocracy in a unique effect, and flowing lustrous deep purple hair. Warren noticed that her little triangle of pubic hair was purple as well, meaning that while Betsy Braddock was blond by birth, Kwannon's exotic hair color must have been natural. Unless she dyed that too, but that seemed unlikely.
Warren gulped and licked his lips in a nervous gesture, a little sweat popped up on his brow, and he trembled slightly as Betsy strode toward him confidently, heaving her chest with deep breaths, a no doubt intentional effect. She reached out to him, placing one hand on his shoulder and the other on the base of his neck, and pulled herself to him, mashing herself against his body and fiercely kissing him. She finessed the folds of his robe open with her knees, and, positioning her left leg between his legs and her right leg alongside the outside of his left leg, she began to grind her crotch against his left hip. Lifting her left leg to his crotch, she began to rub his balls with it.
Warren's eyes bulged, and his heartbeat became erratic, thumping in his chest and temples so hard he thought he might pass out. She had sucked his tongue into her mouth and was rolling hers around it, *she was <chewing> on his tongue!*, alternating between little nips at the tip with her incisors and grinding it lightly between her molars. Warren gasped deeply, forgetting to breathe through his nose and almost choked. Betsy sent a telepathic cascade of laughter, like a babbling brook, across his mind. She continued to suck his face, tickling the roof of his mouth and licking his teeth for a while before she began to close her mouth, forcing his to close with it by sucking the air out of him. A loud, astoundingly dry, smacking sound was produced when both their lips came together, and the seal was broken.
Warren let out a nervous laugh, little "huh" sounds between gasps for breath. "Wow," he whispered sincerely with glazed eyes. Betsy untied his robe and pushed it over his shoulders so that it dropped off his body. She put her hands on his hips and lowered to her knees. *Good lord!* he thought, his head spinning, *the <kiss> almost got me off!*
Betsy cradled his genitals in her hands, cupping his sack in her palms and holding his stiff member between her thumbs. She massaged his nuts and gently kissed the head of his cock, wetting it with saliva. She tilted it upward and flattened her tongue onto his balls, slowly running it up the underside of his shaft and, upon reaching the end, swiftly gulped down his entire penis, tightened her lips snugly around the base of his dick, and slowly retreated to the head, which she began to polish with her tongue. Then she licked the side of his cock in a back and forth motion before taking it back into her mouth and continued to give him the best head of his life. Sucking, licking, and nibbling him into new heights of ecstasy.
"Wait," he panted, heavily setting his hand on her head when he was teetering on the edge of an orgasm. She disengaged and stood, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand. He was beginning to get over his initial shock and befuddlement and was ready to take a more confident and active role. He took her by the waist and guided her to the bed. He lifted her into his arms and slid onto the bed, setting her down with her head on the pillows. He opened her legs and sat between them with his legs folded under him.
She was so beautiful, lying naked on red satin, one arm lay slightly crooked at her side, the other bent in a right angle, lying palm upward. Her eyes were closed, and her lips were slightly parted. Her head was tilted to one side, stretching her elegant long neck. Warren was drawn to that neck, he bent down and kissed it gently. She smelled of tropical flowers, light and sweet. He trailed kisses down her body, lingering on her breasts and belly. He was forced to untuck his legs and lie flat as he moved downward.
Now he was propped on his elbows between her silky thighs, his face only inches in front of her pussy. He reached out and placed two fingers on the soft folds of her labia, which were the same plum color of her nipples, and spread them open to reveal the glistening pink within. He touched the tip of his tongue to that pink flesh, capturing the salty tang of her juices. Betsy moaned slightly. Warren clamped his mouth onto her mound and forced his tongue inside of her, slithering it along her petal-like folds and grinding her clitoris. Betsy writhed and twisted. As Warren continued his oral ministrations, she reached her first climax and began to thrash around so hard he could hardly keep his lips affixed, so he slid his arms under her legs and locked them around her thighs. He rose to his knees, lifting her hips and leaving only her head and shoulders still in contact with the bed, he pressed on with determination, relentlessly licking and sucking and pulling at her folds with his lips. She came noisily again, and he was spurred on by her reaction and the musky smell of her fluids. Less than a minute later, she came a third time, and he stopped eating her out and set her down.
Betsy lay there catching her breath, covered in a glistening sheen of sweat, her chest and abdomen heaving. Warren leaned over and kissed her on the mouth once before inserting his dick between her wet and swollen pussy lips and into her tight channel with a low grunt. He rammed it in to the hilt, until he felt his sack come to rest between her buttocks. He was instantly enraptured by the hot sensation and saw double for a moment. He didn't really realize how much he missed this and was struck all at once by overwhelming passion, love for Betsy, and joy at their sharing this, and bittersweet memories of Candy.
Taken by a brilliant, spontaneous and exciting whim, he lifted Betsy's shoulders up, crossing his arms behind her back. He pressed her to his chest and rolled the two of them over. He sat up, scooted over to the edge of the bed, and stood, holding Betsy off the ground by pressing one arm across her back and supporting her under the ass with the other, all the while managing to keep himself deep inside of her. Betsy squealed a little with surprise by this sudden and swift movement, reflexively grabbing his shoulders and wrapping her legs around his hips to keep from falling.
"What are you...?" she stammered, staring at him with a look of confusion. He just smiled broadly at her and didn't answer. He disabled the security on his windows by entering his code on the remote control that lay on the nightstand. He proceeded to the window, bracing her against the sill for a moment while he threw it open.
"Don't scream, please," he asked her quietly, "we've already made too much racket," he grinned, and pushed forward, sending them tumbling into the night.
"Warren!" she yelped, her eyes widening impossibly as she clutched him crushingly tight. "Are you crazy?" she hissed; to her credit, very quietly as they plunged from the second-story window. Warren spread his wings wide and arched upward at the last second, Betsy's hair brushed the lawn as their momentum was redirected. They shot upward at a nauseating velocity, Warren giggled to himself at Betsy's expression. Her teeth were clenched, and her eyes were shut tightly, a tear escaped from the corner of an eye and swiftly ran down her cheek, dragged by the "G" forces.
Warren stopped climbing and began to hover. Betsy shivered against him, looking ill, and cautiously opened her eyes. He began to laugh heartily.
"*You* _bastard!_" she exclaimed. He stopped laughing and looked her dead in the eyes solemnly.
"Oh, come on, Betsy! Look around you and try to tell me you don't want to be here," as he spoke, his eyes swept the sky and came to rest looking down at the mansion. Her eyes followed his, she looked at the mansion, seeming small below them, then over to the horizon and the forested Appalachian mountains, bathed in the soft moonlight. She gasped slightly and smiled, her face softening, and her stifling grip loosening. The starry fall nights of urban Westchester in the New York highlands were always gorgeous, but infinitely more so from this altitude.
"Oh, Warren! I haven't flown since I was Captain Britain! It's been so long, two lifetimes ago, it seems, since I've experienced the freedom and wonder of the skies!"
"You're forgiven," she breathed and kissed him deeply.
Warren, having kept still inside her for so long, began to pump his hips slowly, sliding his organ in and out in long, sensuous strokes. He held her tightly to him, burying his face in her neck and hair as she twined her legs around his and stroked and kneaded his buttocks. They screwed in a vertical position, bobbing up and down slightly against a backdrop of stars as he flapped his wings sporadically.The heat of their bodies quickly rose to protect against the chilly autumn night.
After a few minutes, Warren reoriented them, turning so that they were horizontal, with Betsy hanging underneath. He held her legs to his sides, and she hooked her arms under his armpits and gripped his shoulders from behind. Confident that she wouldn't fall, he began to fly, soaring over the estate's grounds. He proceeded toward the mountains and the jet hangar, pistoning furiously and grunting while they kissed and licked all over each other's faces, necks, and ears.
Soon Betsy came, spasming violently. Warren had never seen a woman react to an orgasm like she did! He was worried about one of them losing their grip, so he rolled them over so that he was facing the sky and turned back towards the estate. Betsy regained her composure and sat up, balancing across his hips and bracing her hands against his shoulders as he closed his on her waist.
She began to ride him, moving in sync with his thrusts as though they were choreographed, as if one was an extension of the other. Warren noticed that they were passing Scott and Jean's place and soon were over Breakstone Lake, when Betsy suddenly straightened bolt upright. She swayed back and forth, stroking her breasts and trailing her hands up her neck into her hair, pulling it up above her head and licking her lips. She looked so ethereally beautiful to Warren, her face, breasts, and belly bathed in luminescent moonlight. She was positively aglow! Warren gazed at her long and hard, his eyes caressing her soft form, trailing down her body. He looked past his sweaty pecs and abs to their joined regions. He watched his cock as it plunged in and out of her and felt the inevitable climax building, he moaned and growled as Betsy panted and squealed, she was going to come too. He drew her back down to him and steeled himself for it. Suddenly he felt Betsy in his mind and became disoriented by strange, alien sensations that were coming to him. He struggled to understand and realized that she was linking them, allowing him to experience what she was feeling! He felt like he was going to burst as she synchronized and shared their orgasms, literally doubling the staggering sensation. All reality seemed to explode and fall apart around him, his groin burned with the white-hot ecstasy of the senses-shattering super orgasm. Warren's muscles locked, and his eyes bulged, he howled out loud and lost control of his wings. They dropped from the sky like a stone and landed in the lake's cove with a splash.
Warren was shocked by how cold the water felt against his hot skin and swallowed a lot of water before surfacing. He was barely able to tread water, his muscles felt like jelly. He scanned the water, searching for Betsy. There she was, sputtering and coughing. He doggy paddled over to her.
"Are you alright?" he asked. She nodded with one last cough and smiled mischievously, flicking her eyebrows upward twice rapidly, as if to say "you like?" "That was un-*fucking*-be*lieve*able!" he answered to her silent query, "pardon the pun."
"Of course," she nodded her head toward the shore and began to swim away. Warren stared, wondering where she got the energy to move that fast. Then he began to follow and was surprised that his strength was rapidly recovering.
She reached the beach, halfway between Scott and Jean's cottage and the cove's peninsula, before him. She crawled a little way inland and rolled over onto her back, propped herself up on her hands and lifted her knees. She began to slowly open and close them. Warren rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue, she was absolutely relentless!
He crawled up to her and, since he wouldn't be able to get hard again for about fifteen minutes, he took one of her tits into both of his hands, leaned over and closed his mouth around the nipple. He began to suck forcefully and nip at it as he ran his right hand down her abdomen and laid his palm against her bush, stroking her labia and clitoris gently with his middle finger. He worked open the folds with his index and ring fingers, and inserted his middle, followed by his index, into her vagina. Betsy shuddered and groaned as he stroked up and down, by approaching the pussy from above and arching the fingers into the channel, the clitoris was constantly stimulated, when coming at it from ahead would completely miss it. By her reaction, Betsy obviously appreciated the technique. She ground her pelvis into the sand, thrashing her head back and forth as he noisily sucked her tits and furiously frigged her. She reached down and took Warren's limp penis into her hands, brushing it between her fingers and thumb until it was erect. She closed her fist around it just as she came, squeezing it painfully. Warren gritted his teeth until it was over, and she began to slowly stroke it as if she were milking a cow; pinching the base between thumb and forefinger and pulling down. Shortly she came again, her pussy was becoming quite slick, and Warren was wearing his arm out by fingerfucking her so quickly. When she climaxed a third time, he felt his drawing close.
<Spray my tits,> he received the telepathic order. He frowned slightly, being the cultured gentleman he was, he found splattering a woman slightly distasteful and disrespectful. Making her swallow was absolutely unforgivable, that's why he told her to stop when she was blowing him. But, she was requesting it, so he was willing to do as she said. He rose to his knees, and she propped herself on one elbow, taking his cock in her hand and giving a final few jerks. He breathed harshly through his teeth, squirting on her gigantic bosom. She held onto his spasming dick, laughing with delight and aiming it like a firehose, she coated her tits. She aimed it just below the base of her throat most of the time, allowing the jizz to run down her cleavage, some of it oozed down her belly and collected in her navel. Warren gaped at the incredible amount of glistening semen that was glazing her mountainous breasts. She laid back down on the sand.
<Fuck them,> she ordered, pressing the heels of her hands on the sides of her boobs and rubbing them together.
"But I just..." he protested. She cut him off by shaking her head and gesturing at his still-erect member. He was astounded, his cock was showing no signs of becoming flaccid, it was still as hard as ever. He wondered how the hell that could be, then figured it must be Betsy's doing, mastery of the brain is mastery of the central nervous system. She was preventing the inevitable "crash" that was part of coming down from an orgasm, a fair comparison being how a drug user's system crashes when coming down from a high. *This* was a pleasant utilization of telepathic abilities he'd never thought of before!
He straddled her stomach and inserted his penis between her slippery tits. He began to pump, and she squeezed his tool tight between her breasts, alternating between grinding them in a circular motion and sliding them to mirror his thrusts. The sensations were very pleasant, the softness of her plump breasts, the sticky tackiness of his come, and the warmth the friction created. He removed his hands from his hips and began to tweak her nipples, circling the bumpy areolas with the pads of his fingertips and pinching and pulling the nipples gently. He continued to piston for only a couple more minutes when he felt his climax approaching, much sooner than usual. He guessed that if given the chance, men's orgasms happened closer together as they continued to have them, just as women do. Women are capable of having multiple orgasms after prolonged stimulation, orgasms so close together that you can hardly tell them apart. With Betsy, Warren could have multiple orgasms! He would have to try that sometime, and shelved the thought away. He threw his head back in the air, moaning and grunting as he came, the ejaculate spraying out from between her tits and drenching her lips, chin, and neck. Betsy was laughing again, she just loved to be coated in a man's juices. Warren guessed that one of his old habits was about to change while he was partners with her.
Warren stood, and Betsy reached for his hand. He took it and helped pull her up. She stepped back a little from him, that disturbing little grin was back. Warren was wondering what the hell she was up to when she scooped some of the jizz off of her body and smeared her palm into his face playfully. Before he had the chance to yell and freak out, wipe his face and spit, she smashed her body against his. Holding him in a tight bear hug, she licked his face and kissed him, forcing her messy tongue into his mouth. Though it was surprisingly tasteless, he was still pretty grossed out. *She really loves this stuff,* he thought to himself. Suddenly she released his mouth and tackled him into the water, making him forget all about her little trick as they wrestled and played around in the lake. They horsed around like teenagers, splashing and dunking each other, laughing and making idle threats.
After about fifteen minutes, Betsy made for the shore, and Warren gave chase. He reached the beach only a few paces behind her and sprinted, knocking her to the sand. They necked for a little while, and Betsy ended up lying halfway on top of him, her head on his chest as he stroked and ran his fingers through her drying hair."I love you, Betsy," he whispered and kissed the top of her head. Warren felt her cheek pull upward into a smile, and she snuggled closer against him.
"I love you too," he heard her say as he drifted off to sleep.
A little more than three hours later, Warren awoke. He squinted against the light of the sunrise and stretched, yawning. Then his eyes snapped open as he realized that they had fallen asleep on the beach. "*Shit!* Betsy!" he shouted, shaking her.
"What," she moaned groggily, annoyed. Then her eyes flew open, and she sat up, her eyes flicking back and forth to confirm their location. "*Shit!*" she hissed.
"I already said that," Warren quipped, standing up and brushing the sand off his naked body and shaking out his hair. Betsy did the same. "C'mon," he said, holding out his arms. She went to him, and he picked her up. He covered the distance between the lake and the mansion by flying low, at an altitude about equal to his height. They reached the wing that held the men's dormitory, and Warren's window was directly above and still open. They were standing in front of the window to Professor Xavier's office. Warren happened to glance inside and noticed a gathering; he quickly shot upward to the second floor, hoping that they weren't spotted. He set Betsy on the window sill, and she climbed in; he followed. "What's going on down there?" he asked.
"The professor has summoned Hank, Scott, Ororo, Jean, Bishop, and Bobby. They must be briefing for a mission," she answered. He picked his robe up off the floor and handed it to her.
"Here, get back to your room with this. I hope Charles didn't want either of us for the assignment, so that no one's looking for us," he paused, "I noticed, none of your clothes are in here. You came here like that?"
"Yes, I scanned everyone but you as being asleep, and I expected you to be in here. I thought that coming to your door naked would be fun," she smiled, putting on the robe, "I was inspired by your comment last night that we should `cut to the chase'," she quoted.
There was a knock at the door, "Hey, buddy," it was Bobby's voice. Warren and Betsy froze. The door swung open as Bobby continued, "are you gettin' up or wha... ohboy," he whispered, staring at Betsy. Warren, though he was the one who was still naked, stepped in front of her.
"I..." Bobby stammered, averting his eyes, "The prof sent me to..." Betsy moved around Warren and brushed past Bobby.
"Drake, *get the hell out of here!*" Warren snarled, turning him by the shoulders and pushing him out the door. Warren took a step into the hall and heard Rogue's voice.
"There you are, Betsy," she was saying, "me an' Remy were just looking for you in your room," sure enough, Remy was right behind her, as usual. It was sickening, the way he tailed her every move. He made eye contact with Warren and covered his mouth, snickering. Then Rogue saw him too, she blushed and turned her back, swiftly proceeding toward the stairs. Remy opened his mouth to say something rude, and Rogue barked "Gambit!". He dropped it and followed her, stealing a backward glance to Warren, he winked and gave him a "thumbs up."
Warren covered his face with his hand and retreated into his room, slamming the door. *Even without Jubilee around, this will spread* he thought, plopping onto his bed. He smiled, *but given the chance, I wouldn't have changed a thing.*
<Me neither, luv,> Betsy sent. This was the beginning of a beautiful relationship. No more brooding in solitary for Warren, Apocalypse was months dead, and Warren had met a woman to pull him out of the darkness he'd allowed himself to grow comfortable in. It was no longer enough, and he was ready to rejoin the land of the living. Pushed into action by Jubilee's biting words, he'd allowed himself to love again.
And he'd never felt so good in his life.
-The End-The look on his face was precious, slack-jawed and wide-eyed with amazement.
"Chere! How... how in the hell did we do that?!" he stammered. She clutched him around the torso, pressing one side of her soaked face against his hard chest.
"Ah've been in therapy with the Professor for months now, we determined that mah problem with controlling mah power was psychological," he was stroking her hair lovingly, "He helped me past the blocks I'd placed cause of all mah guilt an' self-loathin' over what happened to Cody an' Carol..." she explained, *an' then Belle,* she thought to herself. "The Prof was mah first test, we risked it an' ah was able to touch him on the hand... Ah was so afraid it wouldn't work again!"
She looked up into his eyes, "Oh, Remy! Ah can really touch again! Ah want foh us to touch each other all night long, fall asleep in each other's arms! To hold on to each other an' _never_ let go!" She was gripping his hands tightly, pressing them to her breasts.
Remy smiled broadly and kissed her forehead, "Gambit have no problems at all wit' dat!" He led Rogue to the bed and she sat down on it, swinging her legs up with her. He swiftly pulled his shirt up over his head and dropped it to the floor before sitting on the edge of the bed beside her. He kissed her, opening his mouth and snaking his tongue into her. She accepted his soft and wet tongue into her mouth, rolling it around with hers, feeling their teeth scrape together. He began to kiss and suck her long, arched neck gently as her hands explored his bare back, memorizing every muscle.
He was now entirely on the bed, lying on top of her. She rolled him over and sat across his hips. She began to kiss all over his face, nibbling his lips and ears, rubbing her mouth on his beard stubble. She could feel the bulge of his erect penis pressing eagerly against her crotch, inhibited by two layers of jeans. She took off her sweater and tossed it aside. Remy smiled, getting a view of her firm tits and flat stomach. He no doubt wanted her to take off her lacy black bra, but she wasn't ready for that yet. Rogue touched his shoulders, running her hands slowly down his muscular arms. From his smooth biceps to his forearms, which were sparsely covered by little hairs. She closed her hands around his right wrist and lifted it. She kissed the back of his hand and rubbed it against her face, then sucked his fingertips into her mouth. She put his hand against one of her breasts and he squeezed it. Rogue sighed and ground her crotch against his. Remy moaned.
She dropped his arm and scooted down a bit, lowering herself onto him. She licked his rough jawline, then his adam's apple. Oh, the _smell_ of him! Rampagingly masculine! His salty flesh, a little perspiration, and an expensive cologne. Oh, what was it called! She couldn't remember. She wandered over to one of his nipples in a frenzy, pinching it between her lips and tugging firmly. She flattened out her tongue against it and began to circle it slowly, rubbing the other pec with the palm of her hand. Remy breathed heavily, his chest heaving under her. She slid down further, brushing his well-defined abs with the tip of her nose. She could feel her own hot breath, bouncing off his tight body and warming her face. She found his navel and kissed it, flicking her tongue into it, once, then twice.
Rogue felt something tickle her chin, and raised herself up on her hands. A thin little triangle of sparse, coarse hair peeked from under the waistband of Remy's pants, the point touching his navel. She began to unbutton his pants, they were Levi's 501, with the button fly. She undid the buttons slowly, plucking them from the slots with both hands. She folded the fly open, creasing them to the sides. Remy was wearing red cotton jockey shorts. She retreated to the foot of the bed, and, taking his pant-legs by the hem, she eased his jeans off. Then Rogue stood and dropped her own pants to the floor, hooked one of her feet into the tangled mass, and kicked them backward and out of the way, losing her socks in the process.
She then plucked off Remy's socks and took him by the ankles. She noticed that, much like Remy's arms, his legs were only hairy on the lower half. His sculpted, broad thighs were bare and smooth, as though they were carved in marble, while below the knees there was a little hair. She darted her tongue out, brushing one of his ankles with the tip. Then she gently kissed it, and began to pull him toward her, leaving a trail of sweet little kisses along the inside of his leg. All the while she gradually lowered herself to her knees. Now Rogue held Remy's knees at her shoulders and was licking his inner thigh, halfway down from the knee. She looked down his leg to his crotch. The fabric of his underpants was stretched to the limit, pulled into a teepee by his massive organ. The waistband was pulled down to expose a couple inches of short, kinky pubic hair and the legbands were stretched away from his body, forming what looked like a shadowy cave. Remy's head was tilted to the side, his eyes shut tightly and his teeth clenched. His face and neck were flushed and he was clutching the bedspread, bunching it in his fists. His hard-on was quite obviously making him extremely uncomfortable.
Rogue was going to have to proceed to something much more intimate earlier than she'd originally planned to, something more satisfying for Remy. She'd wanted for them to just touch each other tonight and proceed to actual sex later on. She realized now that not only was that a kind of cruel thing to do to Remy, but that it was probably unrealistic... She now knew now that it would be unlikely to have been able to restrain _herself_ in that way once going this far! She set Remy's legs down over her shoulders and hooked her hands into the waistband of his undershorts. Remy took the signal and bent forward, bracing himself on his elbows and lifting his ass from the bed. She pulled his shorts off, dragging them toward her face. Remy straightened out this legs, extending them high into the air. Once she'd pulled them past his knees, he bent them again. She ducked her head under the jockey shorts that stretched between his legs. Gravity did the rest as they slipped of his legs and tumbled down her back to land on her feet.
She was now staring down the barrel of Remy's unbelievably long cock. It jutted out from his body and pointed right at her nose, bare inches from her face. Rogue shrugged his legs off of her shoulders and reached for it. With the tips of her fingers, *Oh! It's so _hot!_*, she began to tilt it in all different directions, looking at it from different angles. The shaft was solid and strong, during her inspection she noticed that it took more of an effort to turn it downward than it did to press it to the sides and no effort at all to push it upward; it's natural resting position was at an upward angle.
It was marked by a roadmap of veins, the largest of which was on the underside and to the right, originating from the body and running upward. Breaking off from it were all the other smaller veins, sort of tributaries that meandered all over the penis. All the larger veins were on the underside, which also had a higher concentration of veins. Oh, and some tributaries had tributaries. There was a definite ridge that ran the center of the the underside.
The thickness was somewhat inconsistent, it was broader across than it was thick and it was more wide at the center than at the root, and it tapered at the head so that it was a bit thinner than the base. The head was plump and looked sort of like a mushroom. It was also a little purplish, especially at the edge, and it was spongy to the touch. She could see his circumcision scar, brown and puckered. *Mah God! How long _is_ this thing, anyway? It must be at least _ten inches_!* When she closed both her hands around it there were still three inches that poked from her fist! It wasn't remarkably thick, though, her middle fingers could press the balls of her thumbs easily. She felt his pulse throbbing under her fingers. A drop of milky liquid formed at the head and began to lazily trickle down... She was distracted by a sudden noise. Remy was laughing!
"Chere, you gon' be _doin'_ somethin' wit' dat ting 'fore Gambit go over de top and you be gettin' a squirt in de eye?" he asked patiently, smiling broadly, and continued his gentle ribbing. "You plan on writin' an essay later on? Maybe we could go down to de sub-levels and be fetchin' some diagnostic 'quipment for your studies?"
Rogue smirked, a little embarrassed. This was the first time she'd had a good look at a man's cock in person, she didn't realize that she was scrutinizing so intently. But even Belle's memories of Remy's monstrous manhood couldn't prepare her for actually holding it in her hands.
"You asked foh it sugah!" she warned cryptically. Rogue's fists were still wrapped around his prick and the pre-ejaculate had puddled against her thumb. She tentatively touched the tip of her tongue to this miniature pearl and followed the short trail upward, where she closed her lips around the soft head of his stiff prong. She began to nudge and probe at it with her tongue. Remy let out a hiss of breath between his teeth. She uncurled her right fist and slowly drew Remy's dick down her throat as far as it would go.Her lips touched her left hand, and she was just this side of gagging. Then she thought of the saying about biting off more than you could swallow, and she almost did gag. She managed to keep from laughing and pulled back, keeping her lips tight and sliding her tongue from side to side. She withdrew to the head and repeated the gulping technique very swiftly three more times.
Then she lifted his balls from the bed, cradling the hairy, wrinkled sack of dark, soft skin in her hand. She felt for the firm spheres of his testicles, and, finding one, she pressed her lips against it and slurped it into her mouth, drawing half his scrotum after it. She sucked his nut for a while, rolling it around in her mouth, before spitting it back out. Then she pressed his cock back against his abdomen, laid her tongue against his soggy balls, and licked the length of his shaft a few times.
Remy's squirming and the little noises he made turned Rogue on tremendously. She closed his dick in her left hand again and began to suck and lick it furiously as her other hand wandered down and began to rub her tender pussy lips and clitoris through her already wet panties. After a couple minutes, Rogue came from her masturbating just as Remy's cock began to spasm. It squirted a wad of thick liquid into her mouth before she could release it, then it squirted again, splattering her face. She gasped and grabbed the bobbing organ, turning it slightly so that it squirted over her left shoulder. She cleared a little come from her eye and looked at Remy. His mouth hung wide open and his eyes were rolled back, he was making breathless gasping sounds. Rogue just watched him as he made funny sounds and even funnier faces, holding onto his prick as it sprayed come everywhere. She counted about seven or eight wet spasms and about four "dry heaves" before it was finally still and began to grow soft.
Remy lay there for a little while, his breathing slowing to normal. Then he forced himself to sit up and smiled winningly at Rogue, "Chère..." he began raspily, his eyelids were heavy and tiny beads of sweat dotted his brow and unshaven upper lip, "That was just incredible," he drew Rogue up into his arms and kissed her roughly, squeezing her tight to his unyielding body and kneading her ass with both his hands. He released her from the kiss and grinned mischievously, arching one eyebrow, "Now, let's see what ol' Gambit can do for _you_."
He stood, pressing his hands to her waist. Rogue clamped her thighs on his hips for support and reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. The brassiere fell forward and she shrugged it off of her arms. Remy gazed appreciatively at her pert, round breasts and pivoted so that he faced the bed. He placed one knee as deep toward the center of the bed as he could reach and levered himself onto it. Rogue closed her hands behind his neck and he leaned into it, gently falling on top of her.
Rogue folded her legs across his back and slipped her arms under his. They kissed deeply, probing each other's mouths eagerly. Then Remy reached between them to stroke one of her breasts and Rogue moaned, feeling her lips vibrate against his. Remy stopped kissing her and she uncrossed her legs to give him free movement. He moved down her body and took her breast in both hands, splaying his fingers so that her nipple showed through the triangle-shaped window formed by his thumbs and forefingers. He teased her achingly erect nipple with the tip of his tongue, wagging it back and forth swiftly. Then he squeezed her tit and clamped his mouth on her nipple, sucking hard and grinding it with his tongue. Rogue pursed her lips and cooed, rubbing her pelvis against his belly frantically. Remy suckled her breast for what seemed like forever, she stroked his hair and lightly raked his back with her fingernails.
Remy suddenly disengaged and moved to her side, sitting with his legs folded under him. "Roll over, Chère," he ordered. "An' lose de panties," he added with a grin. Rogue squinted at him quizzically for a moment, then proceeded to do as he asked. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and began to wiggle them down, baring her dark pubic hair and smooth hips a little bit at a time. Remy was watching intently, his eyes glued on her midsection as he licked his lips absent-mindedly. She pushed the panties down her hips and thighs and completely off, tossing them over the bed. Then she rolled onto her stomach and folded her arms, leaning her cheek onto them and gazing at Remy expectantly.
Remy scooted a little closer to her and laid his large, calloused hands on her shoulders and began to gently rub them. Rogue sighed heavily, it felt so good to have his strong fingers kneading her flesh, relaxing the muscles. He continued to massage her back expertly, working his fingers into her shoulder blades, unknotting her upper back. She was drifting away on fluffy white clouds and her breathing was becoming comfortably shallow. He ran a succession of jarring karate chops up and down her spine, loosening the vertebrae. Then he laid his hands on her buttocks and began to stroke and knead them. Rogue knew that there were probably no muscles in the ass that are very active and didn't need massaging, but she wasn't about to complain. Her loins were tingling pleasantly and she could see that Remy's cock was stirring, growing erect very slowly.
She was about to touch it when Remy began to move, wedging one of his knees between her legs. She spread her legs for him and he sat between them and began to massage her ribs. He slowly moved his hands down her body until he was massaging her hips, then he began to stroke both sides of one of her thighs. Rogue was getting so hot, she could feel a puddle of wetness spreading under her as her pussy was getting wetter and wetter. Remy suddenly touched the tender petals of her labia with the tips of his fingers.
Rogue gasped and hiked her ass up a little. He began to stroke her mound with his open hand, his middle finger lingering on her sensitive clitoris, moving in little circles. Rogue rocked with the rhythm of his expert hands and came forcefully before too long. Now she was on her elbows and knees and Remy was kissing and licking her buttocks, she could feel his hot breath in the crack of her ass and on her throbbing pussy. He inserted one of his fingers into her channel and began to tongue the area around the opening while continuing to tease her clitoris with another finger. She came again, yelling and gritting her teeth. She loved the feel of his firm digits and soft, wet tongue probing her pussy, and the feel of his rough stubble, scraping against her thigh where it joined her body.
She was teetering on the edge of another orgasm when Remy stopped. Rogue took the few seconds to catch her breath. She could hear Remy shuffling around back there, then his legs brushed the insides of hers and his hands fell on her hips. Something blunt and firm nudged her between the legs. It took a little while for her to realize that he was waiting for her to signal that it was alright to proceed.
"Yesss..." she exhaled huskily. One of his hands left her hip and she could feel the head of his cock open the soaked lips of her pussy, he pressed it firmly against her entrance and she felt it stretch and close around the plump head. Rogue's entire body trembled and she reflexively contracted the muscles in her cunt, pinching the tip of Remy's cock like a vise. Remy groaned and forced his dick into her tightened channel ever so slowly, edging it in one inch at a time. She savored the delicious feeling of his stiff rod as it drove deeper and deeper inside of her, she flexed and released, urging it forward. There was a little pain, but she bore it as it was almost entirely drowned in wave after wave of pleasure. She climaxed, shuddering violently as her muscle control melted away and she slumped to the bed, her breathing reduced to hiccupping gasps. Remy's hands slipped off her hips and his penis popped out of her.
Rogue blinked. She thought that she must have blacked out for a couple seconds. She was lying on her back now and Remy was lightly slapping her cheek and saying, "Rogue! Chère!"
Her mind unclouded and she looked up at Remy and smiled. With one hand she drew his head down to her and kissed him while grabbing his wet prick roughly with the other, guiding it back to her pussy. She felt his lips pull up into a smile and he kissed her back, re-entering her slippery, expanded cunt easily and sliding in to the hilt. She twined her legs around his and held onto his ass as he began to pump in and out of her, alternating between piston-like pounding and slow, methodical stroking.
Rogue surrendered to the maddening sensation with all of her being. Tilting her head back and closing her eyes, languidly licking her teeth and lips. She writhed slightly under Remy's thrusting, undulating body, lightly tracing cross-hatching patterns all over his back, sides, ass, and hips with the tips of her fingernails. Remy's head was bent downward and his bangs brushed her face, tickling her cheeks and eyelids. He was breathing in short, rapid jets, blowing into her cleavage. His loosely hanging balls, drenched in Rogue's flowing juices, made audible slaps as they smacked in between her ass cheeks, against her anus, with each deep thrust of his cock into her tight channel.Remy kissed her, sucking her lower lip into his mouth and nibbling on it. Then he planted little kisses on her chin and another on her neck. Rogue reached up to place her hand on the base of his skull and pressed his head to her shoulder. She licked him behind the ear, and drawing the lobe into her mouth with her tongue, she began to suck on it. Then she traced the edge of his ear with her tongue, and gently bit into it. Rogue moved her hips in sync with Remy's thrusts, feeling another climax approaching. She gripped him tighter and squealed as she came, thrashing her head from side to side. Remy's pace slowed and his muscles tensed. He buried his cock deep and he came too, drawing in a strangled moan and releasing it in a choking burst, "Nnnnnnnnnnnnn-ghuh! Huh... huh..." he panted, washing Rogue's insides with his cream. His elbows gave out and he lay heavily on top of her for a couple minutes.
Remy rolled off of her, his now flaccid penis slipping out of her contracting vagina. They lay blissfully next to each other, silently staring at the ceiling. Then Rogue got off the bed and pulled up the covers, sliding under them and motioning for Remy to do the same. He sat up and pulled the comforter out from under him and slid under it next to Rogue. She nuzzled up against him, laying her head on his collarbone and cuddling up to him with one leg over his and one hand on his chest. He hugged her with one arm and lolled his cheek on the top of her head, brushing his fingers on her shoulder and fiddling with her curly locks. It was Rogue who broke the silence.
"Remy, ah love you," she whispered, the tips of her fingers moving in circular motions on his chest. Remy hugged her a little tighter and kissed her on the top of her head.
"I love you too, chere."
Rogue smiled faintly. "Remy..." she paused, "Mah real name..."
"Chere," Remy interrupted.
"Shush, Remy," Rogue asserted firmly, "Ah'm ready to tell someone. This is ridiculous, keeping my name from y'all. Like ah'm still an outsider... Ah'm ready to let people get close to me again," she continued, "Mah real name is..."
Suddenly everything swam out of focus, the world was melting into the blackness. Rogue opened her eyes and was startled to see that Remy was not lying next to her. She jerked into a sitting position and frantically glanced about the room. The morning sunshine poured in through her windows, shining through her lacy curtains. Horrible realization began to sink into her and her face wrinkled in despair. She looked over at her alarm clock, which was buzzing and showed 7:00 on the digital face.
"NO!!!" she shouted and flashed out her arm, grabbing the clock and crushing it between her fingers. The clock popped and splintered, throwing off a few sparks and smoking a little. Tears streamed down her face and she dropped the smoldering remains to the floor. Rogue turned face down and muffled her gut-wrenching sobs with her pillow. | 4 |
1,026 | Picket Fences | "What's happening to me? I never had this problem before. I'm so confused!"
These were the thoughts going through Kimberly Brock's head as she sat alone on her bed. In the next room, her two brothers were, as usual, arguing about something. Her father, Sheriff Jimmy Brock was still at work, but her mother, Jill, was downstairs, having come home early from her medical practice.
Kimberly wanted to talk to her mom about this, but she knew that was impossible. She would have a panic attack, the same way she did when the issue first arose several months ago. No, her mother was not the person to confide in, not for this problem.
But who? Certainly none of her friends. The only one she would even consider telling was Lisa, and she had already denied it all to her at the time.
"That damned Lisa", she thought. "She's the one that started all this. Her and her 'experiments'. If Lisa hadn't talked me into kissing her that night on this very spot, I wouldn't be in this predicament."
Kimberly thought back to that night and the days immediately following. Lisa Fenn, her best friend, was spending the night, and the two of them were lying in the dark talking about lots of things, including sex. "Kim", she said at one point, "have you ever wondered what it would be like to ... to kiss a girl?" This really startled Kimberly. In fact, she had NEVER thought of that. It just wasn't something to be considered. But now she was thinking. "Not really", she answered, wondering what her best friend had in mind.
Lisa went on. "I just wonder what it feels like, you know? I mean, kissing a guy is so nice, but a girl would be so different- soft, exciting, maybe..." Lisa's voice lingered off in the darkness. Finally, she said, "Do you want to try?"
Kimberly was startled. For a while she said nothing. Then, realizing that she was just as curious as Lisa, she said, "Okay."
The kiss wasn't much, at least on the surface. It lasted maybe ten seconds. Still, Kim could feel herself getting excited, especially when Lisa slipped her tongue into her mouth and swirled it around. Afterwards, they were both silent, until Lisa said, "Well, that was interesting".
Kimberly replied nervously, "Yeah ... interesting." Interesting indeed. Kim found it more than interesting. She could feel the beginnings of arousal between her legs. It scared her.
Neither girl said much about the incident for a couple days. Finally, Kimberly brought it up. They had to talk about it, or it would just be there like a cloud between them. So they talked, and both said it was exciting probably because of the taboo. Both girls were confused by the emotions that the kiss provoked. But finally, they both agreed that they were not attracted to each other, not in "that way". And the subject had not come up since, except for the harassment Kimberly got from her then-boyfriend when her darling brother found out about it and blabbed around. And of course the panic from her parents.
She weathered that storm, however, and eventually convinced everyone (or at least everyone that mattered) that it was just a little experiment, nothing more.
Everyone, that is, except herself. For despite what she told Lisa, she really was aroused by her kiss. Not that she wanted to start a "relationship" with Lisa. No, that would be too weird, sort of incestuous. Besides, she didn't want to endanger their friendship over what she thought was just a passing fancy.
But part of it was more than passing. Ever since that night, Kimberly had found herself thinking about how good it felt, how soft Lisa's lips were, how sensuously her tongue moved in her mouth. Sometimes it took all her self control to keep from masturbating as she thought about that feeling and about other, even more erotic things involving other girls. What would it be like to stroke a breast, to run her hands over the round cheeks of another girl's butt, to feel soft, naked flesh pressing against her own? A couple of times, she
Kimberly didn't know what to do about all this, but she knew she had to talk to someone. Finally, it came to her - Rachel! Yes, the town's ex-mayor was a friend of her mom and around her mom's age, but Kimberly had always been able to talk to her about absolutely anything, and she was sure she could trust her not to tell. And she remembered the scandal that hit last year about Rachel being in a soft porn flick when she was young. From what she had heard, it had even included a light lesbian scene, which of course was just for the cameras. Rachel would understand her problem! At the very least, she would listen without judging.
The next day, Kimberly wandered over to Rachel Harris's shop as she was closing up. "Hi", she said cheerily as she entered. Rachel responded with a big smile. "Kimberly! What brings you here?"
"Oh, I don't know. I just hadn't seen you in a while, and I thought I'd stop by."
"So what's new, dear?" Rachel had always liked Kimberly. She was so mature, so thoughtful, much more than the typical high school senior. But she could see there was something on her mind.
Rachel locked up so they could talk without being disturbed. After some small talk and hemming and hawing, Kim told Rachel her story. As she had hoped, Rachel was open and understanding.
"First of all, Kimberly, you're not a 'pervert'. It's very common to have some attraction to the same sex, especially at your age, when everything about sex is still new and exciting. It doesn't mean you're a lesbian."
"But Rachel, I can't seem to shake these images I have, these ... these fantasies. I feel like I need to do something about them or they'll never go away!"
"I see", Rachel responded. She struggled for a moment with what advice to give. "Well, do you really want to act on these fantasies? Maybe if you just talked about them it would get them out of your system. Do you feel comfortable talking about it?"
"Well ... I guess it's worth a try. It can't get any worse, I guess."
"Okay, sweetie. Just sit down here and we'll talk." Rachel pointed to a high-backed easy chair to here left. "Now, what kind of fantasies do you have?"
"Well ..." Kim paused, readying herself. "For example, sometimes when I'm standing really close to one of my friends, I get this urge to kiss her neck, or put my tongue in her ear. I think about how she would respond .. you know ... I imagine her moaning and quivering from my doing those things to her."
Rachel looked Kimberly in the eyes as she spoke. "I see ... what else?"
"Sometimes at school, I find myself looking at another girl's boobs. A couple times I thought they caught me looking, but that was probably just my imagination. And ... well, some of the 'looser' girls wear these really short skirts, you know? That show off their legs? And when I look at them, I think about kissing them..." Kimberly looked down, embarrassed. "Like ... here", she said, pointing to a spot high on her inner thigh. The, staring off in the distance, she added, "And there are times when I think about this at home that I ... I ... I really want to .. to ...well ... masturbate."
Rachel was silent, gathering her thoughts. She could see that Kim was troubled by these thoughts, and she wanted to help her. But this did sound like more than just typical adolescent curiosity. Maybe Kim really did like women.
But there was more going on in Rachel's mind. Besides wondering what advice to give, Rachel found herself confused by her own feelings. For she did in fact have some bisexual tendencies. And she had always liked Kimberly very much. Listening now to Kim confess these feelings, she found herself becoming slightly aroused.
"My God, Rachel", she told herself, "Get it together! This is Kimberly! Don't do something stupid just because you're horny."
But she was horny, very much so. It had been over a year since she broke it off with Kenny, and she really had not had any sex since then, except by her own hand. The fact that the sex they'd had was incredible made it even harder, but her experience with Kenny had actually turned her off to men for a while. And now here was sweet, beautiful Kimberly telling her how she has these lesbian fantasies. God, she was making it so hard!
"Well, honey", she said, trying to stay calm, "if these feelings are that strong, maybe you should do something about them.She couldn't look Kimberly in the eye. She knew if she did, she'd give herself away.
Kimberly thought about this. "Oh", was all she said. She, too, could only look down as she spoke.
There was a long silence as neither knew what to say. Then Kimberly looked at the older woman and said, "Would you do it with me?"
Rachel's heart skipped. "Oh no", she thought, "I can't do this ... Can I? ... God, but I want to!"
"Kimberly.... I .. I don't think ..."
Kimberly got up from her chair. "It's okay, Rachel. I mean, I just want to see what it's like. And I would feel so comfortable with you." Kimberly's eyes pleaded for understanding, for help.
Rachel couldn't answer. Her head and heart were filled with conflicting emotions, with unwanted desires. She turned away for a moment to gather her thoughts. Then she felt the soft touch of Kimberly's hand caressing her cheek. The hand moved slowly down over her neck, then ventured lower, over her left breast, down to her stomach. Rachel could hear Kimberly's trembling breath and felt its warmth by her ear.
"Kimberly..." Rachel's words were cut off as Kimberly covered her mouth with a warm, wet kiss. No longer able to resist, she returned the young girl's passion. Her arms circled the thin waist, her hands resting on Kimberly's hips. Kimberly reached up to hold Rachel's face in her hands while she pressed their bodies together, thrilled by the feel of the woman's ample breasts against her own. The kiss went on long and deep. Two tongues explored each other, accompanied by little cries of joy and lust. Kimberly was the one to finally break the spell, pulling back to look into her new lover's eyes. Their breathing had changed now, each of them panting with the excitement of what they were doing and were about to do.
Rachel was the first to speak. "Let's go in the back." Kimberly nodded in agreement.
On a sofa in the office, they sat down and continued their necking. Kimberly loved the feel of Rachel's lips on hers. It had been nice with Lisa, but this was much better - so hot, so intense, so incredibly erotic. She moved to Rachel's neck, placing little kisses there as she began to unbutton the woman's blouse. Rachel, in turn, pulled on Kim's shirt and sweater, trying to get them off.
Stepping back, Kimberly allowed both garments to be removed, then returned to her own work. She knew from her earlier exploration that Rachel was not wearing a bra. As she undid one button after another, she looked down to take in the sight of those gorgeous mounds. When the blouse was fully open, she reached behind her back to remove her own bra, dropping it on the floor, showing Rachel her firm, youthful breasts. Then, unable to resist, she placed both hands on Rachel's full, soft wonders as they again met in a soulful kiss.
Only now did Rachel realize just how horny she was. It had been so long since she'd had another person's hands on her breasts. God, it felt wonderful! To be wanted by another woman, especially a pretty young girl like Kim, was so gratifying. She had almost forgotten the thrill of this kind of sex. She moved one hand to Kim's perfect breast, loving the smooth feel of her youthful skin.
For her part, Kim was living all her fantasies. She moved her mouth down to one of Rachel's large, reddish-brown nipples and began to suck it into her mouth. At the same time, she pulled the blouse off the rest of the way, then reached for the zipper at the back of Rachel's skirt. Rachel raised her hips to let Kim slip the skirt off. Kim felt a rush of arousal as she saw the garter belt and bikini panties underneath. She sucked harder on Rachel's nipple, feeling its hard nub in her mouth, contrasting with the lush softness of the breast itself.
Rachel gently pushed the girl away, so she could undo her jeans. She wanted to go slowly with the inexperienced girl, but she couldn't hold back too much. She quickly pulled Kim's jeans off, then reached for the pale blue panties. Removing them, she got her first glimpse of Kimberly's soft brown pubic hair, so sexy against her pale skin. She placed a soft kiss on her belly, swirling her tongue into the hollow of Kim's navel.
Kim returned the favor, taking down Rachel's bikini panties with trembling hands. This was just as it was in her fantasies, even the garter belt, which she left in place, framing the patch of auburn hair between Rachel's legs.
The two women lay down together on the couch, Kimberly slightly on top as their hands explored each other's bodies. Kim's mouth was soon back at Rachel's lovely breasts, which she found irresistible. Both nipples were very erect, sticking up a good half inch, and her attention had drawn little goosebumps within the aureoles. Her soft tongue worked over them lovingly.
Rachel's hands were on Kim's pert young bottom, softly caressing the smooth skin, searching. Her right hand reached between the girl's cheeks and gently moved back and forth, teasing Kim with the promise of more to come. Reaching down further, she found the warm wet spot that was Kim's pussy and worked her finger slightly inside. Kim groaned in response, sending a pleasant vibration through the nipple between her lips.
Rachel decided to take it slowly this first time. Her fingers could do wonderful things for a young girl, and she didn't know if Kim was ready yet for the even more wonderful pleasures of oral sex. Keeping her finger moving slowly inside the girl's wet channel, she moved her other hand around so that she could work on her clit. Her middle finger quickly found the hard little nubbin, making Kimberly cry out and move her hips. Rachel delighted in the feel of Kimberly's wet mouth on her breasts as her expert fingers did their magic between the girls legs. Kimberly could not keep her hips from moving now as Rachel's hands roamed over her most sensitive spots. One, two, sometimes three fingers entered her vagina while another teased her clit. For variety, Rachel would occasionally move her fingers up to tease Kim's rear hole, running a finger over and around her sensitive anus with gentle pressure.
Kim's orgasm was very close now. She was moaning almost continuously, or crying out Rachel's name in response to the erotic pleasures she was giving her. No longer able to concentrate, she removed her mouth from her precious prize of Rachel's boobs and once again locked into a deep tongue kiss with her lover. Sensing she was close, Rachel lightly pinched Kim's clit between her fingers. At the same time, she pushed her middle finger and thumb as deeply as possible into Kimberly's pussy and asshole.
That did it. Kimberly erupted in orgasm. Never before had she come so intensely, crying out, shaking, her eyes rolling back in her head. "OH! ... OH! ... OH GOD! ... Aaaaaaahhhh! Rachel! Oh my god! Please, more uunnhhhhhh!!!!!!"
It was almost as exciting for Rachel as for Kimberly. Seeing the look of abandon on that sweet young face, hearing her cries of ecstasy, feeling Kimberly's cunt and asshole spasm around her fingers as her juices coated her hand, Rachel almost came herself. This was better than anything she'd had with Kenny.
They both lay there for a while recovering. Rachel, of course was still very horny, but she didn't want to push it. Perhaps Kimberly would have regrets now that she had gotten off. In any case, she knew that Kim would need some reassurance and guidance in making love to a woman.
Little did she know. As soon as she caught her breath, Kimberly began again to play with her favorite toys - Rachel breasts. Rolling each nipple between her fingers, she made sure they were nice and hard before taking each one in her mouth. Gentle bites drew yelps of pleasure from her lover. But Kim wasn't going to be satisfied with that.
Moving off Rachel's tits, Kimberly slowly dropped down to the woman's soft belly. Gentle nips and kisses sent thrills up Rachel's spine. "Oh god", she thought, "Is she going to do it?" Her heart beat faster at the idea of what happen next.
There was no such doubt in Kimberly's mind. Ever since she removed Rachel's lacy panties to reveal that reddish bush, she knew she was going to go for it. She longed to feel those soft hairs tickle her upper lip and nose. By now, her head was down below Rachel's navel, tracing little circles with her tongue as she help those wide, womanly hips in her hands. She moved down further, passing by Rachel's very wet crotch, to the smooth softness of her thighs. As in her fantasies, she spent a long time kissing and licking along the inner thighs, driving Rachel crazy with lust and anticipation.
Looking up from between Rachel's legs, Kimberly treated herself to a luscious sight. Rachel's full figure lay before her, her hips wide and sultry, her breasts full and soft. "No hard body here", Kim thought. "She's so mature, so feminine!" Inches from her face, Rachel's vaginal lips beckoned to Kimberly with their crimson wetness.
"Oh God", she thought, "I'm really going to do it. I'm going to eat pussy!" Kimberly was excited by the idea of this, of "eating pussy", almost as much as the act itself. The anticipation was exquisite, but she could wait no more. Leaning forward, Kimberly placed a long, wet kiss directly on Rachel's inflamed vulva.
Rachel cried out. "Oh ... Kim... Oh, yes, please!"
Kimberly smiled to herself. Yes, this was what she had been waiting for, hot sex with a woman. The fact that this particular woman was so much older than her, and a good friend of her mother's at that, made the whole experience even more exciting.
Encouraged by Rachel's passionate reaction, Kimberly began to eat her out for all she was worth. She moved her tongue slowly over the sensitive flesh, making Rachel moan and twitch repeatedly. The long abstinence from sex and the excitement of seeing Kim come had Rachel at a fever pitch. Kimberly could not believe how wet she was.As she saw Kimberly approach, Rachel's first impulse was to flee. An unfamiliar panic gripped her as the pretty, young woman neared. She had been both anticipating and dreading this for several weeks, ever since she and Kimberly had last discussed their "relationship". Oh sure, they had both agreed that there could not be anything serious between them - both realized that their age difference and circumstances precluded that. But somehow, Rachel let Kimberly talk her into the possibility that an occasional dalliance would be fine for both of them. Rachel knew it was trouble, but Kimberly's calm logic, fueled by the torrid memory of their first encounter, let her libido overcome her good sense. In the weeks since, her mind had drifted often to thoughts of Kimberly's lovely face and body, and of the enthusiasm she displayed during lovemaking.
Rachel had the same mixed feelings now as Kimberly approached. She knew that she should avoid another sexual encounter, but she could already feel her juices stirring from Kimberly's warm, inviting smile.
"Hi," was Kim's simple greeting.
"Hello, Kim". Rachel smiled brightly, despite her trepidation. She could feel her desire building.
"I haven't seen you in a while, Rachel," Kimberly said. "...Can we change that?"
"My god," Rachel thought, "assertive as always." Incredibly, she heard herself respond, "Yes, that would be nice", blushing as if she were the schoolgirl, rather than Kimberly. "When...when do you think we could?"
"Well," Kim replied, "tomorrow afternoon would be good. That is," she continued with a mischievous grin, "if you don't mind spending Sunday afternoon in bed."
"Kimberly!", Rachel exclaimed quietly. "Be discreet." She couldn't believe the girl's self-confidence.
"I'm sorry, Rachel," Kimberly laughed. Then, touching Rachel's hip as she turned to go, she added, "But I guarantee you won't mind. It's going to be wonderful, just wonderful."
Rachel could feel the tingle of arousal and cursed her own weakness as she watched Kim go.
Kim was right, of course. The next day was wonderful. Neither Rachel's memory nor her fantasies did justice to the exquisite feeling of sharing her bed with this sweet woman/child. Kimberly had a rare combination of innocence and knowledge that was difficult to match. As in their first encounter, it took just a short time for Rachel's lust to overcome her concerns. She virtually pounced on Kimberly, much to the young woman's delight.
This time, however, Kimberly herself was much more aggressive. No longer the novice, her hands roamed eagerly over Rachel's supple curves. The warm softness of Rachel's body felt so good as she pressed against her. Kimberly became more and more aroused, anticipating all the wonderful things they were going to do to each other. Giving in to her own desires, Rachel allowed herself to thoroughly enjoy the feeling of Kimberly's lithe frame in her arms. Her hands held her waist, narrow and perfect, the soft swell of her hips drawing them down with the promise of warm pleasures to come. Pacing herself, Rachel brought her hands to the delicate lines of Kimberly's neck, holding that lovely face as she kissed her with increasing passion.
Rachel was hooked, and they both knew it. Regardless of any guilt or fears that she had, she would never be able to resist Kimberly's advances. The memory and anticipation of that tender, young flesh, the remarkable boldness of those lips and tongue, were too much for her. Whenever Kimberly wanted her, Rachel would be there.
Kimberly's expression was changed now, her usual calm replaced by intense arousal, her cheeks drawn in slightly as she surrendered to the hot feelings inside her. Rachel's lips were ravishing her own, her tongue working feverishly inside the heat of Kim's mouth. The effect on Kimberly was intense. Seeing Rachel losing control, knowing that she caused it, only increased her desire for the older woman. She felt a deep heat between her legs as her hands moved firmly over the cheeks of Rachel's ass.
Frantic hands moved to unbutton, to unzip, to uncover the feminine charms that they both now desperately needed. Quickly discarding their clothing, they dropped to the floor in each others arms. No time for the bedroom now - nothing would delay their pleasure. Rachel's right hand moved immediately between Kimberly's parted thighs, delighting in the soft mound it found there. A greedy finger pushed forward to be drenched by the sopping heat of Kimberly's pussy. With a trembling moan, Kimberly moved her leg over Rachel's, forcing the welcome intruder further inside her. Uttering her own groan of lust, Rachel dug her teeth into Kimberly's smooth neck as she dug two more fingers in the girl's dripping hole. Kimberly's hands moved eagerly to one of her favorite spots - the soft mounds on Rachel's chest. For three hours they went on, relieving themselves of all their self-imposed tensions. After the initial rush of passion, Rachel showed Kimberly the joys of an experienced woman, treating her to an long session of slow, erotic love.This time Rachel used her mouth, as well as her fingers to bring the girl to a series of shuddering orgasms, unlike any she had had before. She did everything, savoring the feel, the taste, the total experience of Kimberly's young body, until Kim herself begged to return the favors. Then Kim once again felt the joy of making Rachel come, burying her face between those soft, sexy thighs, her tongue deep inside, relishing the taste of Rachel's abundant fluids. For Kimberly, it was the best sex yet.
Yes, Kim had to admit, as she walked to school the next day, sex with Rachel was terribly exciting. Thinking back on all the naughty things they had done, Kimberly felt a familiar twinge between her legs.
"Control yourself, Kimber," she thought as she tried to chase the images from her mind. "You don't need wet panties during English today."
But Kimberly knew that English class was destined to be a struggle anyway, for that was the one class that she shared with her best friend, Lisa Fenn. If they were still best friends, that is. Kimberly wasn't sure. Since their infamous kiss and Lisa's confession that she felt attracted to Kim, there was a definite strain on their relationship. Kimberly felt bad about that, not just because she missed Lisa, but because she had lied to Lisa about her own feelings. She had panicked about returning Lisa's feelings, and she just couldn't overcome it at the time. Now that she had admitted to herself that she liked girls, however, things were very different. She desperately wanted to renew their relationship and to take it to the next level.
In fact, Lisa was the subject of her most frequent masturbation fantasies. She thought that Lisa would still welcome a romantic relationship with her. The only question was how to initiate it. Kimberly didn't sit near Lisa in class, but as she entered the classroom, she caught her eye and smiled, trying to tell Lisa with a look that their relationship was back on track. Lisa returned the smile, a little weakly, and Kim couldn't hide her disappointment. But then Lisa, sensing Kim's feelings, perked up and smiled brightly. Kim mouthed the words, "Let's talk", and Lisa again smiled and nodded.
English was one of Kim's favorite classes, but she was oblivious for the rest of the lesson. All she could think of was talking to Lisa after class. She caught her just outside the door.
"Lisa, we need to talk. I have some things to tell you," she said.
"OK," Lisa responded, a little hesitant. "Why don't we walk home today. Is that all right?"
"Sure," Kimberly said. "I'll meet you out front after school."
Lisa was pleased. She had missed their friendship, too, even if it could go no further. She knew she would continue to struggle with her feelings around Kim, but she still wanted to be with her. She smiled warmly and said, "See you then."
On the way home, the girls chatted lightly, catching up on each other's recent activities. Of course, Kimberly held some things back - she certainly wasn't ready to tell Lisa about her encounters with Rachel and Max - but they still had plenty to share. Finally, Kimberly broached the subject.
"You know Lisa, I've really missed you the past few months," she said.
Lisa smiled that glowing smile of hers, but there was a touch of sadness peeking behind it. "I know. I've missed you, too," she said. "I just didn't think you were really comfortable around me after, well, you know..."
"I know," Kim said with chagrin, "and, really, I was a little uncomfortable. I got a little scared, but I want you to know that .... I was wrong .... about a lot of things." Kim looked intently at Lisa as she said this, trying to convey the full meaning of what she was saying.
Lisa smiled, with a slight touch of nervousness that showed she sensed some part of Kim's implication. It was a look Kim had seen many times before, a cute vulnerability that made Lisa very desirable to her. She had the urge to lean over and kiss her, but of course, she held back.
At they place where their paths parted, Kim continued, "I was thinking we should spend some time together, to catch up, you know? I'd like to regain the closeness we had." Again, Kim's eyes searched Lisa's, hoping she caught the extra meaning of her words, hoping she'd be pleased.
"I'd like that," Lisa said, again displaying the subtle apprehension that made Kimberly want to ravish her right there on the street.
"Well," Kimberly continued, "my family is going to Chicago this weekend. I told them I'd rather not go - my brothers can have more fun, anyway. So maybe you could spend the night Friday?"
"Yeah, that'd be good," Lisa said, trying to hold back a blush.
"Maybe Saturday, too," she added with a coy grin.
Kim smiled slyly back, amused at the little game they were both playing. "Yeah, maybe so," she said, and continued on her way. As she moved toward home, Kim wondered how much of Lisa's reactions were real, how much were Lisa's own little game-playing, and how much were wishful thinking on her part. "Well, we'll find out soon enough," she thought, but despite herself, her mind was flooded with images of she and Lisa, naked, sharing the rapture of sexual adventures.
The rest of the week was difficult day for Kimberly. A good student, she was usually an active participant in classes, but she just couldn't concentrate. Lisa's face intruded on her thoughts, first with that cute, playful smile, then transformed as Kimberly imagined her rocked by a violent orgasm, then, wanton with desire, pressed between Kim's open thighs. Kimberly longed to see those looks, over and over as they pleasured each other.
And Friday, she would.
Lisa arrived early at Kimberly's house that night, and the family had not left yet. It took a real effort for Kim to act casual. In fact, every minute that the family remained seemed like an hour to Kim. The sooner they were gone, the sooner she could start to work on Lisa! Finally, they were off, as Kim put on her best smile for their departure.
Lisa, however, had mixed feelings as they left. For the past four days, she had been thinking about this moment. She seldom masturbated, but several times this week, she had found herself thinking about making love to Kimberly, and couldn't keep from playing with herself. Despite this and the fact that she had originally pursued Kim, now that she was confronted with the reality of being here, she felt very nervous. Was she really going to make love to another girl? Could she do it? Would she like it? Worse still, had she misunderstood Kim's intentions? Perhaps she was just hoping that Kim was coming on to her, and Kim would be more upset than the last time.
Kim noticed that Lisa was acting a little strange. Probably just nerves, she told herself. Or was it? She decided to be cautious. "So, what should we do?" she asked innocently.
"Oh...," Lisa replied, "let's just watch TV for a while."
Television was pretty lame (as usual, Kim thought), but the conversation was pleasant. They really hadn't talked much since they "broke up", so it was nice to catch up. Eventually, though, there was a lull - a rather uncomfortable lull - in the conversation. Both girls knew that they were avoiding the obvious questions. True to form, Kimberly took the initiative...
"You know, Lisa," she started, "I'm really sorry that I've been avoiding you lately. You're really the most important person in the world to me."
"Oh Kim, that's really good to hear," Lisa said, "because I feel the same way about you."
"It's just that, when you said you thought you were in love with me, it really scared me. ...... But I wasn't being honest about that."
Lisa just looked at Kim, weighing the words in her mind. She was afraid to say anything, really. She could feel herself becoming excited as the possibility of making love to her friend came closer to reality.
"Do you know what I mean?" Kim continued.
"Uh huh," was all that Lisa could say in response.
The two girls just looked at each other for a long time, each waiting for some hint from the other. There was a noticeable change in their breathing. Finally Kim said earnestly, "Oh, Lisa, I want to make love to you!"
Lisa said nothing. But in a flash, she closed the short distance between them and covered Kim's lips with her own. A soft, animal sound emerged from her, into Kimberly's open mouth. Suddenly, both girls were in a frenzy as their pent-up feelings were released. Lisa pushed Kimberly back into the sofa cushions, covering her warm body with her own, never breaking their kiss. Kimberly's arms surrounded her as they both held on tight. Their lips played together wetly, their tongues exploring each other until they were both frantic with desire.
Kim reluctantly broke the kiss, panting, "Let's go to my room!"
Lisa's response was a small cry and another hot, sexy kiss. Then she grabbed Kimberly's hand and almost pulled her up the steps. As they reached Kim's room, Lisa breathed, "Oh god, I want you so bad!"
Kimberly had regained some of her composure now, and wanted to stretch this out, to prolong the foreplay. She smiled and said, "Let's strip for each other. You first."
Lisa liked the suggestion. She enjoyed being a tease, and doing this for Kim would be soooo much fun. As Kim sat on the bed, Lisa began to slowly unbutton her blouse, revealing the lacy white bra beneath. Under Kim's rapt gaze, she first removed that garment, then popped the button on her jeans. Rotating her hips to an unheard rumba, Lisa eased her pants down her legs, until she could step out, naked except for her underwear.
Kimberly was entranced by the sight before her. This was even better than she had imagined. As Lisa unhooked and dropped her bra, Kim feasted her eyes on her friend's lovely, pink breasts.
"Oh, Lisa," she moaned, moving her hand down inside her own pants, making sure that Lisa saw where it went.
Lisa loved it. Seeing Kim play with herself, knowing that it was her body that inspired her, was highly erotic. | 1 |
1,041 | The Release of the Master | "You don't get it, do you, Slayer?" the Master said to the beautiful Buffy. "It is not your blood that will break me free. It's your love juice, Slayer. Why do you think that all slayers throughout history are mostly female."
Buffy was fully conscious of what was going on, but unable to do anything. When she got down into the Master's lair, something came from behind her and grabbed her wrists. She had dropped her crossbow in shock. It was a stupid and un-slayer-like thing to do, but she dropped her weapon.
She still had not figured out what it was that got her, but it had her immobilized and pinned to the wall in the Master's lair. And the speech about her love juice from the Master was not helping either.
"See, Slayer, we are now going to extract that juice that will set me free," the Master continued.
With that, he waved his hands and Buffy could see two blurs flying towards her. They landed on each of her breasts and started clawing at her white gown. They quickly tore through her thin gown and thin laced bras. She gasped. Bats! They were bats clawing at her breasts!
But as soon as they tore through her clothing, they stopped... and started sucking her nipples.
In the meantime, the thing that had her pinned to the wall started to grow. Actually, she just noticed that it had been growing ever since it got her. The thing felt damp as it pressed itself onto her back. Then suddenly, it pulled away from her back. And it took the back part of her gown with it! Because her gown was a one-piece gown, the front part of the gown just fell off! Now she was almost naked! She only had her white cotton panties on; and her clawed bras.
Her nipples were sore now. The bats had continued sucking on them non-stop all during this time. The thing that had her pinned down was back on her bare back. It felt slimy on her back. It was beginning to "overflow" towards the front now. It had seeped between her and her panties now and expanded itself to cover her two firm buttock cheeks now, at the same time pushing her panties away from her.
She felt her legs beginning to part. She could not help it. She was powerless against it. "Yes," the Master muttered. "I can sense your juice flowing now. Soon, I will be FREE!"
She could feel the thing pinning her down sucking on every part of her that touched it. It felt like tiny suckers nipping at her. Her skin was beginning to feel aroused. The thing had now covered past her sides. It had passed her ass and cunt area. It started to encompass her pubic area. It started to tug at her blonde pubic hairs. She tried to bear it. After all, she IS the slayer. It was trying to suck out her pubic hairs! She was highly aroused now from the tiny sucking going on to her clitoris area and anal area. It was heightened by the pain she was feeling on her pubic hair area.
Her breasts were now screaming with pain, too. The thing had started covering her breast area. The bats continued to suck like nothing was happening. The thing was almost onto the bats. Then, suddenly, the bats were gone. The numbness on her nipples increased her sexuality. In a split second, the thing had encompassed her nipples completely, nipping away. She gave out a moan as her nipples hardened like never before.
"Excellent!" the Master proclaimed. "Do you feel your weakness, Slayer? Your weakness is my strength."
It was true. The sensuality weakened her. Her arousal weakened her even more. She no longer stood on her own. The thing was enveloping and supporting her now. She moaned some more. This time, the thing started to engulf the lower part of her face. Her mouth was starting to be filled with the thing. It tasted bitter. But it tasted good. Her mind was starting to go into overload from the sensations of her body.
"Bring her to me, my torturer," the Master echoed. "I shall drink of her love now."
The thing extended itself towards the Master. The thing slowly lowered her where the Master sat at the throne. She suddenly felt the lips to her womanhood extended. She opened her eyes and saw into the Master's eyes. She was being impaled by the Master's penis. She wanted to shout "No!" but her mouth was covered with the thing. She was a virgin and it was not good. Her cunt's lips gave way and she felt the pain as her hymen began to tear. The pain mixed with the pleasure and the sensualism all over her body overtook her as her orgasm hit her. The Master's tool penetrated her as she felt her anal muscles begin to stretch. She gasped when she realized what was happening. There was something else trying to get into her anal passage! As the Master's tool penetrated her deeper, the anal object stretched her anal hole likewise. She wanted to scream, but could not. Her mouth was now filled with the thing. It was beginning to choke her. The muscle pain at her anal passage screamed, too as the invader relentlessly and mercilessly violated her in the most defiled way. Her second orgasm ricocheted through her body and her mind. The cognitive part of her had completely shut down. She was like a puppet doll to be used by the Master now.
The Master's tool and the anal invader sank deeper and deeper into her. It must have been her G-spot because as the Master's tool pulsated faster and deeper, she started to climax faster. She was moaning now; there was no more resistance from her. The Master's tool was now sucking her love juice for his freedom. The anal invader continued to extend into her. It had passed the Master's tool in depth now.
It took almost 30 minutes before the Master had drained all her love juice. She was dead way before the Master was done. The thing finally lifted her off the Master and retracted back. She fell by gravity's pull into the pool where Xander would find her. | 3 |
1,043 | Willow and Cordy | "Do you guys feel hypnotized? Are we supposed to feel hypnotized? Do you think we were hypnotized? 'Cause I don't feel hypnotized," rambled Willow Rosenberg.
Buffy and Xander stopped walking and just stared.
"Willow, the guy was a fraud, although the monkey was kinda cool," stated Xander, "Right, Buff?"
"Definitely," agreed Buffy. "I'm not really one to fall for that 'Ooga wooga, you're under my control' mumbo jumbo. Slaying legions of the undead, yes; Marvo the Marvelous, no."
Xander rolled his eyes. "You couldn't have just said 'Yes, Xander, you're so right?'"
Buffy gave him a look and tried to suppress her laughter.
The trio's hypnosis discussion, or lack thereof, was interrupted when Cordelia approached them.
"Oh look. It's the... the... uh," Xander scrambled to find his words of insult, but Willow spoke before he could finish.
"It's Cordelia."
Xander looked at Willow.
"Yes. It's the Cordelia," he said pointedly.
"Look," began Cordelia as Xander sighed in impatience, "I really need some extra credit for my Psychology grade. Miss Alexander said I could get some if I interviewed this mental-"
"Hypno-mentalist," corrected Willow.
"Exactly why I'm here," continued Cordy, "I was wondering if you could give me a hand with it, since you're so... sciency."
After a brief interlude of Xander's sarcasm, Willow and Cordelia went off to find the hypnotist. An hour later they met up with Buffy and Giles in the library.
"So, the hypno twins are back," announced Buffy, "How'd it go?"
"Boring as could be," uttered Cordelia, rolling her eyes.
"Yeah, even I was losing interest," remarked Willow, "He kept going on and on about expressing your true self and there was this ball that met the monkey. His name is Harpo."
Giles tilted his head thoughtfully, "This, um, hypnotist... what was his name?"
"Marvo the Marvelous," chimed the entire group, somewhat surprised with each other.
"Yes, I do recall researching his methods in the past. He uses simple techniques to appear authentic. His personal methods, however, have proven to be quite successful."
Buffy grabbed her bag. "Well, that's great Giles, but I've got a ton of trig to do, so I'm off."
"Yeah, I've gotta book, too," replied Cordy. She turned to Willow, "So, you'll help me write up my paper?"
"Sure. Just let me know when."
"How 'bout tomorrow. After school? My house?"
"Okay."
"Great." Cordelia hurried out of the library.
Xander looked at Willow, "Tomorrow is Friday..."
"Yes, that's the day that comes after Thursday, which is today," Willow stated.
"I know that. But Cordelia always goes to the Bronze on Friday. We go to the Bronze on Friday. Do you see where I'm going with this."
"Maybe she's planning to speed type and then go to the Bronze after. That's what I do." Willow gathered her books and left the library.
"But Cordelia's the social queen. Something's not right." Xander turned to see that Giles had gone into his office, "And I'm talking to myself, like an idiot."
Friday mornings were always hectic at Sunnydale High School. The students were eager to start their weekends, and the teachers were just as anxious to send them on their merry ways so that they too could begin their weekend rituals. Buffy and Xander were discussing the previous evening's events, which involved Buffy and, what else, a vampire. Cordelia turned the corner and began to approach them. Buffy looked at her and did a double-take. Cordelia was dressed in a pair of Levi's and a T-shirt. Xander noticed Buffy looking at something and turned to see Cordelia.
"The queen of fashion dressed like that," Xander commented, "If this is a dream, please, just let me sleep five more minutes."
Behind them, Willow approached from the opposite end of the hall. They both met Buffy, Xander and Giles at the same moment, and seemed to take a minute to look at each other.
Later that day, Cordelia was searching for Willow. School was out and she wanted to get her paper written so she would have time to go to the Bronze. She opened the door to the music room, not sure if Willow was a band geek, but one could never be too thorough. Someone was playing a lilting Tori Amos tune on the piano. Sure enough, it was Willow pounding away on the keys.
"Wow, I didn't know you could play," Cordelia commented, startling Willow.
"Oh! I... uh... don't play much around people... or never around people."
Cordelia slowly walked to the piano bench. "Do you think you could teach me something?"
"Um..." Willow felt funny, but she wasn't sure why, other than feeling completely nervous about the whole situation.
Cordelia sat down next to Willow.
"Well, this here is middle C," Willow pointed to a key. "And you put your hand here," she took Cordy's hand, placing it on middle C. She placed her hand on top of Cordelia's, surprised at the dizzying effect she was getting from the feeling of Cordy's hand under her own.
"What is going on in here!" belted a voice from the doorway.
The girls turned to see Principal Snyder.
"School is over. That means go home!"
Minutes later, they were in Cordelia's car on their way to write the psychology paper. Cordelia pulled into the empty three-car garage of her high-class Sunnydale home.
"Wow. This is beautiful," exclaimed Willow, as they entered the house.
"Yeah, but it gets old after a while. Especially the Golden Swan Fountain," Cordy pointed to a Golden Swan Fountain and giggled. Willow began to giggle, too. Cordelia grabbed her hand, "C'mon, I'll show you my room."
"Are we being too rambunctious-like? Won't your parents get kinda... parenty if we keep being silly?"
"They're off in Rio or somewhere this weekend. Again."
"Oh."
"Here, this is my room," Cordy opened a door to reveal a simple, but nicely decorated room.
"This is nice."
"I like simplicity. It makes life easier, especially when I have to keep up with the popular thing. It's such a drain."
"Then why do you do it?"
"It's just the way I am, I guess. But enough about me."
Willow blinked. Did Cordelia Chase just say "enough about me"?
"Cordelia, are you feeling all right?"
"Never better. I actually feel kinda... free. Ever since yesterday..."
Willow nodded, "Me too."
They stared at each other for a minute. Willow took a step closer to Cordelia. "You don't think that Marvo really..."
"Really what? Surfaced our inner feelings?"
"Yeah."
"I don't know and I don't care. All I know is that I've felt this way for you for a long time..."
"Felt... this way?" Willow leaned forward and kissed Cordelia softly on the lips.
"Forward much?" remarked Cordelia as Willow broke the kiss.
Then Cordelia wrapped her arms around Willow and leaned in for another. This time the kiss was more passionate. Willow slowly slid her tongue into Cordelia's mouth. While their tongues danced in fiery intimacy, Willow's hands moved along Cordelia's body, down to her waist, pulling her closer, then up to her breasts, where she ran her thumbs across Cordy's erect nipples. Cordy broke the kiss, reached down and pulled off her shirt to give Willow better access. Willow smiled, gleefully, and pulled Cordy to the queen-sized bed.
Willow tugged at Cordelia's top. After a short while, they had both successfully removed all of each other's clothing. Willow laid Cordelia down and hovered over her. They kissed again. Willow began to kiss Cordy's neck and shoulders and then moved down to the May Queen's perfect breasts. She kissed them and began to lick one as her hand explored the other. Cordelia's moans of approval persuaded her to continue on this voyage. As her lips continued, her other hand moved down between Cordy's thighs. Willow heard Cordelia's sharp intake of breath and smiled. "You know, Cordy. I could stop now if you want..." Willow teased, playfully. "Don't you DARE!" was Cordy's response. Willow slowly began to stroke Cordelia's inner lips. It was hot and wet inside the realms of the cheerleader's womanhood. Willow slipped in a finger. Cordelia moaned. As she continued this movement, Willow kissed down Cordy's stomach to the patch of coming her to Cordyland. Willow breathed in the sweet scent of Cordelia. She lowered herself into Cordy, her tongue probing deep inside, eagerly tasting the fashion-conscious popularity guru. Cordelia arched her back as Willow replaced her finger with her tongue. She had never felt so good. Not even when she was nominated for Junior Miss Sunnydale. Willow continued to caress Cordy's insides with her tongue, quickening the pace. Cordelia's breath became sharper and faster; she pressed her hips into Willow's face. Willow slid her finger in alongside her tongue, rubbing in alternate motions. "God, Will! Don't - ever - stop!"Cordy's body was white-hot. Her breath was quick and sharp as she convulsed on the bed. Willow felt her tightening around her tongue and finger. She remained there until Cordelia relaxed, then kissed her way up to her mouth and planted a kiss on her lips. They held each other, peaceful, just happy to lie in the arms of each other. Willow smiled slyly, "Betcha never thought I could do that." Cordy smiled back, "You'd be surprised what I've thought about you." "Oh really?" Cordelia just grinned and ran her finger down Willow's chest. "I've had my eye on you for a long time, Willow Rosenberg." She kissed Willow with driving force and then moved down her body, kissing here and there until she reached Willow's wet, throbbing hot spot. She ran her tongue along the outside of Willow's crotch. Willow groaned in approval. Cordelia then thrust her tongue inside, eager to taste what she'd been dreaming about for so long. She lapped at an increasing speed as Willow writhed and spasmed. Willow was already hot from the excitement she had been able to give Cordelia, and it wasn't going to take much more to send her over the edge. She pressed her hips into Cordelia as she began to move her tongue in circles. This was enough for Willow. Her body tightened as she was washed in a wave of hot/cold electricity. Cordelia resumed her place next to Willow. After Willow regained the ability to move again, she snuggled closer to Cordelia and kissed her softly.
That night at the Bronze, Buffy and Xander wondered about Willow and Cordelia.
"Do you think they'll show?" asked Buffy.
"It's not like either of them to miss a night of frolicky fun. Besides, this is Sunnydale, land of the Hellmouth, what else is there to do," Xander remarked.
A voice came from behind them. "Hi, guys! Sorry we're late."
They turned to see Willow, wearing what looked to be a Todd Oldham original. Buffy tilted her head, puzzled. "Where'd you get the cool dress, Willers?"
"Oh, Cordy lent it to me..." Willow replied, matter-of-factly.
Buffy and Xander looked at each other, mouthing "Cordy" questioningly.
Cordelia approached the group with two bottles of Aquafina in hand, and handed one to Willow, "Here you go, love."
Willow took the bottle and set it on the table. "Thanks, but right now," she said, grabbing the other bottle from Cordelia and setting it on the table as well, "I want to dance."
She took Cordelia by the hand and led her out on the dance floor.
Buffy and Xander just stared.
Xander spoke first. "Oh-"
Buffy interrupted. "-my"
"god!" they both finished. | 4 |
1,046 | Robin and the Catwoman | "Oh, my head," Robin whispered as he stirred awake.
It took a few moments for him to fully regain consciousness. His last memory was of chasing someone across the Gotham rooftops, and now he was in someone's apartment.
"I've been captured!" He screamed in his mind as he suddenly realized he was under restraints.
Taking a deep breath, he willed himself to think calmly, just as Batman had taught him. He took stock of the situation and then formed a plan of action.
The room was in semi-darkness, illuminated only by the moonlight filtering through the skylight. Bright blue eyes surveyed the loft. Not much to see. A studio apartment, very nondescript. It could be anywhere in Gotham City - or for that matter, any city. A small bed, three dressers, a small kitchenette. Then he noticed two suitcases in the corner. Someone was either just moving in or ready to move out.
Next, he again tried his bonds. No good, they were strong leather straps. He was strapped to some sort of homemade wooden table, attached to a wheel and pulley system that allowed the bed to be raised and lowered. He could be turned straight up to a standing position or laid flat. Currently, he was locked into a forty-five-degree angle. If anything, it reminded him of something out of those old Frankenstein movies.
"Okay, I'm not strong enough to break out of this," he said to himself. "So let's consider rescue options."
Across the room, he could see his bright yellow cape and green gloves draped across a chair. He couldn't see his utility belt anywhere.
"Figures, that'd be the first thing they took," Robin said to himself. "The homing transmitter would make rescue all too easy."
Then the sixteen-year-old adventurer made another futile attempt to loosen his bonds. In his mind, he reviewed the events leading up to his predicament.
He'd been on his way back from making a personal appearance at the new Gotham Boy's Club over in West Douglaston when he spotted a dark figure exiting a tenth-floor window of the Diamond Exchange. He'd tried Batman on his cycle's radio, but got only static. It would be impossible to follow the figure on the streets, so he bat-roped to the roof and took off after the thief.
Despite his years of circus acrobatic training, continued and improved on by the Batman, Robin was unable to do more than keep the dark figure in sight. Whoever they were - they were good. After about ten minutes, he was about to give up, having lost the burglar somewhere near the waterfront. Flipping on his portable radio, he was about to check in when he caught a sudden movement off to his right. The green and red clad boy whirled around and quickly took off across the roof. He was only a few seconds behind his adversary when he suddenly felt himself falling. Robin had only a split second to realize that the rotting roof of this long-abandoned building had given way beneath him. Then he was engulfed in darkness.
"Well, Dickie boy, you really did it this time," the Boy Wonder said. "When Batman catches up to you, he's really going to read you the riot act about taking off on your own."
He really didn't want to consider the possibility that Batman wouldn't catch up to him. Or that his captor might have planned a fatal conclusion to the night's adventure.
Who was his captor? That was a good question. Was it the shadowy thief he'd chased across the rooftops? Or was it someone who'd just stumbled upon his unconscious body in that empty warehouse?
One good thing in his favor, aside from a low-grade headache and a few minor bruises, he didn't seem to be hurt. Another thing in his favor was that he was still wearing his mask, meaning that whoever had brought him here didn't know his Dick Grayson identity. Not that he was famous or anything, but he'd been photographed with Bruce enough times for someone to have seen a picture. If Bruce Wayne's ward was moonlighting as Robin, could there be any question about who was Batman?
Far off in the distance, Dick heard a clock chiming two. He'd been unconscious for almost three hours. Batman had to be out looking for him by now. But looking where?
For the next twenty minutes, that thought dominated his thinking. Without that utility belt, it was going to be pure chance that he was found. Could his captor have already left, abandoning him here? If that was the case, he might never be found.
That morbid concept was suddenly interrupted by the sound of padded footsteps on the roof. Followed by the appearance of a dark form at the edge of the skylight.
"Batman?" Robin whispered under his breath.
Half of the old-style skylight opened, and the shadowy figure dropped into the room. With a catlike grace, the silhouette landed on the hardwood floor. Still covered in shadows, it moved across the room to a light switch next to the door.
"I can tell you're awake," said a soft, melodious voice as she hit the light switch, flooding the room with light. "No sense is trying to hide it."
Illuminated by the twin rows of track lighting that covered the opposite walls, she stood revealed. Clad in a skintight dark purple jumpsuit, she wore a tight-fitting cowl with small cat ears. Although she had never been photographed, Robin had no doubt as to her identity.
"You're the Catwoman!" He said in an excited voice.
"Well, that's pretty obvious..." She responded as she walked across the room. "Any other revelations?"
As she stood in front of him, Robin couldn't help but be impressed by her purple-clad body. He'd always thought Batgirl had a hard body, but next to the Catwoman, she might as well have been a boy.
"I must've been out of my mind bringing you up here," she said as she tossed a small carry bag onto the bed. "If I was the hardened criminal they keep writing about in the papers, I'd have left you back in that warehouse. The way some of those rags write about me, I should've slit your throat, just to keep in practice."
A slight shiver ran through Robin at that suggestion. Then he told himself that if she wanted him dead, she already had ample opportunity.
"Why did you bring me up here?" Robin asked.
"I was impressed by the way you tried to keep up with me back there at the Diamond Exchange," she began. "No one's ever even spotted me on a job, and here you were on my heels for over a mile. When I saw you fall through that roof, I doubled back to see how badly you were hurt."
"To be honest, I only spotted you at the Exchange by accident," Robin interrupted, figuring it was better to keep on her good side. "And I was about to give up when you bolted out of that last cubby-hole."
"Well, that makes me feel a little better," she said as she smiled. "I take great pride in my abilities."
She paused as she pulled off her cowl, revealing short black hair. She looked to be about 27, with features more cute than beautiful. Running her fingers across her head, she combed it into an almost boyish style.
"Where was I? Oh yes, I doubled back to see how badly you were hurt. At first glance, your injuries looked a lot worse than they really were. You landed in a pile of garbage bags, they broke your fall. Nothing was broken, I've had paramedic training. At first, I figured I'd just call an ambulance and get out of there while the getting was good. Then I spotted a group of waterfront dregs already watching from the broken windows. If I left you there, you might not be alive when the boys in white showed up."
"Thank you, I'm grateful," Robin said emotionally. "I really mean that."
"I believe you do," Catwoman replied. "I've never killed anyone, never wanted to be the cause of anyone else's death. Unlike most of those costume clowns running around this city, I'm only in this for the money. Let them play their power trip games while they try and outfox the Police and Batman. I'm content with having never been seen, only glimpsed."
"Until now...." Robin said, suddenly feeling a little insecure.
"Until now...." Catwoman repeated.
A long silence hung in the air until the Catwoman finally spoke again.
"I guess I have to make sure that you can't tell anyone about the Catwoman.""She said.
Robin's face went pale with her words, and he felt his body grow suddenly cold.
"Since I already passed on my chance to do away with you..." Catwoman said. "I guess I'll have to kill the Catwoman instead."
"What?" Robin asked, certain he had heard wrong.
"Kill the Catwoman." She repeated. "If she doesn't exist, then your description doesn't matter, does it?"
Robin let out a sigh of relief.
"I've been planning to retire the tights after a few more jobs," Catwoman continued. "I guess I should take this as a sign that it's time. No sense tempting fate. After all, I already have enough money. All safe and sound in the best banks."
"Catwoman...I..." Robin began.
He was cut off as she placed an outstretched index finger against his lips, signifying silence.
"I told you, from this moment on, there is no Catwoman." She said softly. "My name is Selina."
"Selina..." He corrected himself. "I was wondering..."
"You're wondering what I'm planning to do with you?"
"Yes."
"Well, seeing as you don't need immediate medical attention," Selina said. "I figure I'll just leave you where you are and call the police with your location when I leave here in the morning. It's not as if you're going anywhere before then." She added as she ran her gloved hand against the edge of Robin's table.
"I see your point," Robin replied.
"Interesting little toy, isn't it?" Selina noted as she adjusted the strap across Robin's chest. "The woman I subleased this loft from was heavily into Bondage and Discipline. When she went to Europe for the summer, she put most of her toys into storage, but she had to leave this one behind. Haven't had any use for it until now."
"Lucky me," Robin answered.
With Selina only a foot away from him, Dick found himself becoming increasingly aware of her as a woman. The soft natural redness of her lips, the bright green of her eyes, the enticing curve of her breasts. In his mind, he was having difficulty concentrating on being Robin. He felt himself slipping back into Dick Grayson, with a 16-year-old's hormones. He was relieved when Selina turned and started to walk away from him. Watching her as she moved, the Boy Wonder couldn't help but note - she had a beautiful ass.
"Oh, by the way," The black-haired woman said as she stopped and turned. "If you've been looking for your utility belt, it's not here. I found the micro-transmitter and the homing device in it when I carried you up here. I turned it on and dumped it across town on the Oakridge section. Wouldn't want Batman showing up unexpectedly, would we?"
Selina spent the next hour packing her belongings in the two suitcases Robin had spotted earlier. She had laid out a change of clothes, but except for the gloves she had removed earlier, she still wore the purple jumpsuit of the now "deceased" Catwoman.
"There, ready to go," Selina announced. "It's still a few hours till sunrise. No sense in drawing too much attention by leaving while it's still dark."
Robin was counting the minutes until he would be free. The sooner she was gone, the sooner he would be out of here. So intent was he on this idea that he didn't even notice at first that Selina was stripping out of the purple catsuit right in front of him.
"I hope you don't embarrass easily," She said as she pulled the form-fitting outfit down her body. "But there's barely room in that bathroom to shower, much less change clothes."
Embarrass wasn't the word for what Robin felt. The flush he felt in his reddening face was nothing to the warmness between his legs as he felt his dick growing hard. Stripped of her tight purple jumpsuit, Selina exhibited a lean, firm body that any professional athlete would envy. Her breasts, while not large, were perfectly formed, held in place by a black sports bra. Every muscle was toned to perfection, the result of endless hours in a gym. By the time she was down to just her bra and matching panties, Dick could feel his cock straining against his dark green briefs.
It was at that moment that Selina pulled off her bra, letting her small breasts pop free. The sight of those firm mounds and the small pink nipples atop them was more than Dick could stand.
"Wow!" He exclaimed softly.
He hoped that she hadn't heard, but she had. She smiled at his comment and then walked over to him. Try as he could, it was impossible for Robin to hide his hard-on.
"I guess I'll take that as a compliment," She said as she noted the large bulge in his shorts.
Giving in to temptation, Selina reached down with her fingers and traced the outline of his cock through Robin's briefs. Surprised to find that erect, it measured almost seven inches, she laughed as it jumped at her touch.
"I guess that's another reason they call you the Boy Wonder," She laughed.
Robin didn't reply, but her fingers had felt nice against his cock, even through the material of his shorts.
"You know, that also answers another question I always wondered about," She continued as she retraced her fingers in the opposite direction. "I always wondered if Batman and you were queer. I mean, why else would a grown man run around with a teenage boy unless he was buggering him. I can see that at least you like girls."
"Batman's no queer!" Robin called out.
"Well, I guess I'll have to take your word for it," Selina replied as she gave his cock a playful squeeze.
Impressed by the hardness in her hand, Selina made a decision.
"I know I shouldn't be doing this, but I have to take a peek."
With that, she gripped both sides of his green briefs and pulled both them and his underwear down to his knees. Released from the tight confines of his costume, Robin's cock sprung upward, pointing to the ceiling in all its youthful splendor.
"Wow!" Selina said. Now it was her turn to be impressed.
Rather than be embarrassed, Robin was proud that she was impressed.
"I bet you have girls lining up at your high school to have a turn at that," Selina said as she cupped his balls in one hand and ran her nails alongside the thick shaft.
Dick tried to hide his response, but for a moment, his expression betrayed him.
"I can't believe that," Selina said in surprise, "Not with a body like you have and equipment like that. No way you're a virgin."
But Dick knew that he was. It wasn't that girls hadn't been interested. Many had, and more than a few had made their interest crystal clear. Yet if was impossible to let anyone get that close. He couldn't take the chance that anyone might find out he was Robin.
Watching the expression change on the teen's face, Selina knew that indeed he was. Still stroking his erect cock, she was overcome with sudden desire.
"You know, I've stolen just about everything of great value you can think of. Cash, jewels, stocks," She said. "But I've never stolen anything as precious as a boy's cherry."
Robin looked right into her eyes and knew that she wanted him. To be totally honest with himself, he wanted her as well.
"Until now..." Selina concluded.
With that, she dropped down and took Robin's throbbing penis into her mouth and began to suck softly on it.
Robin couldn't believe the incredible sensation he felt as he felt the wetness of Selina's mouth engulf his boyhood. Every nerve in his cock was alive, and as her tongue passed along the length of his dick, it sent sparks throughout his body. Beginning at the base of his balls, Selina began to lick and kiss her way to his crown. Licking the underside of his cockhead, she brought soft moans of delight from his lips. Then she wrapped her lips around it once again and deep-throated his length.
Pushing against his restraints, Robin struggled to push more of his cock into her willing mouth. With what movement he had, he began to thrust his pelvis, face-fucking Selina. Reaching down with her free hand, Selina freed Robin's legs from their restraints. His legs now free, the Boy Wonder was able to double his gyrations, bringing a smile to her cock-filled mouth.
Already she could taste the first drops of pre-cum on her tongue. Selina knew that Robin was close to exploding. Gripping his balls and pressing on his urethra, she tried to hold him back as long as possible. At the rate he was pumping, it would only be seconds more. As her mouth finished an upward motion and had just begun to recover the crown, Selina's mouth suddenly filled with an explosion of hot, sweet, boy-cum.
She immediately swallowed as fast as she could, taking his cock deep into her mouth as a second volley followed the first. She swallowed this as well, making room for a third burst. This one she held in her mouth, moving it around with her tongue. Small drippings exited the corners of her mouth as a fourth and final salvo caught her by surprise. Boy Wonder indeed.
Temporarily spent, Robin's cock began to grow semi-soft in her mouth. Selina let it slide free, then began to lick it clean with her tongue. Less than a minute later, not a drop remained.
Standing up, she looked at Robin's no longer innocent face. She released the table locks and rotated him to a standing position. Moving closer, she kissed him. Softly at first, then a little harder as her tongue slid between his lips. As his own tongue made contact with hers, Robin got his first taste of his own cum. He was surprised that it didn't bother him, not since it had come as a gift from this wonderful woman before him.
"I'd unfasten you more, my Boy Wonder," Selina said as she stroked his cheek. "But I'm still not the trusting sort. Besides, the lesson's just beginning...and it's going to be a bumpy ride."
Running her hands across Robin's muscular chest, Selina began to undo the yellow laces that held his red tunic together. Opening the last one, she pulled the tunic apart as far as it would go. Then she took a firm grip on the green shirt beneath it and ripped that open too.A wide smile filled her face as she ran her nails across his naked, hairless chest.
"Nice..." Selina purred as she stroked his pectorals. "You must spend a lot of time in the gym."
Up to that moment, Dick had never appreciated the endless hours he'd spent working out in the Batcave. Her fingers felt so good as they moved across his skin. As they touched his nipples, Selina gave each one of them a playful tug.
"Like that, don't you?" She said as she continued to gently caress his nipples. "Most young men don't realize how sensitive their nipples can be."
Moving closer, she kissed first one nipple, then the other. Then her tongue began to work its magic, bringing little sparkles of pleasure to his body. She continued to tongue his now erect nipples as her hand glided down to his semi-erect cock. Taking it in hand, she was pleased to note it was already beginning to harden.
"Now it's my turn," Selina said as she again adjusted the side wheel on his table-bed and lowered him to a horizontal position.
Maintaining a firm grip on his cock, Selina raised herself onto the bed and positioned herself so that her breasts were flush with his face.
"Let's see how observant you were?" She said as she lowered one breast to his mouth.
Reaching upward with his tongue as he had watched her do a few minutes before, Robin traced the light pink outline of her areola. Then he rubbed the tip of his tongue against the top of Selina's eraser-sized nipple. Finally, he lifted his head just a little, taking the whole crown in his mouth.
It wasn't the first time he'd sucked on a breast, but the two high school encounters before this couldn't compare. Selina's body scent was intoxicating as he covered it with his saliva. Pleased with his efforts, Selina shifted her other breast into his reach.
As Robin continued to suckle, Selina had brought his youthful cock back to full hardness. She grazed the underside of his balls with her long red nails, tweaking the small black hairs that surrounded them.
She knew he was ready to go again, but there was one more lesson he needed to learn before the final one. In her opinion, it was the most important one.
Standing up on the bed, she moved forward and squatted over his face. With her legs spread, Selina lowered herself until her bushy mound hovered right over his waiting mouth.
"OK, Boy Wonder," She said. "Let's see how good you can use that talent on this."
Robin stared for a few seconds at the hairy pussy barely two inches above him. It was his first real look at a woman's sex. That was of course if he discounted the brief look he'd gotten at Barbara Gordon when he walked in on her coming out of the shower one night she had stayed at Wayne Manor. Mousy librarian that she was, Dick was amazed to discover that she had a body almost as good as Batgirl's. What a waste he had thought at the time.
"Well?" Selina asked, snapping Robin's mind back from its wandering.
Since Robin's hands were still restrained, Selina reached down with one hand and parted her cunt lips. Lifting his head as far as he could, Robin began to lick away as fast as he could.
Selina could tell it was his first experience licking a woman. His tongue was all over the place, but occasionally he would hit the right spot. She gently took a hold of his head and began to guide him to her sensitive spots.
"Easy..." She whispered as she lowered herself so that her open cunt now rested on top of his eager mouth. "Just take it nice and slow, let your tongue glide in and out."
Finally, Robin began to follow her instructions and began to be rewarded with his first tastes of girlcum. It was very different from his own, which he'd tasted a little earlier. While his had been salty and a little tart, Selina's was sweet. Nevertheless, he found it to be a delicious flavor. Dick was sure that none of the girls at school could ever have tasted so good.
"That's better..." Selina said as she arched back and enjoyed the feel of his tongue inside her. "Not so talkative now, huh. I guess the pussy's got your tongue!"
Pinned beneath her, Dick wanted to groan at the bad pun. To think he used to like childish things like that.
Rubbing her now well-lubricated cunt back and forth over Robin's face, Selina soon covered it with a thin layer of girljuice. As she lifted herself off him, she couldn't resist licking a little of it off.
"Mmmm" She purred as her tongue licked the side of his face. "I think you're ready for the main event."
Backtracking her earlier steps on the bed, Selina moved to a point where her wet pussy now hovered over Robin's rock-hard member. Taking it in hand, she held it straight and lowered herself onto it.
With the cockhead at the entrance walls of her womanhood, she paused a moment. Her emerald green eyes looked into his baby blues. The fire between her legs flared in intensity as she saw the hunger in those eyes.
Dropping an inch, she eased his cockhead inside her. It slid effortlessly, quickly covered by the heavy lubrication Robin had produced through his efforts. Then in a quick motion, she dropped all the way and took him totally within her.
Robin gasped at the sudden envelopment of his boyhood. The wet pressure around it brought a smile of satisfaction to his face. If he thought having his boycock in her mouth was heaven, the words didn't exist to describe this incredible delight. As Selina began to move up and down on his pole, the sensations grew in intensity. Bracing her hands against the sides of the bed, Selina began to rise and drop with an ever-increasing frequency. Faster and faster, she pumped, creating a suction that was drawing the life out of his cock.
"Oh God...Selina!" Robin called out as he tried to match her motions.
At the rate she was moving, Selina knew that he would cum quickly. Few 16-year-olds had any kind of self-control. A few minutes later, she felt his body tensing. Lifting herself higher so that his cock nearly fell out of her, she drove herself down on it with a fury. Up again she raised and then down with the same abandon. Twice more was all it took as she felt the first hot burst erupt inside her.
Slamming her body down upon him, Selina grabbed his arms and pulled him to her. Her mouth sought out his, and she kissed him passionately while his seed spread within her. Holding him pressed tightly against her, she continued to pump his still firm cock until his balls had been squeezed of every last drop of that beautiful white cream.
Finally, it was done, and her hot, sweat-covered body collapsed upon his. Too exhausted to even lift herself, she just laid there, his cock still within her. Eventually, it began to shrink to its pre-aroused state and slipped from within her. So drained were they both that after closing their eyes for a moment, they both drifted off to sleep.
Bright golden sunlight flooded the skylight when Selina finally opened her eyes. Glancing upward, she saw that Robin was already awake but had made no move to awaken her. She was pleased that he still wore that broad, satisfied grin he had fallen asleep with.
"I have to tell you, kid," She said as she climbed off him. "You're really something. A little practice and you're going to be irresistible."
Glancing at the clock, Selina was shocked to find that it was already nine. She had to get out of here. Running into the bathroom, she took a hasty shower and quickly dressed.
"Give me a few minutes to get myself together, and I'll get you cleaned up afterwards," Selina called over to Robin as she zippered up her dress.
For the first time since awakening, Robin glanced down at himself and was surprised at how he looked. Ripped costume. Naked from the chest down. Dried cum caked on both his face and groin. Not exactly the image the correct young hero was supposed to project. Still, last night had been incredible.
Selina had just finished setting her other earring when she glanced out the window over the kitchen area. Her pretty face suddenly turned a cold pale.
"Oh shit!" She exclaimed.
"What's the matter?" Robin called out as he tried to jump up protectively only to be pulled back by the straps he still wore.
"No time for the luggage," Selina said to herself as she grabbed her carry-bag, all she really needed was inside that anyway. "I have to get out of here now!"
Quickly moving for the door, she paused for a second next to her young lover. Impulsively, she bent down and kissed him.
"I meant what I said before, Richard, you were one hell of a fuck!" She said before disappearing out the door.
"She knew!" Robin said as he strained to try and see what had spooked her at the window. "She must've had my mask off when she examined my cuts when I was unconscious."
Richard Grayson didn't have long to ponder the thought as a tall, dark blue and gray figure appeared within view of the kitchen window. With a practiced ease, the Dark Knight threw a silk line across the alleyway and swung onto the rooftop. Appearing at the skylight, he quickly opened it and dropped inside.
At first, he ignored the bound figure in front of him. He used the first few seconds of his entry to assess his surroundings. Finally satisfied they were alone, he produced a small, sharp-edged blade from the yellow utility belt around his waist. With quick motions of his gloved hands, he cut the leather straps which had held Robin captive.
Robin sat up slowly, rubbing his wrists. Batman didn't say a word; he just took a long look at his ward and his somewhat unusual condition.
"Bruce..... I...." Robin began, but was cut off by a wave of the Batman's hand.
"Later, right now let's get you dressed and out of here."
As Robin pulled on what was left of his costume and recovered his bright yellow cape, Batman ran his hand along the length of the homemade operating table.
"I'm not sure what exactly happened here," He said in a powerful, authoritative tone."But chum, when we get back to the Batcave, you and I are going to have a long, long talk."
Robin didn't reply. Instead, he palmed a small perfumed handkerchief from the dresser and slid it into the pouch of his cape. No matter the outcome of the promised talk, it had been worth it. | 3 |
1,067 | Love Boat: Cum Aboard | "Hey, no minors behind the bar," Isaac said. His dark face was stern, but Vicki could hear the teasing in his voice.
"It's okay," she said, smiling up at him. "Dad... I mean, Captain Stubing, said I could clean up back here. Actually, he ordered me to." She giggled as she backed away from the bar's overhang and stood up. "I wanted some spending money for when we reach the island, and he said I had to earn it."
Isaac smiled broadly. "Well, then, get to it, girl," he said, and walked back to the far end.
With a grimace, Vicki squatted down again and crawled under the bar, pushing her dust rag into the nooks and crevices.
She was concentrating on getting all the way into the tight corners of the narrow shelves, so she wasn't aware at first of the three girls who had climbed up on the high stools at that end of the gleaming wooden bar. It was only when one of them spoke Vicki's name that she lifted her head in surprise -- only to bang it on the bottom of the bar's top. She sank down, rubbing her head.
The girls must not have heard the thump over the clanging and banging of the calypso band nearby. They kept chatting, talking loud enough to be heard over the music even down where Vicki was.
"I know, she's just so dumb, isn't she? Like, really, who does she think she is? Walking around in that stupid uniform half the time? Like, I'm sure, she's, like, driving the boat, right?"
The shrill, whiny voice set Vicki's teeth on edge. As she struggled to decide between getting up to confront the girls or staying quiet to hear it all, another one chimed in.
"Like, for sure. And did you see what she was wearing yesterday? Like, gag me with a spoon! A one-piece! Like, nobody wears one-pieces except old ladies and fatties. Gross!"
Under the bar, Vicki looked down at herself. She had on a loose-fitting pullover and a pair of shorts, both in a riotous pastel pattern. She poked at her stomach. Maybe it wasn't as flat as some, but she was a long way from the plump kid she was when she first got on the boat three years ago -- or was it four now? Her musings were interrupted by more chatter from above.
"Like, you are so right! Can you believe she actually tried to talk to us? To US?" All three girls burst into laughter. "Like, we're going to waste our time talking to some fat baby who probably hasn't even done it, like, once? Like, come on! She probably couldn't even get a guy to kiss her!"
"Like, yeah!" said another girl. "Like, she'd go, 'Oh, I love you, let's do it,' right? And he'd go, like, 'Grody to the max, babe!'"
With another burst of laughter, the girls finally got Isaac's attention, and he strode down to their end of the bar and poured a round of Diet Cokes.
As they left, he heard a snuffling sound from underneath the bar. He bent down and saw Vicki, sitting on the floor with her knees tucked up to her chin.
"Hey, what's wrong, girl?" He reached out a hand and helped her to her feet.
"Nothing," she said, gulping back a sob. Turning her back, she slipped through the doorway to the corridor. Isaac looked after her, puzzled. "What about the cleaning?" he called out.
"I'll finish it later," she shouted back to him as she scurried away.
It was much later, just after the bar closed for the night, that Vicki slipped back in. She was embarrassed about what had happened earlier, so she said nothing to Isaac, who had his back to her as he polished glasses and set them on the bar top. When a couple of wine glasses tinked together as she moved them aside to dust, however, he turned around.
"Vicki! I didn't hear you come in. How are you feeling?"
She mumbled a reply and kept on with her dusting, but Isaac had been a bartender too long to give up so easily. With gentle questions and subtle proddings, he worked her around into one of the bar stools and soon she was pouring out her heartache.
As Isaac knew, Vicki had first come aboard as a pudgy 12-year-old, happy and giggly but more of an ornament than a real part of the crew.
In time, she had become a cherished member of the boat's family, not just because she was the captain's daughter, but more because she had been a friend to so many others. And she had grown into young womanhood, losing her baby fat and blossoming into a comely maiden.
But, her sobs made clear, inside that shapely body remained the heart of a fat girl, forcing cheerfulness but always desperately afraid that people would stop liking her.
Probably spending so much time among the perfect bodies on display on a cruise ship hadn't helped, Isaac suggested. "You're a beautiful young girl," he told her, "really you are. Okay, you're not as thin as some of these kids hanging around the pool, but so what? You look great just the way you are!"
Vicki blinked back a few tears as she looked across the bar at him. "Sure, you say so. But you're my friend. You have to say that. Just look at the way all the boys hang around all those girls at the pool. They don't hang around me that way."
"Maybe they're just too dumb to appreciate you," Isaac said, taking hold of her hands to grab her attention. "They're kids! At this age, all boys know is what they see on TV and in the movies. Give them a couple of years until they outgrow it. Then you'll see. It takes a mature man to appreciate what you have to offer."
Vicki laughed bitterly. "By the time they appreciate me, I'll be too old to care! Isaac, I haven't even had more than a few kisses, and most of those were just pecks. Every other girl my age who comes on this boat has had romances and, well (she ducked her head down) -- well, they've been around." She looked up suddenly, blushing deeply when she found herself staring directly into his eyes. "I mean -- I mean -- oh, Isaac, don't you understand? I'm a virgin and they all know it. I can feel their eyes when I walk by. They can see it, I just know it! And they laugh at me." Pulling her hands free, Vicki dropped her head to the bar top and sobbed uncontrollably.
Isaac came out from behind the bar and, taking hold of Vicki's shoulders, led her over to one of the bar's couches. He sat down beside her and rested her head on his broad shoulder, patting her back as her sobs slowly diminished.
Finally, she got back her control and pulled back. The vinyl upholstery crackled slightly as she squirmed her way into the corner of the couch.
Isaac reached out a hand and tenderly raised her chin, bringing their eyes together.
"It's really important to you, isn't it?"
Vicki blinked in uncertainty, but then her lips slowly parted. "You mean -- yes, yes it is." She ducked her head and seemed to be on the verge of tears again.
"Well, if it's that important, then as your friend there's only one thing I can do," he said. Vicki raised her head and her mouth fell open in shock.
Isaac was unbuttoning his shirt, exposing his smooth, brown chest. He tossed the shirt aside and reached out to the young girl, who was paralyzed. Smoothly he undid the few buttons below her collar and pulled the shirt up. In a daze, Vicki lifted her arms and let him lift it free.
Bending toward her, Isaac pressed his lips to hers. His curly mustache tickled her face, but soon she was paying more attention to the hot tongue pushing its way between her lips. He pushed her back on the couch and she trembled as she felt his chest make contact with hers.
At last he broke the kiss. "Oh, Isaac," Vicki whispered.
He silenced her with a finger to her lips. "Hush, girl. If we're doing anything you don't want, you just tell me. But if not, you just lay back and enjoy. I'll show you how much a real man appreciates a woman like you."
Vicki closed her mouth and lay back. Deftly, Isaac unhooked her bra and drew it away, exposing her small, firm breasts, capped by nipples quickly growing firmer. He drew first one, then the other into his mouth, nibbling and licking at them. Vicki began to writhe in delight.
Then Isaac moved lower, slipping her shorts and panties off and tossing them aside. Gently spreading her legs, he began to lick his way up her thighs. When at last his tongue reached her cunt, her tunnel was already hot and wet with her secretions. She let out a long, deep sigh as he spread her open with his hands and slid his tongue into her.
His attentions quickly had her gasping and bucking, but she knew she wanted more. Grabbing his shoulders, Vicki pulled Isaac up to her and kissed him deeply.
"I want you," she said, and her voice was deep and firm. "I want you, oh, God, I want you now!"
Without another word, Isaac got to his knees and pulled down his shorts. A long, thick black cock sprung free. Vicki stared at it, fascinated, as Isaac yanked his shorts down the rest of the way and kicked them off.
"Will you... be gentle?""she said, as he moved forward and began to rub the head of what looked to her like an enormous dick against her pussy lips.
"Always, girl, always," he said, and moved it in. Her lips parted easily, but still she gasped again as the thick rod spread her apart. A quick thrust broke her maidenhead easily, and soon she was eagerly meeting his every thrust with one of her own.
Isaac propped himself on his strong arms as he plunged into her tunnel again and again. Vicki's young body twisted underneath him as she bucked her hips up, trying to take him in deeper and deeper on every thrust.
"You're no virgin, now, girl," Isaac grunted as he pounded away.
Vicki smiled, almost a grimace as his cock sent shockwaves through her. "I'm glad it was you," she said, looking him straight in the eye. "I've always watched you at the bar. You knew that, didn't you? Your hot, black body, so strong and smooth. I think I wanted you from the first.
"And now I've got you!" She grabbed him and pulled his face to hers, plunging her tongue into his mouth in a lingering kiss. Her legs rose and it seemed that his cock buried even deeper into her.
"And I want all of you," she said as they broke their kiss. "I want all of your cock in me! I want you to fuck me harder! Please! Please, fuck me!"
The harsh words coming from Vicki's sweet mouth drove Isaac's passion higher and he began to slam into her. The couch was becoming slick with their sweat and juices and Vicki's body began to slide around under the pounding. At last Isaac pulled her up to him and sat back, his cock still plunged deep into her.
His hands massaged her small breasts as she rose and fell above him, wiggling a bit on each downstroke when she saw that it pleased him.
And then Isaac took hold of her around the waist and began to lift and lower her, faster and faster, until he bellowed out, "I'm coming, girl!"
"Yes, Isaac," Vicki shouted back to him, her lips only inches from his contorted face. "Cum in me! Fill me up! I want all of you! Oh, fuck, I want it all!"
Isaac's hot cum exploded out of him, jetting into her eager cunt and spilling out the sides.
As his cock began to shrink, Vicki continued to ride him. "Not yet," she urged him, "not yet! Please, I want more!"
Isaac lifted her off him as she protested. "I've got no more," he insisted, but Vicki eagerly grabbed for his cock, rubbing the slick rod desperately.
Even as Isaac tried to push her away, his cock began to stiffen again -- not much, but enough to make Vicki smile up at him smugly. "See? I think you've still got some left in you!"
Isaac sprawled back onto the couch, laughing. "OK, girl, maybe you're right," he said. "But you've got to help. Here, let me show you."
He pulled her hands away from his cock, motioning her to bend over it instead.
"Now purse your lips," he said, but Vicki opened her mouth wide instead.
"You want me to put that in my mouth?" she said, her eyes opening wide.
"I did it for you," he reminded her.
Vicki nodded and bent down. Under Isaac's instructions, she pursed her lips. Holding his cock in both hands, she slowly sucked the tip into her mouth. As he led her through it, she licked and sucked and stroked. His cock began to thicken under her ministrations, until she couldn't take it all into her mouth. Still she kept up a rhythm, her face bobbing up and down over Isaac's lap as her short brown hair formed a curtain around her busy mouth.
Then Isaac pulled her off and had her kneel facing the end of the couch. He crawled up behind her and inserted his now-stiff cock into her throbbing cunt again. Bending down, he began to massage her ripe breasts as his dick slid deep into her. Vicki's ass moved with him, forcing him into her to the hilt. The bristly patch of hair above his cock scraped against her butt cheeks as he drove his rod into her.
This time they came in unison. Isaac groaned deeply as another stream of cum burst out. Vicki was quieter but her body arched and writhed for several minutes until she collapsed to the couch, Isaac dropping on top of her and then rolling to one side.
The next morning, Vicki slipped away from the chores her father had assigned and dropped in on Isaac at the bar. She caught his eye as she walked past the stools and sat down on a couch -- their couch. A strong odor rose; she quickly recognized it as the industrial-strength cleanser Isaac kept behind the bar. She smiled.
It was a busy morning, so it was several minutes before Isaac could break away from the customers at the bar and come over to her. He had a worried look on his face.
He bent down to talk to her, but Vicki spoke first, keeping to a whisper. Isaac had to keep his ear close to hear her over the band, and she playfully licked him. He jumped back, rubbing his ear and then quickly pulling his hand away and looking around quickly. No one else seemed to notice. He moved back, but kept a safe distance from Vicki's mouth.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, frowning as she saw his long face. "I just couldn't help myself. Look, I ..."
Isaac broke in, speaking quickly as he noticed one of the customers at the bar turn around and wave an empty glass at him. "I can't talk long. But I'm glad you came in. There's something I need to tell you. I ..."
This time Vicki interrupted. "I know what it is. You want to tell me that it was a one-time thing and you don't want to have an affair with me. Hey, that's OK, Isaac. I understand." Even as she spoke, Isaac could see her blinking back a tear. Over his shoulder, he heard a shout from the bar.
"OK, OK, I'm coming," he called, but turned back to Vicki. She was smiling mysteriously, and suddenly Isaac realized what he'd said. He smiled briefly, then set his face in a serious pose. "This is serious. We'll talk about that -- that other thing later. But I wanted to tell you to get down to the Doc. Now that you're, uh, experienced, he should be giving you something. You know."
Vicki's eyes glistened. "The Pill?" Her voice cracked. "Isaac, does that mean...?"
"Not now," he said. "We'll talk later. Sorry. Gotta go."
Vicki had to run off, too; she knew Captain Stubing would be coming around soon to see how she was doing. Her chores kept her occupied most of the day, but late in the afternoon she finished and made her way down to the doctor's office.
Doctor Adam Bricker was the ladies' man of the boat. He always seemed to be romancing several passengers at once, and he certainly had the stereotypical "girl in every port." Vicki smiled to herself as she realized that she now fully understood the joke some of the crew used about him -- that Doc was so smooth he actually had a port in every girl.
As usual, Doc was dressed in a crisp white uniform. He leaning back in a chair behind his desk as she walked in.
It was very unusual for Vicki to visit the doctor's office, and Doc quickly became serious and grilled her: Headache? Throat? Stomach? No, no, no, she answered, but she couldn't get another word in. He continued to toss questions at her as he came around the desk and put a hand to her forehead, then picked up his stethoscope from the desk and inserted the plugs in his ears.
Seizing the moment, Vicki grabbed the business end of the stethoscope and held it up to her mouth. "I'm fine," she said -- not really a shout, but loud enough with the stethoscope's amplification to set Doc's ears ringing. At least it got his attention.
As he sat back on the edge of the desk and shook his head from side to side, Vicki quickly went on. "I'm fine, Doc, really I am. I just need some help. With a woman thing." She smiled shyly. "Could we talk about this in the examining room?"
Doc's forehead furrowed, but he followed her into the next room and closed the door behind them. By the time he turned around, Vicki had shucked off her clothes and was on the examining table, her feet in the stirrups.
"I think I could use a little checkup," she said. At first she wasn't sure if her words had penetrated. Doc was standing stock still, staring at her open vagina.
Vicki had another doctor on shore, and while she'd gone to Doc for minor cuts and such, she'd never had a physical from him. Her cheeks dimpled in a smile as she noticed that he was even blushing slightly.
It took several seconds, but finally he moved forward and began the examination. A short, sharp exclamation made it clear when he discovered her newly non-virginal state.
Vicki had been afraid he'd make a scene then, or even threaten to tell her dad. But Doc must have realized something like this was up when she got on the table, and he continued his examination carefully. When it was all over, he told her she could put her clothes back on, and he went over to one corner of the room and sat on a stool near a long shelf that served as a desk.
Vicki slipped on her blouse, but she'd been careful to choose one that buttoned all the way up the front and she didn't button a single button. It hung open, exposing the sides of her pert breasts, as she slipped her short skirt up. She sat up on the table facing the doctor. As they talked, she slowly spread her legs. She hadn't put her panties back on, instead twirling them casually on one finger.
Carefully looking down at his clipboard, Doc told her she was fine, no sign of any disease. Did she think she might be pregnant?
Vicki giggled and said she didn't think so.
"It can happen from just one -- um, just once," Doc stammered. He kept his face down, but Vicki could see his ears grow bright red. "That is ..."
"Well, actually, it was twice," Vicki said.Doc looked up at her, his eyebrows rising, and then quickly looked down again. Vicki went on. "But that's sort of why I'm here, Doc. I thought maybe it was time I went on the Pill. What do you think?"
"Well --" Doc cleared his throat. "If you plan to be sexually active, then, yes, I suppose -- don't you think you should be talking to your father about this, first? I mean --" he lifted his head to look at her again and found himself staring right down her skirt. His head darted from side to side, carefully avoiding her. "I mean, you don't have to, you know, I'll prescribe it for you anyway, but I think that something like this..."
"I think I'm ready," Vicki said as she slid off the table and began to walk toward the doctor. "And I do plan to be sexually active."
At the last word, she reached out and cupped a hand on Doc's crotch. His cock was thick and hard; she could feel it pressing against the light material of his slacks.
He pulled back and slid off the stool away from her. His hands felt behind him for the wall as he stepped back and began to circle the room while Vicki stalked him.
"Now, Vicki, I'm a doctor," he said, waving a finger at her.
"Mmmm, I know," she cooed. "So why don't you play doctor with me, doctor?" Vicki let her blouse fall to the floor. Try as he might, Doc couldn't stop staring at her breasts -- small, but firm, perfectly shaped, the nipples sticking straight out. They swayed slightly as she advanced on him.
Still Doc kept backing away. "I'm too old for you," he tried, halfheartedly.
Vicki undid the last two buttons on the side of her skirt and it fell away, exposing the small tuft of hair and the pink, tender tissue of her slit.
"I think I've always wanted you," she said, "from the very first. The handsome doctor, so suave. Every woman wants you, you know it. And I'm a woman now. Don't you think?"
Doc gulped as he backed himself into a corner. He tried to speak but his mouth was too dry. While he only watched, Vicki knelt before him.
"I think someone wants to come out and play," she said, unzipping his trousers and undoing the belt. She slid down the slacks and his bikini briefs, freeing his long cock.
"Vicki," he said at last, swallowing hard. "I don't think we should be doing this."
"I do," she said, as she lowered her mouth over his cock.
Using what Isaac had taught her, Vicki began to suck Doc's rod, cradling his balls, licking the shaft. Doc's breathing grew louder and more labored as the young girl expertly deep throated him. He was a little smaller than Isaac, enough for her to take him almost all the way. Doc groaned as the tip of his cock pressed against the back of Vicki's throat while her lips pressed into his shaft.
Without even realizing it, he had brought his hands to the sides of her head and he began to urge her on, pressing her onto him as he bucked back at her. He seemed shocked by his own actions as he looked down, but the pleasures of her blow job broke down his last defenses.
"That's it," he said at last. "That's it, suck it, Vicki. Take it all in. God, where did you learn that? Oh, my God, that's great!"
It wasn't long before he felt cum begin to boil up. "Not yet," he moaned, and he pushed her away. Vicki rose and pressed her sweaty body to his as he tore off his shirt. They locked in a long, deep kiss, Doc's hands hungrily roaming her lithe body.
Still embracing, they made their way back to the examining table. Doc helped her onto it and fiddled with the controls, bringing it down until the top was at the level of his crotch.
Then he pulled Vicki toward him, grabbing her thighs and spreading her wide. The tip of his cock teased her cunt lips, sliding up and down while she bucked eagerly up at him. Finally he eased it into her, but stopped just as the widest part of the helmet slipped past her slick labia. Vicki was writhing and groaning on the table, begging him to go in deeper. He did, but only for a second, then slid his cock out again and once more teased at the entrance to her tunnel.
For almost an hour he tantalized and exhilarated her, alternating between slow, lingering strokes and hard, savage pounding, pulling almost out or holding himself deep within her. Again and again his technique drove her into thrashing, wild orgasms. Doc himself came in her, but instead of pulling out he held his shrinking cock inside her hot, throbbing cunt and soon she could feel it grow again.
"I bet your first fuck wasn't like this, was it?" he growled, lost in passion.
"No," she said, "no, oh, God, no! Harder! Harder! Keep it going, please!"
"I'll keep it going," Doc whispered, leaning over her as his hands mauled her young tits. "I'm going to give you the best fuck you'll ever have. I'm going to fill that tender cunt of yours with more cum than it can hold. I'll teach you to let someone else get your cherry!"
It was hard to tell if he was serious or just talking dirty, but Vicki didn't care. Her legs were wrapped around Doc's waist, but she wasn't sure what was keeping them there; she couldn't feel anything but the incredible sensations of her cunt and a blazing heat that seemed to pulse through her soul.
When she was beginning to feel she could take no more, she suddenly sensed Doc's cock growing even larger within her, straining the tight walls of her cunt. All at once a blast of hot cum surged into her, launching her own orgasm. It seemed that every muscle tightened and then sprung loose, over and over, over and over.
When it was done, Doc became all business again. He slipped back into his clothes -- now rumpled and wrinkled -- and wrote out a prescription for the Pill, giving her a first month's supply from the oval cases he kept on board. "Now, these won't really protect you from -- you know -- until you've been taking them a couple of months," he said quickly. "You'll have to be careful." Doc couldn't look her in the eye while he said it.
The examining room was steamy and musky from their lovemaking. Vicki breathed deeply before she left, trotting off to shower and change before dinner.
They say that on a ship there are no secrets, and Vicki wondered if that was really true. It seemed that all the men of the crew -- except her father, of course -- were looking at her differently as she went about her business the next several days.
Isaac and Doc were gentlemen, she reassured herself; surely they wouldn't tell -- but then she'd turn around suddenly and see a mechanic eying her, licking his lips.
To tell the truth, she enjoyed the attention. It wasn't long before she began to feel a hunger inside.
But Doc had said she might get pregnant if she did it so soon, and they hadn't talked about things like condoms in her school, so she determined to avoid sex until she was safe. That made things tough -- for example, she found it hard to explain things to Isaac, so she just tried to avoid him, and he grew cold toward her. Still, she told herself, she could patch things up when she was ready.
Then, one night, on her way to her cabin, she met Gopher, the steward, coming the other way. It was a tight squeeze in the narrow corridors, so that two people had to turn sideways to pass each other. It wasn't all that tight a squeeze, but as Gopher backed past her she turned toward the wall and pressed her ass against him. To her delight, she felt a hard cock pressing back against her. Vicki wiggled her teen-aged butt.
Gopher certainly wasn't her idea of a matinee idol, short and boyish, but she thought it was safe to get a little fun as they passed. Gopher had heard the rumors, though, and it was apparent he had other ideas.
Quickly he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to him. His hands rubbed against her tits, loosely confined by her blouse -- she'd stopped wearing her bra -- as his cock dug into the furrow of her ass. His tongue sizzled along her neck.
Locked together, he forced her to her cabin and slipped inside. Pressing her down onto the bed, he ripped off her skirt as his other hand fumbled at his trousers.
When they were off he tore off Vicki's blouse and lay down atop her. His stiff cock rode up and down her butt crack.
"No!" Vicki begged. "Please, I don't want to have a baby! Please, Gopher, no!" She twisted beneath him but Gopher pinned her to the bed. When the head of his cock brushed against her pussy lips she was jolted into even more violent movements and the steward was almost tossed aside.
"OK, you win," he said at last, and Vicki relaxed. But he didn't get off her. Instead he inserted a finger, and then two, into her wet cunt. He wedged his hand beneath her and finger-fucked her to her usual thrashing orgasm.
"Now it's my turn," Gopher said. Before Vicki could figure out what he was talking about, Gopher pulled out his fingers, wet with her juices, and lubricated his cock. Then he slowly slipped a slick finger into her anus.
Vicki's eyes grew wide but her protests were muffled by the pillow her face was buried in. She tried to rise up on her hands but Gopher pressed her down and brought the tip of his cock to her asshole. "You're gonna love this," he said roughly as he pushed in, slowly. Vicki could only murmur in shock as her hole spread apart under the pressure until he was in, and then going deeper.
Soon she was used to the sensation and began to move in synch with Gopher's frantic plunging. It wasn't long before she heard his breathing grow short, and then, "I'm gonna cummmmmmmm!" he shouted as he shot his wad into her.After Gopher got her, Vicki was extra careful to avoid the men on board, spending most of her time hanging around with Julie, the cruise director. Every few weeks, however, she would check in with a doctor -- an on-shore doctor, of course -- and eventually she was told the Pill should be working fully.
But, to her dismay, by that time Isaac had given up on her and found other interests -- specifically, one of the women in the calypso band. Vicki was crushed, even more so when she found that Doc had lost interest even more quickly.
Julie was still eager to pal around with her, but Vicki wanted something Julie couldn't give her. Instead of even doing her regular work, Vicki spent her time moping in her cabin, until her Dad called her into his office for a stern talk.
He was, of course, dressed perfectly. His creases might not be as sharp as Doc's, but the Captain was still very proud of his uniform, mindful of all the years he'd worked to earn it.
Vicki, on the other hand, had stopped paying much attention to her clothes. When the summons came, she'd just thrown an old T-shirt on and slipped into the closest pair of shorts. The shirt was about a size too small for her growing breasts, and they were outlined clearly through the thin material. And the shorts were ragged and torn, and rode up so high they were almost like a pair of bikini bottoms.
Topping it off -- or, rather, bottoming it -- Vicki hadn't been able to find the mates to either the one brown sandal she unearthed from her bed covers or the blue sneaker she found in the hamper. Instead, she teetered into Captain Stubing's office in a pair of white high heels she'd discovered in the bottom of her closet.
At first, the captain was unforgiving, berating the young girl for slacking off, forcing other people to take over her duties. But the sight of tears glistening on her cheeks softened his heart.
"What -- what is it, Vicki? What's wrong? Why have you been so down?" As he spoke, the captain came out from behind the desk and put her head on his shoulder.
"I -- I..." Vicki sniffed into his sleeve. "Nobody wants me. Nobody loves me. I'm just going to be an old maid!" She held onto her father as sobs wracked her body.
"Vicki, don't be silly." The captain was clearly unused to dealing with sobbing crew members, especially young ones with firm, lush bodies. He awkwardly patted Vicki's back, then held her stiffly. "You're a beautiful young girl. I don't know what's happened to upset you so much, but I'm sure it will all blow over. These things always do. You'll find someone soon and forget you ever felt so bad."
Vicki sniffed and looked up. "Do you -- do you really think so?"
"I'm sure of it," her father said, begin to smile now that it looked like he'd actually made her feel better. "I'm sure of it. And remember, no matter what anyone else thinks, I'll always love you. You'll always have me."
With that, he bent down and kissed her forehead. Vicki squealed and threw her hands around his neck, giving him a kiss square on the lips. Then she pressed her tongue between her father's lips.
The captain jumped back, barking his shin on the desk.
"Vicki, what -- what -- no!" He was wide-eyed.
"Oh, but, Dad, you said," Vicki explained as she moved toward him. Backed up against the desk, he had nowhere to run.
"I said? I said what?"
"That you love me. You'll always love me. I love you too, Dad. I always have, from the very first. Please, let me show you how much!"
Again she threw her arms around him and kissed him soundly. He tried to get away and ended up lying flat on the desk, his daughter's body pressed against his.
With a desperate twist, he spun out from underneath, tumbling to the floor on one side of the desk as Vicki fell off on the other side.
After assuring himself that she was all right, the captain retreated to an overstuffed chair against the wall.
Vicki shook herself and got to her feet. She took a few cautious steps toward him.
"What's wrong, Dad?"
He could hear the hurt in her voice. Patiently, he explained it to her. "I love you, Vicki, really I do. But like a father. That's not the same as the -- the other kind of love.
"And even if it were, Vicki, don't you know you don't have to give yourself to a man just to show that you love him?"
As he spoke, Vicki's faced hung lower and lower. She scrunched up her mouth and looked at her father from underneath hooded eyebrows. "I'm sorry. You're right. It's just -- just -- oh, I don't know. I'm sorry, Dad."
Again she burst into tears. The captain motioned her forward and she sat on the arm of the chair; he took her in his arms, a fatherly embrace. "There, there," he said, rubbing her back. "Don't worry about it. You're young, you didn't know what you were doing. We'll just forget this ever happened."
Absentmindedly he continued caressing her back. The too-small T-shirt rode up and his hand began to roam over her skin. It slid down, under the top of her shorts and onto her round buttocks.
The room was quiet.
While one of the captain's hands rubbed Vicki's back, the other slipped around her side and made contact with her breast. A low moan escaped the young girl's lips.
Slowly she slipped off the arm of the chair and onto her father's lap. Their mouths met in a hot, wet kiss, their tongues touching.
Vicki broke the kiss. "But," she whispered, "you said we shouldn't. We couldn't!" Even as she spoke, her fingers were unbuttoning his shirt.
"We -- we will," he answered huskily, pushing the T-shirt up and exposing her tender breasts.
Vicki straddled him in the chair. A dark, wet spot was forming on the front of her shorts as she wiggled her ass on her father's lap. His cock tented in his slacks, straining hard against the material.
Soon his shirt was off and Vicki had tossed aside her top. She rubbed her erect nipples on her father's hairy chest. His hands hungrily grabbed at her ass as they kissed and licked each other.
"I love you, Vicki," the captain told his daughter. "And, yes, I'm going to show you how much!"
"Show me, Daddy," she begged him. "Fuck me! Fuck my tight little pussy like a father should!"
They had tumbled to the floor, both struggling out of the rest of their clothes. Captain Stubing crawled forward, pointing his hard cock at the entrance to his daughter's hot, wet cunt. Vicki reached up and pulled him down onto her as the rod slipped easily into her and drove deep into her tunnel.
"Yes, I'll fuck you, Vicki!" The captain shouted his love as he plunged his cock into her young cunt again and again while the girl bucked back up at him.
"Do it, Daddy! Fuck me harder! Slam it into me! I want it all, I want it all!"
As the captain continued to pound away, Vicki lifted her legs to bring him in further, then brought her feet down on his ass, pressing down to urge him in deeper and deeper.
Juices poured out of her cunt as she writhed. Suddenly her body stiffened underneath him and she was off into a screeching orgasm. "Oh fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck! Oh Goddddd that good! Daddy, daddy, daddy YESSSSSS!"
Even as she was recovering the captain continued to plunge his cock into her tender pussy. The strain of supporting himself on his elbows on the hard floor made him slip a bit, and he winced as he hit his funny bone.
Vicki eased him up and led him back to the easy chair, sitting him down and then squatting above him.
She reached down and held his cock straight up as she slowly lowered herself, impaling her cunt on his stiff rod. Now she took over, controlling the tempo as she mashed herself onto her father's cock.
On and on they went until at last Captain Stubing began to mumble. "I'm gonna -- this is it -- I'm gonna -- AAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!" Wads of cum blasted out of his cock and shot into his daughter's cunt, pulsing through his dick in wave after wave.
"You really love me, don't you," Vicki purred as she lay curled up next to him afterward in the slippery wet chair.
"Yes, I do, my darling daughter," he said.
"Mmmm, that's wonderful," she said, drifting off to sleep. "This really is the Love Boat, after all. | 1 |
1,072 | Night Court: Well-Hung Jury | "What's next, Mac?" Judge Harry T. Stone twirled his gavel idly as the two hookers were taken away to the lockup.
"Last one of the night, your Honor," the court clerk said, slipping the folder in front of the judge. "Public indecency."
"I always like to go out with a bang, Mac," the judge said. "OK, Dan, what have we got here? Buns on the run? Or the whole hot dog?"
"More like a cocktail frank from the looks of him," the assistant district attorney said, approaching the bench. Dan Fielding was a tall, dark-haired man with a leer permanently etched on his face.
"The defendant," Fielding began, "is one Peter Little..." His eyebrows soared as he turned to the bedraggled man next to him, whose head came barely to Dan's shoulders. "No, really?"
"Hey, no jokes," the man snarled. "I'm sick of people making fun of my name, picking on me, you know. I'm always getting the short end of the stick."
"I would've thought the short end was what you gave them," Dan said. Judge Stone gaveled him to attention.
"But anyway. Mr. Little exposed his, uh, stick, to a group of Bible Society women in Central Park. They were able to definitely ID him by, ah, shall we say, size."
"Uh-huh," the judge said, leaning over the bench to look down at Little. "So what's his side of it?"
Christine Sullivan, the perky blonde public defender, looked up from her notes. "He was only bird-watching, your honor," she said. "Isn't that right, Dick -- I mean, Peter?"
"Y-yeah, right, I was bird-watching," the man mumbled.
"Yes," Dan interjected, "that's what he told the police, too. And just what kinds of birds was he watching, Christine?"
She looked again at her notes and blushed. "I don't think that's rele..."
"Tits!" Little said, smiling. "I was watching a beautiful pair of tits!"
"A hobby I enjoy myself," Dan smirked, giving Christine a wink.
"I see," the judge said, flipping closed the folder. "Well, Mr. Little, for tonight you'll have to be the birdman of the lockup. Bull, take him away." Harry looked down at Mac, who nodded, before turning back to the courtroom. "And that, ladies and gentlemen, is a wrap."
As he stepped down from the bench, Harry handed the folder to Mac. "I don't know what it is," he said, stifling a yawn, "but I'm really bushed tonight. I think I'll take a nap in my office before I head home. How about you, Mac?"
"Oh, I've got some paperwork to finish up, and then Quon Lee is picking me up. We're looking for a new couch," the clerk said, hiking up the sleeves of his sweater.
Meanwhile Dan and Christine were at their respective tables, stuffing papers into their briefcases. "Hey, Christine, want to do some bird-watching tonight?" Dan said. "I bet we can find a great pair of ..."
"Dan!" Christine didn't know why she always let herself get so irritated with Dan's remarks. He seemed to get some kicks just out of getting her mad, but try as she might she could never just ignore him. "Just put a sock in it," she snapped at him.
"Oh, but Christine, you'll love my nest..."
She looked up at him, her blue eyes flashing. "You can forget it, Dan. You won't have anything to crow about tonight!" She giggled. "Get it? Crow?"
Dan rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Well, see you tomorrow," he said, tucking his briefcase under his arm.
Christine was about to toss the last folder into her own briefcase when she noticed a couple of empty blanks. "Darn!"
"What's wrong, Christine?"
Mac's voice startled her; she hadn't realized anyone else was left in the courtroom. Christine gathered up some of her papers, walked over to his desk and handed them over.
Mac grabbed them with a big, dark hand.
"See those blanks," she implored him. "Those, right. I didn't get the next-of-kin or the address. Do you have those?"
Mac nodded and pulled out the man's folder, transferring the information to Christine's files.
As he worked, Christine sat on the edge of his desk. Her tight beige skirt rode up as she crossed her long, lithe legs. She wiggled one foot encased in a high-heeled pump, impatiently. Then she looked down at Mac and realized she shouldn't be taking her anger out on him. "Thanks a lot, Mac," she said. "I really appreciate this. It's always nice to remember there's one gentleman in the courtroom." She let out an unladylike snort.
"Are you letting Dan get to you?" Mac looked up from his files.
Christine hesitated. She knew she had a tendency to gush out her troubles to anyone who'd listen, and she'd made a resolution to stop. But Mac seemed genuinely concerned.
"Oh, Mac, I don't know why I let him get to me," she said, scooting down off the table and turning to face him. "He just -- just -- oooh, I don't know. He knows how to push my buttons."
As Christine bent over the table to talk, she exposed the deep, sensuous cleft of her well-developed chest. She did it unthinkingly. For all Dan's lecherous advances, Christine still thought of herself as the mousy girl she was in high school, before puberty. She was quite unaware of her own lush sexuality, a naivete that made her all the more attractive.
So it was with her breasts looming in Mac's face that she told him how angry Dan made her, how frustrated she was by having to work next to him night after night.
And when she hooked a leg over the table while she went on, she exposed a perfect thigh -- smooth, tanned, exquisitely shaped. And yet she did it without intent.
But as Mac talked to her, counseling her, urging her not to take Dan seriously, she became aware of her attraction to him. Mac was a big, strapping hunk of a man, with a broad chest and well-muscled brown arms. Without quite knowing why, Christine began to wonder what it would be like to have a man like Mac as her lover.
He was gentle, kind, polite -- all that she knew from working with him. But was he also as strong as he looked? Was he as big -- all over?
"So, Christine, you have to stop letting him get to you," Mac was concluding. "He's not going to change. And when you try to argue with him, it just encourages him." He looked Christine straight in the eyes. With a flush, she realized she was getting wet -- down there.
Embarrassed by her reaction, Christine snatched up the papers. "Thanks, Mac, I've..."
As she turned to go, her fumbling fingers dropped one of the sheets. She stooped to pick it up at the same time Mac got out of his chair to retrieve it. Their hands touched, his arm brushing against her breast.
They froze for a moment.
"Here -- uh," Mac burbled as he clutched the paper, still half bent over.
"I've got it, I --" Christine faltered.
They both rose, standing with their faces only inches apart, Mac's dark visage bent to Christine's pale skin.
It seemed the most natural thing for Christine to put her arms around his shoulders and lift her lips to his. Their mouths touched, tentatively at first. Then hungrily, Mac's arms enfolding Christine's petite body and pressing it to him. She felt his probing tongue and met it with her own.
They kissed -- it seemed like forever to her. And then they moved apart. Mac looked away, then down at his feet. Christine didn't know what to say. She felt a little wobbly. Her panties were soaked with secretions.
"Christine, I..." Mac began. And then she knew what to do. Christine moved toward him, her arms curving around his waist. Their lips met again, pressing together, mouths open, devouring each other.
Mac's fingers moved to her silken blouse, fumbling at the buttons until they popped loose. Christine shrugged off the sleeves and unhooked her bra, letting it slip down and expose the massive mounds capped with rosy circles and stiffening little buds.
Mac took each in one of his large hands, palming them, rubbing the sensitive nipples.
Christine tugged his sweater and shirt out of his waistband and caressed his flat stomach.
They kissed again, greedily, so hard that flashing lights danced before Christine's closed eyes.
And then Mac tore off his shirt and sweater and knelt before her. Gently he unzipped her skirt and tugged it down, then her pantyhose and panties. He put his face between her pale thighs and approached her musky slit.
Christine held her breath as he approached. Mac kissed the insides of her thighs, the small bush of yellow hair, licked at the outer lips. She was going crazy. No man had ever been willing to do this to her. What would -- Oh God! Now he separated her labia with his fingers and slipped his hot tongue inside. Fluids gushed out of her as Christine shivered and shook to an instant orgasm. But Mac continued, teasing her opening, tickling her clit, driving her to new heights.
It became too much. As she felt herself toppling to another orgasm she pushed him away.
"I want you," she told him, her voice deep and husky with lust.The thought of his cock inside her was all she could focus on. She envisioned it large, but even so when it sprang free as Mac peeled off his slacks, she gasped. It was huge! Eight inches of thick, dark rod, with a fat bulbous head leering at her with its single eye. She spread her legs far apart and lay back on the desk, shoving all the papers to the floor.
"Put it in me, Mac," she begged, writhing beneath him, caressing her own breasts.
"Here it comes," he said in his quiet voice. She felt the head at her entrance and looked up. It was too big, she thought, too big -- but then it was in her! And she felt her walls giving way as Mac's massive shaft split her wide open.
It was a feeling unlike any before. Never had she felt so filled, so sated. Mac fed his snake into her deeper, deeper. He lifted her legs, holding them high. And then it was all the way in. Christine shrieked with delight.
But the best was yet to come. Slowly, excruciatingly slowly he moved his cock out of her, and then in. The tantalizing rhythm kept her close to the edge but not over it. Emotions flooded her brain. Her entire body seemed aboil.
"Fuck me, Mac!" Christine shouted, not knowing where the words came from. "Fuck me with that big, black cock! Oh, YES!"
Mac obliged, beginning to drive his rod into her faster, and then still faster. Christine's body jerked and swayed under the impacts, her breasts bobbing up and back as she slid on the now sweat-slickened desk.
"Take it all, Christine," Mac urged her. "Let me feel it all in you, girl."
"Yes, yes!" Christine felt a hot blast starting in her cunt and spreading to every cell. "I'm cumming again," she shouted, stunned by her body's reaction. "Oh, God, Mac, Oh, YYESSSSSS!"
The orgasm took control, sending tremors to every muscle.
And then Mac took two or three long, deep strokes. "I'm gonna cum, Christine," he moaned. "I'm gonna CCCUUMMMMMMM!"
She felt his hot jism blast into her as the thrashing waves of her own orgasm receded.
Christine opened her eyes and looked deep into Mac's. What she saw there made her mind reel. His thoughts were unmistakable.
Without a word, Christine slid off the desk and embraced the tall black man again, kissing him deeply. They held each other close. And then she kissed her way down his chest until she was kneeling before his sagging, shriveled cock. She looked up at him, her eyes wide. Opening her mouth, she bent and took him into her.
Lost in their passion, Mac and Christine didn't hear the door to the courtroom open behind Mac's desk, and they didn't see Mac's wife, Quon Lee, take a step inside. Nor did they see the look of shock on her face give way quickly to horror and then a fierce anger.
The short Asian woman shuddered with rage. She was jealous at even trivial things; this made her so mad that her fists clenched into tiny balls, her nails digging red welts in her palms. Her lips tightened to a thin, pale line. Her teeth gritted together. She wanted to kill them, to hit them, to stab them, to destroy them. She wanted to erase this scene from the face of the Earth.
In a small corner of her mind, a shred of humanity hung on, horrified by the vivid red anger flashing in the rest of her brain. It pulled her back, back into the corridor. Somehow she managed to close the door softly as she edged away.
Her mind was still whirling as she stepped back into the middle of the long hall, not quite sure where she was. She stared around blindly until her eyes fastened on a nameplate, the one announcing the office of Judge Harry T. Stone.
Quon Lee took several deep breaths. The sight of Judge Harry's office had somehow brought her back to reality. She felt a bit more in control.
And then, through the heavy wooden door of the courtroom, she heard Mac, her husband, shouting out Christine's name and calling on her to suck his dick.
Feeling the anger stir within her again, Quon Lee forced herself to run into the judge's office.
The lights were still on; that surprised her a bit. Then she saw the judge lying down on the couch, just a few feet from the door. Her mind grabbed at the hope that he would talk to her, calm her down, somehow convince her that what she saw wasn't really happening -- or, at least, keep her from killing the only man she'd ever loved. At least that.
Quon Lee took a few steps toward him and noticed that the judge's eyes were closed.
"Judge Harry?" she called softly. "Judge?"
He didn't stir.
The judge -- tall, sandy-haired, dressed now just in a shirt, jeans and sneakers -- was sound asleep, Quon Lee realized. She tip-toed up to him, just to make sure.
"Harry?"
Not a peep.
For a second she was crushed. No one to talk to! No one to tell her troubles to! Now what would she do?
Unbidden, the picture came to her mind again of Christine Sullivan, that beautiful naked white woman, deep-throating her husband's big black dick.
But this time, while it made her angry, it also made her hot. Quon Lee thought of Mac's monster, his big eight inches cleaving her tight cunt, driving into her ...
And all the while she was looking down at Judge Stone.
Tentatively, hesitantly, Quon Lee reached down with one well-manicured finger and touched his chest. Still no movement. With her nail she traced down his chest to the snap at the waistband of his jeans.
She glanced up at his face to be sure. Nothing. Her eyes focused again on his crotch, Quon Lee undid the snap and slowly slid open the zipper.
She paused then. She knew she was going to fuck the judge, to show her husband two could play at that game, and to slake her rising lust. But for a brief moment she thought about backing away. But then what? Mac was probably still getting a blow-job from Christine. Could she just wait patiently in the hallway until he was done? No, she could not.
Could she go home? Pretend she had forgotten to pick him up? Pretend this night never happened? No, the image burned into her mind was too sharp.
And the other alternatives ... no. No, the only way she could live with Mac after this -- the only way she could live with herself -- was to do this, now, to make it tit for tat and then move on.
Quon Lee stepped back from the couch and undid the buttons down the front of her pink, flowered dress. It slid to the floor and she stepped out, kicking off her shoes.
She had a small, almost boyish figure, with small breasts and hips only slightly wider than her waist. As she pulled off her bra and panties, she pictured Christine's lush body, the huge, heaving breasts, the wide ass. Was that what Mac really wanted? Was that what he dreamed about when he was fucking her?
She squeezed her arms together and looked down. Even then, her breasts were only small bulges. Quon Lee sighed.
But the fire in her loins was unabated. She bent down and carefully parted the judge's pants at the zipper. Slowly, with just her fingertips, she caressed his small cock through the thin material of his briefs, checking again and again that he was still asleep. Patiently she drew forth his manhood until it was, at last, bulging hard, its tip beginning to poke out underneath the elastic of the waistband.
While she stroked the judge's cock, Quon Lee's other hand caressed her own sex, until it was hot and wet and ready. She raised her hand to her face and sniffed, intoxicated with the scent of her own liquor.
For one last moment she looked down at Judge Harry. Then, in a rush of decision, the small Asian woman yanked down his pants and briefs. Instantly his cock sprung free. At six or seven inches, it was neither as long nor as large as Mac's, but it would have to do. Without hesitation Quon Lee stepped onto the couch, swung a leg over the judge's body and squatted down. In an instant she grasped his cock, raised it to her tunnel and drove it in.
She was so fast that Harry was still blinking his eyes when his rod entered her.
"Quon Lee! Quon Lee?" He tried to rise, but with her sitting on his waist he was pinned to the couch. "Quon Lee, what are you doing?"
"I fucking you, Judge Harry," she said, simply. "Mac fuck Christine, so I fuck you. Fair is fair." Already she was riding him, her tight, slick cunt sliding up and down his rock-hard pole.
"But, Quon Lee, I -- Mac fucking Christine? Really?"
"Really, Harry. I saw. In the courtroom."
"Christine? Are you sure?" But even as he asked, Harry was beginning to respond to her motion, bucking his hips up to piston his cock into her.
In reply, Quon Lee only speeded up her rhythm. Harry couldn't quite fill her like Mac, but she took advantage of his more convenient fit to show him a few tricks she couldn't do with her husband, slipping his rod from side to side within her.
Harry's hands lifted to her chest and rubbed her small breasts. A familiar electric thrill went through her.
"You like my tits?" she asked, mischievously.
Harry managed to answer in between groans. "Yes, yes, oh, God, Quon Lee!"
"You like to fuck me, I think," she said, grinding her cunt to the base of his cock. "I like to fuck you, Judge Harry. I like -- Oh! OH! OHHHHHHHH!"
A wild shiver turned her body to Jell-O and then returned, and again. It was an orgasm like never before, and when it was over she sank back down onto the judge's cock and let herself fall onto his chest, her breath coming in heaving gasps.
But in just a minute or two she felt his cock prodding her again. She raised her head and looked him in the eyes. She saw the lust there, and it stirred her own.Slowly at first, savoring the pleasure of every inch, she took him in, let him out. Quon Lee rose again to a sitting position, feeling the fluids pour out of her and cover his crotch. Harry drove his cock up, again, again, again! What he lacked in size, she discovered to her delight, he more than made up for in stamina. Her pussy quivered and shook with his assault, and another orgasm left her breathless and unable to support herself.
Still, Harry was rock-hard within her. Quon Lee slid off him and crawled onto her knees at the end of the couch, presenting her ass to him as she slathered the puckered brown hole with her own juices.
Harry entered her surely, sending his pole up her ass as his fingers sought out her sopping wet cunt.
"Damn, Quon Lee," he gasped, "it's even tighter than your cunt! Does it hurt?"
"No, Harry, no," she groaned. "Fuck it! Fuck me in the ass!"
He did, curling his long body over hers as he plunged into her asshole. At last, he began to moan, louder and louder, and Quon Lee could feel him growing thicker, pushing her asshole to the limit.
And then a hot burst inside her as he bellowed out, and they collapsed onto the sweat-soaked cushions.
Quon Lee started when she heard the sound of applause. She looked up. Mac and Christine were standing just inside the door.
As she looked into her husband's eyes, she hated him no longer. | 4 |
1,078 | Blossom: First Date | "Sure, I understand," Nick said into the phone. "No, no hard feelings. Well, nice talking to you."
"Shot down again, huh?" His son Anthony came ambling in from the kitchen.
"Yeah," Nick said, "and thanks for the sympathy. Hey, are you doing anything Saturday night? Maybe we could rent a video, or..."
"Sorry, Dad, no dice. I've got to work." Anthony plopped down in front of the TV as Nick's other son, Joey, came through the front door. "Hey, Joey," Anthony called out. "Dad struck out with some woman again. You busy Saturday night?"
"Uh, no," Joey said. "Why?"
"To go out with Dad," Anthony explained patiently.
"Oh. Uh, I'm busy."
"But Joey," Nick broke in. "You just said you were free!"
"Uh -- something came up?"
Not waiting for the rest, Joey ducked into the kitchen.
Just then Nick's daughter, Blossom, came down the stairs. She was about 16, just on the verge of true womanhood. She hid a developing body in an agglomeration of bits and pieces of old clothes, but her growing breasts and slender legs were becoming too noticeable to be hidden. Nick had done the best he could raising her on his own these last few years since the divorce, but secretly he feared he hadn't done enough. Was she ready for adulthood -- and adult relationships? One son was a recovering addict, another was -- not to put it too bluntly -- dumb as a rock. Blossom was his last hope.
Luckily, he thought to himself, she never seemed to realize how much hope and concern he had invested in her; she was almost always cheerful, easy-going, ready for anything.
"Hi, Dad," she called out, heading for the door. "I gotta..."
"Blossom!" he cut in. "Are you..."
"Watch out," Anthony interrupted. "Dad got stiffed again. He's..."
"Again?" Blossom edged closer to the door. "Look, I've really gotta go..."
"Doing anything Saturday night?" Nick finished.
"Looking for someone to go out with him," Anthony said.
"Out to meet Six," Blossom answered as she slipped out the door. "See ya!"Blossom seemed like a pro at it, he thought; even as he went along with it, he knew she was carefully guiding their conversation, keeping it happy, trying to boost his spirits. She seemed so mature in these surroundings.
Maybe, he thought, maybe it was because seeing her outside of the house meant seeing her outside of all the accumulated memories of her childhood. In such an adult setting, he was finally able to see his daughter as an adult -- or, he reminded himself, almost an adult.
He tried to tell her that, but the words seemed to trip over themselves and he couldn't get them out right. Trying to make his point, he reached across the table and took her slim hand in his. It started out as just a momentary gesture, but his hand lingered on hers. He felt her downy skin, the pulse beating just below the surface. Their eyes locked, and for a moment, neither spoke.
"Ahem." It was the waiter, bringing their main courses. Nick took his hand away, slowly. The conversation lagged as they ate.
Halfway through dessert, Blossom suddenly whispered to her father. "Psst. That couple to your right. Don't look now! The ones having the lasagna."
Nick lifted his napkin up to his face, using it as a shield while he snuck a peek. A middle-aged couple surrounded by a forest of empty wine bottles and glasses looked away quickly as his eyes caught theirs.
"What is it?" he whispered to his daughter. "What are they doing?"
Blossom leaned over the table, keeping her voice low. Her young breasts pressed against the top of her dress as she bent forward, and her pendant dangled just above her pasta.
"They've been staring at us all night. You know what I think?" She winked.
"What?"
"I bet they think I'm your date, not your daughter." She smiled. "From the looks on their faces now, I'm almost sure of it!"
Nick leaned back, blushing. He was a bit embarrassed, but Blossom seemed to take it as a great joke.
"You know," she said as the waiter picked up Nick's credit card, "we could really drive them crazy. You want to?"
Nick smirked. This was the Blossom he always knew, the one who loved to pull the leg of stuffy people. With only a passing thought about pulling a practical joke in such a fancy place, he nodded his assent. "What do we do?"
"Just follow my lead," she said. The waiter brought the check back then; Nick signed off with a generous tip and rose from the table.
Blossom slid out of her side. As she did, her skirt rode up, and a slit opened wide, giving the couple at the next table a clear view of her luscious legs. She tugged on Nick's shoulder as he started to turn for the door. He turned back to her, and Blossom reached up and flung her arms around his neck and kissed him.
It was no father-daughter kiss. She opened her mouth and pressed it to his lips, slipping her tongue inside. He felt her body pressed closely to his, her breasts squashed against his chest, one of her legs wrapped around his. His arms surrounded her, and his hands met on the bare, warm skin of her back. Blossom held the kiss for a full minute, her hands tangling in his hair.
At last, they broke their embrace. "Thanks for the dinner, Daddy," Blossom said in a stage whisper as they passed the obviously shocked couple.
Nick's mind was awhirl. To his own shock, he realized he now had an erection, his hard cock pressing against his pants. He hastily buttoned up his sports coat, hoping it would cover up the bulge. For a fraction of a second, he had forgotten Blossom was his daughter and had become lost in a passionate kiss with a very lovely young woman. Now, realizing what he had done, Nick was in a daze.
Somehow he made his way to the car. As he opened the door for her, Blossom pecked him on the cheek -- a very daughterly thing to do. By the time he'd gotten in on his side, he'd almost convinced himself he was exaggerating what had gone before. He felt his erection subsiding as he slipped his key into the ignition and started up the engine. Then he looked over at his daughter. She was looking out the passenger window, the light from a passing car throwing her into silhouette. Nick smiled at the familiar profile. But then his eyes went down, down to her chest, where he could see her breasts heaving. It wasn't just him, he knew then.
And as the car passed and his eyes adjusted to the dim light, he saw the smooth curves of Blossom's silky legs. He closed his eyes briefly. His erection was back.
Suppressing his stormy emotions, Nick opened his eyes again and pulled out of the parking spot. "Good food, don't you think?" he said, an artificial brightness making his voice brittle.
"Hmm? Oh, yes," Blossom said, still staring out her window. She seemed far away.
"Yes, good food," Nick repeated.
They didn't say another word while they drove across town to the theater, got their tickets, and settled into a back row in the crowded screening room.
The lights dimmed, but it took a few minutes, while the trailers zipped past, for the audience to quiet down. The theater was hushed by the time the feature was underway. It was a romance -- Blossom had picked it out, of course -- filled with lingering moments and tight embraces.
Nick became aware, little by little, of a subtle scent of roses. He bent closer to Blossom -- yes, it was her perfume. She noticed the movement and bent toward him, resting her head on his shoulder. Nick watched as the light from the screen cast a flickering halo around Blossom's long brown hair. Each strand seemed to catch the light a different way, lending a sultry sheen to her appearance.
A man from further down the row bumped past then. "Excuse me! Pardon me!" Nick and Blossom settled back into their seats after he passed.
On the screen, it grew cold and wintry as the lovers struggled to make a go of it. The sound of the wind rushing through the cracks in their hovel seemed to fill the theater, and soon everyone in the audience was shivering along with the actors. Nick put his arm around Blossom's shoulder and drew her close.
She burrowed into his side. He felt his heart thump loudly and was amazed that everyone else in the theater didn't turn around and tell him to shush.
Nick's hand was resting on Blossom's bare arm. Then she shifted slightly, and his hand slipped in between her arm and her side. Instinctively, he flexed his fingers and felt her warm flesh give a little. The feeling was familiar. His eyes staring straight ahead, Nick realized with a thud that he was groping his daughter's breast. His cock grew harder, and he squirmed a bit.
Blossom made no move to get away. It seemed to Nick that his hand didn't belong to him anymore. Without conscious direction, it followed the sensuous curve of Blossom's firm mound. His fingers moved slowly, tenderly across the velvet. A prickle of electricity shot up Nick's arm as they strayed off the material and onto her skin in the deep valley between her breasts. Her pendant slipped over his fingers as they explored further.
"Sorry! Coming through!" The man from down the aisle worked his way back past them, a huge tub of popcorn and a vat of soda clutched to his body. This time when he passed, Nick and Blossom remained linked.
Nick's cock was rock-hard now, squeezed so tightly by his slacks that the pain was intense. Suddenly, he felt the pressure ease. As he looked down, a small, pale hand was unzipping his fly.
Nick licked his lips.
A small voice within him continued to tell him it was wrong. But the memory of his daughter's hot, burning kiss was stronger. As the lopsided battle went on with his conscience, Blossom spread apart the flap of his briefs and tugged his dick free.
Nick sighed at the relief as his massive erection sprang out. While he tenderly caressed Blossom's breasts, his young daughter grasped his shaft and began to rub. Slowly, at first. He felt her fingers slide over the wide helmet and down the rod, tugging slightly at the dry skin stretched tight by his hard-on. Soon, though, a few drops of pre-cum oozed out of the tip, and she rubbed them down, lubricating his shaft as she began to speed up her ministrations.
She was using only her thumb and forefinger to circle his cock. Nick bent down and whispered in her ear. "Use your whole hand, sweetheart. Oh, yes, like that. Honey, you know I love you. You're making your father very happy now. Oh, sweetheart!"
Blossom, her head still buried in his side, murmured back, "Is it really good, Dad? Am I doing it all right?"
"You're doing it perfect, Blossom," Nick cooed. "Just ... just ... oohhhhhhhh!"
Two spurts, then a third, and the cum boiled out of him, erupting out the tip of his cock and flowing down over Blossom's hand. She continued to rub until he pushed her hand away.
Taking his arm from her side, Nick reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a handkerchief, offering it to his daughter.
But Blossom lifted her head and looked directly into his eyes. Then she put her hand to her mouth, the hand glistening with Nick's cum, and licked the fingers clean, one by one. After she had finished, Nick bent down and kissed her. The taste of his own salty cum in his daughter's mouth was incredibly erotic, and his cock began to stiffen slightly.
Just then, the credits began to roll, and the house lights came up slowly. Nick stuffed his cock back into his pants and zipped them hastily.
Nick weaved slightly as they walked out to the parking lot; he felt unsteady and uncertain and very confused.
Blossom clung closely to him, but the crowd was everywhere, and it wasn't until they were both in the car that he felt it safe to talk.
"Blossom..." he began.
"Dad...""She did as well.
They both smiled.
"You first," she said at last.
Nick began by looking at her, but found it easier to turn away and stare out the windshield. He took a deep breath.
"Blossom, I -- I'm sorry for what happened in there. I let things get out of control. It's my fault. I -- Can you forgive me? Can you ever forgive me?"
Blossom put a hand on his arm. Nick flinched.
"Dad, it's not your fault. You can't help what happened. It was me. I -- I don't know. Maybe I got caught up in the movie. All I know is that I love you and ..."
"I love you, too, Blossom. But you know we can't..."
"I know!"
Nick could hear her sobbing quietly, but Nick still kept his eyes straight ahead. His fingers were curled so tightly around the steering wheel that the knuckles were a ghostly white.
"It's wrong." Even to Nick, his words sounded cold and flat. "It's just wrong. Blossom, I'm your father. I should know better. But when I saw you tonight, so beautiful, so -- so sexy, I -- NO! No, I can't do that! I can't say that! There's no excuse!" His head fell onto the steering wheel. "Oh, God, what have I done?"
"Dad?" Blossom put her arm around him. "Dad, I -- maybe I wanted something to happen. I knew what this dress was like. And in the restaurant -- well, you know. I have to admit I've wondered for a long time what it would be like to kiss you like that. I've never kissed a boy like that -- well, except for one, once, but that was just to see what it was like. And it wasn't -- like it was with you.
"So it's my fault, Dad. Oh, please, don't hate me!"
"Hate you?" Nick turned toward her. He saw the tracks of her tears running down her smooth cheeks. "Honey, I love you. I really do. I always -- always ..."
Nick bent forward. The words were still dying on his lips when he kissed the tears from her cheeks. But then he went on, to her mouth. Their tongues met. A flame rose high within him. His arms wrapped around her, pressing her against his chest. He felt her heartbeat pounding madly. Eagerly, hungrily they kissed.
All hesitation and doubt had left him. There was room for just one emotion in his mind, and that was a deep, abiding, erotic love for this nubile goddess in his arms.
Their embrace lasted long after the other cars had left the lot. Finally they broke it off. With trembling hands, Nick put the car into gear and drove off.
What now, he thought? Now that I am madly in love with my own daughter?
It was Blossom who made the next choice.
"Turn here," she said softly. "At the light."
Nick swung the car to the right. Within a few blocks they had left the bright lights of the main road behind them. He looked around. It had been awhile since he'd been in this part of town, and he wasn't sure where they were heading. The street lights were few and far between now.
"There, off to the right. See, between those two posts?"
Dimly he made out a rutted path. The headlights picked out a narrow, rugged lane that went into the brush for a hundred feet or so and then stopped in a dark, secluded clearing.
He turned to Blossom. "Where are we?"
"The kids at school told me about this place," she said quietly. "They use it for -- well, special occasions. I've never been here myself. I guess I never had a special occasion - until now."
Blossom's fingertips brushed Nick's neck as she helped him off with his sports coat. The steering wheel jabbed him in the side as he twisted.
"Maybe we should ..." Blossom said, motioning with her eyes to the back seat.
She and Nick got out on opposite sides of the car. Blossom quickly opened the rear door on her side and slid in.
Nick, though, closed the driver's door and then let his body sag against the car's frame. The enormity of what he was about to do seemed to concentrate itself into a roar in his head like a massive wave breaking over the shore. I can't, he told himself.
There was a tap at the window. He looked in. Blossom crooked a finger at him. He got in.
The young girl slid back to her side of the car. While Nick loosened his tie and undid his belt buckle, Blossom slipped the thin straps of her dress off her shoulder and reached behind her back to pull down the short zipper.
Tugging his shirt out of his slacks, Nick found his thoughts hopelessly tangled. In his mind's eye he saw Blossom growing up -- a babe in arms, a little girl taking her first bike ride, a kid singing along with him. But when he looked up he saw something else: a lovely maiden lowering her dress, exposing a pair of exquisite breasts. The thin moonlight rippling through the branches made speckled patterns on her pale skin, revealing now and again the small, dark circles at the peak of each breast, the darker nubbins protruding from them.
Nick fumbled off his shoes and socks, then slid off his slacks and briefs. Blossom reached out, her dress still half-on, and caressed his chest.
And then she wiggled out of the dress. As it slumped to the floor, she reached down and peeled off her pantyhose.
Even in the dim light, Nick could make out the dark patch of hair, the voluptuous swell of her hips.
He moved toward her, stretching out on the bench seat. His hand fluttered above her body, tracing out every curve and hollow. They kissed, tenderly, and then he moved down, nuzzling her neck, working his way to Blossom's perfect orbs. With soft, butterfly kisses he surrounded them, until at last he reached the summit. Then greedily he suckled his daughter's nipples, taking them into his mouth, biting gently at their sensitive skin.
Blossom moaned, deeply, and writhed beneath him.
Nick's hand followed the swoop of her torso down to her thighs. He ran the back of his hand over the soft skin, moving with each pass closer and closer to her virgin treasure. Blossom opened herself to him, spreading her legs apart.
Nick savored every second, every touch, every sensation. Never in his life, he thought, had he seen such a perfect body. Never had love and lust mingled so intoxicatingly.
His fingers brushed against the crinkly hair of his daughter's pubic mound, and then slid down to her labia. He was delighted to find them already slick. Tenderly he spread them, slipping a finger inside, running it up and down her lubricated slit.
"Yesss," Blossom sighed, spreading her legs further apart.
Nick explored deeper into his daughter, pressing on until he came to the maidenhead. A frisson of joy reverberated in his head. Still a virgin! For a second some almost dead part of him called out to let her remain so. But this felt so right.
His thumb found the little button of her clitoris and Blossom shrieked for a second. Her breath was coming in gulps now as he manipulated her clitoris and extended two fingers into her opening.
"I want you," Blossom gasped. "I want you in me now, Daddy!"
Nick shifted, rolling over so that his hips rested between hers. He felt the underside of his cock rub against her pubic patch, scratching delicately at the sensitive shaft.
"We don't -- we don't have to do anything you don't want to," he whispered to her. "I want you, honey, but if we're going too fast, it's not too late."
"No! I want you!" she insisted. "Please, please, put it in me!"
Nick let the head of his cock slide down to the hot, wet entrance to his daughter's tunnel. Blossom immediately began to buck up at him.
He held back, letting his cock ride up and down the slick folds. He wanted her first time to be as special, as gentle, as perfect as he could make it. Still holding his cock outside her, Nick bent down and kissed Blossom. She kissed him back hard, inflamed with lust.
Ever so slightly, ever so cautiously he pressed his cock into her. The hot folds spread apart easily, opening -- blossoming, even -- to accept his engorged rod.
With the helmet not quite all the way in, Nick pulled back again. Blossom answered with a quiet growl. "You're teasing me," she protested.
"Love isn't something to be rushed, Blossom," Nick told his daughter. "It's like a fine wine. You should approach it slowly. Explore it from every angle. Sip at it lightly, then savor the taste." As he spoke, he again slid his cockhead into her. This time he let the helmet pop all the way in, but held it there.
"What if I want to gulp it?" Blossom said. He could hear the smile in her voice.
"There will be time for that later," he said. "But now, honey, this might hurt a bit."
"I know," she said. "But I'm -- I'm ready."
Nick covered her mouth with his as he pressed his cock up to her maidenhead. The thin tissue held. He thrust once, twice, a third time, and then felt it tear away, allowing his cock to slide all the way in.
Her vagina was tight, tighter than he'd ever had before. He felt every inch inside her, and it was hard to resist the urge to begin driving his shaft in and out immediately.
But Blossom was biting her lip, and a tear or two glistened in the corners of her eyes.
She must have sensed his fear. "It wasn't too bad," she whispered.
That eased Nick's fears, but he still was afraid to move. After a few moments, Blossom moved her hips under him, urging him on. Still he didn't dare.
His daughter put her lips to his ear and whispered softly.
"Fuck me, Daddy."
With a groan, Nick eased his raging hard-on out of Blossom's cunt and plunged it back in.
"Oh, yes!" she cried, her hands clawing at his naked back. "Yes, more!"
Nick complied with her request, driving his rod in and out of her no longer virginal tunnel."On each upstroke, he would lift almost completely out, so he could get the delight of feeling her tight lips spread open before his pressure again and again.
Fucking his daughter, her hole so tight, but her body so willing, made him feel like a teenager again himself, like he was experiencing his own first fuck. He tried out different rhythms, he wiggled his cock from side to side - though there wasn't much room to maneuver - he even inserted a finger in her anus and felt the pressure of his shaft through her asshole's wall.
Through it all, Blossom kept up a running commentary, complimenting his technique, suggesting new angles, screaming her joy. Her mother had been almost silent in bed, especially toward the end; this was a new and wonderful experience for Nick. Blossom's encouragement - especially, he found, the unusual thrill of hearing her use language he never thought she knew - magnified his ecstasy.
"Fuck me harder," the young girl moaned. "I want your cock in me all the way. Please, please, push it in! Harder!"
With her vaginal secretions easing the way, Nick increased the tempo, faster, faster, pistoning his rod into her eager cunt until he felt a boiling in his loins.
"Oh, God, Blossom, I'm gonna cum," he groaned. "I'd better pull out!"
"No, no! I'm on the Pill! Put it all in me!" She was a wildcat, scratching at his sides as she bucked furiously. "I want it all!"
And then Nick felt the cum explode out of him, a hot jet of jism surging into his daughter. He pressed his mouth to hers as the cum poured out.
Blossom kept humping her hips, trying for more and more. Nick's cock quivered under her attack; it had grown so sensitive after the orgasm that every touch was a delicious agony. He pounded his fists into the car's upholstery as his daughter fought to push him into her cunt.
At last, Nick's rod began to shrink, until just the tip was still clutched in her vaginal lips. He raised himself on his arms and tried to move away.
"Oh, no, you don't," Blossom said with a smirk. She had wrapped her legs around his, holding him in place.
"I can't do any more," Nick protested. "That's it!"
"Maybe not," Blossom purred as she licked his sweaty neck. "Are you sure?"
Nick thought he was, but now his daughter was caressing his shaft with her cunt, bucking up at it in short, sharp movements. To his amazement, his cock began to grow again. A third time in one night? That was a record for him, he knew.
But Blossom seemed to take it for granted. God, what a devil he had, Nick thought.
Obeying his cock's urgings, he resumed the in-and-out motions, sliding through his daughter's pillowy tunnel. She sighed as she matched him stroke for stroke.
It didn't last long this time. Nick's cock quickly grew larger, thicker, pressing against the tight walls. "Oh, God, Dad," Blossom said. "It's even better! Oh, please, please, take it slow. That's it!"
Nick played her cunt like a violin, running his bow over the strings of his daughter's cunt. It built and built to a crashing crescendo as again he felt his cum boil up.
And this time Blossom joined in his cries. "I'm cumming," she moaned. "Don't stop, don't stop, don't stoooooppppp!" As the jism pulsed out of his cock, Nick felt Blossom stiffen and then suddenly release like a spring, and again, and again. Her wild flailing milked every drop of cum from his cock until at last she was still and he slipped his shrunken rod out of her, still cuddling her to him as the sweat cooled their bodies.
"Dad?" Blossom whispered in his ear.
"Yes, honey?"
"I'm free next Saturday." | 1 |
1,080 | NEWHART: The Made Maid | "Stephanie, I never said you weren't pretty. I just said that some men prefer, well, different types of women." Joanna grunted as she lifted a sack of potatoes from the car. "You can't expect every man to drool over you."
Stephanie continued to sort through the brown grocery bags, searching for the one with lightest load. "And why not, Joanna? You don't really expect me to believe those boys were looking at you in THAT way, do you?"
Joanna, a tall, slim woman of about 40, pushed a wisp of hair away from her face with the back of her hand as she leaned against the door of the inn she and her husband ran. As usual, she wore simple clothes -- a bright wool sweater and a pair of brown slacks. The clothes weren't sexy themselves, but the way Joanna filled them out gave them a special appeal. The horizontally striped pattern of the sweater accented the swell of her large breasts, and the curve of the slacks hinted at the long legs and tight ass beneath them.
She paused a few moments to get her breath back -- she had made 10 trips back and forth from the car to Stephanie's one -- before turning to the young maid. The irritation in her voice was barely veiled. "Stephanie, why can't you admit that those boys were whistling at me? They were looking right at me. It's not the first time that's ever happened to me, you know."
Stephanie faced Joanna, hands on hips. She was shorter and clearly much younger, with a pert, expertly made-up face and a halo of blond hair. The short, cream skirt she wore showed off her perfectly shaped legs, and it was clear from the outline of her white blouse that she was in excellent shape, although her breasts were certainly not as large as the older woman's. Her coral-pink lips were drawn into a pout as she spoke. "I'm sure," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "The bag boys probably want you to have their babies all the time. But I still say the ones who whistled were aiming at me. They must have just been looking at you to figure out if -- oh, I don't know, to figure out if you were my mom or something. Let's face it, Joanna, you're no spring chicken."
With an exaggerated sigh, Joanna pushed past the younger girl and picked another bag from the trunk. "Let's just forget it, Stephanie."
The maid fished a bag out of the back seat; it contained only potato chips and a loaf of white bread. She trailed Joanna to the back door, waiting while the other woman put down her load of canned goods and opened the screen door.
A few minutes later, when they were both busy putting stuff away, Stephanie started up the argument again. "I just think it's time you faced the facts, Joanna," she said. "A girl like me -- beautiful, slim, young, rich -- I can get any man I want. They would be lined up 12 deep at my bedroom door if I didn't make it clear I wasn't interested. Why, you know, that's probably why those boys weren't looking at me! They saw that I was too good for them, so they were afraid to look me in the eye when they whistled." She nodded her head to punctuate the thought.
Joanna stretched to put some beans on a top shelf. Over her shoulder, she said, "You can believe what you want, Stephanie. But we both know that a lot of men like a woman with more, well, more development. I've had my share of wolf whistles. With this chest, I have to expect it."
She gathered up several boxes of cereal -- pointedly holding them in a basket of her arms, presenting her breasts as if on a platter. "And let's face it, Stephanie. You're young and pretty, but you just don't have the shape that a lot of men want."
The young maid's eyes blazed, but she didn't say a word. Turning abruptly on her heel, she stomped out of the kitchen. Joanna called after her to no avail; with a sigh, she finished putting away the groceries herself.
Dick Loudon was typing away in his den, writing another epic of home improvement, when he heard a soft tap at the door. Before he could call out, Stephanie slipped inside and shut the door behind her with a click.
He looked his question at her over the tops of his half-frame glasses. Stephanie batted her long eyelashes. "Now, Dick, I know you're busy with that writing thing you do, so you just go right ahead. Hee-hee -- that was a joke, wasn't it? Go "write" ahead? Get it?"
Dick glared at her. He was a very ordinary man, with thinning grayish hair, an unexceptional body and the perpetual look that said he wasn't sure what was going on but whatever it was he wanted nothing to do with it. His angry looks could be distinguished from his happy ones mostly by counting the number of wrinkles in his forehead.
"Stephanie," he said patiently, "I'm in the middle of a chapter here. The grout has just been applied and I have to tell them what to do next or it'll set and there'll be hell to pay. Can this wait until later?"
From behind her back, Stephanie flourished a feather duster. "Just doing some cleaning," she said. "Forget I'm even here."
With that she set to work. That in itself was enough to make Dick suspicious, but she seemed to be serious about it. He went back to his typewriter.
From time to time, in between paragraphs, he looked up to see the maid busily going about her job. Once he saw her reaching high to dust some of the books on a top shelf. As she reached, the hem of her skirt lifted and Dick admired the long, shapely line of her legs; with her standing on tiptoe, the sexy curve of her ankle was emphasized. Another time she reached down to a bottom shelf and Dick looked up just in time to see a very sexy ass waving in his face. He felt a stirring in his crotch that he ignored.
The next time he looked up she was nowhere in sight. But for a faint swishing sound behind him, he would have thought Stephanie had left the room. Without another thought for her, Dick went on typing.
In a few minutes he became aware of a faint floral smell, a scent he knew from long familiarity was Stephanie's perfume -- a personal blend she had a shop in Paris make up for her, she'd said once. Alerted to her presence, he wasn't startled when she began speaking.
"There," she said, "just about finished. And I didn't interrupt your typing, did I?"
Dick shook his head, keeping his eyes on the page as he tapped out the end of a sentence.
As he poked a finger at the period key, he felt a gentle pressure on his shoulders.
"Ooooh, you look very tense," Stephanie cooed. "How about a nice neck massage?"
Without turning to look at her, Dick frowned. "What is it, Stephanie?"
"What's what, Dick?"
"What are you asking for?"
"I don't know what you mean."
"Stephanie, you haven't dusted this room in six weeks. And you've never given me a neck massage. C-c-c-come to think of it, no one's ever given me -- a little more to the left. That's it."
Her probing fingers erased the concern from his mind and Dick closed his eyes and sagged back against the chair. She was very good at his, he noticed; he could feel the tension draining out of him as she rubbed away at his neck and shoulders.
"There's a little teensy-weensy knot right here," Stephanie said, rubbing hard at a spot just below his right shoulder blade. "I think I need to get a little closer to it. Do you mind?" As she spoke, her hands slipped around Dick's sides and she unbuttoned his shirt. He leaned forward a bit to help her pull it down, and then settled back again as she went to work on the trouble spot. Her hands felt warm on his flesh as she kneaded away.
"Th-th-that's perfect," Dick sighed. Stephanie then began scratching his back with her long nails. Little shivers of delight rolled like waves through his body. He was so lost in pleasure that he didn't really notice when her hands strayed from his back and began tracing a path across his stomach, down to his belt buckle. It was only when Stephanie undid the buckle, simultaneously slipping a hot, wet tongue into his ear, that Dick came to with a start.
"St-st-stephanie, wh-wh-what are you doing?" She had undone his pants and slid down the zipper before he could get a grip on the desk's edge and spin himself around. When he had spun halfway around, his feet slammed into the floor, stopping the twist abruptly.
Stephanie stood before him almost completely naked, clad only in a lacy white garter belt, sheer white hose and her shiny high heels. Her perky young breasts stood out firm and erect, with the dainty aureoles capped by perfect nipples. Her lips were parted slightly, forming a pout that seemed much sexier than Dick had ever noticed it being before.
Before he could say another word, she stepped toward him. "Touch me, Dick," she commanded in a husky whisper. "I want you. I want you now."
"You want m-m-m-m-m-me?"
"You know I do," she said, and pointed at his crotch. "And you want me, too." He couldn't deny it.His boxers were tented high as his stiff cock strained at the restriction. Dick licked his lips and stared. She seemed too good to be true, all that lush young flesh. It was like a dream.
He didn't know what to do first, but Stephanie took his hands in hers and brought them to her breasts.
"Do you like my breasts, Dick? Are they big enough for you? They're not too small, are they?"
"No! They're -- they're perfect." He squeezed them, thrilling to their firmness. She had the tits of a teenager, and it had been a long time -- well, actually, he'd never felt a teenager's tits.
As he groped, Stephanie tugged his shorts down, freeing his cock to wave in the air like a fat flagpole. At her touch he shied away, but she gently placed both hands around his shaft. Her touch was warm and soft; her hands had obviously never done hard labor. Dick felt a few drops of pre-cum ooze out the tip as she caressed his rod.
"That's a very nice cock you have, Dick," Stephanie whispered. "I like men with nice, big, hard cocks. Do you know what I like to do when I get one? Do you?"
"N-n-no," he stammered out, his eyes still fastened to her chest.
"Ooooh, I like to touch it, like this. I like to rub my hands up and down and feel that nice, hard cock rubbing against my fingers. And do you know what else I like to do?"
He could only shake his head.
"I like to lick that long, stiff cock all over with my hot tongue. And then I like to put that cock in my mouth and suck on it, up and down, until it spurts out cum all over my face."
As she talked, Stephanie continued to rub his cock. Dick's hands had fallen back and his eyes were closed as he felt nothing but the sensation of her fingers on his shaft.
"Would you like me to do that, Dick? Would you like me to put that hard cock of yours in my little mouth? Would you ..."
"Yes!" He couldn't get the words out fast enough. "Yes, yes, oh God, yes!"
Stephanie knelt down before him and gently pressed his legs apart. She leaned forward and kissed the tip of his cock before opening her lips and taking him into her mouth. Her lips closed around the shaft, gripping it tightly, while her fingers circled the base and continued to pump. The combination of the sight of her beautiful naked body and the feel of her hot lips on his shaft didn't take long to get to Dick and within minutes he was moaning as white jets of cum shot out of his cock. True to her word, Stephanie swallowed them all, even licking the head of his rod to get the last few drops.
Dick felt drained, and he sagged back in his chair. But Stephanie appeared perky as ever, rising to her feet only to plop herself down onto his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and planted a long, deep kiss on his lips. An orgasm usually left him feeling sleepy, but her kiss quickly revived him. He slipped one arm around her slim waist, letting the other hand fall to her silky bush. She wriggled in delight as his fingers tickled their way to her slit, already moist with secretions.
Stephanie's obvious delight in his actions made Dick feel like a kid again -- like the lover he never was. Tenderly, then with more and more passion, he drove his fingers into her slit as her pussy juices coated them. All the while they kissed and suckled each other.
"Oh, Dick, that's so good," she whispered in his ear. "Oh, god, do you know what else I want to do now?"
Dick had to take a deep breath before he could answer. "Wh-what would that be?"
"I want to fuck you," she said simply, and the words sent a jolt through him even more than when her lips had first closed on his cock.
"B-b-but I-I-I..." He paused and started again. "I can't d-do it so soon..."
"Yes you can," she giggled. To his surprise, Dick realized it was true; he could feel his cock beginning to swell anew.
"And I really want to fuck you, Dick. I want that hard cock inside my pussy. I want to ride it so hard! And you're going to make me cum, Dick. I can feel it. You're going to make me cum so hard! Won't that be fun!"
With one last long, deep kiss, Stephanie twisted around so that her back was against Dick's chest and his cock was poking up between her legs. She had to stroke it only a little while before it was once again stiff. With Dick holding her tightly around the waist, she lifted herself up and scooched forward, putting her soaking wet pussy lips directly above his shaft. In one long, slow, fluid movement she lowered herself and buried his cock in her up to the hilt. Dick pressed his mouth to her neck to muffle his scream of ecstasy as he felt her tight cunt walls enfold his rod.
"Ooooh, it's as good as I thought it would be," Stephanie cooed, while she wiggled around on the stiff cock. She began to pump away at it, bathing it in her secretions, squeezing it with her pussy lips. Guttural grunts escaped Dick's lips as his hands reached up to squeeze her pert breasts.
Stephanie bent her head around to plant a wet kiss on his face. "Do you like this, Dick? Am I doing OK?"
"Perfect," he managed to get out. "Perfect. Just -- perfect."
It was almost too much effort to speak, now; he wanted to concentrate only the incredible sensations. Stephanie's body felt as light as a feather on his lap, but her cunt's attack on his cock was strong and determined. He had never imagined their stuck-up maid could be such a sexual being. She was a goddess and he was worshiping eagerly at the temple of her body, driving his cock into her as a sacrifice to her beauty. Or at least that was one of the mental images flooding his lust-crazed mind as they continued to rut away with abandon, the desk chair squeaking beneath them.
"You're doing it, Dick," Stephanie said with a gasp. "Oh, god, you really are! You're going to make me cum! I can feel it! I can feel it! I can aaaaaaauuuuggghhhh!"
Stephanie's flailing orgasm brought on his own, and another surge of cum shot out of his cock, this time filling the girl's hot pussy and oozing out the sides to mingle with her own gush of fluids, pouring down his cock and onto the seat. With his last reserves of strength Dick drove his faltering cock into her cunt once, twice, a third time, squeezing the last bit of jism from it before his rod shriveled and his muscles gave out.
Just a few seconds later Stephanie rose off of him and briskly slipped her clothes back onto her sweaty body. Dick sat in a rapidly cooling puddle of their fluids, too exhausted to move.
"We-we-we've got to clean this up," he called out weakly as Stephanie moved toward the door. "What if Joanna ..."
"Sorry, Dick, it's my lunch hour now," the young girl said saucily, closing the door behind her.On her way to the door Stephanie intercepted Dick climbing up from the basement. "Come on," Stephanie said, slipping a hand around his back. "You can drive me into town."
"Oh, but I have to ..."
"Don't worry, Joanna won't mind! Will you, Joanna?" Stephanie smirked toward the desk, where the older woman was standing stock still, her mouth half open. "See? Joanna doesn't mind. Oh, and say, Joanna, if Michael calls, be a love and tell him I'll be back in a couple of hours, won't you?"
The door slammed behind her just as Joanna thought of the perfect comeback. She almost spat it out anyway, but the phone's insistent ring interrupted her train of thought.
"Stratford Inn, how may -- oh, hello, Michael. Yes, Stephanie said to tell you ..." She paused briefly and glanced at the door to Dick's den. "Ah, that is, Stephanie said to tell you to come right over. Don't waste any time, she said. That's right. Well, we'll see you soon, Michael."
For the next several minutes, Joanna busied herself around the inn, shifting things back and forth, tidying up here and there. She placed a few quilts on the floor in front of the fireplace and started a roaring fire. She was just getting to her feet and wiping a smudge or two of ash off her hands when the front door swung open. She rushed through the door to the lobby.
"Hi-ho, Jojo! Where's my little snugglepuss?" Michael was a young, impeccably dressed man with the air of a small boy playing dress-up.
Joanna composed her face into a look of chagrin. "Oh, Michael, I'm sorry, Stephanie had to go to town. She won't be back for at least an hour."
Michael's face fell. "But, Jojo, she asked me to come right over. I had to leave just as the Professor was setting up his radio. Now I'll never know if Gilligan got off the island!"
In her mind, Joanna grimaced. Michael was such a little boy. But a woman's got to do what a woman's got to do. She advanced on him, cooing her apology. Michael seemed near tears. Joanna put a hand around his shoulder and led him into the dining room.
"I'm sure Stephanie just forgot all about you," she said, turning her face so he couldn't see her smirk. "You know how she is. I wouldn't let it get you down, Michael."
"But, Joanna, she SAID she'd meet me!"
Joanna turned toward him again. Her hand applied gentle pressure, bending his head down onto her ample chest. "There, there, Michael. Don't worry."
The fire cast a warm glow on them as she nudged him toward the quilts spread on the floor. Michael was clutching her around the waist, shuffling his feet along with her. As they came to a halt, Joanna released her pressure on his head and spoke. "Michael, I..." He picked his head up to look at her. She quivered her lips as she gazed deeply into his red-rimmed eyes. "I..." Joanna pressed her lips to Michael's. At first it was a gentle kiss. Then she pressed harder, opening her mouth and forcing her tongue into his. Michael seemed paralyzed at first, but soon he responded, holding her closer, returning her smothering kiss.
When they broke their embrace, Joanna was feeling a bit flushed in spite of herself, but Michael looked completely flustered.
"Holy Mrs. Robinson, Joanna," he sputtered. "If my little love-bug had caught us -- or the Dickster!"
Joanna's voice was soft and low. "They're in town, Michael, and they're not coming back for a long time. No one's going to catch us. We can do whatever we want. So what do you want to do, Michael?"
He babbled in reply.
Joanna took the bottom of her sweater in both hands and pulled it over her head in one fluid move. As she tossed it aside, her large breasts cradled in a silky white bra jiggled slightly.
"Do you want to touch my breasts, Michael? They're not too big, are they?" She reached behind and undid the clasp. As the bra fell away, the tits sagged slightly but still stood out, with large dark aureoles capped by thick, erect nipples. Joanna was a bit surprised by her own horniness.
"Wow!" Michael reached out a hand, tentatively. It tremored as it neared her flesh. "Mega-bongos, Joanna. I've never, uh, had anything like those."
"But don't you prefer smaller breasts? Aren't mine a bit, well, much?"
"Negatory, Jojo. They're perfect! Who'd want some skimpy chick when they could have a shelf like yours!" His hand brushed against her breast. Joanna held her breath, hoping her plan worked. Michael rubbed the back of his fingers lightly against her skin for a few seconds, but soon both his hands were groping her large tits. Before long he had bent to take them into his mouth, one by one, licking and suckling like a baby. Joanna flung back her head, closed her eyes and reveled in his passion. The young man's slightly clumsy moves made her feel a little like a cradle robber, but that wasn't all bad; it felt curiously sexy to be seducing somewhat who wasn't much more than a boy. She could feel her crotch beginning to warm and moisten, and she made a slight change in her plans.
While Michael was occupied with her breasts, Joanna quietly slipped her slacks and panties to the floor and kicked off her low-heeled shoes. When she pushed the young man away from her chest, he let out a loud gasp as he saw her naked body.
"You're as pretty as a centerfold," he managed to get out. "Where have you been hiding that sexy body, Joanna?"
"Oh, Michael," Joanna said, smiling to herself, "do you really like it? It's not quite what you're used to..."
"Not by a mile, Jojo! It's way better. It's like -- like -- like the difference between day-old Ripple and four-year-old Chardonnay. You're prime vintage. Wow!"
Joanna pressed her arms to her side in a little private hug. This was working out even better than she'd hoped. Her hands traced paths across her flat stomach to the auburn patch of hair between her legs; she saw Michael's eyes following them.
"Aren't you a little overdressed?" She saw his eyes bounced back and forth between her crotch and her face several times.
"Huh? Oh, uh, yeah, I guess," Michael said, blushing. He tossed aside his designer wear with far more abandon than Joanna had ever seen him treat his clothes. He really is hot for me, she told herself.
Michael was, as she feared, a bit scrawny. But, she saw with approval, at least one part of him was well-developed. His cock was already stiff and stood out at least seven inches. Joanna licked her lips and almost dove on it, but held herself back. She was in the driver's seat, and she was determined not to give it up.
She spread her legs apart and brushed her fingers through her bush and down to her pussy lips, already well-lubricated. As she dipped a finger into her slit, she looked back up at Michael and saw his mouth half-open. She smiled.
"Looks good, doesn't it? Wouldn't you like a closer look?"
Michael knelt down, his face just inches from the musky cunt.
"I'm really, really hot and wet, Michael. My cunt is just aching for someone to put his fingers in me. And his tongue. Do you think..."
Before she could finish the sentence, the young man pressed two fingers into her slit as Joanna withdrew her own. Further talk was unnecessary as he pushed his fingers deeper into her cunt and her juices flowed lavishly. Joanna caressed her tits, sighing deeply as she felt her pussy respond to Michael's movements. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps when he bent forward and put his mouth to her hole. It had been so long! He was not an expert, but she gently corrected him, holding his head away when he became too rough, pressing him to her when he faltered. She felt as if her whole body was on fire while he suckled her, his probing tongue slipping between her folds and lapping at her cunt. When his thumb found her clit, the feeling was almost too much to take, and within a minute or two she dissolved into a wild orgasm.
When she could speak again, Joanna got to her knees and told Michael to lie down on the quilts. His cock was standing straight up as she crawled over to it and straddled him. She grabbed hold of his shaft and rubbed the tip against her pussy lips, keeping them just out of reach of his frantic bucking. "Not so fast, Michael," she cooed. "You're going to get it, but ..."
"Gee whillickers, Joanna, I need you! I'm into total sex craze! I..."
"Michael," she said softly.
He ignored the interruption. "I need that totally awesome cunt on me! You're like total goddessville, Joanna! You..."
"Michael!"
"You turn my insides on like a Pop-Tart in a toaster! You..."
"Michael, dear," she said in a flat tone. "Shut up."
He stopped short. As a reward, Joanna sank down onto his eager cock, taking it deep into her sopping wet cunt. She saw sparks fly and wasn't sure if they were really coming out of the fire or just in her mind. Michael's fat cock was big enough to fill her up; she'd thought no man could do that. On each downstroke she ground her pussy against his groin, thrilling to the feel of his balls slapping against her flesh. More than she had in years, Joanna felt like a sexual being. It was if she'd awakened from a long, deep sleep. She cast aside the last vestiges of her normal demureness as Michael's cock drove in and out of her.
"Fuck me," she commanded him. "That's it, slam your cock into me, Michael. Don't hold back! Don't hold anything back. I can take anything you can give me. Drive that big, hard cock into me up to the hilt!"
"Joanna," Michael started to say, but she silenced him with a finger to her lips.
"Don't talk, you fucking stud," she said. "God damn, this is good. Just fuck my cunt and squeeze my tits. That's all men are good for, anyway. Come on, Michael. Fuck me!"In her own mind, Joanna knew she was putting on an act, at least in part. She had guessed -- oh, how correctly -- that Michael would respond to a harsh mistress. But she also was getting a kick out of ordering him around and talking dirty.
As they continued to rut wildly, she tried out every dirty word she knew and a few she made up on the spot. Each time she'd throw one out Michael seemed to add an extra oomph to his humping, until she had to grab hold of his waist to keep from being tossed off. Her tits were bouncing up and down, slapping her chest with each powerful thrust of his hard cock.
Just when she began to feel a glow inside, she sensed that Michael too was nearing the edge. She forced him to slow down the pace, taking long, slow rides up and down his cock, until the first small tremor shook her sweaty body. Michael took the cue and drove his cock into her roughly, once, twice, and then a third time deep into her cunt. With a loud groan he let loose a torrent of cum as her own orgasm hit full force.
By the time she had ridden out the last wave of passion the logs in the fireplace had burned down to a few glowing embers. She stared at them for a few seconds before her mind snapped into the present.
Without hesitation, she rose off of Michael's flagging shaft and gathered up her clothes. The young man, still on the floor, grabbed at her ankle.
"Another round, Jojo?"
Joanna glanced out the window. "Isn't that our car? Oh, look, yes, there's Stephanie and Dick coming down the road."
Michael leaped to his feet and snatched up his slacks, hopping into them one-legged while Joanna giggled.
"Better hurry up, Michael," she teased him. "Wouldn't want your snugglepuss to know you've been snuggling some other pussy!"
"I, uh, I," he struggled to say as he zipped up his slacks and shoved his arms into his shirt. "Do you..."
"You don't have long now," Joanna said, pushing him out of the dining room and across to the front door. He turned back to her as he flung it open, but she didn't even wave; she was holding her sides as she laughed at him. When he'd closed the door behind him, Joanna dressed herself and got to the window in time to see his car peeling out of their driveway just as Dick slowed to turn in. The expression on Stephanie's face was priceless.
It didn't take long after Stephanie got a whiff of the quilts in the dining room for her to figure out what had happened. Even if she didn't get the idea right away, the shit-eating grin on Joanna's face would have clued her in. The young woman was furious, but guests started to come in from their daytime activities and there was no way for her to get Joanna alone.
It wasn't until the next day, when things quieted down after breakfast and Dick went to the TV station to tape his show, that Stephanie got her chance. Joanna was at the front desk, balancing the inn's accounts, when the maid stormed across the lobby toward her.
Their argument was short and loud, but didn't give Stephanie any satisfaction. Joanna had, as she pointed out several times, only given back in kind -- and proved a point about what men wanted, too. Stephanie insisted Joanna's trick had worked only because Michael was easily seduced, but that only allowed Joanna to say that Michael's horniness was the only way Stephanie had landed him.
The argument was going nowhere but Stephanie didn't want to give in; she wasn't used to doing that with anyone. It was out of sheer frustration, then, that she blurted it out.
"Any man would want me. Why, if I wanted to, I could get the next man through that door to do me!"
Joanna, who had been laughing her way through the argument, waited until her chuckles subsided before replying. "You're on," she said.
"What?"
"You're on. Let's see you do it. Let's see you get the next man through that door to fuck that sorry little pussy of yours."
"Joanna, I wasn't serious!"
"Chicken?"
"I am not!"
"Then do it."
Stephanie's eyes were blazing, but she was cornered and she knew it. It simply wasn't in her to end a fight with someone else getting the last word.
"All right," she said. "I'll do it."
The front door swung open just a few seconds later.
"Hi," said the scruffy leader of the trio that walked in. "I'm Larry. This is my brother Darryl, and this is my other brother Darryl." The two other men, even scruffier and filthier, nodded their greetings.
Stephanie's eyes grew wide and round, and she spun around and mouthed the words to Joanna: "I can't do it."
The older woman came out from behind the desk and stood next to Stephanie. She said hello to the men, and out of the side of her mouth whispered to the maid. "You promised," she said. "Chicken?"
While Stephanie shut her eyes to think, Larry asked Joanna about the chore she'd called them over for. Stephanie's eyes shot open.
"You called them? You knew they were coming?"
Larry cut in. "You bet, Miss Stephanie. Now where's that ditch that needs digging?"
Joanna smiled at Stephanie and turned to the men. "Oh, sorry, Larry, it turns out we didn't need that, after all. But Stephanie needs some help upstairs. Don't you?"
Stephanie felt sick, but her natural stubbornness fought back. There was no way she was going to let Joanna get the upper hand.
"That's right, boys," she said sweetly. "Could you follow me?"
Joanna waited a few minutes after Stephanie had led the filthy trio up the stairs before she tiptoed up herself and knelt before the keyhole to the maid's room.
She was surprised to see Stephanie had apparently chosen the brute force approach. The young girl was lying naked and spread-eagled on her bed, directly across from the door. Joanna had a perfect view of her wide-open snatch.
It occurred to the older woman that, while Stephanie's body was somewhat skimpy, it had its own charms. It certainly didn't look like it would take much to convince any normal man to strip and fuck, but Stephanie seemed to be having a hard time getting the boys to understand.
"Come on, Larry," the maid pleaded. "Do I have to rip your clothes off myself? Look." She pointed to her crotch. "This is my cunt." She rubbed her breasts. "And this is my tit, and this is my other tit. Now let's get to it!"
Joanna heard some scuffling noises and then saw the three men stride into her field of view, each stripped naked and sporting medium-sized hard-ons. She was surprised to realize they looked even dirtier with their clothes off, and for a second or two she regretted goading Stephanie into it. Then she remembered what the young girl had done to her husband, and settled in to watch the fun.
"One ground rule," Stephanie was saying as Larry knelt to shove his cock into her pussy and the other two opened their mouths to gobble up her tits. "No kissing on the mouth."
One of the Darryls whispered something in Larry's ear, and the spokesman paused with his cock just at the opening of Stephanie's cunt. "Darryl wants to know, do you mean him kissing Darryl, or you?"
Joanna choked back a laugh as Stephanie shouted "Neither!"
Without further talk, the foursome launched into a blistering series of sex acts. As Joanna watched from her vantage point, one after another the men slammed their cocks into the young girl's slit and spewed their cum deep inside her. She refused to suck their dicks, and had to struggle a bit when one of the Darryls tried to shove his shaft up her asshole. Even without that, Stephanie was clearly the worse for wear when it was all over. Her normally perfect hair was a mass of tangles and her makeup was smeared and runny. Joanna stared at the bedraggled sight so intently that she almost didn't realize that it was all over until one of the men backed up against the door as he was putting on his pants. She had to dash into her room and slip behind the door to avoid their eyes as Larry, Darryl and Darryl thumped down the stairs and out of the inn.
Just a couple of minutes after that, to Joanna's astonishment, she looked out and saw Stephanie leaving her room -- again looking perfect, hair combed just so, makeup all in place. The older woman stepped out of her room.
"Stephanie! How did you do that?"
"I just spread my legs and let them come on in, Joanna, what do you think?" Though she looked perfect, there was a slight haziness in Stephanie's voice.
"I don't mean that," Joanna said. "I mean how did you clean yourself up so fast?" She sniffed the air. "And you even smell nice! I'd expect you to smell of cum and old, dead animals after what you've been through."
Stephanie showed her bright, gleaming teeth. "Oh, Joanna, you poor thing. We Vanderkellens NEVER sweat, and we never give off odors. Really, Joanna, you should know better."
Another time, Joanna would have been put off by her vanity, but now it somehow seemed just the right personality to fit her body. She didn't even mind when the maid went on.
"And I think I've proved my point, Joanna."
"Which was?"
"That men prefer a young, perky body like mine. Even men like -- like those three. And don't think I don't know what you did, Joanna -- daring me like that when you knew they were coming over!"
Joanna laughed and slipped a hand around Stephanie's shoulder. "You're right, I did set you up. But I'm not so sure you've proved your point. Tell you what, Stephanie, I'll make you another bet."
"Another bet? And who will I have to bed this time?"
"This time the bet's on me," Joanna said, ignoring the question."I'll bet you that I can seduce the last person in the world you'd ever think would go to bed with me."
"The last -- who, Joanna?"
"You'll see -- in fact, I'll make sure you do. You hide in the closet in our room, and watch what happens."
Shortly thereafter Stephanie was nestled between two of Dick's heavy overcoats, peering through the narrow slit of the closet doors. Joanna, meanwhile, slipped into the bathroom. A few minutes later she emerged. Instead of her old around-the-house clothes, she had on a lacy red peignoir, so sheer as to be almost transparent. Clearly visible underneath were a dark red bra straining to hold in her massive tits and a silky bikini brief -- little more than two small triangles of material with spaghetti-thin strips on the sides. Even without high heels, Joanna's legs looked miles long, and the curves of her body through the misty red garment were lush and inviting.
Joanna crawled onto the bed, her breasts hanging down as she faced the closet.
"Can you see all right, Stephanie?"
The young girl's voice, muffled slightly, called out that she could see just fine but wanted to know when the action would start.
"In just a little while," Joanna said. "So what do you think of my outfit? Think it'll work?"
Another muffled response.
"I can't quite hear you, dear. Why don't you come a little closer? There's no one else here yet."
Stephanie's face appeared between the closet doors. "I said, you do look quite attractive in that, Joanna." She frowned slightly. "More than I would have imagined. I think I've been underestimating you a bit."
Joanna grinned and stroked her body. "So it's not too bad for an old broad, is it?"
"No, not at all!" Stephanie seemed surprised at her own enthusiasm. She started to withdraw back into the closet.
"Don't go yet," Joanna said. "Keep me company until -- you know." As she spoke, the older woman slid her long legs around until her feet were dangling over the end of the bed closest to the closet and she was sitting up. She raised her knees up and hugged them to herself.
"I don't know, Joanna," Stephanie said, a hint of petulance in her voice. "Just what is going to happen?"
The older woman smiled -- a little smile to Stephanie but a big one in her mind. "What do you think? Someone's going to come and make love to me!" Joanna turned sideways, stretching out her long legs. "Someone's going to caress me like this." She slid her hands up and down the smooth skin, from hips to ankles. "And then someone's going to take off my peignoir." She pulled the wispy garment off and let it drop to the floor. Joanna snuck a peek at Stephanie; the young girl had taken a step half out of the closet. "And someone's going to take off my bra." She unhooked the clasp and tossed the bra aside. Her breasts hung down full, the nipples already fully erect. Joanna heard a small gasp from the closet.
"And someone will caress my breasts, and lick them, and suck on them." She squeezed her tits with the sides of her arms and then stroked them, drawing her finger in slow circles that ended up on the tip of each nipple. There was a rustling noise in the closet.
"Yes, someone will make love to my breasts. Slow, passionate love. And we'll kiss, deep, hot, wet kisses that last for days. And we'll roll around on the bed." Joanna fell onto her back, spreading her legs wide and pointing her crotch toward the closet as she stroked and rubbed herself all over. She heard low moans coming from the young maid.
"And then, do you know what, Stephanie? Then I'll slip off my panties, just like this." She rolled the skimpy panties down her legs slowly and kicked them off. Falling again onto her back, Joanna pointed her knees to the ceiling and began to pet her silky bush and finger her already lubricated slit. "And we'll make love. Passionate love. Hard, hot, driving sex." She picked up the tempo of her fingers, slipping them inside her and beginning to push them in and out, faster and faster. "Harder, harder!" Her hips began to bounce up and down in time with her fingers.
"Oh, god, Joanna!" Stephanie cried out from the closet. "You're making me so hot! When will it start?"
Joanna smiled broadly and slipped her fingers out of her twat. "Very, very soon," she said, getting off the bed and walking over to the closet. When she opened the doors quickly, she caught Stephanie with one hand still buried in her own cunt.
"Sooner than you can imagine," Joanna said, quietly now. She reached down and pulled Stephanie's hand up. Staring straight into the young girl's eyes, Joanna took Stephanie's hand up to her lips and began to lick at it. She took each finger into her mouth, sucking at them so hard her cheeks hollowed.
"Joanna!" Stephanie's mouth fell open.
The older woman brought the young girl's hand down, sliding it over her large breasts and flat stomach, until it was brushing her cunt. Then she took her own hand, still wet with her pussy juices, and pressed it to Stephanie's lips.
"Oh, Joanna," Stephanie whispered, and began to lick. Imitating Joanna, she took the older woman's hand in hers and sucked the fingers in one by one.
Gently, Joanna pulled her hand away at last and took a step forward. She bent her head down and pressed her lips to Stephanie's, savoring the taste of the mingled fluids. The young girl still was shy at first, but Joanna pressed on, opening her mouth and using her hot tongue to tease Stephanie's lips until they opened to her probing.
Before long Stephanie and Joanna were locked in a tight embrace, their mouths crushed together as their hands explored each other's holes. Slowly, step by step, Joanna pulled Stephanie out of the closet and toward the bed. When the backs of her legs brushed against the downy quilt Joanna broke their embrace and sat down, crawling back until her head was against the pillows, opening her legs wide.
"Joanna, I never..." Stephanie whispered. The older woman shushed her.
"You're a little over dressed," Joanna said with a smile.
Even as she spoke, Stephanie was unbuttoning her blouse. Soon her clothes were tumbled in a heap on the floor and the young girl, stark naked, was crawling across the big bed toward Joanna.
They kissed again, Stephanie's small, firm breasts rubbing against Joanna's big, pillowy tits, their hands exploring each other's bodies. Then Stephanie slid down and began to kiss and suckle the massive mammaries. Joanna sighed.
"Yes," she said, "just like I said. Make love to them, Stephanie. Slow, passionate love."
Stephanie took her time, savoring every square inch of Joanna's lushness. Before long the older woman felt herself beginning to melt and she pushed Stephanie down, down, down, until the young girl's mouth was hovering over her cunt.
She thrilled at the first touch of Stephanie's wet tongue, sliding along the musky folds. "Oh, god, yes," Joanna moaned, pressing the girl's head down onto her. "Harder, Stephanie, harder!" And then, with a loud, deep groan, Joanna felt her body flood with an incredible orgasm just as the maid's tongue slid between her pussy lips and into her soaking wet tunnel.
Stephanie seemed stunned by the immediate reaction and started to pull away, but Joanna closed her thighs around the young girl's head, refusing to let her up. "Don't stop," she insisted, as the tremors of her passion raced up and down her body.
Stephanie went back to work, driving her tongue deep into Joanna's womanhood, while a gush of fluids coated her face and soaked into the mattress. Joanna slipped her own hand down to her cunt, rolling her sensitive clit around between her fingers while the maid ministered to her pussy.
A second orgasm followed quickly on the first. This one was so violent that Joanna's body was thrown up into the air again and again, and when it ended she was too weak to move.
Stephanie slid back up the older woman's sweaty body and planted a few delicate kisses on her lips. Joanna would have been content to just lie there, but she felt an obligation to her young lover.
Before long Stephanie was squatting astride the older woman's face, lowering her cunt to an already searching tongue. Even the young girl's musk was flowery, Joanna thought, as she licked the smooth skin on the inside of Stephanie's thighs, working her way closer and closer to the hot, wet center.
And then she was inside, her tongue driving between Stephanie's tight folds and plunging into her cunt. Joanna's hands reached up and sought out the firm breasts, squeezing them passionately as she continued to lap up the young girl's juices.
In time Joanna felt her strength returning and she began to buck her hips up at the empty air, feeling a longing in her loins. Stephanie turned her head back and saw. She pivoted, keeping her cunt poised above Joanna's probing tongue, and bent down until her breasts hung down onto the older woman's heaving stomach. When Stephanie again put her tongue to Joanna's pussy, the older woman felt an electric shock race through every nerve. The two women buried their tongues in each other, their hands sinking into the soft flesh of their buttocks, pleasuring each other over and over.
Feeling her own orgasm near, Joanna slid away from Stephanie's mouth, hoping to prolong the joyful agony a bit longer. Their slick bodies slid easily over each other as they grappled on the bed, the sheets and quilt tangling beneath them, pillows tumbling to the floor. In time they found themselves face to face again, hugging tightly, pressing passionate kisses onto each other's breasts, neck, lips. And then Joanna could stand it no longer.She entwined her legs with Stephanie's and began to hump against the young girl's cunt, desperately shoving her own hot pussy against the maid's crotch.
It wasn't enough. Soon they were scissored together, Joanna with her head at the top of the bed, Stephanie's head at its foot, their cunts pressed tightly together. Joanna's fingers sought out and buried themselves in Stephanie's tight twat just as the young girl pressed her fingers into Joanna's opening.
By now their moans were echoing off the walls as they drew nearer and nearer to what Joanna was sure would be colossal orgasms. Faster and faster they prodded each other until at last a blaze of white-hot passion burst in Joanna's groin and spread quickly through her entire body. She felt each muscle fiber contract, paralyzing her body, and then let go, and then contract again, a cycle repeated hundreds of times as the seconds flew past.
Vaguely she was aware of Stephanie launching into her own orgasm, all flailing legs and whirling arms and loud, shrieking cries. To Joanna's surprise, she found herself joining in the shouts. She had never thought of herself as a screamer before, but she felt loud bellows being wrung from her.
So caught up was she in her passion that she didn't hear the door to the room open, and it took several repetitions before she could puzzle out the words of the person who was now standing in the doorway.
"Joanna! Stephanie! I heard the screams and I was afraid -- I was -- oh, my!"
The speaker began to back out, but Joanna raised a hand, palm out. Then she looked down at Stephanie, who smiled and nodded. Joanna turned her hand around, curling the fingers toward herself in a beckoning gesture.
"Come here, George," she said in a husky whisper. | 4 |
1,100 | SPICE GIRLS STORY! - Chapter one: Geri's Story | "Oh shit...Come on, stick it in my ass, stud!"
"You too, give me that cock NOW! Fuck me, fill me with cum!"
I could easily make out the moans of desire that were filling Emma's hotel room. She was such a nymphomaniac! Some nights on tour, she would have about 20 guys screw her all night long, then come crawling out of her suite, covered in cum, and begging to be eaten out. I love to see her afterwards, with her pussy and thighs covered in thick streams of cum, and more over her lips and mouth. She would be around later, wanting me to lick every last drop from her body, before we fuck each other stupid with some of the dildos and sex toys that we keep. As a band, we are completely sex-mad, and this can easily be seen on a typical tour night, like last Friday.
I was getting ready for the arrival of my own 'groupies', who I'd picked up at the gig. It is amazing to see just how desperate those guys are to get their hands on our asses - All I need do is show a bit of tit, and they cave in totally, buying me drinks, food, anything. I just look for the big ones. If a guy can fill me up, I figure he's worth fucking - There is nowhere I would rather be than on all fours, with a cock pumping into every hole I have! And, since joining the Spice Girls, the amount of cock we get has gone off the scale.
All the noise next door was getting me really worked up. I was wearing just a tiny pair of red knickers and a bra, but was feeling so hot. My nipples were now standing right up against the tight bra, making it feel like it was going to give way, and I began to feel the all too familiar stickiness in my barely covered pussy. I could hear her panting, and pictured the scene as she gasped for breath under the onslaught of cock she was getting.
"Spray my face......that's it.....OH YEAH!......cum some more for me! I need some more spunk....."
Lucky cow, I thought, imagining Emma's face getting showered in cream, while pumping some cock up her ass. I looked down, to see a huge wet patch on my bed, where I had begun to masturbate my clit. I was the one that needed the spunk, not Em., but the guys were late. By the time they arrived, I had one tit out, and was wanking furiously, frigging my cunt deeply with 3 fingers of one hand, and playing with my titties with the other. My panties were soaked in juices from my snatch, and as they approached the bed I removed my cum-slicked digits from the panties, and spread my legs out wide in the air, splayed open to display their prize. With all the cum in the fabric, my red G-string did nothing to hide my bright ginger snatch, and my tits were falling all over the place. Very slowly, I rubbed the thick cunt juice over my tits, then licked it off them greedily. I could see the raging boners through their trousers - hand-picked by me, and all at least 10 inches long.
"Get your cocks out now, all of you," I whispered, while pulling my tits out from their tight constraints. I turned over on the bed, onto my hands and knees, facing away from them. Cum dripped slowly from my panties to the duvet cover, as I turned to inspect the 8 tools on display. The sight was quite delectable.
"Right you - get your dick inside my cunt now. I need some cum. You, with the biggest shaft, get those balls pumping into my butt, and you, come and get the best blow job of your life, before someone else does. I need 3 dicks inside me now!"
It was too easy! In seconds, I was full to the brim with about 35 inches of meat, all hammering me to their fat sweaty balls. Even so, I was in total control of all of them. The guy in my ass felt enormous, like he was splitting me open with each thrust and to make things worse, they all thrusted in at once, making me cry out in pleasure with each enormous push. My panties hung loosely from my cunt, ripped and dripping wet, and I could now feel someone squeezing my tits together, and rubbing his cock in between them. All these hands touching and rubbing me produced a massive build up of orgasm, which I tried to hold for as long as possible - but was forced to unleash noisily.
"FUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKME!!!!!!!!COME ON STUFF MY CUNT!!" I yelled in a gorgeously fast orgasm. My butthole spasmed and squeezed against the enormous prick inside, and obviously was too much for it: it was visibly shaking, and was about to spray. The guy shouted, then pulled out of my butt to cum all over it. White spunk rained down over my ass and back, and as I turned my head round to see it, he shot the last squirt onto my cheek, which I licked at furiously, just before seeing his successor disappear into my milky white butt cheeks. He made sure that I was not short of a shaft, and kept my cunt beautifully tight by filling my butt with meat. This squeezed the thin barrier between the two sloppy holes until I could almost feel their helmets touching. What a way to fuck - hard and fast. Only thing was, the guys were just so amazed, seeing their pin-up girl screwing the shit out of them, that they couldn't last for long before they had to unload.
Next to cum was the guy in my mouth. He stuffed his throbbing shaft deep into me as he came, and the cum shot made me gag and cough. Seeing I was gagging, he withdrew, and creamed my face with long thick spurts of hot jizz. Feeling that wet sticky spraying sperm land, and also looking down below me to see another big black cock absolutely coating my tits from his tit-wank, was enough for me to be cumming like crazy as I pumped my pussy wildly against the meat within its dripping lips. My ginger minge was doused in spunky jizz and pussy juice. Now I was sitting on top of this cock, bouncing up and down on him, as my boobs jiggled and glistened with sperm. I sped up my impaling, until he yelled out a warning of his climax."Oh shit...I'm gonna tank up your cunt full of cum!...let me take it out, please! I wanna see it cum on you!"
"Oh no you don't! You're gonna spray my wet snatch 'till it's full. I want to see your cum dripping from me as I take someone else's meat. Just empty your nuts into me now!" I panted back to him.
That he did! Once started, he just couldn't stop jerking more and more cum into me, and it had no place left to go, so it began spilling out down his glistening shaft. My ginger hairs were now thick white, and jizz streamed down my thighs. Some guy who had been jacking off added to the mess, as he straddled my tits and let go his load over my face, tits and hair. I tried to catch it in my mouth, but most escaped and dribbled all down my chin. As I lay on the sticky sheets, all the guys stood there, leering at my filthy body, my legs spread wide to allow the cum leaking from my wide-open pussy lips to be seen.
"Are you guys just gonna stare, or has one of you got some more for me?" I asked, hoping for one more final assault.
Two guys stepped forward, boners still dry, but leaking pre-cum.
"I think I've got room for 2 final cumloads. Take your pick which hole you want - they're all pretty loose now," I panted.
To call my orifices loose was an understatement in the extreme, as all were spewing out thick cum onto the sheets.
"Well, where does Geri want her cum?" one asked, while rubbing my left nipple with the end of his cock.
"Geri wants it in her dripping cunt again, and in her face," I replied, reaching one hand down to my cunt to pull its red lips wide open.
And so, I was impaled doggy-style, with one cock at either end of me. In my mouth was a very wide black cock, that I had trouble swallowing. Usually, deep throat is no problem, but this was tough: I am said to be the best cock sucker in the band by most of the (lucky) guys that do us all at once, and now I needed all my skills to breathe around the whopping stick as it was rammed home deep into my mouth. I closed my eyes, and so was very surprised to feel the huge balls slapping against my chin, showing that I had sucked it all down. Drool dripped from his balls and shaft, along with cum from my wet lips. It coated his own veiny rod, making it glisten in the light from the bedside lamp that was still on. Meanwhile, my pussy was being stuffed to the hilt. The swollen red pussy lips were stretching hard to accommodate his girth, and my clit was rubbing against his smooth shaft as it slid into me. I knew that I was gonna cum off really soon, but I wanted to have my throat clear by then, so, with one flick of the tongue, I made my face fucker cum. He withdrew his 11-incher from deep inside my throat, and stood ready for the imminent explosion of spunk. I too prepared, opening wide, and sticking my tongue out to catch the flying jizz. One lick of his tip was enough, and I shut my eyes while the cum flew all over me. About 50% landed over my tongue, but he came shitloads, and totally wanked off on me while I was begging him to keep pumping more and more onto me! He withdrew, but the guy in my cunt hadn't seen what had happened. I turned around from our doggy position, so he saw my sperm-covered tits and face grinning and crying out at him for 'more spunk'.
"You fucking cum-covered slutty whore!" He yelled. Just seeing my face coated in the white gooey mess was so amazingly sexy, that he came off at the sight of it all. He too had a lot of jizz to give out, and he sprayed the inside walls of my pussy for some 45 seconds as they squelched and squirted out cum in one huge, continuous, massive climax.
Every part of me was spattered with white globs of jizz - I was a mess; a slut who had just got her fill; a cum-hungry sex animal! I sat back and licked my face and titties like an animal washing herself clean. Soon after the guys left, Emma and Mel B came in. Both were also covered in sticky cum, and said that there were more guys next door for us to fuck, who were full of jizz - That was obvious from the copious amounts over Em's face, hair, tits and cunt! - she was covered in sperm from head to toe, like me, and I longed to eat all of it off her.
"Why don't you stay here, I wanna lick all that cum off you two sluts!" I suggested. Emma stood over me, then dropped to her knees and stuck two fingers into my dripping cunt, swirling them around and coating them in thick spunky slime. Just as Mel sat over my face, I saw Emma licking her fingers clean off the jizz, and rubbing it around her tits. Now Mel's cunt was inches from my sticky face, dripping cum right onto my lips. Her pussy was red and swollen, and it was obvious that it had just been loaded full of one very big cumshot, that was now dribbling over her minge and down her inner thighs. I licked at them slowly, cleaning off all the cum before diving my tongue into her sopping cunt; and I can remember the delicious mixture of cum and pussy juice that greeted me. I sucked and licked at her clit and pussy lips with increasing pace, until her pussy began to pulsate and contract with her orgasm. Mel is one of those girls who gushes when cumming, and sure enough, she began to smear cunt slime all over my face, leaving a thick film of hot, sweet cum that I tasted feverishly, while feeling myself begin to cum, from the fabulous cunt sucking that Em was providing. I was amazed to look down and see that my small ginger bush was clean of cum, as was most of my stomach and cunt lips. Em was lapping it up, with her face buried in my pussy, and covered in my cum stains. Now I was on the verge of cumming, and lost control totally. I wrapped my legs tight around Em's head, and closed my eyes while my orgasm hit me in waves of throbbing pleasure right along the length of my body.
"Get me some more cock...I need some more cum!!" I was yelling and screaming out at the top of my voice, and I guess the guys waiting next door heard me, because they came flooding in with their cocks out, staring open-mouthed at the state I was in, with a Spice girl at either end of me and cum everywhere.
"Holy Shit!" one cried. "Look at that slut! She's gagging for it - look how wet her cunt is!"
It was clear that there was no point trying to resist against a whole group of horny blokes, so all three of us just sat still, with sexy looks on our faces. Emma moved away from my pussy, and began sucking off a few of them. All of a sudden, with nothing said, there were cocks everywhere. As one slid up my ass, another 4 appeared in my face. I took the biggest in my mouth, and two others in my hands, wanking them off into my face. The fourth guy just rubbed his cock over my face and tits while I pumped my ass back and forth along the shaft inside me. I was in heaven - and as a sixth man stuffed my cunt from behind, I came hard around it, and rubbed the two pricks in my hand faster than ever. Just before cumming, they both stepped back slightly, and aimed their throbbing shafts at my big tits. As the cum hit them, it splashed up into my face, and coated my rock-hard nipples in a thick white goo that dripped slowly onto my pumping pussy and my stomach.
"Is that all you lot have got?" I cried, rather foolishly. After that, I felt more cum spraying deep inside my ass, and down my legs as the guy in my butt pulled out, to leave spunk all around my asshole. I was cumming again and again, almost in one constant orgasm as I was serviced by all these men at once. Cum dripped from every hole, and all I could hear was the grunts and filthy comments of the men, and my pussy squelching with all the cum inside it. It was such a turn-on, to hear thick cum being squeezed out of my cunt because of the huge hammering cock filling it up. Now I had time to look down, I could see that it was indeed enormous. It looked so nasty, a whopping black prick, glistening with pussy slime, slamming into my white hole in deep thrusts, and forcing more cum out as his balls hit my ginger minge. They too were giant-sized, and looked so swollen with cum, that I couldn't wait for him to spray it over me.
As two more cocks filled my sticky hands, the guy in my throat shot a long spurt deep within my throat. I pulled it out, until just the head rested on my tongue, shooting jizz onto the top of my mouth, and my lips. Although my mouth was now full of cum, I did not swallow, and as I moaned and begged for more, cum dripped and roped from the roof of my mouth to the bottom, and linked my lips in strings of white spunk. I saw myself in the mirror, and I looked unbelievably slutty with thick globs on my lips! The guy took a picture of himself cumming in my mouth - a lot of people do, for the souvenir, and to prove to their mates that they DID screw Geri. I'm surprised that none of the press have got hold of them yet.
With my mouth full of jizz, I just looked up at the two guys whose cocks were in my hands, and mouthed to them:
"Cream me"
Seeing my sweet face doused in cum was obviously too much, and they both shot off some more, just to add to the mess that was my face and hair. Never before had I enjoyed being spunked on as much as then - although it has always been a favorite of mine, and something which the others are not so keen on, except for Emma. She and I often hold cumshot parties or competitions, where the sole aim is to get covered in, or to drink the most cum. Of course, she usually wins - but we have a hell of a lot of fun whoever is the victor!
Now that I 'only' had the big black guy in my cunt to cope with, I could look around to see Emma getting her own face creamed by one particularly large cock, while Mel was being fucked and sucked on the floor.Altogether, there must have been at least 15 guys there - although most were now spent, laid out on the floor or busy taking photos.
However, the guy in my pussy was very far from being spent. We were now in a kind of missionary position, only he was not quite on top of me, but kneeling, with his shaft buried deep. In that position, I could watch as he ploughed into my soaking cunt again and again. I was still cumming continuously, lost in an immense string of orgasms that seemed ceaseless. My cunt pulsed rhythmically around my black stallion's meat; but nothing was going to rush him as he pumped me slowly full of cock to his enormous balls, then withdrew just as slowly. He had now been going for about 40 minutes, and I couldn't take much more: I was absolutely knackered from countless orgasms, but wanted his cum so badly that I kept going, until he finally began to speed up as he neared orgasm.
"I haven't cum for four weeks!" He yelled out, as he slipped from my worn-out cunt opening. "You're gonna love this, Geri! I'm gonna cum bucketloads!"
"Come on then!.....Let's see it!" I managed to reply, just as I squeezed those beautiful big balls, hard. I felt them grow fast, then they pulsed, a split second before his jizz began to fly - hitting my open cunt lips first, splashing over my clit, then soaking my minge again.
He moved up slowly in a line, hitting my stomach, then plastering my tits, before spending the rest on my face. True to his word, he sprayed for about 90 seconds! Each jet of cum lasted for 3-4 seconds, and was under enormous pressure as it flew out onto me. For the last 30 or so seconds, I caught it in my mouth, but couldn't swallow fast enough, so cum spilled down my face once more. Despite this, I must have swallowed about 150ml of his sweet jizz: I mean, this guy was a complete sperm factory! I laughed and giggled madly as shot upon shot rained down on me, and rubbed it around with my free hand. By the end, my face was a solid white, as was my hair and the inside of my mouth. The guy just collapsed in a heap - totally fucked. I too was incredibly tired. I didn't even clean myself up before crashing out asleep after getting gang-banged like the whore I really am.
The next morning, I awoke to the sound of people leaving my hotel room. Once everyone was gone, I opened my eyes to see the state I was in. Cum was still all over me, and on the sheets beneath my pussy there was a huge sticky stain. On the floor, I could see the remains of my little red G-string - it was now ripped to shreds, and dripping wet with people's jizz. I swallowed, only to receive a thick mouthful of cum that had coated my mouth all night! Looking to my right, I saw Emma in a similar condition to myself, but still fast asleep. I showered quickly and dressed in a short skirt and tight top - We had a press conference later that day, so I made an effort. Meanwhile, Emma lay there, still dead to the world. I was jealous of her sleep, so decided to play a trick on her for being so lazy.
Two room service boys came around to bring in breakfast, and so I told them that they were to wake Em up with their cocks! One was to sneak up to her mouth, the other in her cunt while she lay innocently asleep. She was gonna love it anyway, so it wasn't really a payback, just that I wanted to see her wake up with two boners already inside her. Luckily, she had her mouth wide open, and had so much cum still in her cunt, that the two guys could slide in easily without any trouble. They were rock hard just at the thought of fucking a Spice Girl, and I had trouble holding them back while the other three arrived to watch 'Baby' Spice taking a pounding.
The guys were positioned with their cocks just inches from Emma, and then I gave the word for them to go for it. In seconds, Emma had two shafts thrusting away at either end of her perfect body. At first, she didn't seem to even notice, but then her eyes opened wide - the look on her face was hilarious as she realised what was going on! In fact, it was amazing to see how calm she stayed: she just grabbed the meat in her mouth and began to jerk at it, while sucking the tip hard. Cum was pouring from her cunt lips as the other guy stretched them with an early morning porking, cum both from last night, and from her own juices from this morning - as already she was nearly cumming all over his cock.
All of us were cheering her on; she just looked at us and smiled as best she could with a dick rammed down her throat. Now the guy in her pussy moved around to fuck her doggy style from behind. He grabbed her tight ass, and began to fuck her really hard and deep with big long thrusts.
"Oh you big bastard!" She cried out. "I'M CUMMING.........OH YEAH, FUCK ME HARDER! SHOOT YOUR CUM UP MY CUNT! SSSSHHHHIIIITTTT!!!"
As Emma came like mad over this guy's tool, she sucked even harder on the other one, until he yanked it out and completely creamed her in the face, shooting hot fresh breakfast spunk over the orgasmic Emma, who had been asleep not 10 minutes previously! Just as she finished licking the cum off her lips, her cunt was filled with more. The guy's cock was visibly jerking into her dripping slit, and as he withdrew, a final shot splashed on her clit noisily, then dripped down to the sheets in thick strands. Emma lay down again, licking her lips at the guys provocatively. Everyone was cheering "That's the way to start your day! Way to go Em!!", stuff like that. She smiled back a huge, cum-covered grin at us, before falling straight back to sleep! The two room service lads pulled away, and left the room hurriedly. Emma had just made their year - not that she knew that as she lay sprawled out on the bed with cum dripping from her cunt lips and clit.
And so that is the way we live. For us, being famous is about enjoying life - and we enjoy being fucked; getting crammed full of meat as often as possible and giving men (and women) the fuck of a lifetime in the process. Who knows what's about to happen next, so we live life for today, while we're still young, famous, and very fuckable! | 1 |
1,133 | Leia in her Cell | "And now, your Highness, we shall discuss the location of your hidden rebel base," Vader intoned, as the sinister form of the interrogator droid slid into Leia's cell.
"You wouldn't use that on me!" Leia said, eyeing the intimidating droid as it hovered in the air before her.
"You underestimate me, princess. I am capable of many things you think me incapable."
The droid's incessant, rhythmic thrumming grew louder. One of the two guards in the cell with Vader and his daughter shot the other a look. Their names were Bor and Cendal, and they were both low-ranking imperial disposables. A detention block assignment under Moff Tarkin was about the most boring duty around, since he had a regular tendency to kill his prisoners, making incarceration quite irregular.
The princess was a different case, however. Her status made outright murder unacceptable, so she was referred to their detention block. Both had taken double watches since then so they could gape at her in her cell, peep when she was showering, and watch her while she dressed. She'd been in the cell for three days, and they had seen all of her. But neither had had a chance for any hands-on duty.
So when Bor shot Cendal that look, Cendal knew they had been chosen for the right guard shift at the right time. Cendal looked Leia in the eyes from behind the interrogator droid and licked his lips. She glowered in return.
The thrumming of the machine was growing more incessant in Leia's head. She was building up her resolve, hoping that she could fight off the drugs that they would use on her by sheer force of will. She found soon, though, that her breathing was matching the rhythm of the machine and that she was having difficulty concentrating on the task she had set for herself.
"I'm sure you will put up quite a fight to the drugs in this droid, princess. And I assure you that the more... primitive methods it is programmed and equipped to employ should the medicinal tactics not render you tractable will be most unpleasant. Most unpleasant." Vader was trying to intimidate her. It wasn't working.
What was working was the incessant humming of the droid. Leia felt her eyelids growing heavier and a heat building in her body, a comfortable warmth that made her want to go to sleep.
"I will leave you to its tender mercies, princess," he pointed a black gloved finger at her, "If you talk quickly it will be best. The pain will only get worse. Watch her closely. Summon me the moment she breaks." He spoke curtly to Bor and Cendal, and strode out of the cell, his footsteps ringing on the metal grated floor outside.
Both of the guards listened to him leave, measuring the distance covered by his footsteps, to make sure he was gone before they proceeded. They could be killed for what they were about to do, but, well, it had been quite a while since they had had any...
Bor reached out to the droid as it was about to administer a syringe full of green liquid to the princess, who was looking at the floor and gritting her teeth in expectation of the drug. He flipped a switch and the droid dropped two feet towards the floor, and the lights on its surface dimmed.
Leia felt as if a warm blanket had been ripped from her, as the source of her induced comfort was removed. Her nipples hardened visibly and her teeth chattered in the imagined cold. She was wearing a soft gown of thin material that somehow managed to cover her more shapely features without hiding them at all. Exactly the wrong thing to be wearing stuck in a cell with two horny imperial thugs, but she couldn't exactly help that. Instead, she pulled both arms up to her chest to hide her nipples, straining as they were against the cloth.
"I've shut the machine down, Highness," Bor said.
"W-w-why?" she asked, her eyes slits of suspicion.
"In order to give you a choice." Cendal said as he sat down next to her on the bench that served her as a bed. "You see, my partner Bor there has a bit of droid training, and we can program that machine to tell Vader that you resisted it totally, and it gained no information."
"I suppose you want something in exchange for your treason, then."
Bor smiled as he tinkered with the machine. He adjusted a few switches, turned a few dials, and slipped out one circuit board. Carefully, without allowing Leia to see what he was doing, he snatched a replacement board and a vial of red liquid from his pocket. He placed the new circuit board into the droid and pushed the vial into place within the droid's innards, and then closed the access hatch he'd been working through. He gave Cendal a conspiratorial wink while Leia was looking at Cendal. The syringe emptied and refilled with red liquid. Leia did not notice.
Cendal leaned back and placed one hand on the small of Leia's back, "Well, naturally, we'd...." Leia slapped him and stood bolt upright.
"You can let the damn droid do its worst, you filthy animals!"
Cendal looked a bit disappointed, but Bor not in the slightest. Bor spoke first. "Then you'd best sit back down, Highness, since the droid's going to have to do its grisly work on you. It's too bad though, we'd have liked to have it another way."
Cendal stood and turned his back on Leia, a grin creasing his face suddenly as he turned away from her. Bor turned the droid back on, and the black sphere rose back into the air, and the thrumming resumed, but deeper and faster this time. Bor and Cendal left the room.
"Did you get it done?" Cendal asked as they slid onto the stools at the watch desk, flipping the monitors to Leia's cell.
"Completely. All the way down to the new memory board. The droid thinks it's asking her about the location and size of the rebel fleet, and the planet where the rebels are hiding."
Cendal chuckled.
Leia scowled in defiance as the two left and lifted her chin to await the first round of drugs. The droid thrummed on as it slid inexorably toward her. She noticed that the thrumming was different this time, more insistent, less comforting. She examined the droid as it floated nearer. It was roughly the size of a derthaball, and it was studded with various implements of pain, which began to twitch as the syringe arm prepared to deliver its cargo.
The thrumming was definitely different, Leia noticed. She started to feel the warmth again... but this time... it was...
Without warning, the droid stopped suddenly and all the pain devices slipped inside, as if they were not to be used. Leia assumed that they would come back after she defeated the drugs... if she defeated the drugs. She sat there waiting, both hands flat on the metal seat of the bench, her legs slightly parted as she waited for the injection.
Then the arm extended. A metal tentacle with a syringe at one end slipped out of the droid's housing and snaked its way towards her neck.
"Here it comes," Cendal said, licking his lips again.
The thin needle struck. Leia winced in quiet pain as the red liquid disappeared from the glass syringe and into her bloodstream. The thrumming grew louder, and Leia felt suddenly warmer, but it was no longer a comforting warmth. She felt restless, as though she were suddenly hungry. But the hunger was not in her stomach. The drug hit her heart and disseminated into her body. The warmth was a heat now. Her shoulders relaxed, and her legs slipped apart, and Leia's full, soft, lips opened, and she let go a breathy, satisfied sigh. She felt her mind slipping away from her as her nipples hardened again. Her small hands, no longer acting according to her consciousness, rose from the bench to caress her hips, up then to her ribcage, and finally each of the fingers of her two hands slipped over each of her supple breasts.
"No..." she thought. "The bastards... the guards did this..." And then her mind was no longer hers.
She couldn't remember where she was. She knew who she was, and that she was suddenly very excited. Her hands covered her breasts, sending shocks of pleasure from each nipple as her caressing fingers bumped over them. Up and down, up and down. It felt exquisite. She elbowed the button that extended the bench, and leaned back to take full advantage of her body. Hands still on her chest, she lifted one leg up to the metal slat that she lay on, and let loose another lusty sigh.
"She's fantastic," Bor said, watching intently and shifting his position on the stool to relieve the pressure his uniform trousers were placing on him. Cendal was speechless.
"Aihh! Ahh!" Leia panted, passing one hand down her body, doing circles over the soft material of her dress as it slid over her flat belly. "Ooooooh," she cooed as she let two of her fingers pinch a nipple. Her other hand had errands of its own. She let it slip down between her thighs to her sex. She rubbed her dampening pussy through the cloth of her gown with a slow, languorous rhythm that matched the still thrumming droid. Leia felt incredible. She was a virgin, and the pleasures that raced through her body now had always felt like guilty ones when she had indulged in them before.
With a sudden kick, she threw her right leg up, letting her dress fall down to her hip, revealing the creamy skin beneath.The hand that had been busily rubbing her sex moved over, and she curled her fingers under the hem of her dress, pulling it up to reveal the soft brown bush that covered her cunt. When the dress hem had reached her belly button, she flattened her hand and slid it over the soft skin of her stomach, through the silky curls of her bush, and back down into the depths of heat and pleasure. "Mmmaker, this is good," she was moaning oaths of ecstasy as she pulled the dress over her head and lay naked on the metal bed. The cold metal was an exciting contrast to the heat that had conquered her body, and Leia exulted in the surfeit of sensation accosting her. Her lower hand began moving with a bit of ferocity, and her sensuous shrieks were growing as she reached an orgasm. Through all this, the droid thrummed on.
Her upper hand was teasing her painfully erect nipples, tickling and pinching them, rolling them between her thumb and forefinger. Then that hand slowly followed the skin path down to join her other, busier hand. Both hands were between her milky thighs now, one spreading the lips of her sex, the other pinching and rubbing her clitoris as her hips bucked into the air. "Ahhhh! Ah! Ah! Ooh! Oh!" She was totally out of control, screaming in pleasure as an orgasm took her body, nearly lifting it from the bed, shaking it from head to toe and back again, and then finally letting it rest, the pleasure receding to her sex and pooling there, giving her a short respite.
Leia caught her breath, but the drug was not ready to release her yet. The heat began to build again, and she had no desire to fight it. Her hands were furiously busy once again, and the two men at the watch station had to reduce the volume on the monitors for fear of... | 4 |
1,168 | Nicole Kidman story (NC, hanging, snuff) | "Oh, God, Tom, please don't do this," Nicole whimpered.
"So you feel a little bit differently about things, now that your wrists are cuffed behind your back and there's a noose around your throat? I thought you might. But I'm afraid it's too late for that, Nicole. My mind's made up. You're going to hang. What's more, you're going to hang slowly, so you'll have plenty of time to think about what you've done."
"But I haven't done anything!" she sobbed.
"Don't give me that bullshit. I know perfectly well that you fucked Val Kilmer while you were filming that goddamned Batman movie."
"No, Tom! It isn't true! You know I love you!" Nicole protested.
"All I know is that you're a slut. I know you've been lying to me for years, and I know you're lying to me now. So go ahead and lie, Nicole. Enjoy it. Because these are the last lies you'll ever tell."
Tom sat down in front of a Macintosh computer and took hold of the mouse. There were only three icons on his desktop: the hard drive, the trash can, and something that looked like a drawing of a gallows from a child's "hangman" game. Below the gallows was the phrase "Hang 'Em High 1.0." It was the only software program installed on the computer. This was, after all, a computer with a very specific purpose.
Tom double-clicked on the gallows icon. "This program cost me a fortune," he grumbled. "So it had damn well better work."
The screen was filled with a black and white cartoon of a beautiful, naked woman dancing on air, a noose tight around her throat. Next to the cartoon were some words: "Hang 'Em High 1.0 Gallows Operation Utility. Requires motorized noose winch and electronic trapdoor release (not included)."
"Yeah, yeah, we have all that shit," Tom muttered impatiently.
"Tom, please..." Nicole begged.
"Shut up, bitch! I'd be more than happy to ball gag you if you don't stop whining. Ah, here we go." The intro screen vanished, and Tom was left with two menus labeled "noose" and "trapdoor." Clicking on "noose," he saw three options: "auto up," "auto down" and "manual." He chose "auto up." A dialog box asked him to specify, in inches, how far he wanted to raise the noose. He paused for a moment. He wanted to keep Nicole's feet on the ground. For this part of the hanging, he wanted her in pain but able to breathe. He took a guess and entered "5," then hit "return." The winch motor hummed. Nicole started to protest, but she was cut short as the rope dug into her throat. Her soft, blue eyes bulged in fear and pain as the noose pulled her up onto her tiptoes. And then she was in the air, hanging freely, her feet kicking and swinging as she strangled.
"Damn!" Tom cursed under his breath, and quickly selected "manual." He was presented with an up-arrow and a down-arrow; positioning the pointer over the down-arrow, he clicked and held the mouse button. The motor hummed again, and Nicole returned to the earth. Tom held the mouse button down until Nicole's toes began to brush against the gallows platform. When he released the button, she was perfectly positioned: standing on her tiptoes, she could avoid complete strangulation, but Tom could tell by the look on her face that breathing was difficult and very painful for her.
Tom turned now to his "trapdoor" menu. Here he had three options: "manual," "timed" and "random." He hesitated here. He had planned on setting the trapdoor to drop after a certain period of time, but there was something exciting about the "random" option, so he selected that instead. The dialog box read: "%chance of drop each minute." Tom entered "1," because he wanted Nicole to suffer through a nice, long period of partial strangulation before she hanged for real. There was another field which read: "Begin checking after __ minutes." Tom entered "90." That was good. Now Nicole would be held right where she was for at least an hour and a half, and probably much longer. The trap would most likely drop out from under her feet after she had been through three or four hours of agony. Best of all, she wouldn't have any idea when to expect it. Even Tom didn't know when it would happen.
Tom took a moment and explained to Nicole what he had done. She was giving most of her attention to the very challenging project of trying to breathe, but something in her eyes told him that she understood. Tom switched on the videocamera and made sure that it was pointing right at his suffering wife. Tom's new girlfriend was deeply into asphyxiation. She loved to play hanging games, and when Tom had told her of his plans for Nicole, she had made him promise to film the session. Tom knew that the video of Nicole's hanging would drive his girlfriend wild; no doubt she would put it on Tom's big-screen TV and fuck his brains out repeatedly as they watched Nicole die over and over, in infinite slow-mo repeat.
"So long, Nicole," Tom said. "You were a good lay. Too bad you were such a cunt." Nicole gagged softly. Tom turned and left her hanging, locking the door behind him.
Nicole stared at the locked door in pain and disbelief. He was really doing it! Her husband was murdering her! And he didn't even have the decency to grant her a clean, easy death. He had to make sure she suffered first, suffered tremendously.
And she WAS suffering. God, it hurt so much, and she had only just begun! From what Tom had told her, she knew that she had hours of this to endure. She didn't see how she could do it. She gazed in horror at the computer which was silently counting the seconds to her eventual doom. What a cold, impersonal thing it was, this electronic hangman! Tom didn't even have the courage to hang her himself; he had to get a machine to do it for him...and another machine to watch it for him, she added to herself, glancing at the camera. He didn't even care about her enough to stay and watch her die. Somehow that made it all hurt even more.
She imagined him watching the videotape, enjoying it with his new girlfriend. What would they see? Nicole was a gorgeous young woman; she had no illusions about that, and Tom had dressed her--or undressed her--for her death. Apart from a slip of lacy, black silk, she was entirely naked. The slip had spaghetti straps which plunged to a low neckline, revealing her ample cleavage. Her breasts were round and firm; Tom had always liked them. Nicole's nipples were very hard now, for reasons she didn't quite understand. She imagined that they were poking rather conspicuously through the thin black silk. The slip was quite short; it showed off her smooth, sleek, well-turned legs. It also revealed quite a bit of creamy, white thigh. Nicole decided that she probably looked pretty great in her slip. But she was in agony; what would that do to her appearance? She imagined what her face must look like: eyes bulging out in pain, tongue rolling out of her mouth, tears pouring down her cheeks. She imagined her soft, red hair in a disarray around her face. She listened to the soft, desperate gagging sounds she made as she strangled. Did Tom really think that was sexy? Obviously he did. Nicole tried to understand. There WAS something pretty sexy about being this helpless. And there was a certain familiar rhythm to the way she moved as she struggled; it was actually quite similar to the way her body moved when she was fucking.
Suddenly she found herself wishing desperately that Tom would come back. She saw now what he needed, what she had never been able to give him, what had driven him to that other woman. If only he'd come back and save her, she'd play his hanging games with him! He didn't need that other cunt! Nicole would let him hang her every night. He could hang her while she fucked him.
But Tom wasn't coming back. There was only Nicole, and the noose, and the computer. And so Nicole suffered. She stood there balanced on her toes, in perfect equilibrium, partly strangled and in tremendous pain, but still able to breathe a little. And the seconds dragged on into minutes. Slowly, very slowly, the minutes became hours. How long had she been up? She had lost all sense of time. There was only a single endless, undifferentiated pain. What did it matter, anyway?Even if she knew how long she had been hanging, she still wouldn't know how long she had left. Only the computer knew that, and it wasn't talking. What had Tom said? A one percent chance every minute? Well, what if that one percent never came up? She could be here all night, caught halfway between life and death, in spectacular, eternal agony. She felt sure that the pain would drive her mad if it went on much longer.
She hadn't moved an inch the whole time--at least, she hadn't moved up or down, though she was certainly wiggling her sweet, pale young body. And yet the pain was getting worse all the time. How could that be? She didn't understand why, but each breath was harder than the last; it was a constant struggle to force the air down. Her lungs felt like they were on fire. Such pain! She didn't know how she was able to endure it. Clearly she had greater endurance than she knew.
Nicole realized that her body was wearing out; she was simply exhausted. Was it possible that she might just die right here like this, before the trapdoor ever opened? Surely there must be limits to how long a woman could be slow hanged like this, and she must be nearing those limits. Nicole was startled to find herself hoping that the end was near. It was the first time she had actively wished for death. The slim hope that Tom might have a change of heart was gone now. She just wanted the pain to end.
Just when she felt as if she couldn't possibly endure another minute of torture, there was a beep from the computer, and Nicole's world fell out from under her. This was it! She was swinging freely, dancing on air; she was well and truly hanged. She felt an overwhelming sense of relief. She was almost free. But she still had some work left to do. The noose was even tighter at her throat now, and it had strangled her completely. She found herself panicking as she realized her breathing was totally cut off. She began to kick desperately. These were her death throes, the last helpless struggles of a dying woman. Her entire body quivered with the tension. She arched her back, thrusting her pert, proud breasts forward. She felt her bladder relax; warm piss trickled down her naked thighs. "Goodbye, Tom," she thought. "I hope you enjoy my death..." And then she relaxed, still and lifeless in the noose. | 6 |
1,169 | CBS Evening News: And That's the Way It Is | "...and still the fighting goes on."
Dan gave the camera his best somber stare until the red light blinked off. Then, as had become his habit recently, he quickly rolled his chair back a few feet. It looked, he hoped, like just a little relaxation between segments. It was, however, really a chance to get a better look at Connie's lovely legs, unfortunately hidden from his view at the anchor desk. It still rankled a little that the bosses had forced a co-anchor on him, and he didn't think much of Connie's journalistic abilities. But he had to admit she was quite a looker. There was enough to look at for three eyes with good stuff left over for a fourth, as folks back home in Texas might say. Connie Chung was one good hunk of woman.
She had a perfect face, of course, with that incredibly smooth, ageless skin that seems to be the particular gift of Asian women. And Dan had always loved the Asian look of a thick head of black hair; you wanted to bury yourself in it and not come out 'til winter. She had a very nice body, too -- bigger breasts even than most Occidentals, and a thin waist. But what he admired most were her legs -- legs with perfect curves, legs that went on forever, legs that made you want to climb right in between them and... his eyebrows rose slightly and he pulled them back down as he realized Connie was talking to him.
"So then Dave asked me about... I'm sorry, Dan, was I interrupting a thought?"
He waved off her apology. "No, I'm sorry, I was just daydreaming. You were saying something about... Dave?"
"Letterman, Dan. I was on his show today, remember? And he was asking me about Maury and... and, you know, the baby. Anyway, I was saying that I'll have to watch the show tonight to see what I said. I really don't remember. I must have made some kind of joke, because I do remember Dave laughing. But I can't think of what it was, because inside I was so upset. Just before I went on, I got a call..."
The floor director's hand gesture snapped them both back to their places.
"... but the president will have the last word, his advisers say."
Again Dan slid back. This time he was paying attention as Connie turned toward him.
"Where was I? Oh, yes. I had just gotten a call from one of our doctors. The tests were negative again. Poor Maury. He tries so hard, he's gone through so many procedures -- well, we both have, I guess -- but nothing works. And he blames himself. Does that seem fair? It's not his fault that his sperm aren't fast enough or strong enough or just plain enough, is it? How would you feel, Dan? If it were you, I mean?"
Dan's eyebrows rose sharply as he searched for an answer. He wasn't used to people asking him about his sperm, especially not sexy co-anchors. Having a woman in the newsroom really was a mixed blessing, he thought. He mumbled something non-committal and sighed inwardly when the floor director's hand signals wig-wagged again.
This time Dan barely got out his closing words before Connie started talking again; he was half afraid they'd go out over the air.
"If it was your sperm, Dan, how would you feel?"
"I... uh... I guess I don't know, Connie. I never really had any problems in that... that area, myself."
"No? Not ever?"
Dan tried to picture having this conversation with Walter Cronkite, say, or Brokaw, or Safer. Well, maybe with Safer. But probably it wouldn't have given him an erection like the one he now realized was throbbing in his pants. He tried to ignore it and give Connie some kind of answer.
"Never. I guess I just got good genes." He flashed a smile. "At least no one's ever complained."
"Oh, well, as far as that goes, Maury's very good," Connie said, leaning close and beginning to speak in a whisper. "In bed, I mean. There's no problem with his equipment. It's just his sperm that can't do it."
Dan stood up, getting a whiff of her perfume as he did. "Right, well, then. None of that's been a problem for me. Either... area. So, good show tonight, don't you think?"
"What? Oh, I guess so." Connie stood up too and followed him off the set. As they entered the hallway to their dressing rooms, she put a hand on his shoulder. He felt his cock twitch.
"Dan, could we talk about this a little more? I've got some Cokes and waters in the fridge in my dressing room. I just need someone to talk to. OK?"
"All right," Dan said, surprising himself. Now what have I gotten myself into?, he asked himself as he stepped inside. What are we going to talk about next, her periods? Her favorite tampon? He shuddered at the thought.
But he sat down on the black leather couch -- noting to himself that he'd only gotten a cloth one; he'd have to talk to his agent about that -- and tried to look interested. After hearing more about how Maury's sperm couldn't beat a one-legged man in a cat-kicking contest, Dan was adding boredom to his discomfort. He tried to cut off her tale of woe.
"Look, why don't you just forget all this and adopt a kid? Lots of people do."
"I know, but somehow... well, I just want to have the experience of having carried the child myself. Maybe that's selfish..."
Darn right, Dan thought to himself.
"...but that's just how I feel. And I know what you're going to say next, too: Why didn't we go to a sperm bank? Well, Maury might be willing to do that -- but I'd hate to think what the papers would make of it if they ever found out. And I just don't believe we could keep it a secret. You know how many people recognize us on the street, Dan. Imagine what would happen if I tried to walk into a sperm bank. The stories about how Maury couldn't do his duty. He'd be mortified."
In spite of himself, Dan was actually beginning to feel a little sorry for Connie. She was acting like a spoiled brat, insisting that everything work out perfectly. But he saw a few tears running down her smooth cheeks; she really wanted a baby. It was her own fault that she wouldn't try the alternatives, but still, it was a tough break.
"Look, Connie," he said, "I don't know what I can do for you. I'm not much good at this kind of talk. But I do want you to know I feel sorry for you. I hope you and Maury can figure a way to have that baby."
Connie, whose head had been hanging down as she sat on the edge of her desk, lifted her eyes.
"I'm so glad you said that! Do you mean it? Oh, I'm sorry, that was rude. What I mean is, would you be willing to help?"
"Help? I don't know what you mean."
Connie giggled as she slipped off the desk and took a step toward him. "Oh, sure you do. Come on, Dan, I've seen you looking at my legs. Did you think I wouldn't notice?"
Dan blushed through his makeup while his mind raced to catch up.
"Don't be embarrassed, Dan," Connie went on. "I appreciate it when a man admires my legs. They are good, aren't they?" She lifted the hem of her skirt almost to her crotch, giving him a full view of the legs encased in sheer black hose. Dan's cock sprang to attention and prodded at his zipper. Down-home metaphors eluded him. He could only stare.
Connie let the skirt fall back down as she took another step toward him. "I... I'm not sure how to ask you this, Dan," she said. "But I... I mean we... Maury and I... we really want a baby. And Maury can't help. And he's too proud adopt, and I'm... well, I guess I'm too vain. But we want that baby. And Maury doesn't have to know."
Dan felt as if he were in some kind of bizarre movie. As he watched, Connie reached up and began undoing the silver buttons of her white silk blouse. As it fell away from her body, he saw her large, round breasts bulging out of her lacy white bra. He suddenly realized his lips were dry, and he licked them. Connie smiled.
"I hoped you'd agree," she said, her voice quieter and even silkier than when she read the news. She slipped out of the blouse, letting it fall to the floor as she unzipped her black skirt. It puddled around her ankles; she stepped out of it and kicked it aside with one of her shiny black high-heeled shoes.
Dan looked her up and down. Connie was short, but perfectly proportioned, like some erotic doll.
She knelt in front of him and unbuttoned his shirt. He was surprised to look down and see his own hands loosening his tie; he wasn't aware of what they were doing. He watched as his own hands undid his belt and he stood up; Connie pulled his slacks and boxers down.
Dan's cock waved in front of that perfect China-doll face, like the snake tempting Eve. His co-anchor -- he pushed the word out of his mind -- this beautiful woman, this goddess kissed the tip of it. He felt an electric spark leap straight to his brain. In all his years of journalism, nothing like this had ever happened. Oh, back in the early years there had been some tawdry women, but they only seduced him in his fantasies.And it had been years since any young woman had shown him anything but admiration or respect.
Connie parted her soft red lips slightly as she kissed his cock up and down. She looked up at him, her eyes wide. His nostrils flared. The Asian beauty rose to her feet and pressed her body against his, her firm breasts in their lacy cages rubbing against his chest as she kissed him, hard, their tongues tangling.
He fumbled at the catch of her bra; it had been too many years and he was out of practice, but at last he got it free. She stepped back from him then, letting the bra fall. Her breasts were as he had imagined them, lush, full globes capped by large, dark brown circles and erect nipples.
She cupped them in her hands, offering them to him. Dan bent down and took them into his mouth one at a time, suckling them like a newborn.
"Oh, Dan, yes!" Connie moaned, rubbing her fingers in his hair.
And when he had sated himself momentarily, she knelt down again, this time opening her lips wide to take his cock in. He felt it slide past her lips and plunge deep into her mouth as her hot tongue tickled the sensitive underside.
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1,176 | Wings | "Oh, man! Will you look at that?" giggled Joe.
"Those are great tits! Look at her lick that other girl's pussy!" Brian replied.
The Hackett brothers were in their office at Sandpiper Air, watching a lesbian video. They had the doors locked and the lights were out. No one knew they were in there. After about 20 minutes of the video, they had their cocks out and were pumping them.
"I wish Helen was in here," Joe said.
"Yeah. I could go for a tumble with Alex, too," said Brian.
The room was silent except for their breathing, the slick slapping of their hands on their seven-inch cocks, and the moaning coming from the television. They had timed their day so they could watch the video during a lull in flights from the hub at Boston. There wouldn't be any scheduled flights coming in for at least 45 minutes.
"Ooooh yeah! Lick me baby! Lick me!" a woman moaned.
Veteran porn actress Sharon Mitchell had her knees pulled up to her breasts and was moaning as a young blonde girl fingered her wet hole. It looked like a teacher/cheerleader encounter. The girl's ass was wiggling in the air and her hot pussy was pulsing as she got hornier. Then she leaned over further to lick the older woman's pussy. The girl had come into the classroom to get some homework. After a few peeks up Sharon Mitchell's short skirt, the cheerleader had started putting the move on her teacher, and they were going at it on the desk. The camera zoomed in on the blonde cheerleader's pussy and butthole.
"Man, wouldn't you like to pump it into that hole?" hissed Brian as his hand flew up and down his cock.
"Yeah. Oh yeah. Either hole looks good," Joe said, equally busy.
Suddenly they stopped pumping. Someone was putting a key in the lock! The door opened a crack. Brian grabbed the remote and hit the power on the VCR and TV. They couldn't see the face, but they could tell it was a female form. They could see a glimmer of light against the long blonde hair as the body slipped into the room. They just loved Helen's long blonde hair.
"Come over here, boys," a voice whispered huskily.
They could feel clothes being thrown at them. Brian got hit with a bra and Joe got hit with panties. Quickly they both stripped and headed for the center of the room. The naked female grasped them by their cocks and began pumping them, gradually lowering them to the floor. Joe lay down on his back. He had brought the clothes with him, so he spread them out on the floor. He lay on them and felt the hot female mouth engulf his cock. The long hair swirled around his thighs as the slick tongue worked on his throbbing boner.
"Ahh, yeah. Oh, Helen. That is so great! Mmmmmm, feels sooo nice!" Joe moaned.
Then he felt the lithe body move around and lower her pussy onto his cock. It felt like a silk glove. Dimly he could see his brother kneeling over his head, pushing his cock into the hot mouth which had just sucked him a minute before. After a few seconds, Brian pulled out of her mouth and went over to the desk. He got the bottle of lotion that they had been using to jack their cocks. Moving between his brother's knees, he pumped a bit onto her butthole, then squirted some onto his hand, lubing up his cock. He pushed up against the tight hole. There was a bit of resistance, but after the head slipped in, she grunted and wheezed. He pushed all the way in and began thrusting back and forth.
"Hhnnnnnnnnnggggggg!" she moaned in ecstasy.
"Ohhh, yeah, baby! Fuck me hard!" Joe whispered into her ear.
"Such a tight ass, baby! I love fucking your ass!" Brian said, slapping her cheeks.
"Oh, man! I'm gonna cum pretty quick! She's doing something with her pussy that's gonna bring me off!" Joe said in a stuttering voice, edged with his hard breathing.
"Yeah. Her butthole is doing the same thing," Brian replied.
She said nothing but kept thrusting her hips, squeezing and releasing her muscles in order to milk the hot juice from the two cocks. She had never been double-fucked before, and it was wonderful!
"Awwwwww, yeah! I'm cumming baby! I'm cumming!"
Joe grabbed for her and hugged her close, kissing her as his cock twitched and unloaded what seemed like a gallon of hot cum. Brian was right behind him, squirting and squirting up her tight butt. They lay together for a few minutes, breathing and panting.
After a few minutes, Brian got up and stumbled over to the desk. He reached to turn on the desk lamp and heard a yelp. Before she could do anything, the light came on.
"Faye? What are you doing?!!!"
Faye was laying back on the floor, her legs spread. Cum was dribbling out of her pussy and butthole. She pulled off the wig and grinned.
"Welllll. . . I saw your office light go off and I knew what you were doing. I found your video stash the other day and suspected you'd do something like jacking off while you watched them. It didn't take long to put two and two together and come up with an answer I liked. All I had to do was get a wig and put it on. I banked on the fact that you'd both be too worked up to notice I wasn't really Helen," she said, rambling along, idly fingering her pussy and licking her fingers clean of cum and pussy juice and occasionally leaning over to lick the two cocks clean.
"Yeah. I shoulda figured when I got it up your ass. Helen would never go for that. I'm surprised she will even touch a guy's cock. But I know better. She's pretty wild, but she like to put on an act like she is a good girl," Brian said.
"Well, if Faye is here. . .where's Helen?" asked Joe.
"I don't know," Brian and Faye answered together.
"Oh, yeah. That's nice. Shake it baby, shake it."
Roy Biggins was sitting naked in his living room, scarfing down a big bucket of buttered popcorn, potato chips with dip, Milk Duds, M&Ms, ice cream, and about anything else that was edible. Crumbs were dripping onto his large naked belly, and he used his occasionally free hand to pump his nine-inch cock while Helen danced in front of him. By this time she was naked except for a teeny g-string which barely covered her pubic hair. Her tits were jiggling, and she cupped them in her hands, pulling and lifting them up to pinch her nipples.
"Mmmmm, Roy! I can't believe I'm doing this! I don't know what could have possessed me to do it. I really can't believe the size of your cock either! Man, that looks so tasty! I can't wait to dive on it and have it between my legs!" Helen said, her eyes wide.
Helen's mind was spinning. What was she doing? She was engaged to be married. More than that, she was a nice girl, not a slut. Well, she liked sex. She fingered her pussy every night at least twice. Okay, so sometimes she used a vibrator. Sometimes two -- one in her butt. But she was really a good girl. Her eyes were locked on Roy's huge cock. She couldn't believe the size of the thing! It was like the end of a baseball bat. Maybe not as big around, but close!
She stripped off the g-string and danced over in front of Roy, pulling her pussy lips open and showing the hot, wet pink. Roy couldn't tell if she was a real blonde because there was no hair. Helen was meticulous about shaving her pussy. She had heard other girls say they shaved because they wore bikinis or their boyfriends or husbands thought it looked like a young girl's pussy. Helen didn't know why she shaved. She just liked touching her pussy. She dipped a couple of fingers inside and brought them up to her mouth where she licked them clean.
She knelt down between Roy's knees and wrapped her hand around his cock. It was so big that even using two hands failed to cover it all. She began squeezing and pumping, watching it turn purple and bright red. The head was throbbing and pulsing. She leaned over and licked it, swirling her tongue around the head.
"Oooooh! I can't wait to get this baby inside me.Roy Biggins, if I had known you carried this hunk of meat between your legs, you could have had me behind the counter every day," Helen said as she jacked his cock.
"Go for it, Chappell. Do it. I know what you want, and you know what you want. Go for it!"
Helen lowered her mouth, engulfing about six inches before she felt she couldn't take any more. She created a vacuum with her mouth that drew a surprised, pleased gasp from the huge fuckstick's owner. Watching all those blowjob movies really paid off, she realized. There wasn't much action on Nantucket Island, so adult movies and videos were really popular. Helen suddenly pulled off his cock and began laughing.
"What's so funny?" Roy demanded.
"I was just thinking how good this cock is, and it reminded me of the old poem -- there once was a man from Nantucket."
She shrieked with laughter as she jacked his cock, and he laughed along with her. After a minute, he put the tub of popcorn on the end table and held out his hand. She took it, and he led her to the center of the room. He lay down, and she squatted over him, lowering her dripping snatch onto the nine-inch hunk of pleasure. She wailed as she felt the thing invade her cunt, causing ripples of orgasm as it stretched her.
"Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh."
Her gasps came in staccato-like bursts as she slid down in short bounces. She wanted the cock inside her the whole time, not sliding in and out. When she was on top of a man, she liked to hold fairly still and finger her clit. After about 10 minutes, she pulled off and lay on her back.
"Fuck me, Roy. Fuck me with that big hard cock!"
Roy knelt between her thighs and lifted her ass so he could easily slide inside her. He grunted as his huge fuck stick pushed into the blonde's tight shaved pussy. She was almost on her shoulders and grunted like a pig as he fucked her along the floor. She had laid down on some silk underwear, and it was sliding along the wood floor, making fucking a bit difficult.
"Just a minute, Roy. Oh, ahh. Oh, just a minute! Stop for just one second, please."
He pulled out, and Helen flipped around to her hands and knees. She reached between her legs and spread open her pussy lips. Roy grinned and walked forward on his knees until he was between her legs. He pushed his cock in her once again. She growled in pleasure, then gasped as he began his in-and-out movement. She was having an orgasm on almost every stroke. The ridge around the head of his cock was thick and rubbed against her throbbing clit on every thrust. It almost made the top of her head come off. She whipped her head around and moaned.
After a few minutes, Roy began pumping faster and faster. Helen was relieved. She didn't know how much longer she could take the sensation of the huge cock making her cum and cum and cum.
"YEAHHH!" she shrieked.
Roy reached around and put his hand over her mouth as he drilled in to the limit of his nine inches. She was moaning into his hand, and he could feel the blonde's shaved pussy spasming around his cock as he dumped his cum into her. It felt like she was milking a gallon of hot juice from his balls.
Helen collapsed on the floor, panting, her tits heaving as her chest rose and fell. She had pinched her nipples almost to the point of rawness as she was getting fucked. A Hackett cock had never done her that good!
"Oh, Roy, that was nice," she said as she and Roy leaned against the couch, cuddling in each other's arms.
His cock was still fairly stiff. She reached between his legs and began pumping it up and down, milking out the last drops of the salty goo, leaning over and lapping it up with her tongue. Every few licks, she would wrap her lips around the head and make a sharp suck on just the sensitive, tender head. It sent chills through his body.
"Yeah, that's it. Oh, Chappell! You're not fooling anyone, you know! You put on that aloof act, that crazy act, but you're really just as hot and horny as any girl. Except for your crazy sister. I didn't see her today. I wonder where she is?"
"Mmmmmmm. I don't know. Right now, I don't care. I feel so good, I don't want to know anything."
"There it is. Hideaway Beach," Alex said.
She piloted the helicopter deftly through the narrow area and down onto the sandy beach. Her expert eyes found a level spot that was sturdy enough to support the bird's weight, then she killed the engines and began shutting down the systems.
"Thanks for flying me out here," Casey said. "I've heard rumors about this place and wanted to explore the rocks and diving pools."
"Well, it's almost impossible to get here by land. You can boat in, but you stand a better than even chance of wrecking your boat on the rocks. The best way in is by helicopter," Alex replied.
Casey helped Alex unload the food and diving supplies. They set up a small tent. They were going to be there until the following afternoon. Casey wanted to do a bit of diving and looking around. Alex had a diving license as well. She decided to stay in order to give Casey a "diving buddy" and to get her out of there in case the weather turned bad. There was not much chance of that according to the weather bureau. The tent was quickly set up, and the supplies were stored.
"I'm going for a dive," Casey said.
She unzipped her pants and pulled them down. Crossing her arms, she pulled off her t-shirt and unsnapped her bra. Peeling her panties down to her ankles, she stepped out of them and left her naked body completely visible to Alex's open-mouthed stare. She pulled on her bikini.
"Oh, sorry," Casey said. "I hope I didn't embarrass you. I just figured that since I'm a girl and you're a girl, I could change without it bothering you."
"Oh, no bother at all," Alex said.
Taking a cue from Casey, Alex stripped and stood naked for a moment while arranging her bikini, which she then slipped on. She finally adjusted the top around her breasts and picked up her scuba gear. Casey had already put hers on and was heading for the water. They dived and spent close to an hour exploring rock formations. They even found a couple of chests that were rumored to be there. One was empty and had been long since broken open by wave action. The other was fairly well hidden by some rocks. They couldn't open it and had to wait. It was getting dark, and their air was running out. They'd have to refill from the compressor in the chopper and try again in the morning.
Alex had grabbed a couple of lobsters on the way back, and they were just about done. The potatoes were tender, and the herbs boiling in the pot smelled good.
"C'mon. While this finishes, we've got to do something about all that salt water," Casey said.
The girls went over to a nearby waterfall. Casey was naked, but Alex was wearing bikini bottoms, which she removed before getting in the water. They rinsed the salty water out of their hair and off their skin. The water was just a bit chilly, and Alex blushed when she realized she was staring at Casey's hard nipples, especially when their eyes met. Then she realized her own nipples were hard, at least half an inch long, and that Casey was staring, too. They took one last dunk under the plunging water, sputtered, and hurried back to their fire to warm up. It wasn't a particularly cold evening, but the fire felt nice. They ate dinner and sat by the fire, watching it crackle.
"Mmmmm, that was pretty tasty, even for just a campfire meal," Casey said.
Alex agreed.
"Yeah, it's surprising what you can do out in the open. Most people think you need a kitchen for things like this. But we're not finished yet. I have a surprise."
Alex walked over to the helicopter and rummaged around in the cargo area. She came back with a canister of some kind. Taking the lid off, she produced a bottle of champagne.
"Taa daaaa!" she said. "To celebrate your new-found freedom and liberation!"
"You mean my separation?" Casey asked.
"Well...yes. Sorry," said Alex.
"Oh, no need to apologize. It's just one of those things. Sure I miss him. But I'll get over it. Let's drink that champagne!"
As they drank the champagne, they giggled about the Hackett brothers and life at the airport. Alex felt a breeze and shuddered. She started to pull on a long-sleeve light shirt, but her skin was tender from the sun and salt water, and she made a half-silent ouchie sound.
"Do you have any lotion?" Casey asked.
Alex practically broke her neck getting over to the helicopter and digging the lotion out of the cargo container. She went back over to the fire and stretched out a big towel in front of the tent. The tent blocked most of the breeze and reflected the warmth of the fire back onto them.
"This will help a lot," Casey said.
Casey looked down at Alex's naked body lying face down on the towel. She knelt down, one leg on each side of Alex's hips, almost sitting on her tight ass. She squirted some lotion in her hand and began rubbing it on the bare shoulders. Alex babbled something incoherent and gave a sigh of pleasure.
"I can't believe how turned on I am getting," thought Casey. "I haven't been with another girl since college. I forgot how nice it is."
She rubbed her hands up and down Alex's back, pushing her thumbs into the soft skin, easing the tension in the muscles. Alex groaned with delight. She was mumbling words that were inaudible or garbled. The massage felt good. Casey could feel her own pussy start to moisten. She didn't know if Alex would be agreeable to fucking another girl, so she had to proceed carefully and maybe even let Alex make the first move. Of course, she would have to maneuver the situation so Alex wouldn't have any choice but to make the first move. But what if Alex wasn't interested? What if she had never fucked another girl? Casey's paranoid schizophrenic neurotic tendencies surfaced again. She was afraid of another rejection.The few times in college were with girls who had been dumped by their boyfriends and needed some tender loving. Her pussy was sopping by now, and she began slowly moving her hips, rubbing her hot hole on Alex's smooth ass. Her clit brushed against Alex's ass, sending ripples of excitement through her pussy. She had no idea that Alex's pussy was just as wet.
"Yeah, just a bit more on my shoulders," Alex murmured.
She knew what Casey was doing. She decided to act.
"I know what you're up to," Alex said.
"Huh?" replied the startled Casey.
Alex rolled onto her back with Casey still straddling her. Now they were pussy to pussy.
"I know you're trying to get off. You haven't had a man in such a long time and you don't know where to start. I do know where to start. I haven't been with another girl in a long time, but I think we can help each other. Come down here to me."
Casey sighed as she settled into the embracing arms of the sexy pilot. Alex kissed her deeply. Their hands ran over each other's body, feeling breasts and thighs. Casey spoke after taking a couple of deep breaths. They were nose-to-nose, eye to eye. They gave each other teeny kisses. Finally, Casey spoke.
"Oh, baby. This is so nice. I can't take the foreplay right now. It has been too long since I've had an orgasm by something other than my own fingers. Let's just get right to the intense stuff for now and do the rest later."
"Okay, honey," Alex replied.
Casey raised up and moved around so that she was facing down over Alex's pussy. Blind with lust, she dove between the open thighs and began licking and sucking. She could feel Alex's tongue wrapping around her clit and let out a whimper.
"Mmmm, you're pretty tasty," Alex said.
At least as tasty as your sister, she thought. Alex and Helen had been together once. They had been very, very, very, very drunk and barely realized what they were doing. They barely remembered it the next morning and never mentioned it again. So she hadn't lied when she said it had been a long time since she had been with another girl. The time with Helen was a drunken encounter, not a real lovemaking session. Alex did remember that Helen shaved her pussy, and that's why she started doing it herself.
"Your shaved pussy looks so neat," squealed Casey. "How did you think of doing it? My husband wanted me to shave, but I never did. It makes you look so sexy. I can see everything, too."
Now it was Casey's turn to wrap her tongue around Alex's clit. She put it between her lips and pulled. Alex had an immediate orgasm and dove into Casey's pussy. Their tongues and fingers were flying, bringing intense pleasure to each other's body.
"Ohh, yeah! Oh, I'm gonna cum," panted Alex.
"Me too, baby. Me too," squealed Casey.
They grunted and panted and moaned and whimpered as they pumped themselves to a final orgasm. Alex tensed as her orgasm washed over her and seconds later Casey's body stiffened as her own cum hit her. They relaxed and Casey moved around, crawling up into Alex's arms, kissing her face and neck and ears and cheeks.
"Mmmm, baby, sweetheart, darling. That was nice, so nice," Casey said in a whisper.
Alex grinned widely. She was glad to see that Casey wasn't embarrassed about what had just happened. She stroked Casey's hair.
"Yeah," she whispered back. "Let's do it again sometime." | 1 |
1,184 | Hero to Zero | "Momma!" the twelve Muses wailed, "we are sick to death of having to charge all over the damn countryside proclaiming, 'HERCULES IS A HERO!'"
"Everyone is singing his praises just as Zeus demanded," said Aoede, the Muse of Song.
"I've made sure his heroics have been recorded; history will remember him," Clio, the Muse of History, added.
"We've done our jobs, Momma," Calliope, Muse of Epic Poetry, the eldest and most serious of the Muses, summed up for all her sisters. "Unfortunately, Zeus doesn't seem to think it's enough. He has ordered us to proclaim this kid every time he saves a kitten or breaks wind. We are sick of it! Okay, he's a HERO already! Get over it!"
Mnemosyne listened to the honest and aggrieved complaints of her daughters. Zeus was currently the Supreme Deity in the Pantheon of Olympus, but he wasn't the oldest and wasn't the wisest by far. She had watched the quick and epic rise of Zeus's boy with a bit of chagrin. After all, even if Zeus liked to forget the fact he was a Titan's son, she hadn't. Having his son, Hercules, beat them back after Hades freed them was pushing artistic irony to its limits. The girls had screamed about that too. She could see his manipulative little schemes in the whole wild event.
It seemed unfair to her. Zeus never seemed to give his daughters by her, the Muses, the kind of attention and praise he was now raining on this new "Prince of Power." Maybe it was time she threw a little wrench into her nephew and former husband's plans.
Shooing her daughters away, she promised them that she would look into their complaints and see what she could do. Already a plan had begun to form. It would allow her to curtail Hercules' heroics, and keep her involvement so hidden that no one, including Zeus, would ever suspect her. Being the Goddess of Memory, it was relatively easy to make sure that others did what you wanted them to but then forgot why they were doing it. She'd already done Zeus one favor by making Hera, his current wife and sister, forget that Hercules wasn't actually her son. The real mother was a human, which made Hercules a demi-god at best. She considered just letting that little secret slip to Hera. Hera would be bound to hate the boy then. With the queen of the gods against him, it wasn't likely that Hercules would need much more than an obituary written about him afterwards. Mnemosyne considered it, but decided that revealing his true origins was a little drastic. She just wanted him disgraced, not dead.
Mnemosyne put in a call to Venus, Goddess of Love and Beauty. The pretty little ditz would be the perfect pawn. She had an ego the size of Olympus, and Zeus secretly lusted after his little girl's sweet body. His incestuous urges would cloud his judgment. He would never suspect her of thwarting him and plotting against her pure-hearted half-brother Hercules. Even if he did ascertain Venus' part in Hercules' downfall, he wouldn't look any further. Thoughts of punishing Venus, in his own kinky way, would sweep all thoughts of co-conspirators from his lofty little head.
Two days later:
Hercules had just returned from Sparti. He had been asked to attend and host the new games of Olympus there. It had been a hard journey both to and from the games. Pegasus had been reluctant to leave the Fields of Olympus lately. He was wooing a new herd of mares. This had left his friend to his feet and his thumb. As always, he had many adventures both going and returning. He had saved two villages, one from a Giant and another from a flock of Harpies. On his return trip, he had helped a small village defend itself from a huge mercenary band that had been terrorizing the area. It had been a dangerous battle, and many more villagers would have died if not for the timely help of his new friends, Xena and Gabrielle.
He had invited Xena and Gabrielle to visit his home in Thebes and meet his new wife Megara. He hoped she wouldn't mind. He was still feeling his way into this marriage thing. He wasn't confident that he had a clue as to how to be a good husband. Walking up to his palatial home, he could hear Meg arguing with Phil in the back garden.
Hercules rushed to find his wife. He had missed her greatly and couldn't wait to hold her in his arms again. Only two things really mattered to Hercules anymore: loving Meg and helping others. He hoped he had been a good husband to his beautiful wife these last two months. It was sometimes difficult to find a balance between his obligations to Meg as a husband and the expectations of the world for him to be a Hero. He knew it irked her when he rushed off to defeat some monster when she had prepared a special meal or surprise for him. It sometimes seemed that he couldn't walk a hundred yards without another villain or monster popping up. He was beginning to suspect his father, Zeus, of throwing obstacles in his path to increase Hercules' fame and thereby increase the glory that Zeus gained as his father.
As he led the two ladies towards the sound of Phil and Meg's rising voices, Hercules winced a bit, recognizing their argument. He knew most of it by heart.
Phil leaned against a column and addressed Meg with a condescending tone. "I say he needs to train some more. Did you know that he was barely able to throw a five-ton boulder the other day? You're making him soft!"
"Listen, Goatman! You can take your Buns of Bronze videos and put them in Tartarus for all I care. I want some time alone with Hercules. You can go spend a week in the countryside chasing Nymphs and grazing really short grass, for all of me. Catch a clue, Phil, he doesn't need any more HERO training! What he needs to do is spend a little more time in Husband training!"
Meg leaned all the way over and managed to wave a finger in front of the hairy Satyr's face.
Grumbling barely under his breath, Phil said, "Husband training, heh! You already got him by the balls, Babe. What else does the poor schmuck need to be trained to do?"
Coming through the main house and out the back, Hercules announced, "Meg, Love, I'm home, and I've brought some friends for a short visit. I hope you don't mind?"
Meg rushed to her husband and leapt into his arms. He caught her and drew her into a gentle embrace. Meg could tell that Herc was slightly embarrassed to be so intimate with his new wife in front of the Warrior woman and her companion. *Well, she wasn't going to have that.* With a sexy smile, she said, "Is that a Spartan Spear in your pocket, or are you just glad to see me?" She covered his confused and then embarrassed face with hers and kissed him soundly. She felt him fight it and then give in to her. He kissed her back with as much passion and desire as she felt for him. He tightened his embrace and lost himself in the sweet feel of her body pressed to his.
"Oy Vey!" Phil groused, turning and walking back into the house. "Someone call me when the big Wuss is ready to practice his Multiple Monster Battle Strategy. It's easy to see who wears the short skirt and sandals in this family."
Breaking her lip lock with Herc, Meg called after Phil in a resigned tone, "If you really think he's out of shape, then you can have him tomorrow." Admitting it to herself and Phil, she said, "As long as he's going to keep being a Hero, I want you to keep him ready for anything."
"If you really need work on MMBS, Hercules, I could give you a few pointers," Xena offered. This just ticked Phil off more, and he stalked into the house. Like most Satyrs, Phil had a basic belief that women were good for one thing. Xena, a heroic warrior woman, seemed like a total oddity to him.His real concern, though, was this idea that Meg had that Hercules was a husband first and a hero second.
Walking into the dining area, Phil grumbled to himself, "Yeah, yeah, yeah! Believe me, Wifey-Meggy Poo, if I know heroes, and I do, our boy is going to be busy for the next decade or two." He sort of wanted Meg and Herc to be happy, but his job was training the kid, and sometimes the beautiful brunette so entranced the boy that he forgot to duck and weave in a fight. *I still think that if I put some type of blinders on the kid when she was around, we'd get more done,* he thought.
In the garden, Hercules set his wife down and began introducing her to Xena and Gabrielle. He related his most recent adventures, which Gabrielle quickly noted down. Meg and Xena hit it off and were soon comparing stories about him that he found totally embarrassing. Rumors about his sexual adventures that each of the women had heard but knew to be untrue were exchanged like recipes.
"Well, I heard that he serviced the entire harem of the Prince of Persia, three hundred women in four days," Xena said, trying to keep a straight face.
"Yes, I've heard that one, and I got a nasty note from the three-hundredth girl too," Meg laughed. "Did you hear the one about the thirty-foot giant woman of Veska and how she tried to kill my poor husband by using his whole body as a... well... a sexual device?" Gabrielle snorted, and seeing the anguished embarrassment on Hercules' face, she couldn't help pretending that she was seriously writing this all down.
"Oh, come on, Meg, you know I didn't do..." Herc tried to stop the fun at his expense.
"Now, did she use him head first or feet first?" Gabrielle wanted to know.
Sitting down and putting his head in his hands, Hercules looked to the heavens and said, "A hero just doesn't get any respect around here." The ladies continued their discussion, laughing and gaily discussing all of Hercules' rumored strengths, weaknesses, and sexual adventures.
Herc just wondered why he had ever thought it was a good idea to let the deadly and opinionated Xena and her friend meet his lovely, brilliant, and opinionated wife.
None of them were aware of what was transpiring just yards away in the house.
Phil was munching on a basket of grass and having a goblet of wine when a peculiar thing happened. He was gazing at a beautiful sculpture of a woman's hand that some schmuck had given Herc when the kid had saved him from a ravenous pack of man-eating crabs. *It was the worst case of crabs Phil had ever seen.* The sunlight from the garden was reflecting off the delicate white marble hand with a gentle sparkle that seemed, as Phil watched it, to grow and expand. The sparkle became a gauzy cloud of sparkles, and even as Phil was thinking of crying out at this strange occurrence, the cloud resolved itself into the most beautiful naked female he had ever seen.
His mind went into overload. He wanted to catalogue her beauty, but it was impossible. Her breasts were perfect. Her hips were exquisite. Her skin was cream and silk. Her face was perfection. Everywhere his eyes traveled, there was another detail that added to the beauty of the whole. He almost passed out. Then she started talking. He quickly realized just how deep a shithole he was in.
"Hey, Shorty, like, long time no see." Looking at Phil's stunned expression, she said, "What's the matter, Sweety? Don't you remember your Boss's Mom? All the other little Satyrs, Nymphs, Cherubs, Succubi, Incubi, and other sexual creatures remember Venus. I think it's time you had your memory refreshed. Hmmm?"We were going to call it the mask of Bill Clinton, but that didn't seem as catchy.
"Now this is what I want you to do," Venus started to explain her wicked little plan.
After listening for a bit, Phil exclaimed, "What are you talking about, Will... I mean, Venus? Jeez, I don't know if I can do that! The kid is my bud!" Phil almost immediately regretted his protest and channeled Gary Coleman.
With a wave of her hand and a stamp of her foot, Venus pouted like a child as she transformed Phil again. Looking up from all fours, he could tell that he was a full goat and not only that, a female goat! "Greesius, come here a moment, won't you?" she gestured someone into the room. Phil recoiled in horror at the monstrosity that shambled in at her command. He was human, but just barely. His body was covered with rags, smelly greasy oils, and creams. He was leading four very sick and dejected-looking female goats by a rope. His fat prick was erect and looked like it had been permanently dipped in some evil grease. He gave Phil a covetous leer that promised that he would be happy to add Phil to his personal harem. Phil looked up to Venus in terror and then ducked his eyes to signal that he had reconsidered his options. She was the Boss without question.
A second feminine wave returned Phil to his buff new Satyr's body and eliminated all evidence of Greesius.
Giving Phil a little hug to tell him that she forgave him for talking back and for being a bad little Satyr, Venus continued with her instructions.
Xena had finally turned the discussion away from Hercules' alleged sexual exploits. Gabrielle, eager to make sure that everyone understood that Xena had done wonderful things too, recounted a story of how Xena had once defeated a Naga tribe in the mountains that was stealing babies.
"That was amazing, Xena!" Meg said when Gabrielle had finally finished. "I'm sure that you and my husband could exchange heroic stories all night, but first, how about some dinner? I've got a lamb on the spit and some fresh greens."
"That sounds wonderful, my Love," Hercules replied as Xena and Gabrielle nodded their agreement.
They had all just started to move towards the house when it started.
Wafting across the evening breeze, barely audible, a funny little tune, playful and light.
It was difficult to hear, so they each stopped and quietly listened.
Pipe music, but like none they had ever heard before.
Xena, Gabrielle, and Meg all smiled.
The music darted and spun like a wild creature, free and uninhibited.
Hercules took a deep breath and felt all his cares drifting away.
The music increased in volume, and the tune became more lively and daring.
Gabrielle put her hand on Xena's arm. "Do you hear it?"
Xena screwed up her face, trying to resist the feelings and thoughts dashing wildly about in her mind. "Mustn't... must... I feel... I want..." She felt an almost electrical thrill from where Gabrielle's fingers were touching her skin.
"Hercules, my husband," Meg nearly moaned. "Do you hear that sweet music? Dance with me! Hold me! I feel... I want. I, I... have to... I want you!" She pulled him into her embrace and began to sluttishly rub her suddenly aroused body against him. She felt no shame at her wantonness, only a burning desire for sexual release.
The music danced through the columns of the garden and seemed to sweep into their minds, like a heady wine. Each of them began to sway in time with the music, releasing themselves from all restraints or propriety.
Nothing mattered! They were free! The music enticed them. It stroked their senses and ignited their passions.
Gabrielle's hands began to travel restlessly back and forth over Xena's muscular arm. Fire seemed to be burning her fingertips, and it felt wonderful. Grabbing both of the straps that held Xena's leather breastplate in place, she pulled herself up against the Warrior woman until her lips were pressed against the hollow of Xena's throat. She groaned in lusty arousal as she let her tongue taste the skin there. The salty taste of sweat was like no wine she had ever tasted, and she wanted more!
Hercules could feel himself losing control. Meg had dropped her dress and was now straddling his hips. Her ample breasts bounced, and her rigid nipples danced before his face. Despite himself, he found the tips of her warm cones between his lips. He groaned as Meg began to toss her head in response to his crude sucking. Her heated words in his ear were lewd and becoming more obscene and demanding by the second. His cock was hard and getting harder. He wanted to stop himself, but the music was everywhere now, stripping away his resistance. It wanted him to give in, to seek pleasure, to find sweet sexual release.
Phil walked fully out onto the patio above the garden. He continued to blow into the pipes and was amazed when he saw its effects. Meg and Gabrielle had obviously totally given in to the power of Pan's pipes. Both of the lovely young women were fully naked and moving in a horny haze of lust. Xena was standing still and seemingly trying to fight the effects of the pipes. Gabrielle was not helping her companion as she stripped off the warrior woman's clothing and began kissing and licking anywhere she could reach.
Hercules had become a statue. It was taking all his strength of will not to join in the orgy that Meg was desperately begging him to enjoy. Meg was a smart woman, though. If her husband wouldn't participate, she would use him however she could. Unbuckling his leather skirt, she threw it into the bushes. With a wild cry of abandon, she ripped off his clout. This freed his thick cock. Tears of need leaked from her eyes. She wanted to cum so badly. Climbing her young husband like a drowning woman, she screamed with pleasure as she captured the thick knob of his cock in her wetness and fiercely jammed it all the way home. Creamy juices squished and ran down her thighs as she posted on Hercules' prick like a marble dildo.
Xena's hands slowly but firmly tried to stop Gabrielle's uninhibited sexual advances. The swirling music was making it almost impossible to restrain her own desires. Gabrielle was sucking her left nipple, and her fingers were sliding down Xena's stomach and into her sex. Xena gasped as Gabrielle's fingers entered her at the same time as she caught sight of the Satyr on the upper patio playing the pipes. Her warrior's instincts told her that here was the real threat. She needed to attack and stop the sound of those... those pipes... and their... their terrible... umm, a good hot fuck would feel so good right now... but no, I must stop that music! Gabrielle switched teats and worked two fingers into her own pussy as she finally succeeded in working a finger into the slickened folds of Xena's sex. She was about to continue her lovemaking when she suddenly felt herself thrust away and landed on her bare butt.
"KiiiiiiYiiiiYiiiiYiiiiYiiiiYiiiii!!!" Xena screamed her warrior cry. Running a few steps on shaky legs, she launched herself up into the air. She spun through the air, performing three nearly perfect somersaults. Her plan was to land before the unknown Satyr and smash him into submission before he could react.
Phil saw her coming. His new muscular body reacted for him, with a speed and agility he never could have matched before. Even as she was spinning towards him, he gave a mighty blow on the Pipes that would disorient and confuse her. Holding the pipes between his teeth, he continued to blow as he dashed to where Xena was going to land.
With a thump, she landed on the grass, her feet spread wide and her fist pulled back and ready to crush Phil's skull. Her eyes were dazed, though, from the proximity of the wildly erotic music.
"NOooooooooooOOWOOOWWwwwwwww..." She started to yell but ended up frozen and panting. She realized she had landed much closer to the Satyr than she had planned. He had actually moved so that she was now only inches from his muscular chest and handsome face. Looking down between their bodies, her eyes confirmed what her horrified and befuddled mind had been telling her. The Satyr's thick prick was buried pleasurably in her wet, hot cunt. She made small pathetic motions as if to get off, but that just caused more of his length to pump deliciously into her.
Phil couldn't stop now. He blew on the pipes for all he was worth. Xena's fist came forward but missed his head and went around his neck. Her other fist came forward like it was stuck in the air and joined its partner around his neck. Her face fell forward and came to rest, panting, against his neck. With little grunts of pleasure, she surrendered to the effects of Pan's pipes. She didn't care about anything anymore. She just wanted to be fucked until she came. She loved the feel of the Satyr's burning length, spreading her hot folds so wonderfully. Her wetness doubled and then doubled again as she began to hump her ass to increase the wonderful feeling of the meaty stalk trapped in her body.
Sparing a glance for Hercules, Phil worried that his godlike powers were making him immune to the effect of Pan's pipes. Gabrielle was lying on her back happily finger-fucking herself, her strawberry blond hair spread like a pillow beneath her head. Megara had fucked herself to two terrific orgasms on her hubby's dick and was now sucking it, while fingering her pussy and ass. Phil didn't like that Herc still hadn't joined in. He was a frozen statue, straining as if chains held him.
Meg's lips were sucking at his pole.She had never even dreamed of sucking cock before, but now she was enjoying it incredibly. She twirled her tongue around his glans, enjoying an erotic, slutty thrill. She pumped Herky's dick into her mouth, shivering at the taste of her own juices mixed with the salty, masculine flavor of hot cock. The wonderful music stroked her thoughts again and again, encouraging her to greater and greater acts of lewdness. *Being a depraved, cum-hungry whore was a wonderful thing to be*, the music seemed to sing like light into her mind.
Phil decided that before he could attempt to implement Venus' plans, he needed the big Wuss weakened. Xena seemed the perfect weapon to him. Running his hand along his jaw, he collected some of the golden, magical musk there. Grabbing the lust-addled Xena's head by the hair, he pulled her face away from his body to where he could see it. He rubbed his slick fingers under her nose and across her lips. Her eyes lost their glazed look. She was seeing him in a whole new light. She nearly jumped onto him, settling her powerful legs around his goatly hips. Grinding her rock-hard nipples against his hairy chest, she moaned deep in her throat. She began a powerful fucking motion on his prick, taking in a full ten inches of this fifteen-inch length.
Xena was in heaven. She desired nothing but to serve and sexually please this wonderful, fucking dream. Nothing mattered but him. She would do anything for him. His scent was all around her, and she found that she loved it. It called to her mind. It made her giddy with joy. She couldn't think of anything but pleasure and obedience to her Satyr god.
Phil had a little plan. He hurriedly helped himself to all of Xena's sexual charms. She didn't need it any longer, but he remembered to blow on the pipes occasionally to keep Meg, Hercules, and Gabrielle occupied. Lifting Xena's body up, he slammed his sword-like goat prick deeply into her honey pot. Fucking her to three quick orgasms, he then drew her off his cock and directed her drugged attention to the garden below. "Now, my little warrior slut. I want you to go down there and help Meggie girl. You help her fuck that big ape into next week somewhere! I want him tired. I want him exhausted. I want him so fuck-drunk he can't think." Swatting the Princess on the butt like a child, he sent her to work.
Xena skipped, naked and unashamed, down the stairs to the lower garden, with nothing but happiness at her orders. Without a glance for her young friend mauling her pussy and licking her own fingers, she rushed to do as the Satyr had ordered her. She would obey! Nothing would stop her from doing as she had been commanded. The lovely music started again, which just added to her desire to do perverted and sexy things to Hercules.
She needed to fuck him, but his wife was in the way. Walking behind Hercules, she aimed a kick at his knees that caused him to collapse to the ground on his back. "Xena, help. Please, no, don't. Meg, you must stop..... I can barely control myself. Try to fight it..... Please!" Hercules' eyes met hers and begged her to help him. His prick had other ideas; it jerked with arousal at the sight of the powerful and aroused, naked body of the warrior woman. She looked at him with curiosity fixed on her face. *Of course she was going to help him! She was going to make sure that he spilled load after load of thick, creamy cum! What more could a man ask for?*. She pushed the horny Meg out of her way. Mounting Herc's smaller, but still impressive cock, she looked to the Satyr for approval as he approached. With a nod, he indicated she should start.
Capturing the dazed Meg's face with his hands, he spread more of his sticky, golden musk. Meg's eyes came alive with new desire for this brown-furred goat man. She fell to her knees before him and begged him to fuck her with his mighty prick. Reaching between her legs, she spread her pussy lips. She rubbed her pussy honey around her hole and onto her flexing anus. She would do anything for this Satyr. She couldn't imagine denying him any part of her body. His musky smell was a part of her now. Her pussy was creamy from just imagining him fucking her till she lost her mind.
Phil decided to add the final filly to his personal slut herd. Gabrielle was still on her back, her knees up, and fingers squishing in and out of her pink hole. Falling on her, he speared six inches of his prick into her eager cunt. He gathered more musk and massaged it into her face, even letting her suck some from his fingertips. She screamed and orgasmed. She drew his face down to hers and speared her tongue into his mouth. Her hips nearly threw him into the air as she humped herself onto his length. She greedily begged him to take possession of her unworthy body. Words of slutty lewdness rained out of her mouth. She whispered lascivious words of debauchery and lust into his ear as she wrapped her legs around his hips. Promising to be his obedient sex toy forever, she begged him to wash down her cunt with his yummy cum.
Phil came. He shot hot cum into Gabrielle's grasping sex. He pulled himself out and shot load after spunky load of jism across her chest and stomach. He hadn't dared hope that things would work out this well. Venus had demanded that he use the women to rape and mind-fuck Herc. It was his own idea to grab some of the hot, wet Nooky for himself. *Hey, a goat-man's gotta do what a goat-man's gotta do*.
Hercules came. Grunting and groaning in protest, he tried to contain himself, but Xena's hot, wet sheath just felt too good as it gripped and flowed around his aching prick. He arched his back and lifted Xena straight up into the air. With a mighty groan, he started shooting and couldn't seem to stop. He was totally disgraced by his own lack of willpower. What was even worse was that his godlike recuperative powers were ensuring that he wasn't losing one iota of his erection.
Xena's orgasm swept over her like a wave. Mentally, she had let herself go. Physically, she was wallowing in a mire of sensual ecstasy and bestial obedience. She felt every hot jet of Hercules' cum shooting into her. That pleased her because it was what the dark-eyed Satyr had told her to do. Looking towards her master, she cruelly twisted her nipples and resumed her pounding rhythm on Herc's still-stiff prick. *She idly wondered if god-cum had all the fat of regular cum. Good thing I don't care about getting pregnant. I don't think there are enough Trojans in Troy for this little party.*
Meg sat down on Hercules' tortured face and ground her enflamed pussy lips and rigid clit onto him. She screamed with pleasure as she ground her nugget against his hard Grecian nose. Creamy juices were leaking down her taut thighs. She gripped her husband's face between her thighs and began pounding her body onto him. The sound of her wet sex slapping his face set up a sexy rhythm. What she really wanted was more of her Satyr god's prick and yummy cum. It angered her that her young, fuckable husband wasn't even trying to please her. "Lick me, you damn bastard!" she cried. "Someone call IX. I. I., I need a real man!"
Swimming in a sticky sea of Phil's semen, Gabrielle lost all control. Shoving most of her right hand into her pussy, she used her left hand to lick up all of the creamy sperm she could find. Phil's musk ensured that all of his bodily fluids tasted like the food of the Gods to his enslaved subjects. Gabrielle's eyes rolled up into her head, and with a wail, she passed out from the magical ecstasy she had achieved. Even in her stupor, she felt it as Phil's slimy, hard rod slid in and out of her. Her fingers continued, even in her stupor, to transfer the white globs of his sperm directly from her tits and crotch to her mouth so that she could lovingly swallow them.
Xena fucked Hercules' cock like a machine. When Xena was too tired, Meg helped her by fucking Hercules or by stroking him and sucking powerfully on the tip of his slimy cock. Hercules came again and again; each time a little less godlike in his response. Xena's orgasms had become a mind-melting inferno from which she didn't want to be saved. Meg took time out to service her new God. She licked and sucked Phil's cock like a wanton whore with an opium addiction.
The five of them entered a period of unrestrained orgy where everyone was fucking everything and anything they could. Gabrielle mounted Hercules and fucked him to four delicious orgasms for her and two for him. While they were busy, Meg and Xena fell into a comfortable sixty-nine; sucking, licking, and fingering each other's every hole. When Gabrielle was done with Hercules, Meg wiped Xena's creamy juice from her lips and straddled her hubby's hips. Lowering her body, she forced Hercules' prick into her ass and fucked him to a slow and delicious cum in her incredibly tight butt. Xena licked and fingered Meg's clit, while her husband's huge shaft spread her virgin sheath. Xena's deft clitoral stimulation ensured that Meg enjoyed every second of her first real Greek sex.
Still crying out her ecstasy, Meg finally fell to the side, white goblets of sperm dripping from her stretched ass. Gabrielle rushed forward from where Phil had been holding her upside down, licking her mound and feeding his monster prick into her throat. She mounted Hercules' face, and Xena, after a quick kiss from Phil, returned to Hercules' prick. She took two more loads of his cum in her cunt and another up her ass. Meanwhile, Meg had returned to her knees and taken her first load of Phil's Satyr cum.Still shaking with her orgasms, she scooped it out of her dripping pussy and shared it with the panting and sweat-soaked Xena.
Phil kept the party going for nearly three hours. Occasionally, he spread more of his musk on the girls' faces to renew their sexual obedience to him. He would have loved to use the stuff on Hercules, but it didn't work the same on men. Herc would only become incredibly horny and violent. As an added feature, he wouldn't be able to get an erection. He would be an impotent rape machine, but that wasn't what Phil wanted. He used the pipes to keep him aroused and confused. Meg and Xena traded off fucking Hercules. Xena and her recuperative powers took the brunt of the workout. Gabrielle had established herself between Phil's legs, licking his balls, sucking his prick, rimming his ass, offering her wet and horny quim or tight asshole for his pleasure, as he commanded. Phil had decided early in the evening that he liked the innocent and tight young body of Gabrielle best.
Checking Hercules' flushed face, Phil finally decided that it was time to do as Venus had ordered him. He sent the naked Gabrielle to collect the Lethe mask from inside the house. He admired her pert buttocks and the flashes of her wet blond bush as she ran up the steps. She returned with the mask and handed it to him with a sexy smile of complete obedience and desire.
"Sit here, Gabrielle, and wait your turn," he ordered.
"Xena! Meg! You may stop fucking Hercules now. Go and sit with Gabrielle. I'll be back to complete your training in a moment."
Looking down, Phil noticed Xena's ring-like weapon, her Chakram. "Xena, I've always wanted to know about these things. I've heard these are giant IUDs, and I've heard they are cock rings for the Minotaur. Any ideas?"
The three ladies had formed a daisy chain. Each was busy slurping and licking at her own flower of sex, while her own pussy was given the same treatment. Xena had both hands on Gabrielle's ears and was busy humping her wetness against the younger woman's face.
"Fuck it," Phil said as he watched all three women losing control and moaning with multiple orgasms. "The next thing you know, people are going to be accusing her of being some kind of dyke."
Phil walked over and looked down on his one-time friend, Hercules. A quick image of Grease's evil, shitty dick and leering face appeared in his mind. He resolved himself to what he had to do. The kid hadn't looked this bad after Hades had taken his powers and let the Titans tap dance on his head. His eyes were glazed. He was totally exhausted. Beaten dogs looked better. The wild music had ensured the kid's desire, and the sexually charmed women had dragged orgasm after orgasm out of his once-powerful body. Phil winced to see that Herc could barely drag breath into his lungs. His body was covered with sticky feminine secretions, mixed with his own Semi-Godlike semen.
Hercules saw the powerful Satyr approaching him through the weary slits of his eyes. He tried to examine him, to find some weakness. The obvious finally occurred to him.
"PHIL????? Is that you????" he knew now that it was, "but why, Phil? WHY!!!?"
"Sorry, kid, but your sister wants you out of the Hero biz. I wish I could help you, but she had me by the balls and every other orifice." Placing the mask over Hercules' confused face, he said, "Bye, kid... It was great while it lasted. I hope you enjoy your new job."
Under the mask, Hercules' face underwent a terrible contraction. He tried as best he could to fight the influence of the mask. In the end, though, he was just too exhausted. A huge sigh of surrender escaped his lips, and his face went slack.
He didn't react as Phil began to tell him what to forget and what to remember. When Phil finished and took off the mask, he was a new man. He had a new history and a new quest. He was Hercules, son of Zeus and a human woman. He had grown up with his mother and now hated and resented his father. He had tried being a hero, but the benefits sucked. Everybody took, took, and took, and he was the one with the cuts and bruises at the end of the day. He had discovered his true calling, though - SEX! He lived for great sex now. He traveled the land looking for sexual thrills and excitement. Nothing was as important to him as finding new ways and people to fuck. It didn't earn him anyone's respect or gain him much fame, but he didn't care. It was the meaning in his life - the pursuit of the perfect sexual experience. He remembered all of this very clearly.
Sitting up, he considered the huge Satyr and the three naked women nearby. "Who are you?" he asked Phil, "and who are those lovely little fuckable party favors over there?"
"Oh, nobody important, Herc, you already fucked those girls. I guess that last glass of YingYang berry mead really hit you hard if you don't remember the orgy we just had."
"Nope, don't remember a thing," Hercules said, rising. He put on a pair of plain leather pants and a torn cotton shirt that Phil had made sure were laying nearby. The new Hercules didn't look like a Grecian soldier from a Grecian vase. He looked like a common laborer. Once he was dressed, he waved and said, "Well, I've got to be on my way. 'There are girls to screw and cum to spray,' as I always say. Maybe I'll be back this way some day, and we can party again."
Hercules trudged off. He didn't look back. There were new sexual adventures awaiting him over the next hill or in the next town. He just knew it.
"One down, three to go!" Phil said with a sigh.
He had to make sure that Meg never went looking for Hercules. Venus had given him very specific orders for the beautiful brunette. He fingered her rosy pink nipples one last time as he removed the Lethe mask from her face. He washed his musk from her, and she quickly recovered from being in his sexual command. Soon, she was walking away from the house with a pack on her back and her traveling dress on. She had to get to Lesbos as soon as possible. She distinctly remembered falling in love with a poetess who lived there named Sappho. Her fondest wish was to make Sappho her lover. Her memories of her past were full of the awful way that men had treated her. She couldn't wait to reach Sappho's side and embrace and kiss her. She would show her all the joys of female-female sex that she remembered had always been such a joyful and important part of her life. She never wanted anything to do with a man again.
Gabrielle and Xena were in an inn that night before they realized that they couldn't remember anything that had happened for the last few days. Gabrielle was washing Xena's back. She was surprised and then secretly pleased when Xena moaned in her arms and fell back against her. Gabrielle let one hand wander to stroke Xena's erect nipples. The other hand seemed to just naturally lower and begin to feel between Xena's powerful legs. Even as the two women were sexually exploring each other, for what they assumed was the first time, Gabrielle had the strangest feeling that if she met a particular man with a certain scent, she would be very strongly attracted to him. Phil had been ordered to send the Warrior Princess and her scribe on their way. Just in case, though, he had put the trigger into Gabrielle that she would sexually and romantically desire him, regardless of his form, if she ever met him again.
Hurrying down the path, Phil hoped that it was the one Hercules had taken out of town. He was trying to avoid notice, so he was disguised in a long cloak. Venus had demanded that he follow Herc and ensure that he got started on his new career as a Sexual adventurer.
Coming around a corner, he saw Hercules talking to a gray-haired old man. "Oh great! He's going to start his career by buggering some old guy," Phil groused. He rushed up to see what was going on.
"Ah, Philosoclies. So good to see you," the old man said.
Hercules' eyes were glazed over, and he appeared to be in a deep trance.
"Someone appears to have been messing with my son! YOU wouldn't know anything about that, would you!!!!?" Lightning struck the road all around Phil, making him tremble with fear. He quickly began to babble his confession to the father of the gods.
"So Venus was behind this, hmmmm!!!" Zeus' eyes lit up with interest. "She had you rewrite his memory so he would stop doing the heroic shit, right?!"
"Well, I'll settle with her later. She was right about one thing. It was time to get him out of the big Olive. I want him to be a hero of the people, a Defender of the weak. And this business of him taking a human wife was getting old when I did it." Snapping his fingers, he made the Lethe mask appear in his hand. He slapped it onto Hercules' face and quickly made him forget his new quest and made him remember to be a hero of the people again. He left out his memories of his marriage to Meg and his battle with Hades and the Titans.
"Get going, son!" he finally said, clapping Hercules on the back and sending him stumbling away. Zeus turned to Phil, giving the mask in his hand a meaningful look. Fifteen minutes later, a blonde young man with a strange necklace around his neck also went stumbling down the road. His name was Aeolus, and he was an adventurer and skilled fighter. He remembered that he was trying to catch up to some guy named Hercules. He knew of a town that was being threatened by a herd of Centaurs and Amazon women that could use Hercules' might. Much of his past seemed to be a blur, but that didn't bother him.
In Olympus that night, Venus went to Zeus as ordered.If you were standing in just the right place, you could hear her punishment. Hera was out on a shopping trip. Mnemosyne heard and remembered it all.
"Oh Daddy... Yes, AGAIN, you fucking stud! Fuck me again! Your little girl was so naughty. Fuck me with your big lightning rod... punish me again, Daddy! Give your bad little girl your hot cum. Ooo, like fucking wow!!! Here, let me suck on that magnificent stalk. Mmmmm, mmhh, unnnhhh. Daddy's little baby girl loves her daddy's sugar stick. Hmmm, yes. Lick me, Daddy... lick my sweet pussy. Now fuck me again. Make the world move for me!! Punish your bad little girl!"
Mnemosyne thought, "Well, there is always the backup plan." | 1 |
1,191 | Catwoman - Double Standard | "Waaaooooo," came the howl as yet another orgasm rolled through the bound form on the rack. "That's twelve," thought the woman who sat nearby, enjoying the show.
Catwoman smiled at the sound, watching the blonde writhe under the force of the power-cocks locked into her pussy.
Playing possum for the girl was easy, and she had easily overpowered her once her hands were free. Spice had obviously never been in prison and didn't know how to handle real prisoners. Catwoman planned to change that. But first, she settled her own need. Working the dildo deep inside herself again, she worked herself to her fifth orgasm of the day. She thought about Batman and started working the shaft with renewed energy.
After satisfying herself, Catwoman rose, her fluidity proof of her relaxed satisfaction.
Looking herself over, Catwoman groaned inwardly. She was dressed in her black, thigh-high boots, gloves, mask, and G-string. "I look like a character out of one of those adult comic-books," she thought. But there was no help for it. Sugar had taken her own cat-suit, and Spice's clothes were simply too small.
Selecting a long bull-whip from the rack, Catwoman set out through the criminal's lair. She wanted Two-Face. She wanted Sugar. She wanted revenge. She would settle for her clothes.
Prowling through the halls, silent as a shadow, she listened at every door. At the fifth one, she heard voices. Having already used her "curiosity caught the rat" trick once on these men, she wasted no time on tricks. Grasping her whip in one hand and the doorknob in the other, she stepped into the room, ready for anything.
The room was partially dark, lit by a single lamp over the table. Three men looked up from their card game as she entered.
"Well, it looks like we get to pet the cat after all," one of them chortled. All three smiled as they rose from the table and moved to flanking positions. They had been beaten by this woman once, but that was one on one, in a darkened room. This was different.
Catwoman avoided the first man's lunge easily, planting a knee in his midsection and his skull in the doorframe as he passed. His eyes, and his hands, had both been aimed at her breasts. "What kind of thugs are you?" she asked. "Is Assault with intent to Grope the best you can do?"
The next pair of men charged her together, angry at her mocking attitude. Shifting her Kung-Fu stance to the Tiger position, her favorite, she caught the outstretched hand of the thug on her left, yanking him into the path of the other thug and sending them down in a pile. This was too easy.
Then, she was in trouble. One of the men snaked a hand out of the pile, grabbing her by the ankle. He pulled, and she staggered as her balance was lost. In seconds, both men had piled onto her, burying her struggling form beneath their own.
Catwoman was rolled onto her back, outdone simply because the two men outweighed her. One sat down on her chest, the hardness of his cock clearly detectable through his pants as he struggled to pin her wrists to the floor. The second man was trying to sit on her thrashing legs, but seemed more interested in tearing off her G-string panties. She felt the second man slide a hand under her squirming ass as he tried to drive his thumb into her vagina.
The thug felt the naked woman stiffen as he penetrated her with his thumb, and knew that he had her. Her back arched and her legs stretched out and apart as he rasped his calloused skin against her clitoris. Shifting his weight, he lowered his face towards the shaved pussy before him, intent on licking this wildcat into submission. Then his world exploded, suddenly, painfully, as Catwoman's knee struck him in the temple.
Catwoman was amazed. Did these men actually believe that a woman turned to jelly the moment anyone touched her clitoris? The man on her legs was still on her legs, but as a soft, dead weight. Twisting like the cat she was named after, she sank her teeth into the wrist of the man on her chest, tasting blood. The man yanked his hand back reflexively, swearing. Driving the heel of her hand into his shoulder, she felt the satisfying crack of a broken collarbone. Her second blow would have ended his life, crushing his windpipe, but she diverted it at the last second, sending him to dreamland. His jaw was probably broken, but he was alive.
Congratulating herself on having let the man live, she rolled him and his unfortunate partner off and climbed to her feet. Checking to see that all three were still breathing, she tore their jackets into strips and tied them securely.
Two-Face strode into the back bedroom, planning a five-way orgy: Sugar, Spice, Catwoman, and both of him. He expected to find Catwoman climaxed to near mindlessness and looked forward to finishing her off.
What he found was something else. Spice lay on the bondage rack, her legs folded back over her head, a leather and steel bikini locked around her pussy. Her head lolled to one side as drool ran down her cheek. She moaned softly, her body still trying to respond to the loudly buzzing shafts buried deep inside her body. Nipple-clamps had been applied, with slender leather thongs pulling her tender tips up towards the ceiling.
"Where the hell is she?" the split-psychopath raged, oblivious to the fact that Spice couldn't respond. Grabbing the telephone, he pressed a single button and began to shout into it, "Everybody, everybody! Catwoman has escaped. Find her and bring her to me, double time. The one who catches her gets her."
Turning to where Sugar was tending to her delirious sister, Two-Face pulled out his coin and flipped it. Snarling at the result, he stormed out of the room without a word.
"Oh God," moaned Spice as the vibrators finally went silent. "I thought he was going to kill me. Now hurry up and get those damned things out of me."
Sugar smiled at her sister. "I guess you didn't see the coin," she said sweetly. "It came up bad-heads. He wants you punished." Placing fresh batteries in the double-dong, she continued, "And do you remember what you did to me when you got me locked down last week? Payback time."
Spice wailed in despair as she felt herself being penetrated once again. Sugar cinched the leather crotch-strap up to its tightest notch, driving the shafts even deeper into her sister's twin tunnels. "You looked like you had enough at level 8," she cooed softly as she fingered the control. "Let's see how you do on level 10."
Two-Face found Catwoman himself. She was happily choking the last of his men into oblivion, her long arm wrapped around his throat while her legs scissored around his waist from behind, driving the air from his lungs.
"Catwoman!" he growled as she dropped the man to the floor. "Damn you're good." Running his eyes up and down her naked form, he smiled that evil half-smile. "In fact, you're magnificent." Then he sprang to the attack.
Catwoman had no illusions about being able to take this man in a straight slugging match. But then, she had no intention of trying. It simply wasn't her style. Laughing as she dodged his first punch, she leapt lightly onto a crate marked "Fragile - Glass."
Two-Face charged, shoving the crate sideways and out from under his agile adversary. He received a kick in the face for his trouble, making his head spin for a moment. When he looked up, Catwoman was crouched on top of a pair of crates, waiting to spring.
"I'm gonna take you in both ends," growled the angered madman. "Heads and tails." With that, he vaulted onto the crate Catwoman had just vacated and tried to wrap up her shapely legs in a single gorilla hug. She drove a knee into his face, then leapt free in a tumbling somersault to another stack of crates.Again, Two-Face followed. Wiping some blood from his mouth, he smiled. "You're good, Catwoman. But I only have to catch you once. One time, and the famous Catwoman is just another piece of pussy." Leaping heavily from one stack to another, he approached his foe on an equal level.
Two-Face pursued his naked prey from crate to crate, higher and higher, until she had no place left to go.
Catwoman was cornered. All paths of escape were within reach of her heavier, stronger opponent. She had kicked him twice in the head, and he wasn't even dazed. She was in trouble. Shifting her stance, she waited for his attack.
Sensing victory, Two-Face closed the gap, screaming, "Heads and Tails!" as he charged, body-slamming his smaller opponent. | 4 |
1,199 | Another Shower of Gold | "I'm glad we stopped by Delphi," Gabrielle says with a smile.
"Oh really, why's that?" replies Xena, knowing she's going to find out no matter what she says.
"I got a lot of new stories from that bards' school."
"Really, what on?"
"The lovers of Zeus," Gabrielle dramatically announces.
"Lovers, huh?" Xena says slyly, "more like victims. Zeus is famous for taking whatever he wants."
"True, but they still make for interesting stories. Like all the forms he takes. One time he took the shape of a bull, another time of a swan, and one time even a shower of gold."
"A shower of gold?"
"Yeah, when he slept with Danae, I think."
"He is original, I'll give him that," Xena said as a grin came to her lips.
While they continue on their way, Gabrielle continues her lecture on "Zeus's lovers" and Night begins to extend its cold fingers across the Earth.
"We should stop here to make camp," Xena suggests as she dismounts Argus. It's an ideal spot, a small wooded glade opening near a crystal blue lake. The setting sun's rays dance playfully on the waters and the whole area seems to radiate a serene aura. Gabrielle sits down on a nearby rock and begins to pull off her hot boots.
"Fine by me, my legs were starting to ache."
"And I'm sure your mouth was getting dry as well," Xena said, smiling.
Giving her a smirking glance, Gabrielle continues, "I think I'm going to go to the lake and cool off."
"A good idea, just keep an eye out for trouble..."
Meanwhile, high atop Mt. Olympus, a lone figure watches as Gabrielle makes her way to the lake, alone.
"That's it my child, go on. A beautiful, young girl, and the perfect setting. Now to take care of Xena."
Focusing his attention on the dark-haired warrior, he lightly whispers, "Sleep Xena, sleep...."
The command etches itself into Xena's mind as he carefully watches her yawn and slip away into a deep slumber by the fire.
"Perfect..." he said to himself.
"This is going to feel so good," Gabrielle says to herself as she approaches the lake's shore. Carefully she bends down and splashes the cool liquid on her hot face. Trickles of water run down her warm neck and find their way across her pert breasts. An erotic shudder runs down her body as she can feel her sensitive nipples hardening and pressing against her top. Slowly she pulls her shirt off over her head. Then standing, she peels her shorts from her supple thighs and lets them drop to the ground. A cool breeze arouses her weary body and her nipples peak in hardness. Invigorated by her surroundings, she wades waist-high into the lake, gently splashing the water on her lithe frame. After a few minutes of bathing, she returns to the grassy shore and lays out on the soft grass.
"Hmmm....What a great evening." Aroused by the night, she gently begins to caress her drying body, following its supple curves. The rough texture of her hands feels so good on her aching breasts. As she spreads her legs, her right hand drifts down her stomach to her swollen genitals and she begins to massage her moist clitoris. Then suddenly, she feels a warm thick wetness joining her hand. Shocked, she sits up to see a small shower of gold running down her thighs. As she pulls her hand away, the golden liquid quickly takes its place and a powerful voice begins to ring in her head.
"Hello my dear. Wonderful night, isn't it? In fact, it's perfect, wouldn't you say?"
In a moment of trapped fear, Gabrielle realizes what's going on and what is about to happen.
"It was perfect," she thought to herself, "too perfect."
"It was nice of the two of you to accommodate my little setup so easily. Xena is usually quite good at smelling a trap, but then again, she's never crossed paths with me before."
"Zeus?" Gabrielle calls out.
Amidst laughter, she hears a reply, "What's wrong, my dear, don't you find this interesting?"
Even though Gabrielle had satisfied her urges many times by herself, she had never had sex, and this was not the way she planned to lose her virginity. Then slowly, she feels the liquid beginning to penetrate her tender vagina.
In fear, she screams, "No, stop! Please don't, I'm a virgin."
"I know," followed by more laughter is her answer.
Futile to resist, she lays back as the liquid begins filling her tight hole. She winces in pain as it fills her completely and her cherry pops. Then slowly it begins to move in and out of her.
It was unlike anything she had ever felt. She knew how to please herself, but this was more powerful...more arousing than anything she had ever done.
She can feel her clit being massaged as her breathing gets faster and faster. Pleasurable sensations begin to well up between her thighs. Something forces her legs farther apart as the liquid begins to expand and run deeper into her burning vagina. Tears run down her cheeks as it feels as though she's being torn apart. The sensation of someone nibbling and massaging her clit strikes her as her body tenses up. In an orgasmic explosion, Gabrielle arches her back and thrusts her hips upward. Streams of cum and blood begin flowing from her.
Amidst the moans and cries of pleasure and pain, one phrase escapes her lips, "By the gods!"
Whatever pain she felt subsides, as the golden liquid continues pumping in and out of her, but faster and harder. Closing her eyes, she moans with each thrust inside of her. She grits her teeth and grabs into the soft earth as the gold liquid begins to expand once again. Faster and faster, it moves. She moans louder as her grinds her hips against the grass. She can feel herself getting closer to a mind-blowing climax with each successive thrust. Then a small stream of the liquid trickles down to her sweaty, puckered anus. It begins to fuck her even faster...harder...deeper...starting to push her across the smooth grass. A digit of the gold shower slithers into her asshole and begins to slide in and out. Like a tidal wave, her orgasm hits. As Gabrielle screams in pleasure, she arches her hips to the sky, nearly lifting her body from the ground. Her yearning vagina gushes a fountain of cum, splashing back on herself as she feels a warm load of sperm emptied into her.
Then suddenly, as quick as it came, the golden shower was gone. Laying on the cold grass, she struggles to stand after the erotic ordeal. She can feel the many grass burns cut deep across her slender back. Managing to make it to her feet, a thick mixture of cum, sperm, and blood seep from her sore vagina and anus, and run down her inner thighs. After washing off in the lake once again, exhausted and disillusional, Gabrielle collapses on the shore and falls unconscious.
Amidst the gods, an argument is brewing.
"Destroy her now! If you do not, I will!" Hera demands. She has never liked her husband's infidelity with other deities and nymphs, but sleeping with a mortal is utterly intolerable.
"I will do no such thing," Zeus retorts, "and neither shall you!"
"Oh will I not? Have you forgotten the fate of Io? After being turned into a cow, I tortured her with gad flies for years. And what about that follower of Artemis, Callisto (not the same as Calisto, Xena's nemesis). I turned her into a bear and had her own son, which you fathered, kill her while hunting. If that was deviously ironic and clever, I don't know what is," Hera said, ending in an evil smile, "You see, I will not be denied. I will kill her."
The heavens shook with Zeus's thundering reply, "No! I will handle the matter, but Gabrielle shall not die."
"I will not have those damn bards telling another tale of you taking a mortal tart. I will not have it!"
"There will be no stories to tell."
"How?"
"Like this..."
"I'm glad we stopped by Delphi," Gabrielle says with a smile.
"Oh really, why's that?" replies Xena, knowing she's going to find out no matter what she says.
"I got a lot of new stories from that bards' school."
"Really, what on?"
"The lovers of Zeus," Gabrielle dramatically announces.
"Lovers, huh?" Xena says slyly, "more like victims. Zeus is famous for taking whatever he wants."
"True, but they still make for interesting stories. Like all the forms he takes. One time he took the shape of a bull, another time of a swan, and one time even a shower of gold."
"A shower of gold?"
"Yeah, when he slept with Danae, I think."
"He is original, I'll give him that," Xena said as a grin came to her lips.While they continue on their way, Gabrielle continues her lecture on "Zeus's lovers," and night begins to extend its cold fingers across the Earth.
"This looks like a good spot to make camp," Gabrielle suggests. "See, there's a lake and everything. Besides, my legs are starting to ache."
"This is a nice spot, but it's not much farther to Athens. Here, hop up," Xena replies as she offers her arm to Gabrielle. With a tug, Xena pulls Gabrielle onto Argus's back.
"Yeah, you're right. A bed will be a lot nicer than this grass, anyway."
The End | 1 |
1,214 | Home Improvement | "Hey dork."
"Hi." Mark had long since learned that his 'dork' was his brothers' favorite synonym for his name, and knew that Randy's greeting was as polite as he could expect. Besides, he was watching a cartoon and wasn't really paying enough attention for his feelings to be hurt. As Randy started upstairs to their room, Mark did remember that he had a message for his brother. "Brad says we should stay out of the room because he's studying."
"So?" Randy responded without thinking, automatically contradicting anything that his little brother told him. He briefly regretted his show of bravado, not wanting to cross Brad anymore than was absolutely necessary. His fear was quickly overcome with curiosity, as he realized that there was no possible way that his brother was studying at three o'clock in the afternoon.
He continued quietly up the stairs, wondering what his brother was up to. Probably talking to Jennifer Sadarsky on the phone. Randy figured he'd eavesdrop for a few minutes, and then come in when they were talking about something embarrassing. Of course, it might be a long wait. It's not like they ever DID anything. He'd seen them kiss, once, and Brad claimed that they did it all the time. But even if they did, Randy was sure they didn't use tongues. His brother wasn't THAT far ahead of him.
He crept from the top of the stairs to the door of the room the three boys shared. But he didn't hear the conversation he expected. At first, he thought Brad might be whispering, but after a moment of straining to hear, Randy was sure that his brother wasn't talking to anyone. He really didn't hear anything, except the occasional grunt. Such outbursts were common among the males of the Taylor household (and even Jill indulged occasionally), so Randy didn't think much of it. Still, Brad had claimed to be studying without any parents around, so something must be up.
The door to the room was open just a crack. Randy couldn't really be into the room, but he thought that since he didn't have to fool with the doorknob, he might be able to open it quietly enough for Brad not to notice.
As Randy eased the door open, the first thing he saw was his brother's ankles. Brad was lying on Randy's bed, the lower of the two bunks, at an angle such that his legs just draped over the edge. As Randy's eyes tracked up Brad's body, he discovered that his brother's blue jeans stopped at his knees. Brad was naked from the middle of his thighs to the middle of his stomach. His hand bounced up and down above his crotch, apparently along the shaft of his penis. Randy immediately began to get an erection from the excitement of finding his brother in such a compromising position. One swipe at his overalls was enough for Randy to give his organ the space that it needed. He quickly glanced up at Brad's face, expecting to see a mask of embarrassment, followed by anger. But his brother's head was thrown back and his eyes were closed. Brad was obviously concentrating harder than he ever had in his life.
Randy had heard of 'jacking off,' but was dumbfounded to find his brother doing it. Sure, it felt pretty good to squeeze your dick if it got hard in the shower or while you were watching TV, but going out of your way to do it? Jacking off was something that teenagers did when they couldn't get a girl to have sex with them. But Brad was thirteen. And he did have a girl. Neither fact was news, but for the first time, they seemed to make a difference.
Even if he hadn't been a little bitter, Randy could hardly turn down such a chance to embarrass his brother. He eased into the room, his eyes alternating between Brad's face and his crotch. The face remained impassive, and the genitals were difficult to see because of the rapidly moving hand. He could see that the helmet-like head of Brad's dick that protruded from the top of his fist and the sack that held his nuts were both a deep pink, and didn't match the rest of his skin like Randy's did. Randy stopped just at the corner of the other bed, close enough to be able to look down on Brad, but not so close as to make his presence known. Then he paused, searching for the perfect insult for a brother caught with his pants down.
"Hey Brad, pull it a little harder and Mom can have the daughter she's always wanted."
Brad started up, dropping the hand with which he'd been masturbating to his side and bumping his head on the upper bunk as he did. His feelings alternated from embarrassment to anger. Dazed by both the bump on the head and the interrupted sexual crescendo, he tried to settle on the emotion that would best segue into beating Randy up.
Randy, meanwhile, got his first good look at his brother's penis. It was still quite hard, sticking up so that it bisected the angle between Brad's torso and his legs. Right above where it attached to his body, there were a few tufts of light brown hair, twisted into loose coils. It was hard to judge its length because he was looking at it almost head-on. He was much more struck with its thickness; it was as big around as a roll of quarters, maybe a little bigger. Randy's dick was barely thicker than nickels. The shaft of Brad's dick was quite pink as well, though not so much as the head. Denied the shelter of Brad's hand, the penis began to droop its head in shame.
"If you tell anyone about this, I'll kill you." Tyranny was the soul of Brad's wit.
Randy couldn't resist. "Dad'll be proud to find out how much you like to work with your hands."
"Randy, shut up." Some testosterone, on its way to Brad's fists, took a wrong turn and found itself in his penis. Inspired, the organ began to reverse its descent.
"Maybe you should give Jennifer her picture back and just carry around a picture of your hand." Randy knew he was cruising for a bruising, but he was on a roll.
Brad stood up, his pants still around his legs. His plan had been to grab Randy, put him in a headlock, and pummel him until he felt vindicated. But even though this was in many ways no different from any of the boys' many altercations, Brad was in fact half naked. Both boys glanced down at his erection, by now standing straight out from his body. Brad also noticed anew that he was a full head taller than Randy. These two observations gave Brad something he rarely had: an idea. He knew how to restore himself to his rightful position of brotherly dominance.
"You're just jealous because my dick's bigger than yours." Brad played the trump card that males had, in a multitude of different ways, been playing against each other for all time.
Randy responded the only way he could. "Yeah, right."
Brad wasn't quite sure where to go from here. "I've seen it. You don't even have any hair."
That was almost true. Randy had had one hair, but he'd toyed with it so much he finally pulled it out. He was pretty sure it wasn't, but he said, "So? My dick's still at least as big as yours."
Brad didn't even pause before saying "Prove it."
Randy was, for once, for a moment, speechless. "How?" he eventually demanded, not wanting to know, but trying to stall.
Brad had to think a second. "We could measure them."
Under other circumstances, Randy would have responded "Duh," but right now he wanted his brother to think that this problem was as hard as possible. "With what?"
"We could use Dad's tape measure."
"Yeah, and who's gonna tell the Tool Man what we were using it for?" Randy was sure that this was the game winner.
Brad seemed stumped. But he had to get back at Randy, and proving he had the bigger dick would do it. If he could just come up with a good way to tell, Randy would have to do it. He was starting to lose his erection again, and as he idly reached to stroke it, he had an unprecedented second idea.
"We can hold them up against each other?"
"What?" Randy had a sinking feeling he knew what his brother meant.
"We can just hold our dicks together and see which one is longer."
"Don't be a dork, Brad."
"You just know mine's bigger."
"It is not."
"Then pull yours out and prove it."
Randy looked at Brad's dick. In response to Brad's brief touch and to his excitement over his impending victory, it had risen yet again. Randy knew it was definitely thicker than his. But it didn't seem that much longer. Maybe a little bit. But Randy was pretty sure he could convince Brad they were the same size if they were even close. He sighed. "Gee Brad, if it's that important to you."
Randy waited to see if his attempt at reverse psychology would work. It didn't. He'd have to go through with it. He slowly unfastened the straps of his overalls, willing the semi-hard lump in his pants to grow to its full size (and bigger, if possible). The thrill of doing something so private helped, and by the time he had lowered his overalls, his dick had formed a well-defined ridge in his white cotton briefs.Brad was relieved to see that the ridge hadn't had a major growth spurt since he'd seen it last. Randy took one last look at Brad, hoping he'd change his mind, then lowered his underpants.
As soon as his waistband had passed low enough, Randy's penis sprang out. Like Brad, he was circumcised, and likewise was fully hard. Randy's dick, however, was nearly as pale as the rest of his body. It was also a little smoother, the skin stretched a little tighter. His balls were clenched close to his body in a tight little scrotum that was almost perfectly round. His shaft was, of course, thinner than Brad's, and was in fact significantly shorter than his big brother's. Randy hadn't really expected the length difference because it was mostly in proportion to the difference in thickness. Still, it wasn't so much that Randy was willing to give up. He could still fake it.
"Now what?" Randy was kind of enjoying this game, but he wanted to make sure Brad initiated everything. He hadn't been this close to his brother naked since they were five and six years old and took baths together, and they hadn't even changed into their bathing suits in the same room for nearly a year. It was kind of nice to be sharing something this intimate with Brad, even if it was weird.
Brad was having second thoughts, not really because he was worried about Randy's dick being bigger (it sure looked smaller), but because he realized that they would have to press their dicks together. It was kind of exciting, being naked with someone else, touching them, even if it was his own brother. It wasn't really queer, since he was just showing the little creep who the big brother was. He grabbed his own dick and stroked it a time or two, then held it so it was vertical. "Now put yours up against it."
Randy took his penis and tried to stroke it like Brad had. He hadn't practiced though, and wasn't nearly as coordinated. He stood in front of his brother, their toes almost touching, and brought his dick up next to Brad's. He shifted his hand so that he was holding the side of the organ closest to his body, and thrust his pelvis forward just until the underside of his dick touched Brad's. The contact was infinitesimal, the boys' nearly cylindrical penises tangent to each other. As the boys peered down to judge the results, Randy felt Brad's hot breath playing through his unmoussed bangs.
"Move your hand, Brad," said Randy. Brad's hand was covering the head of his dick, making it impossible to really tell which organ was longer.
"Hold still." Brad gingerly released his penis, pushing his hips forward just a little to press it more tightly against Randy's. Unsupported, the balance was precarious, and Brad steadied himself by gently grasping Randy's bare hip with his left hand. Randy also pulled his hand away, pushing forward a little to mask the fact that he had lifted himself onto his tiptoes.
"They look about the same size to me," Randy was hoping to pull the wool over Brad's eyes quickly.
"Wait," Brad responded, reaching down to pull on his penis.
"No fair, you can't stretch yours," Randy's dick slipped off to the side and poked into Brad's right groin.
"I'm just making sure I'm all the way hard," Brad stroked himself gently, trying to coax every last millimeter from the straining organ.
Randy figured he might as well do the same. The boys were still quite close together, and as he reached down to grasp himself, his fingers brushed over Brad's scrotum. He noticed that his brother's sack hung more loosely than his, and he could clearly feel both balls dangling separately, one hanging a little lower than the other. Randy was curious, but didn't let his fingers linger long. He pinched his dick, feeling its sponginess give slightly beneath his fingers. He watched Brad closely, wrapped his fingers around it, and gave a couple of quick tugs. He could just barely feel it firm up in his hand, the skin becoming absolutely tight and smooth.
Brad seemed satisfied, and said "Come here - hurry up." Randy again pressed in and placed his dick against his brother's. This time Brad held both organs in his hand. His brother's hand on his dick felt completely different from his own, and Randy felt a bolt of pleasure shoot through him as Brad squeezed it tightly. When Brad had steadied both dicks in his hand, it was apparent that Brad's extended nearly an inch higher than Randy's.
"See. I told you. Mine's bigger," Brad was sure he had the victory locked.
"Dummy. You're taller than me. You've got to bend your knees or something," Randy could tell that they had really already compensated for height because of the way they were standing (especially since Randy was on tiptoes), but he was determined not to let Brad get the best of him.
Brad wasn't completely sure he bought it, but he knew Randy would never give in if he didn't at least pretend to bend his knees. He released both dicks and separated his legs slightly to give himself the leverage to raise and lower his body. As he made these adjustments, his dick found its place in his hand once again. As he rubbed it, he demanded "How am I supposed to know how much to bend them?"
"Just wait," Randy had taken his dick in his hand and, after giving it a few good strokes, marked the bottom of it with his little finger. "Hold your dick like this." Brad did. "Now just go down until our little fingers touch."
Easier said than done. Brad would squat enough to satisfy Randy, but as they would try to push their dicks together for an 'official' measurement, he'd involuntarily thrust forward which, in the boys' current orientation, was up. Or he'd lose his balance and have to grab Randy to keep from falling. Or he'd notice that Randy seemed to get taller just as soon as he'd reach the right height. Finally, Brad got frustrated and was ready to declare himself the winner by default.
"Give it up, Randy. You know mine's bigger."
Randy's mind raced. He needed to think of some way to make he and Brad the same height, some way so that they could both hold still. Preferably some way he could cheat. "Wait a second," Randy was pretty sure he had it. "Lie down on the bed."
"What?"
"If you lie down, I can get on top of you so that the bottom of our dicks are together, and we can see who's bigger."
"You know mine is."
"Prove it."
Brad hated the way Randy always seemed to call the shots, even when he was supposed to be losing. Still, if this is what it took. Brad lay down on his back on his own bed. As Randy scrambled to get on top of him, he jacked himself a few times just to be sure. As he did, he realized how long he'd been hard, and how much he was ready to get off.
Randy had slipped off his overalls and underwear (which had been around his ankles), and was straddling Brad on all fours (his other hand had found its now familiar spot on his dick). Brad stopped rubbing himself and dropped his hands to his sides. Randy lowered himself chest first, hoping to adjust himself to an advantageous position before the final judging. Then he lowered his hips until the knuckles of the hand encircling his penis just touched Brad's stomach. He wiggled his way down the bed, until he felt his hand brush up against Brad's penis. He released his own and let it fall on top of his brother's, then took them both in his hand. He used his thumb to feel the spongy heads of both organs, and then slid his hips across his brother's until he was sure that both penises reached the same distance up Brad's body.
Brad was distracted by the feelings of Randy touching his dick and couldn't really see what was going on, but he felt sure his brother was cheating. When Randy finally stopped moving, Brad felt the softness of balls at the bottom of his dick, not the firmness of another dick. But every time he'd move to push Randy down to what he thought was the right place, Randy would slide up just a little. Finally, in frustration, he said "Randy, hold still," punctuating his command by grabbing his brother's small, soft buttocks in both hands.
Randy thrust his hips forward in response, pressing his dick tightly against Brad's, sending a shudder of pleasure through both boys. Brad instinctively answered with a thrust of his own, and Randy sent it right back. Neither boy thought anything other than that they didn't want the pleasure to stop. Soon their rhythm quickened, and they found themselves thrusting at the same time, furiously pumping themselves against each other. Randy's buttocks would occasionally clench, either of their own accord or in Brad's response to a sudden tightening of Brad's grip, marking an especially decisive thrust. Their pace increased steadily, then spiked as both approached the brink. Randy missed a breath as his first orgasm hit his unprepared frame. Brad gasped as he enjoyed the release he had sought ever since he first took his dick in hand this afternoon.
The boys' thrusting didn't stop immediately, but quickly tapered off as they realized what they had done. Randy sat up, noticing the sticky spot on the lower part of his belly, just where the head of Brad's dick had been. He looked at his brother and saw the rest of his semen in a little glistening dollop pointed to by his rapidly shrinking penis. The boys exchanged a look, silently agreeing that they would discuss this later, after they had time to think things over. Brad stood up, holding his shirt up so that it would not fall into the liquid on his belly. He looked around the room for a second, then pulled the pillow down from Mark's top bunk, and wiped himself with that.Wordlessly, he handed it to Randy and began to pull his pants up. Randy cleaned himself up, using the same corner of the pillow Brad had. He threw the pillow back on the bed and groped around on the floor to retrieve his clothes. Brad finished dressing just as Randy had started to refasten the straps on his overalls, and immediately started out the door. "I'm gonna go downstairs and watch TV. I think the Tigers are playing."
Randy said, "I think dork's already watching something."
Brad shouted back, "So?"
Randy grinned, realizing that if he wanted to, he could kick Mark off the couch all by himself. With Brad's help, it was just more fun. He left his other strap unfastened and started down the stairs, chuckling to himself, "Yeah, so?" | 1 |
1,223 | It's TOOL TIME | "Randy, Brad, come down here," Jill called up the stairs.
"Your dinner is in the fridge," she announced as the two boys made their way into the kitchen. "And make sure that Mark stays in bed. He's got a bad cold."
The boys looked at each other and frowned. The last thing they wanted was to be stuck at home looking after their brother on a Friday night. There had to be some way to escape that unpleasant responsibility.
Brad spoke up first. "We can't!" he said, shaking his head to emphasize the point.
Jill stopped cleaning off the counter and turned to stare at the boys. "Why not?"
"Well..." Brad began.
Randy quickly jumped in, knowing that if he let his brother try and plead their case, they would be spending the night at home for sure. "We have plans," he said. "We're going out to a movie."
"A movie, huh?" Jill eyed the pair suspiciously, knowing it would be difficult to prove they had made those plans prior to one minute ago, but also realizing she didn't much like the idea of giving them the run of the house for the evening anyway. They'd probably get in less trouble if they went out to a show.
Sensing victory, Randy changed the subject to try and divert his mother from further consideration of keeping them home. "So where are you guys going anyway?" he asked.
Jill cast her gaze across the living room to where Tim was working feverishly over the VCR. "Your father," she stated, raising her voice a notch so that Tim was sure to hear, "is dragging me out to a 'tool party'."
"What's so bad about that?" Tim called back. "It's just like a Tupperware party, only with guys. Besides, the Binford bigwigs will be there, so we have to go."
Randy crossed over to where Tim was puzzling over the screws he had removed from the VCR casing. "I thought only qualified people were supposed to fool around with electronic stuff like that."
"Hey, I'm qualified! I fixed the intercom, didn't I?"
"I guess," Randy conceded. "As long as you don't mind picking up police radio and signals from airline traffic. Heh heh!"
"Very funny, wise guy," said Tim, still trying to remember which screws fit into which holes.
Randy loved poking fun at his family - and they made it so easy! He scooped up the newspaper sitting on the coffee table and fingered through to the movie listings as he settled down onto the couch. "Brad, c'mere," he called to his brother. "What movie are we going to see?" he asked quietly, making sure that Jill was out of earshot.
Brad pondered the listings. "How about that one?" he grinned, pointing to an "R" rated show that looked like it had lots of nude scenes and very little plot.
"Yeah, sure," Randy responded. "And I guess they'll just take our word for it when we tell them we're eighteen."
Brad considered this. "Well, maybe we can get Al to take us."
"I doubt it. Besides, Al will probably be coming over here to babysit for Mark." He pointed to the kitchen where Jill was busy talking on the phone.
Half an hour later the boys had finally decided to see an action film and were ready to leave.
"Make sure you come straight home as soon as the show is over," Jill told them.
"When's the Flannel Man getting here?" Tim asked impatiently.
"He couldn't make it," Jill said, addressing Tim as one might a dull-witted fool, who was annoyingly oblivious to all but the most obvious of facts. "He's been invited to the party too. You should know - he's your assistant."
"They invited Al too? Next thing you know they'll be inviting the janitors that clean out the Binford office," Tim joked.
Randy and Brad decided it was time to leave; their parents' words faded as they stepped out into the night. As they made their way up the front path, discussing what they'd heard about the movie they were going to see, they stopped dead, suddenly becoming aware of someone approaching their front door. It was Brenda Porter, their 16-year-old neighbor from across the street. She had shoulder-length chestnut brown hair and an unusual shade of light green in her eyes. But it was not her eyes the boys were looking at. They stared at her grapefruit-sized breasts, which were pressed tightly together within a form-fitting low-cut white blouse. The two looked up, their mouths hanging slightly open, as she smiled and passed silently between them on her way to the front door. The boys turned to stare as she passed by, then looked at each other as she was admitted to the house and moved out of view.
"Wow," Brad exclaimed. All of a sudden the movie seemed to be of secondary importance.
"You know," Randy suggested, "We can wait 20 minutes and still make it on time if we take our bikes..."
"Yeah!"
Both boys knew exactly what was on each other's mind - they wanted a good look at that cleavage in better light before heading out for the evening.
"I haven't seen her around here for a long time..." Brad said as they walked around to the back door.
"That's because she's always over at her boyfriend Will's place - so don't plan on getting too far with her," Randy told him, confident in the knowledge that the idea of Brenda and his 13-year-old brother together was absurd.
They waited in the back yard, relieved to discover that the seemingly ever-present Wilson was nowhere to be seen, until they heard Tim's car pull out with a vague grinding sound and a few noisy backfires. With heart rates slightly elevated, they entered through the back and proceeded through to the living room, where Brenda was seated on the couch watching TV, her back to them.
She turned at the sound of footsteps, and smiled at them. "Hi boys. Movie over already?"
"Uh, no... we forgot our money," said Randy, knowing that it was a pretty lame excuse for having returned.
Brenda nodded thoughtfully and smiled a little more, looking them up and down. "Well, if you have a few minutes, why don't you come sit down and watch this show? It's really funny."
Encouraged, they sat down on either side of her.
"I noticed you guys have a pretty good computer in your room when I was up there with Mark."
"Yeah! Would you like to see what it can do?" asked Brad.
"Sure, but we would be disturbing Mark..."
"Hey Randy, why don't you help Mark move to Mom and Dad's room?" Brad grinned at his brother.
"But..." Randy began to say.
Brenda placed her hand on his shoulder. "Could you?" she asked.
Cornered, Randy nodded, realizing he couldn't refuse. He headed upstairs, promising himself he'd get back at Brad for this.
The 16-year-old turned back to Brad, who couldn't resist taking in an eyeful of her ample chest. She smiled again, and placed a hand on his knee. Stunned, Brad's eyes shot up to meet hers, and then down to his leg as she slowly moved her hand up his thigh. The crotch of his pants began to swell; he wasn't sure how to react.
Brenda stood up suddenly and grabbed his hand. "C'mon," she told him. "Let's go upstairs to your computer!"
Still shocked, and not quite sure what was going on, Brad allowed himself to be pulled along.
When they arrived at his room, Brad saw that Randy had already taken Mark to their parents' bedroom. Brad went over to turn on his computer, and felt a pair of hands feel his butt from behind as Brenda moved up behind him to look over his shoulder. He quickly turned around, and she giggled and pushed him down on the lower bunk of the boys' beds.
"Don't be shy, Brad," she told him, and pulled his sweater and t-shirt over his head.
"Um.. uh.." he stammered as she removed her super-tight white blouse, allowing her unharnessed breasts to bounce free.
They were both standing up now, both clothed only in blue jeans and naked from the waist up. He couldn't help but stare wide-eyed at her large jugs. She leaned over to touch his cheek, and then leaned closer still to kiss him deeply, as her breasts pressed themselves against his bare chest.She stepped away, looking thoughtfully around the room and then pulled the mattress off the lower bunk and laid it down on the floor in the middle of the room. She then gave a wide smile, grabbed Brad around the waist, and pulled him down onto it, her breasts rubbing against his bare skin. For the first time, he grinned back and placed his hands on her breasts, as though testing them for pressure.
Brad couldn't believe what was happening! His penis was as hard as it could be, and the thrill he experienced when she grabbed the back of his blond head and pulled it down to her breasts, while she continued feeling the front of his jeans, almost made him come in his pants. He started sucking and licking her breasts eagerly, leaving them coated with saliva. She found the snap on his pants and began undoing it. Suddenly sensing he was very close to losing control, she backed off and stood up to slowly remove her jeans and panties. She threw them to the floor, pulled Brad up, and then knelt to remove his pants as well.
It was then that she caught a flicker of movement in the doorway out of the corner of her eye. She moved Brad around a little so he wouldn't notice, while giving herself a better view. It was Randy... and he was pointing a video camera at them! She thought she'd noticed him at the door a few moments earlier, and was excited by the thought of having this cute kid watching her get it on with his brother, but she hadn't expected him to try and videotape it! She was past caring whether anyone found out about this and pretended not to notice Randy. It would be his turn soon enough (after all, if she could have one, why not have them both?), but in the meantime she decided to put on a show he would not soon forget.
Brenda lowered Brad's pants and white briefs, and was almost slapped in the face by his hard penis as it popped out from its confinement. Brad slipped the pants off his legs and threw them away; he stood there totally naked, his rigid penis sticking out like an iron rod. He had had a growth spurt in the last few months, and his penis measured a good 5 and a half inches and was of reasonable thickness. It was topped by a patch of light brown hair, the only hair visible anywhere on his body.
Brenda held his testicles in one hand as she pressed her lips to the tip of his penis and slowly began to take it into her mouth, inch by inch. She was conscious of giving Randy a good view of what she was doing, as her mouth filled with this 13-year-old's stiff rod. Brad closed his eyes and opened his mouth slightly, as her lips found the base of his shaft, and her nose pressed into his pubic hair. Brenda began deep-throating him, and Brad could feel her tongue slide along the underside of his penis as she worked her mouth up and down his penis. Again, he was almost ready to lose his load, so she stopped sucking on him, and knelt down on the mattress on her hands and knees.
"Do it to me! Fuck me, Brad", she told him, and thrust her buttocks up in the air. The boy needed no further encouragement, and dropped to his knees behind her. He placed his wet penis at the entrance to her vagina and began shoving it in, eliciting a few gasps from Brenda. Gripping her hips, he moved into a rhythm and looked down to watch his stiff penis pounding in and out of her body. She reached between her legs and started playing with his testicles as he fucked her. Brad responded by involuntarily letting out a few guttural moaning noises from deep in his chest.
"OOOoooooohhh.....OOOOhh...", he groaned.
Randy focused the camcorder on the pair in the bedroom, feeling both very horny, and furious. It wasn't fair that Brad should get all the action just because he's a little older..! But getting this camera was a great idea!, he thought. He could blackmail Brad with this incriminating tape, or maybe he would just go around and show it to everyone anyway. Randy's hard penis created a big bulge in the front of his overalls, excited both by the thought of what he could do to Brad, and by the X-rated display going on in front of him. He couldn't believe Brenda's willingness to have sex - his eyes had almost popped out when he saw her slowly swallow the entire length of his brother's shaft, and give him a deep-throat blowjob.
Randy stared again through the viewfinder, making sure he was recording every instant of the activity within the room. He had an excellent view of Brad and Brenda in profile, their right sides facing him, doing it doggy style. No longer content with a wide shot of the two, he focused in on the grinding genitals, and the hand reaching between the two pairs of legs to fondle Brad's testicles. Brad's penis moved out, wet and glistening, then all the way back in, over and over, as he held onto her hips. Randy moved the camera up to his brother's face, which was slightly contorted with eyes half-closed, and then moved it down again to his jackhammering penis. Brad was moaning from deep in his throat, and started pumping faster. Brenda was moving back and forth to meet him with every thrust, slapping his thighs against her buttocks. Then she felt his testicles begin to tighten up, and his body convulse against hers.
Brad grunted, "UUUuuhh, UUUHHh, OOOOH.. AAAAHH!", and Randy watched him press his hips forward as he shot load after load deep into Brenda. Brad leaned backward after a moment, suddenly tired, and his penis came free with a vague slurping sound. He watched as some white semen dripped from her vaginal opening and plopped down onto the mattress.
Randy moved out to a wider shot again, and was wondering if that would be the end of it... when suddenly Brenda turned and looked straight at him! He quickly clicked off the camcorder and pushed it down the hall out of view, wondering what he should do. Fortunately, he'd been fast enough that Brad hadn't seen what he'd been doing, but what was Brenda's response going to be? He stood there in the doorway, unable to move, as she got up and walked over to him, her breasts bouncing and drips of Brad's semen running down her leg. She looked him in the eye - then her gaze moved down to his crotch, which bulged out impressively. Her hand moved to caress the bulge, which got even bigger, and the next thing Randy knew he was being kissed by the lips that had only minutes before been wrapped around his brother's penis. Brenda pulled him out of the doorway and into the room, as she grabbed at the snaps of his overalls.
Randy was in a daze as she pulled him into the bedroom and started undressing him. Brad looked on, a little embarrassed at having his brother turn up so suddenly, and a little put out that he was no longer being paid attention to. Off came Randy's overall straps, then his t-shirt. He found himself pushed up against a wall as his overalls were peeled away and his throbbing penis exposed. It wasn't just Brad's equipment that had grown larger in the last few months; Randy's penis was almost 5 inches in length, making it seem very large relative to his body size. He also had what seemed to be the early stages of some hair growth - a sparse region of fine brown hair just above his penis. Brenda licked his penis like a lollipop, and Randy was so overcome with the sensation that he lost his balance (his overalls, down around his ankles, didn't help matters) and he fell over onto the mattress. He grinned sheepishly, but was unable to get back up because Brenda had pounced on him like a wild cat and straddled his hips. She wasted no time; reaching down, she pulled Randy's penis from its horizontal position on his belly and pointed it straight up. She lowered herself down onto the boy's stiff poker and began bouncing up and down on top of him. Randy reached up to squeeze the soft globe-like breasts as they danced before him.
Brad had become very excited again watching the two have sex. He stepped up on either side of Randy's head and offered his erection, which Brenda eagerly took into her mouth. It was an incredible sensation having both boys' penises inside her at once; Brad's thrusts found the back of her throat as she continued sliding up and down the length of Randy's shaft. She could tell that the latter was close to orgasm, and increased her pace as Randy leaned back on his elbows and threw his head back.
"OOOOOOOoohh! AAaaaah!! Fuuuck! OOOOHH!", Randy said, and involuntarily thrust his hips up as he filled her with a half-dozen spurts of semen. Brad had become so aroused by the situation and the tongue action being afforded him, he couldn't hold back any longer. Brenda was holding him by the base of his penis, and felt it swell and throb as his first spurt hit the back of her throat. She pulled the penis from her mouth in time to catch the next shot on her lips. She stroked his penis as Brad sprayed the remainder of his load down onto Randy, who was still in the midst of his own orgasm. Brenda squeezed a last glob of semen from Brad's organ, which fell straight down and splashed onto Randy's face.
Yuck!, Randy thought as he got up, a little displeased with the fact that his chest and stomach were covered with puddles of semen. He wiped at the glob on his nose and cheek and gave Brad a distasteful look, who grinned back, clearly pleased with himself for what he'd done. I'll get you soon enough, thought Randy as he wiped himself off with a shirt from the clothes hamper.
At that moment, the doorbell rang downstairs. All three looked at each other, then scrambled to get into their clothes, which lay strewn randomly around the room. Randy was the first out of the room as Brenda and Brad returned the mattress to the lower bunk bed. Randy was answering the door as the two arrived downstairs; it was Brenda's boyfriend, Will.
Will was 16, with light brown hair. He stood half a head taller than Brad and outweighed him by 30 pounds.
"Hi! Is Brenda here?", he asked Randy, assuming he was the kid she was supposed to be babysitting.Randy gulped, hoping Will wouldn't somehow be able to tell he'd pumped her full of his seed just 5 minutes earlier, or Randy would probably end up in the morgue or something. He pointed over to where Brenda and Brad were coming down the stairs.
"Hi Will!" she said to him, betraying no sign of what had occurred between her and the boys. "Why don't you watch a movie on TV with us? Randy and Brad missed the film they were going to see."
"Well...okay," Will said, obviously disappointed that he wasn't going to be able to spend time alone with Brenda. Randy popped a tape into the VCR and took the leftmost seat on the couch. Brad sat down next to him, and then Will and Brenda. They settled back to enjoy the movie... but what appeared on the screen was a shot of Brenda on her hands and knees, her breasts swinging back and forth as she was being pounded from behind by a very hard dick. The camera moved up to reveal Brad's face as he fucked her doggie style. Will's eyes opened very wide, and he turned to stare at Brad with an unreadable expression on his face.
Brad's mouth dropped open as he registered the images on the screen. Immediately realizing who was responsible, he looked at Randy, who smiled back like the devil himself. If I live, I'll kill him for this, Brad promised himself.
Will grabbed Brad by the front of his shirt with both hands and yanked him from a seated position and onto his back. His hands moved toward the 13-year-old's neck as though to try and strangle him... but instead he pulled Brad's shirt up and began undoing the younger boy's pants... | 1 |
1,225 | What Wesley Needed | "Wes," Dr. Beverly Crusher called to her son, "before you go to bed, I'd like to talk to you."
Wesley came out of the bedroom dressed in the short pajama robe like his hero, Captain Jean Luc Picard, wore. "Sure, mom, what is it?"
Beverly patted the empty section of the sofa. Wes sat down beside his mother. Before Beverly could say another thing, the door chime sounded.
"Come," Beverly and Wes said in unison. Deanna Troi, the ship's counselor, entered.
"Ah, Deanna," Beverly said, "you're here. Good. Have a seat."
Deanna sat down in a chair across from mother and son. Wes wished he hadn't chosen this robe to wear tonight. He was painfully aware that it showed a bit too much and that it would easily expose his growing erection caused by the sight of the beautiful counselor.
"Wes," Beverly began, "the captain told me about the latest incident involving a science project."
Wesley's heart sank. The last incident had caused the Enterprise to come under attack by the nanites, microscopic robots that were used for medical purposes. Beverly had scolded him and revoked his holodeck privileges for a month after that incident.
"Mom, I didn't think that there was any danger..."
"That's right, young man," Beverly scolded him, "you didn't think. If that antimatter had come in contact with the bulkheads, we would not be here right now. It's lucky that Data discovered the programming error and corrected it."
"Yeah, mom," Wesley muttered. He was humiliated. Here he was, a fully grown man of sixteen, being scolded like a child in front of his love goddess, Deanna Troi. He fervently hoped that Deanna wasn't here because she had discovered some of his holodeck programs that were devoted to her.
Beverly threw up her hands. "I just don't know what to do with you, Wesley. I've scolded, revoked privileges, and even had Lieutenant Worf speak to you. Nothing seems to work. And now Deanna tells me that you have a few rather, uh, unusual programs for the holodeck."
Wesley's heart hit his stomach. He had been found out. Deanna had discovered his programs, Troi-Striptease 1-20.
"Uh, I never did anything..."
"It doesn't matter, Wesley. You invaded Deanna's privacy by allowing a holodeck recreation of her to do a striptease for your pleasure."
Wesley just hung his head. There was no defense here. He wondered what they were going to do. At worst, they would probably ship him back to Earth for some psychiatric counseling.
"Beverly," Deanna broke in, "can I talk to you privately for just a moment."
Beverly just shook her head at Wesley. "Sure, Deanna." The both walked into Beverly's bedroom. Wesley couldn't hear through the door what was being said. He hoped that he wouldn't be shipped back to Earth. He loved being aboard the Enterprise.
The door to the bedroom opened and both women came out. "Wesley," Beverly addressed her son, "Deanna has just made two very fine suggestions."
She again sat down by Wesley and Deanna took the opposite chair. "First, since your mind and body are forcing you into sexual maturity, Deanna has agreed to teach you some basic things. It seems that your fantasy has come true, Wesley. I can't say that I'm comfortable with your sexual awakening, but I trust Deanna to guide you through it."
Wesley couldn't believe his ears. He was going to get to have sex with Deanna. It was a dream come true.
"Second, Deanna has also told me about a method of punishment that her mother used to use on her. I don't like doing it, but I'm afraid that I have no choice."
Wesley chewed on his bottom lip as his mother got up and went to the replicator. He wondered what she was going to do. Not that it really mattered anyway, he was going to get laid no matter what happened.
Beverly closed her eyes and steeled herself. "Computer, one ping pong paddle made of mahogany and one centimeter in thickness. No covering, just plain wood."
Wesley stared in open-mouthed horror. His mother was going to spank him. She had never hit him before (unless one counted the slap across his mouth when she had been under the influence of Ambassador Sarek's degenerating emotional control brought on by Bendii Syndrome). That hadn't really been her fault. But now she was going to consciously take a paddle to his ass. It was embarrassing.
Beverly walked over to the sofa, paddle in hand, and sat down beside Wesley. She grabbed Wesley by the wrist and pulled him across her lap. It really hurt her to have to do this. She had never struck Wesley (well, she did once, but she hadn't had any control over her actions). She was as embarrassed as her son. It was humiliating for her to have to do this to Wesley, who should be well past the stage of needing corrective measures.
Wesley's face turned an instant shade of red as he felt her tossing up the bottom of his short robe and sliding down his underpants. He was very aware of Deanna's eyes upon him as he was being subjected to this humiliation.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Wesley felt the tears freely rolling down his face. His poor ass was in a lot of pain from the sting of the paddle. His mother, for someone who never spanked him before, was certainly wielding it with brutal efficiency.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Beverly was crying as much as her son. She hated the fact that she had to cause him pain in this fashion, but she also knew that it was a lesson that he sorely needed.
"Be strong, Beverly," Deanna said, "One last set and then it's done."
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Wesley bawled like a five-year-old. He was humiliated beyond all belief. He was crying and taking a spanking like a child. Worst of all, it was right in front of Deanna.
Deanna looked with satisfaction at Wesley's bright red ass. It was a tight and sexy ass, but she bet that it was a sore one now.
Beverly stopped her sniffling and let Wesley up. She paused a moment to dry her eyes. She then placed the paddle on top of the desk where Wesley would be sure to see it every day. Perhaps that would remind him of this experience. She hoped that she wouldn't ever have to do it again. "I'll be in Ten Forward for the next few hours," she said to Deanna. For one thing, she needed a drink. Secondly, it would give Deanna and Wesley time to... She stopped dwelling on that particular thought. She didn't like the thought of her son and her best friend having sex, but it really was a good way to teach Wesley some control. She quickly exited her quarters.
Deanna watched as Beverly left. She could sense that Wesley was embarrassed from his spanking and that Beverly was a bit perturbed about what was going to soon happen. She got up and moved over to the sofa. She began by massaging Wesley's tight buns in an effort to soothe some of the pain. Wesley stopped sobbing and began to take notice of the feminine touch on his sore backside. Soon his robe was on the floor and he was getting the best massage he had ever received. Deanna's fingers worked soothingly around his bottom and back. She even traveled down to his legs and worked the tension from them. The final act was to reach between his legs and gently rub his balls.
Deanna could easily pick up the emotional switch from pain and humiliation to sexual arousal. When her fingers began to caress his balls, she felt a jolt of instant titillation emanate from him. She knew that he was close to exploding his seed right into the cushions of the sofa. She gently rolled him over and took his hard cock into her mouth. It was like having a hot sausage in her mouth. It jerked and expanded many times. She gently rolled her tongue along the head of the sensitive cock. Wesley moaned in absolute pleasure.In under a minute, he exploded with such a force that the first two salvos of semen shot right to the back of her throat. She gulped noisily as he cried out in ecstasy. His cock continued to pump precious pearly precipitates of semen. His balls must have been loaded to the limit with semen. She figured that she had swallowed at least a quarter of a cup full of the salty juice. Either that, or this was his normal spending.
Wesley watched in fascination as the beautiful counselor gulped down every bit of his load without spilling a drop. He had once been given a blowjob by a willing young girl his age, but she had ended up with more on her chin and chest than she had swallowed. After that scene, she had refused to have anything to do with him. Oh well, it didn't matter. He was getting a good release now.
Deanna stood up and efficiently stripped out of her uniform. Wesley was transfixed by the sight. He stared at her womanly breasts and longed to kiss them. His eyes drifted down to the hairy patch of black hair that adorned her pussy. He could feel another erection beginning to grow. Deanna sensed his excitement at the sight of her naked body and turned around so he could see her bare ass. She knew that he stared at it any chance that he got, so she thought that he deserved a good show right now.
Wesley wept in gratitude at the sight of her sexy ass. He got up off of the sofa and crawled towards that piece of heaven. He planted kiss after kiss on the smooth skin. Deanna leaned forward and placed her hands on the table. Wesley followed the change in posture with growing excitement. Deanna spread her legs out to two shoulder-widths. Wesley's nostrils were suddenly filled with the musky scent of her wet pussy. He cautiously moved forward and began to lick at the wet opening.
Deanna moaned in pleasure as she felt his inexperienced but very satisfying tongue work all around her hungry lips. His tongue glided through the folds and suddenly brushed her clitoris. She jumped and moaned. He instantly drew back.
"Noooo," Deanna moaned. "That spot...keep licking at it."
Wesley returned to his place and began flickering his tongue across the small bump. He watched as her hips began to grind down upon his face and her body began to shake.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" Deanna's arms flailed about and knocked a vase and a few data pads off onto the floor. A huge orgasm overtook her with thunderous force. Her legs began to spasm and her mouth opened to let out a series of words and phrases that caused Wesley to blush, even as he continued to flick his tongue at that special bump.
Deanna flopped face down against the table. Her breasts crushed up like two pillows that had fallen to the floor. Since the table was glass, Wesley got a really good view of her breasts spreading out as they were pushed into the table. He stood up and began to push his rock-hard cock into her sopping pussy.
"No," she said and stood up. Wesley felt his cock being bent upwards and then it fell out of that wonderful hole. He almost yelled in frustration.
"Not here," Deanna turned to him and gave him a deep kiss. "I want to be in a bed for your first time."
Deanna led him to his room. She seductively crawled into the bed, giving him a good view of her bottom wiggling as she negotiated the soft mattress. She turned over and spread her legs. He crawled up between those twin towers that were pointed to the side. He maneuvered his body up so that his mouth came into contact with a hard nipple. He licked and sucked at that wonderful breast for quite a long time. He constantly switched back and forth between the two identical beauties. Deanna let him explore her breasts for about twenty minutes, then informed him that breasts weren't the only pleasures that she was offering him.
Wesley surged forward and let his own nipples come into contact with hers. He looked back between his legs and carefully oriented his cock to her pussy. He slowly pushed forward and felt her lips expand and flow around his rigid cock. It felt so wonderful. It was almost like the time he had replicated a mink glove and masturbated. This was much better, though. He felt the soft hairs of her pussy tickle his cock as it pushed forward to its limit. He felt his balls settle into the crack of her spread ass. He just lay there, drinking in the sensation of being inside a woman.
Deanna felt his cock penetrating her. He had a good thick cock, so her pussy was forced to stretch in order to accommodate his size. It felt sensational. She felt like a virgin as her lips were forced wider than they had been used to spreading. It was in no way uncomfortable, just tight. She felt his cock glide along her wet channel until he had stuffed it all into her. She let out a couple of gasps as her pussy was forced to accommodate his large cock. It was hard to believe that he was only sixteen. His cock was going to make many women happy over his lifetime.
Wesley began to slide his swollen cock in and out of her slick shaft. Data had described sex as being a warm sheath into which one ejaculates. It was nothing as cold as that. It was incredible. His sensations increased when Deanna began to caress his shoulders and invite his tongue into her own mouth. He felt her hard nipples pushing into his own skin as he lowered his mouth to hers. It was great. He didn't feel any of the urgency that he had felt when she had given him a blowjob. He felt in control and could take his time and enjoy this excellent screwing.
Deanna could feel his confidence in himself as she began to move her hips to match his movements. Her legs circled around the backs of his thighs and she let her heels come to rest in the natural openings of the backs of his shins. She ground her hips against his thrusts to increase his pleasure. She paused only for a moment to guide him a little further up her body so that his cock brushed against her clitoris on every thrust and withdrawal. She felt the beginnings of another major orgasm beginning to build.
Wesley felt her body beginning to quiver beneath him. He felt her hands go from a caress of his shoulders to scratching at his buns. There was still more than a little pain from his spanking, but when her fingernails began to rake across his reddened ass, it drove him into a universe of sexual excitement. He increased the speed of his thrusts. This, in turn, caused her tremors and scratching to become more violent. She barked out in passion as an orgasm swept her over a cliff of sexual bliss.
Wesley was beginning to feel his own explosion mounting. He switched his thoughts from the beauty that was beneath him to his starship navigation assignment. That helped. He was able to quell his own feelings of urgency and continued to thrust into her sopping pussy.
Deanna felt his emotions shift into a neutral area, but it didn't matter. She felt another tremendous wave of orgasmic pleasure hit her and she again cried out in glee. She repeated his name about fifty times as her body shook violently from the force of the orgasm.
Wesley felt great elation when she began calling out his name. He had done it. He had fucked a beautiful woman so thoroughly that she was calling out his name in passion. Too late did he realize that his thoughts had shifted from assignments back to this monumental fuck. He felt the orgasm that he had eluded come slamming back to him with incredible force. His thrusts became frenzied and he felt his balls begin to tighten up in anticipation. He forced himself to hold back for another minute. The longer he held it in, the greater the feeling would be when it finally forced itself out. He suddenly felt the head of his cock swell to enormous size and begin coating her womb with his seed.
Deanna felt his cock expand and begin glutting her pussy with his large load. She watched his face as his expression changed from one of extreme concentration to orgasmic bliss. He roared as his balls forced the liquid load out through the small opening in his cock. He began to pump even faster. She felt another wave hit her and she was carried over the edge right along with him.
When she regained her control, she noticed that he had collapsed on top of her and was unconscious. She left him in that position for a long time. She just reveled in the feeling of his body as it pressed against her flesh. She could feel his cock softening within her. She let it go completely limp before she gently rolled him over to his side of the bed. She put her arm over his hairless chest and laid her head upon it. Soon sleep overtook her.
Beverly came back from Ten Forward. She paused inside the doorway long enough to make sure that Deanna and Wesley were not doing anything any longer. She entered her cabin and immediately noticed the vase and data pads on the floor. Had they made love right on the table? No, there was no sticky wetness on it. She wondered what had happened.
She passed Wesley's door and stopped. Should she? Yes, she thought that it might be advisable. She let the door slide open and she spied the two lovers laying side by side. Both were asleep. She saw that Deanna's pussy was still leaking her son's spendings. She saw the huge deposits that had pooled on her inner thigh and had begun to run down her leg and into the sheets. She knew from the reports on Wesley's physicals that he had the same condition that his father had been blessed with. He shot an enormous load. She remembered that she and Jack had wanted to avoid having children for a few years. Jack's enormous load had finally broken through her protection and had left Wesley firmly implanted inside her.She hoped that the extra booster she had given Deanna would be sufficient. She looked at her naked son. He had a huge penis. She had always allowed Dr. Selar to examine him out of respect for his privacy. She wished she had known sooner; she wouldn't have needed Deanna's help in this. Oh well, perhaps tomorrow night she would teach Wesley a few tricks herself. | 2 |
1,226 | The Taking of Troi | "Computer, estimate time to arrival at Rigas 7?"
"Estimated time to Rigas 7 is 12 hours, 13 minutes, 37 seconds at current speed and heading."
Wonderful, sighed Deanna Troi, twelve more hours of boredom alone in a scuttlecraft, and then I begin the ultimate in boredom, a Starfleet counselors' professional development conference. She grimaced and spoke again, "Computer, list available..."
Suddenly Troi stopped speaking; she felt something, a telepathic tingling of growing intensity. Something was wrong, she thought.
"Computer, scan sector. Is there anything there?"
" Scanning. Negative signs... correction.. sensors indicate a D-7 class battlecruiser uncloaking 1200 kilometers off port. Do you wish to open hailing frequency?"
But Troi was no longer listening, for by now the tingling had become overwhelming. It was like a malevolent presence running amok inside her head. Never had she felt anything with the intensity of this. Instinctively gripping her head with both her hands, she struggled to make sense of it as the lights in the scuttlecraft blinked and disappeared, the result of a carefully aimed shot with a ship's phaser set on low power. With the scuttle's shields down, it was only a millisecond before the transporter beam locked on the struggling counselor.
As she materialized on the attacking ship, Troi was struck an almost physical blow as the intensity of the psychic sensation which had affected her on the scuttle increased a hundred times. She could not think. The sensations flooding into her mind simply overwhelmed her. The sensations were, she realized, directed at her specifically; it was composed partly of intense lust - the kind of lust she had so frequently experienced in the brief unguarded thoughts of a crewmember fantasizing about her. But here the sensation was multiplied a thousand times over and mixed with raw hatred to become a monster tearing at her mind. With great difficulty, she forced herself to discipline her mind's portal, to attempt to shut out the horrible feelings which were flooding into her open mind. While she could not close her mind to this horror, she could and did slow down the torrent of horrible feelings- feelings of pain and lust- flooding her mind. Slowly, Troi regained enough control to become aware of her surroundings.
What she saw was as terrifying as the sensations filling her mind. She saw that she was in a strange ship though the surroundings were familiar enough for her to recognize them as the mess deck of a Klingon warship. The smell was unmistakable. All around her were Klingons clad in their familiar black syntholeather, glaring at her with an intensity which was as frightening as the sensations of desire and hatred she sensed emanating from these men. There were dozens of them surrounding her silently, motionless except for the uniform hand movements as each man stroked his exposed cock. She was overwhelmed by the crude maleness of their urges and knew instinctively what they wanted of her.
"NO", She screamed, "YOU CANNOT DO THIS!"
Troi's natural haughtiness and the impetuous tone of her command served only to enflame the collected male Klingons. Aroused by her resistance, they were in no mood to listen to her pleas. They advanced upon the defiant woman. Two of them grabbed her arms and twisted them painfully behind her back to force her to hold her still as another used his long knife to cut her Starfleet tunic. Troi's brown eyes widened in fear as the tip of the oddly shaped blade invaded the counselor's low cleavage to rest in the deep valley between her breasts. The pink, very feminine garment opened easily at a touch of the long, sharp blade as the Klingon ran the knife down Troi's torso. Since she wore no bra, two large breasts jumped into view, the red nipples erect from her fear. Her heavy cone-shaped breasts swayed as she struggled against the men, further enflaming them. The Klingon kept cutting the pink fabric, his blade traveling just above her flat, trembling stomach to her crotch. With a double slash to cut first her pants and then her panties, her dark bush was revealed to the watching Klingon warriors. Thick cunt hair covered her vagina, hiding it- for the moment- from the hungry eyes of the Klingons. In their haste they had left the shreds of the tunic around her shoulders and back; they, and her shoes, were the only covering they left the cowering woman as they stripped her of her pride and self-assurance along with her clothing. Each time Deanna felt the cold of the knife, a spasm of fear cut through her. She shivered, moaning and flinching as the cold steel cut away her uniform to expose her slender, athletic body. One Klingon grabbed her left leg in his powerful hands and pulled it open to reveal her hair-covered cunt, her prominent clitoris and the thick, reddish outer lips of her cunt clearly visible through the dark forest of her cunt hair. The reality of her powerlessness as well as the terrifying way they had stripped her filled the once proud Deanna with fear as well as shame. She felt so very helpless as she struggled against the Klingons' strong hands. Never had she felt so powerless. It was a new sensation for the haughty Starfleet officer. Accustomed to holding the upper hand by virtue of her telepathic powers, her new helplessness filled her with terror as she realized finally how much at the Klingons' mercy she was. Unfortunately, she knew that there was no mercy to be expected from Klingons. Only murmurs of "'IH" from the lips of the watching men as they pawed her now nude body.
"NO!..I WILL NOT...NO..I FORBID IT...YOU CANNOT........LEAVE ME ALONE YOU YOU ..ARE ..Ha"Dlbah!..ANIMALS!...Ha"Dlbah!.YOU..ARENUCH!..NO, LEAVE ME ALONE!"
"BLJATH" E" YLMEV BE'!" ordered the largest of the men.
At this order, another man picked up her shredded panties and stuffed them into her screaming mouth; then, as another man held her head still by gripping her long, dark hair in his fists, he secured the shredded panties in her mouth by using a strip of her destroyed uniform tied around her frantically shaking head. In a second the furious but now panic-stricken Troi had her arms also secured together behind her back with unbreakable plastic ties at her wrists and at her elbows. Then the males stood back to admire their handiwork. Deanna was left standing at the center of a circle of huge Klingon males with her hands tied and gagged with her own panties, spreading a faint taste of her own sex through her mouth. She was literally stamping her feet- her limbs left unbound- in fear and frustration. Her long dark hair flew around her face as she turned first one way then another in desperate search for a nonexistent escape. Her breasts swayed with each turn, their weight keeping them in constant motion; her large, brown eyes pleaded silently with the Klingons surrounding her.
Then the apparent leader, the man who had ordered her gagged, picked her up in his muscular arms. He held her there with her feet above the deck as he stared into her pleading eyes where a mixture of fear and anger were clearly visible. He laughed in her face, and then casually tossed her onto one of the mess tables. Stunned, Deanna lay sprawled on the cold metal, her vagina open and vulnerable. Still laughing, the Klingon followed the helpless woman onto the table, pinning her legs with his own as he searched for her cunt with his long, ridged cock.
Under normal circumstances, Deanna Troi's femaleness would have responded instinctively to the overwhelming maleness of the Klingon. Now that instinctive response was overwhelmed by the fear she felt as the Klingon's cock forced its way inside her cunt. The shock of the physical assault weakened her mental defenses, allowing a new flood of sensations into her mind, raping Troi mentally as well as physically.
She tried to protest through the gag, producing a muffled: "AHHH!...NOOOO!.......PLEASEEE...STOP...NOOO!"
Tears streamed from her wide, almond-shaped eyes as the long ridged cock filled her dry vagina painfully. Trapped against the table, Troi could only stare up at the grinning face of her attacker as he filled her mind with his overwhelming lust, impaling her on his rigid cock. Her body shook with the force of his thrusts; they made her cone-shaped breasts move in a circle. Mindless sounds of fear and suffering escaped her gagged mouth as Deanna lay there on the table suffering under the brutal assault of the tall, muscular Klingon.
"Ohh...ummm..umm..ahh...nooo...ahh!...pleaseee...umhhh..."
The huge Klingon ignored her pleas, mindlessly chanting "JEGH. BE'" as he beat her into submission with his cock.Deanna could see no alternative to the surrender he demanded; she could hardly breathe with the pounding the Klingon was giving her. Her cunt was being stretched beyond anything she had ever experienced. The Klingon Leader's cock filled her, forcing the breath - almost the life - out of her. The feeling of his cock battering its way through her uterus seemed to Deanna's fevered mind to join with the sensations flooding her mind - feelings of impalement, of his cock tearing her apart. She tried to relax herself to accommodate the huge invader, but to no avail. The mental and physical agony seemed to go on forever for the trapped Starfleet officer. Finally, Deanna felt his cum, a flood of hot liquid filling her with his seed. With an infinite feeling of relief, Deanna sensed him withdrawing his still hard cock from her abused cunt. Slowly, his weight left her.
Deanna's relief was short-lived. As soon as the first attacker had left her, another Klingon pressed her against the table and entered her cum-soaked, open cunt. More feelings of hate and lust from the new male attacker filled her confused mind as soon as his large Klingon cock entered her. He fucked her brutally - in the Klingon manner. But his rape was cruel even by his people's standards. He thrust his cock into her as if he meant to stab her through her heart with his cock, venting his hatred of the Federation into this one woman's body. Deanna was sure that he was tearing her insides to pieces, shredding the lining of her cunt despite the lubrication of the first Klingon's cum. Because of that cum, the Klingon's cock was making loud and wet, squishy sounds as he plowed into her open sex, embarrassing the reserved Deanna even now with the sheer sluttiness of the sound. Harder and harder he fucked the helpless Troi. Finally, he lifted Troi in his muscular arms, holding her suspended on his cock. Using his immense strength, he moved her up and down on his cock, letting her own weight drive his cock into the moaning woman. Deanna tried to wrap her legs around him to keep herself from being split in two by his cock. Despite her attempts at resistance, he filled her with his cock, using her cunt like a fist to masturbate himself with the helpless Betazoid. Screaming, her breasts flying from the force of his fucking, Troi was impaled upon the Klingon's cock as the others cheered. When he too was finished and had filled her with his huge load of cum, he threw her back onto the table and the cock of the next Klingon.
Again and again a Klingon cock filled her cunt as changing sensations of her attackers' hate and lust filled her mind. Soon the exhausted Troi lay on the table, her cunt open and dripping streams of thick, Klingon cum onto the tabletop. Her eyes glazed and confused, she could only moan in pain and humiliation, overwhelmed by the repeated rapes. Her attacker paused only for a moment to explore her stretched, cum-sloppy cunt with his large hand before choosing her still virgin asshole instead. He flipped her over onto her stomach and pried her asscheeks apart with his huge hands to stare at the tiny star of her asshole. Then, to the cheers of his companions, he used his thumbs to open that tiny hole and force the large, blunt head of his cock into that tiny opening. As Troi screamed, he forced himself into her ass channel inch by painful inch until his large cock was halfway into her. Troi's mind was overwhelmed by the pain, it seemed as if a cock the size of a proton torpedo was forcing its way inside her, tearing her apart. The Klingon forced himself further into her ass channel, opening her asshole to fit his arm-sized cock. She felt the wiry hair of his crotch press against her asscheeks. He was totally inside her now; Troi could not believe that his huge cock was inside her tiny asshole even though the intense pain of her stretched asshole told her differently. He was filling her, making it difficult to even breathe, especially with the gag still in her mouth. As she desperately gasped for breath, another Klingon tore the strips of cloth from her face, allowing Troi to spit out the gag and suck in a lungful of air. Unfortunately, as she opened her mouth to breathe, a large erect cock forced its way in. Troi initially gagged on the Klingon's cock. He grabbed her hair and jerked her head back to open a passage for his cock, forcing her mouth open as he pushed his cock deeper into her, the head of his cock battering against the opening of her throat. The two Klingons worked in tandem. As one impaled her ass, the other Klingon thrust into her painfully open mouth, trapping her between them and simultaneously subjecting her to the overwhelmingly obscene thoughts coming from both their minds. Troi could not resist; she could only lie between the two Klingons, battered physically and mentally, cum already dripping in streams out of her raped vagina.
After the first pair had deposited their thick loads of warm, gray cum in her open mouth and asshole and withdrawn, a second pair of attackers took their places. Deanna could feel the slimy cum coating her throat and burning the taste buds in her mouth. Her face was forced into the new Klingon's crotch, gagging her as his large cock filled her mouth. Her anal passage burned with a fire stoked by the pounding she was receiving from the Klingons sodomizing her. Klingons only knew one way to fuck, she thought helplessly; their idea of sex differed from their concept of battle only in their choice of weapons. Through it all, her big, brown eyes could only stare hopelessly into the Klingon's hairy crotch as he used her long dark hair to control her, fucking her face as if it were a Klingon cunt. Her thick, red lips were stretched and stained redder than ever with her own blood as a result of the battering he was giving her face. The waiting Klingons could actually see the head of his cock moving down her throat, expanding it cruelly and making the soft white skin bulge as it forced its way down her gullet. She felt other hands now; hands running over her breasts and weighing them, squeezing them, even trying to crush them with strong, callused fingers as their companions raped her two open, cum-dripping holes. Throughout it all, feelings of hate and lust flooded her mind as she was literally split wide open by the Klingons' cocks filling her body.
As the Klingon using Troi's mouth delighted in the wet, caresses of her tongue on the underside of his cock and the pressure of her throat on his cockhead, his companion enjoyed the tightness of Troi's ass. Now, after several sodomizations and the coating of her ass chute with their cum, her back passage was slick and open - though still far smaller than the width of the cocks plundering her nether hole. The males howled their war cries as they rutted into her captive body, trapping it between their thrusts as Troi screamed and moaned helplessly under them.
As the others enjoyed the body of the captive Federation Officer, the erstwhile leader of the Klingons stood to the side swilling a Romulan ale, the second benefit of this job to his mind. He watched carefully to ensure that no one ran amok, as rutting Klingons were wont to do. The sight of her helpless body being impaled by two cocks caused his cock to stir again. He stared transfixed at her face, covered as it was with cum. Her eyes found his, pleading for help. He smiled at the begging eyes, enjoying the sight of the proud officer's degradation and shouting encouragement as the Klingon raping her mouth used her long, cum-specked hair to pull her face onto his cock, driving her face into his cock hair. As Troi suffocated in the wiry forest, the second Klingon drove her face even deeper into the Klingon's crotch by slamming harder and harder into her open ass.
Klingon after Klingon attacked her soft white body, repeatedly using her asshole, her cunt, and her mouth while still others pawed her nude body. All three holes dripped streams of cum as she lay there helplessly under their attacks. Her stomach was full of the foul-tasting scum which she had been forced to gag down in order to breathe. Her lips and chin were covered with it and it coated her mouth, making the strong, feral taste of Klingon cum an overwhelming part of her consciousness. Rivers of the gray stuff ran from her open cunt and asshole and down her legs to collect on the cold metal mess table. Deanna lost all concept of time; she could only concentrate on trying to endure as she was assaulted mentally and physically by countless males. To her fevered mind, the attack seemed to go on forever. She passed in and out of consciousness, floating in a sea of cum and pain until suddenly she realized that the cocks were no longer inside her. They had finished with her. Gratefully, she drifted off into a senseless sleep.
But she was not allowed to sleep. A foot was pressing against her swollen, sore cunt, and a voice tried to penetrate her dazed mind. A female voice.
"Wake up you Betazoid slut! I want you to see what is going to happen."
Troi painfully opened her eyes to see a mirage. "Yar," she thought out loud, "no, it cannot be you; you're dead."
"No, Slut! I am not Yar, and I am not dead! Though soon all your friends on the Enterprise will be dead."
Troi slowly realized that the woman before her was Sela, Yar's half-Romulan daughter. The same slender but muscular body and the same fine blonde hair she had found so fascinating about her mother, but with the pointed ears and hard eyes of the Romulan soldier.
"What do you mean? What about the Enterprise?"
"It is coming here... to save you, slut. Only there will be a surprise waiting for it. Four of our cloaked warships waiting just inside the border to destroy it when it crosses over into our territory looking for their poor kidnapped counselor."
"They know I'm here?" Troi asked, her mind confused even though she could sense no deception in the woman's mocking words.
"Oh, they will soon. We've sent the signal. I'll show it to you on the monitor later."It's a recording of your rape by the Federation-hating Klingon renegades who make up this crew. The losers in their civil war, thanks to the Enterprise. That interesting sight should bring Picard running, don't you think? Even though he'll know that the signal comes from inside the Neutral Zone, he'll still feel compelled to come, won't he. It's that damned sense of compassion you humanoids have, isn't it.
Troi knew that the Romulan was not lying. The Enterprise was going to be lured into a trap because of her. And worse, she realized, her friends on the Enterprise would see her rape. The sense of humiliation that came over her as she realized that made her body shudder.
"Now, while we wait, let's have a good time. You know the Duras sisters, I believe - Lursa and B'Etor. I didn't want them in our little video, but there's no reason they cannot have their fun now. Is there, lovers?"
Lursa - the elder sister - used her foot to turn Troi on her back. She straddled the cowering woman as Lursa unzipped the syntholeather crotch piece from her black uniform, exposing her hairy cunt to Troi's fearful gaze. Slowly, she sat down, her cunt hair covering Troi's face as she ordered, "EAT ME, YOU FEDERATION WHORE!"
Sela kissed the taller, more muscular B'Etor, and then knelt by Troi's legs.
"Did you realize that the Federation English word for happiness and the Klingon word for torture are spelled the same - J.O.Y.? Oh, of course you did; you Betazoids know everything, don't you. Well, do you know what a Klingon pain stick feels like?"
As she finished speaking, the Romulan put the end of the metal cylinder to Troi's abused cunt and triggered it. Despite the weight of the Klingon woman sitting on her face, Troi's body arched upward, nearly throwing Lursa off her.
"AWHHHH.....OHHHHH!", Troi screamed.
"NOW YOU SLUT, EAT HER! HARD... DO IT HARD..BITE HER SLUT!"
Frantically, Deanna reached out with her tongue to lap at the hairy, strong-smelling cunt of the Klingon, searching for the little finger-size clit which she knew was hidden in the hair. Quickly, she found it, and set about caressing it with the flat of her tongue, all the while trying to ignore the strong, almost feral, taste and stink emanating from the cunt of the big Klingon woman. As Troi serviced her sister, B'Etor positioned herself behind Lursa. She used the fingers on one hand to spread Troi's cum-encrusted, swollen cunt lips. Slowly she inserted the fingers of her other hand, spreading the red lips with increasing force until her whole hand - covered in a fingerless, black glove with large metal studs - was inside the Betazoid's once small cunt opening. With an evil smile, B'Etor formed her large hand into a fist and, using her strong arm muscles, began to piston her fist back and forth inside Troi. In a moment, she was fisting the captive Starfleet Officer with all her considerable strength, making Troi's smooth stomach bulge with each awful punch as the fist shredded the remains of her womb. The watching Sela stared at the dual, lesbian rape. Then she slowly traced the tip of the pain stick up Deanna's torso to the erect, elongated nipple of her left breast.
"I said BITE HER CLIT, YOU BITCH! Klingons like it rough!", sneered the blonde Romulan as she pressed the pain stick deep into the woman's breast and pressed the "on" button.
"Captain, We have a message arriving with Counselor Troi's prefix."
"Very well, Mr. Worf. Probably wants to tell us how much fun she is having at her conference. Put it on viewscreen.", replied the Captain in a resigned voice.
In an instant a bigger-than-life Troi occupied the viewscreen. The nude woman had obviously been gang-raped; she seemed to be dripping great streams of cum out of all three of her holes. Troi was surrounded by a forest of erect cocks jutting out of black uniforms - Klingon cocks. The only sounds were the Klingon sounds of lust - low and deep - and the counselor's faint moans as she gagged on a huge, Klingon cock. Her face clearly conveyed the agony and degradation she was experiencing, an impression increased as the camera panned in until the counselor's cum-smeared, bruised, cock-filled face filled the wide screen, her huge brown eyes pleading with them for help.
"Captain", said Commander Data, "This does not appear to be a Starfleet conference."
"I can see that, Mr. Data! Thank you for again stating the obvious!", grunted the annoyed Captain as he tugged at his uniform jacket. "What can you tell me that I cannot see for myself?"
"The transmission is coming from INSIDE the Neutral Zone, Sir."
"Hmm. Captain!", Shouted the horrified Commander Riker, "We must do something!"
"Quite Right, Number One." Said Picard, "Make a note. No more long trips in shuttlecraft. Everytime someone does that, this is the sort of thing that happens. Romulans kidnapping people, the time continuum getting screwed up... I wouldn't stand for it any longer."
"But Sir..Deanna?"
"Oh, her!" mused Picard, "Well Number One, I always found her very... annoying; never liked her. Always droning on about "I sense no deception" and such dribble. Useless... And that Mother of hers! She's certainly not worth risking war over. Leave her where she is. It looks as if she has finally found a position which suits her." | 2 |
1,229 | Star Trek - The Nude Generation | "Captain's Log - stardate 42193.2. We are currently en route to the Smegma system where we have a scheduled rendezvous with the Star Cruiser Rocksoff. There, we will be taking aboard Mrs. Coxonna Try and Dr. Leah Brahms who are both returning to Starbase 69."
Meanwhile, Chestly Crusher is alone in his mother's quarters browsing through the latest issue of 'Girls Over 40'. "Oooooh," he moans as his self-service intensifies. His stroking becomes faster, his grip tighter, his member rock-hard. Suddenly an intense rush of pleasure sweeps over him... as does a stream of his cum. "Yuck! Damn! I can't believe I did that again." Wiping himself off with his mother's towel, he stows the magazine under his bed. He finds himself exhausted and lays down to rest.
Ten-Forward is relatively quiet. Guynone is behind the bar having a philosophical conversation with Whoref. "What I'm saying, Whoref, is that I just don't feel attracted to men." He moves back slightly on his stool, "I don't understand. That is unnatural. There must be something wrong with you." Guynone recognizes the emphasis placed on "wrong."
"Listen, Whoref, don't be so quick to judge what you don't understand. I realize you Klingons consider yourselves the 'Studs' of the galaxy, but some species prefer a soft touch to the hard, barbaric pounding you have to offer."
"You wouldn't know anything about what I have to offer!" Whoref snaps back. During his rebuttal, Whoref pulls down the lower portion of his uniform, revealing the extent of his Klingon heritage. Guynone's eyes bulge out of their sockets. "Damn!" she says, "Seeing that reminds me of 'The Color Purple'!"
"Hot Chocolate," Doyouwanna's voice coos at the replicator in her cabin. Her patient, a newly acquired Ensign, sits nervously.
Doyouwanna slides back into her chair, cupping the warmth of her drink. "Now, Ensign Onya, I sense a great need inside you," she begins. The young girl lifts her head. She is shy and quite beautiful. "Oh no, Doyouwanna, there is nothing inside me now. I took it out before our appointment."
Doyouwanna smiles at the girl's naivete. "What I meant was that I get the feeling you desire something you've never had before." The Ensign's eyes immediately break contact from Doyouwanna's. "Oh God, she knows!" Onya thought to herself.
Without another word, Doyouwanna slips out of her chair, moving towards the Ensign. Before Onya can blink, Doyouwanna is kneeling in front of her. Her body feels charged with energy as Counselor Try strokes her creamy thighs. "You're very beautiful," Doyouwanna's voice causes a shiver up Onya's back. "Relax, I won't hurt you."
Without thinking, Ensign Onya begins to disrobe. Her innocent blue eyes sparkle off her milk-white skin. Her breasts break free of the snug Starfleet uniform and into Doyouwanna's mouth, causing an instant moan.
Ensign Onya sprawls back onto the couch, now completely naked. The Counselor begins the Betazoid tongue taste test between Onya's legs. Her love box is completely wet and ready, but Doyouwanna is making her wait. The inexperienced Ensign begins to buck in anticipation as Doyouwanna's fingers move up and down her inner thighs, each time as if they might make contact with her vagina, but veering away at the last moment.
Finally, the Counselor's fingers make contact with Onya's clitoris. At first, the Ensign is thrusting wildly, but she soon engages a rhythmic motion like a well-oiled machine. Onya's shy, timid nature is unapparent as her moans turn to screams of pleasure. "Oh, YES! YES! HARDER! MORE!" The ship's computer responds, "Please restate request." "FUCK ME YOU HOT BITCH! AHHH OHHHHHH!"
The turbolift was pungent with the smell of forbidden lust. Captain Dickhard and Commander Rideher stepped in. Rideher took a deep breath. He did everything deep. Dickhard was mildly upset at the odor. "When are these people going to stop using the turbolift for quick encounters? This ship is the size of a country, and yet people still want to 'do it' in the elevator!" "I think, sir," Rideher interjects, "that they all want to join the 'Billion Mile High' club." Dickhard's brow rises, "That's no excuse." The doors opened onto the bridge, and the two step out.
"Status, Master Beta," Dickhard beckons. Master Beta responds instantly with a clear, pleasant tone. "I am equipped with a 12-inch penis designed for maximum pleasure and penetration. My testicles are modeled after..." "Enough, Beta! I was referring to the status on board this ship." Dickhard was more aggravated now. Master Beta twitched his head in thought and began again. "Sorry, sir. The status on board the ship is normal. A breakdown of recent activity reveals 1024 persons aboard ship. 893 were participating in some sort of sexual encounter. 501 involved vaginal penetration, 356 were oral, 28 were anal, 7 were masturbation, 1 was with a house pet. Of the humanoid encounters, 445 were with members of the opposite sex and 125 homosexual..." "BETA! Please!" Dickhard was now beyond aggravated, he was downright horny!
"What's this?" Chief O'Guyin looks up at his new wife serving breakfast for the first time. "Sushi" was the innocent reply. "Oh, God Kinko, if I wanted to smell raw fish in the morning, I'd stick my head between your legs!" "Miles!" her tone rose slightly. "OK, OK," Miles calmed down, "I'll eat it." Before Kinko could blink in apology, her pants came ripping off, and she was tossed backwards onto their dining table. O'Guyin's tongue 'fished' its way in and out of the oriental love slit, sending Kinko into a blinding ecstasy. So intense was the feeling that she knocked over her bowl of rice. The sensation emanating from her pussy sent shivers up her entire body like waves of electricity. She grabbed her husband's head as it bobbed up and down, making sure he wouldn't stop. She began to moan softly, "oooooh." The pleasure intensified her voice steadily until it reached a feverish pitch, "OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH, UH, UH, UH, UH" her orgasm jolted her body in spasms. Her hands, now gripping tight around her husband's head, sent it up and down with her pumping hips. Unfortunately for Chief O'Guyin, this meant his face was smashing into the edge of their table. "OW, OW, OW, OW" he grunted. It was over as quickly as it started.
Kinko relaxed, and a calm swept over her body as she sighed in satisfaction. Chief O'Guying was holding his chin, looking in the medicine cabinet. "Kinko?..." Miles waited for a response. "Ummm" was the only sound she could mutter. "I've got to get to my post. I'll see you later, darling." He kissed her forehead. As he was almost out the door, he turned, "You know I've always wondered why I'm hungry an hour after I eat you?"
Holodeck 3 looked like an engineering lab. Lieutenant Geordi TheLarge was conversing with his female-generated image. "Dr. Brahms, we are in a crisis situation, I need your help." "No, Geordi," the voice was soft and inviting, "What you mean is that I'm a tramp meant to serve as your personal sex slave. To perform whatever disgusting, perverted act your filthy mind can dream up. To submit my young, perfect body to your need for flesh... Right!" Geordi responded innocently, "Well, that's another way to put it." The holodeck creation then blinked her lashes over her beautiful round, dark eyes. Her lips revealed a smile. The kind that causes an instant hard-on, and it did. "God," he said out loud to himself, "to think I'm actually going to meat... I mean meet you. Exit!" The holodeck door revealed itself like reality cutting into a dream. Geordi walked out, hoping the bulge between his legs would subside quickly.
"We have reached our destination, Captain." Beta's voice was neutral as usual. "Thank you, Master Beta, hold position." Dickhard touched his communicator located directly over his genitals. "Bridge to transporter room, are we ready to beam the passengers over?" "Uh, Ow! Stop trying to pull, it's stuck!" came the reply to a bewildered Captain Dickhard."Is everything all right, Chief O'Guyin?"
"Uh, sorry..." a grunting sound accompanied the words. "We are ready, sir. AHHHHHHHH!" Rideher interrupts, "What the hell is going on down there!?"
"Sorry, Commander. My wife was just visiting me. Kinko dear, please take the anal intruder kit back to our room, I've got work to do. Don't worry, we'll get it out later."
Captain Dickhard was feeling unusually frustrated as he turned to Commander Rideher. "Not only do I have to put up with Mrs. Try being aboard," he spoke softly, "but my transporter officer is on duty with a dildo up his ass! My God, Will, I feel like I'm losing respect." "Oh, don't worry, sir," Rideher comforted, "we'll still respect you in the morning."
The familiar hum of the transporter preceded the sparkling materialization of three figures. Mrs. Coxonna Try stood out because of the Betazoid tradition of travelling naked. Mr. Hung, her personal manservant, towered almost to the transporter ceiling. He, however, was not naked. Neither was Dr. Leah Brahms, a super-intelligent (and a superbly shaped) engineer. She was just stepping off the transporter when Geordi TheLarge entered the room. "Dr. Brahms, welcome aboard the Enter-Prize, I'm Lieutenant Commander Geordi TheLarge," he said cordially as he extended his hand. Unbeknownst to everyone except Geordi, something else had also extended itself.
The doorway parted again, and in walked Doyouwanna. "Greetings, mother, how are you?" Coxonna stepped off the pad exuberantly, hugging her daughter. "Oh, I'm just wonderful, dear. Now, where is that cute Captain of yours?" her eyes darted about the room. "Please, mother, Captain Dickhard is very busy. I'm sure he'll welcome you aboard later." Coxonna smiled as her eyes widened, "And I will reciprocate by welcoming him aboard my vessel, too!"
Captain Dickhard had just slipped on his white satin robe when the door sounded. He responded commandingly as usual, "Come." Dr. Cleverly Crusher entered. "Good morning, Long-Luc, how are you?" Her tone was so pleasant that the Captain actually felt better, even though he hadn't felt bad before. They both stood for a long moment, each immersed in their own thoughts about the other.
Cleverly's long, reddish hair swirled ever so slightly around her shoulders. Its texture looked as soft as silk, and it was. The zipper on her shirt was at its lowest possible position, revealing two soft, ripe mounds pressing hard against each other. The line between them was almost more inviting than the breasts themselves. Her waist curved like an hourglass, her hips rounded and continued onto legs that any man would die to have strapped around him.
Even though Long-Luc had only recently woken up, his appearance was more than acceptable to Cleverly. After all, there was no hair to mess up. His head reminded her of the tip of a penis. And what a penis he had. It had gone where no one had gone before, over and over. But it was more than his body that turned her on. More than his firm but soft chest. More than his tight, French butt. It was his gestures, his attitude, his very controlling nature that showed through his face. And this was Sunday morning... time for their weekly ritual.
Long-Luc poured the Earl Grey tea as Cleverly licked a Danish. It was obviously an erotic gesture designed to excite Long-Luc. He seemed not to notice, but Cleverly knew better. She began the conversation, "You've been a naughty boy, Long-Luc." His eyes looked up from his tea, but his mouth was still pressed against the rim. "How so?" Cleverly smiled with the face of an angel. She reached to her side with speed faster than warp 9. Her smile remained the same as she produced a black whip. Captain Dickhard's eyes widened. Still in his robe, he pushed out his chair with a single body motion. The teacup was hastily placed on the saucer as he turned to run. Cleverly was already standing near the door. Long-Luc dashed for the bathroom but collapsed without warning. Cleverly moved forward leisurely, almost sauntering. "I spiked your tea, Captain," two quick giggles followed. Her soft smile faded to a look rivaling Hitler's. She stood over the Captain like a conqueror while calling into the air, "Computer, open cabinet 'C'." The cabinet door slid aside, revealing a myriad of masochistic paraphernalia. Everything from leather underwear to spiked bracelets was represented. Captain Dickhard was sleeping like a tranquillized animal.
When he awoke, he was bound to his bed, adorned in the accoutrements of cabinet 'C'. His robe now gone, he was dressed all in black leather. Spiked bracelets bound his legs and arms to secure points with chains. Leather underwear may have been uncomfortable, but it was covering his genitals. A two-inch thick spiked necklace completed the package.
Cleverly stood over him, herself dolled up in a leather outfit. The only difference besides the items was the texture. Long-Luc's were thick and hard. Cleverly wore soft, thin leather. Her high black boots complemented her long legs. She wore blue leather shorts with a blue top that encircled her breasts, allowing them to show completely. Black leather gloves covered her hands, one of which was still holding the whip. She glanced down lovingly at Long-Luc. Her breath was full and slow, allowing her full, round breasts to heave in a motion that would drive half the galaxy wild.
"Don't worry, Captain," she comforted, "this won't hurt a bit." A pause followed as she brought forth a whip. "Ha!" she completed her thought, "Like hell it won't!" The sharp sound of leather cracking echoed through the cabin like a bullet.
"What is it, Master Beta?" Rideher stood motionless, staring at the main viewscreen. "It is a disabled Borg scout ship, Sir. There is one Borg alive, four others have ceased functioning." Rideher thought for a moment. "Ensign Douche - continue scanning for any Borg rescue ships. Whoref - you will be part of my away team. Master Beta - you have the bridge. Mr. Crusher - maintain standard orbit... and put that magazine away!"
Rideher tapped his communicator as he and Whoref rode the turbolift. "Dr. Crusher to transporter room three."
Long Luc's cabin was dark with a purple mist in the air. The mist was an Andorian aphrodisiac made especially for sado-masochists. As soon as she heard Rideher's voice, Cleverly's head snapped up as if someone had sneaked up behind her. Her hair tossed elegantly, revealing a beautiful, but somewhat sinister face. She was panting, and not without reason. She sighed in disappointment, then dismounted Captain Dickhard. "Damn, I was almost there," she whispered aloud as she rushed to put her Starfleet uniform on. Dashing to the bathroom for a moment to check for marks and brush her hair was all she needed to do before leaving. At the cabin door, she turned to the Captain, still chained to the bed, "Don't go away," a snigger followed as she proceeded out into what seemed like a blinding light, even though it was only the corridor. As the cabin doors closed, a puff of purple mist escaped, along with a cry for help, "Get me out of...."
"What have you done to my designs?!" Dr. Leah Brahms was still beautiful, but also quite angry as she addressed Geordi TheLarge. "Well, sometimes in the field, we are forced to try new ideas," was the calm rebuttal. "Speaking of which," Geordi continued, "would you like to get together for dinner in my cabin later? I make a great Moon-jelly." The anger in Leah's face softened as a surprised smile replaced it. "I love Moon-jelly."
Sickbay had a new tenant in the form of an injured Borg. Dr. Crusher hovered over the alien, tending to the wounds. Commander Rideher and Whoref stood back, arms folded, eyes piercing down at their enemy.
"That's amazing!" Dr. Crusher marveled. "What is it, Doctor?" Rideher was curious. "This Borg," she replied, "is very readily equipped." "How so?" Whoref interjects. "This area of his body seems to be dedicated to sexual gratification. These five pockets contain all types of condoms," Dr. Crusher presses a pocket which opens up, "Ohhh, ribbed!" she coughs, realizing her company, and presses the item back into the pocket. Her tone once again becomes professional, "The electronic buttons here seem to produce certain stimuli. I wonder what this red one is for..." as she presses the button, a protective panel in the Borg's uniform mechanically swings out. What swings out next causes all three to drop their jaws wide open.
"He, e, e, es Huege!" Cleverly's voice is scratchy with surprise. Rideher closes his mouth and replaces his look of awe with a look of disgust, "Great, we've captured Huege, the wonder stud!" Whoref, always thinking of security, turns to Rideher, "I'm not sure if we have a holding cell big enough for both of them, sir." Rideher looks back sarcastically, "Just confine him after the doctor is through, Whoref."
Geordi TheLarge's quarters are dimly lit, soft jazz fills the air. A quaint table is set with wine, cheese, and a covered pot in the center containing the main dish, Moon-Jelly. Geordi, anticipating the evening's events, dances back and forth, making sure everything is just right.
The cabin doorbell rings, and a sinister smile takes over Geordi's face. "Come in," his voice is friendly and confident. The doors slide open. Dr. Brahms hesitates due to the low light. "Commander TheLarge?" "Over here, I set the lights low for an intimate dinner." She makes her way into the room. Her eyes begin to adjust when she notices the table. "It looks wonderful, you really didn't have to do this. I'm sorry I yelled at you this afternoon." "Hey, no problem, doc. Please sit down, everything is ready."
Leah smiles as she nibbles on some cheese. Geordi looks on, amazed that anyone could be so desirable.Her face gestures as she eats are so lovely. He stares, inspired by her beauty, he can just picture his cock stuffed in her mouth instead of the cheese.
Suddenly, he snaps out of his daydream, "What, Leah?" She repeats herself with a smile, "I said, how did you make the Moon-Jelly?" "Oh," he appears relieved at an easy question, "I used a version our replicator had. I remember thinking of you in particular while making it." Geordi lifts the lid off the pot to reveal a bubbling mess of rancid gelatin. Both their faces became sour with the sight and smell which had been contained by the lid.
"Computer!" Geordi yells out, "What did I ask the replicator to make for dinner?" "You requested KY-Jelly, boiled," was the placid response. "Oh shit," the sound of lost hope was in Geordi's voice.
Ms. Coxonna Try was streaming down the hall. Coming the other way almost as fast was Chestly Crusher whose bridge duty had recently finished. He had stopped by his mother's cabin and was on his way to the holodeck when... BAM! Coxonna Try fell to the floor in a daze. Opposite her, the young Mr. Crusher was shaking his head as he sat up to see what he had run into. Coxonna shuffled over to see if he was alright when she slipped on a magazine. Chestly tried to grab it away but it was too late.
A short silence ensued as Coxonna perused the magazine. It seemed like eternity to Chestly who was trying to think up excuses. Coxonna didn't give him the chance to speak. "Hmmm, over 40, you have very good taste my young friend." She was now looking at Chestly in a whole new way. Chestly opened his mouth but before he could say anything, Ms. Try was on her feet and had pulled him up as well. "It is obvious, young man," Coxonna's tone was authoritative, "that you have a serious problem..." then she whispered into his ear, "and I intend to help." Before he could ponder her meaning, she yanked his arm, jolting his body down the hall like a small boat in tow.
"aaaaahhhhhHHHHHHHH, UH!" Captain Dickhard looked at his hand in relief after he finally managed to free himself from bondage. A few minutes later, he was dressed in his standard uniform and on his way to the bridge, his step was brisk, his attitude dignified.
The turbolift doors opened. Captain Dickhard stepped onto an empty bridge. His brisk steps came to an instant halt as the reality sank in. His eyes darted around the room a few times, attempting to locate anyone else. He slowly walked down the ramp to the center of the room.
"Computer," the familiar electronic trickle followed, "current location of Commander Rideher." The near monotonic response was immediate, "Commander Rideher is in Ten-Forward." Dickhard continued the queries, "Current location of Master Beta." "Master Beta is in Ten-Forward." "Current location of Counselor Try." "Counselor Try is in Ten-Forward." "What the hell...?" the Captain whispered to himself. The pace returned to his step as he proceeded to the turbolift.
The guest quarters of Coxonna Try were filled with the sounds of animal passion. Two figures embraced naked on the bed. Chestly was thrusting his penis into Ms. Try over and over. His movement was so filled with pent-up frustration that the bed threatened to detach from the wall. Coxonna's hands held on to Chestly's soft boyish, thin hips as he moved back and forth. His expressions continually changed, the look of surprise washing over his face with each re-entry.
Chestly moved his hands onto Coxonna's well-developed, heaving breasts. The feeling was so good he came immediately. Despite what most would consider a sexual conclusion, he didn't miss a beat. Ms. Try was well-preserved for a woman of her age, and Chestly knew it. His eyes swept over her curves, the signs of age just beginning to set in excited him even more. He tilted his head down and watched as his red-colored cock, fully covered with twat juice, glided in and out of what had been his ultimate fantasy. The sight of her vaginal hairs parting for his intruder caused him to whip his head up and let out a loud moan. He could feel his cum streaming into her. Coxonna too, became excited at the sight of the young, undeveloped boy. But more enticing was the reactions she was producing from him.
Now, with bodies pressed against each other, the pace had slowed, but the pleasure intensified. Coxonna felt every part of Chestly on her, and in her, "Ohhh, it feels sooo gooood," she whispered softly. She moved her hands from his hips to his ass, "God it is so young and tight," she thought to herself. Her mouth began to kiss his neck. The young Ensign was learning the subtle touches that produced massive reactions as he came again. All Betazoids had orgasms each time her partners did, and Ms. Try was no exception. She was being drained with each excretion, but she was loving every minute of it...
The hallway was quiet except for the scuffing sound of Captain Dickhard's shoes against the rug. The large wooden doors of Ten-Forward slid open as the Captain prepared to discover the attraction of this part of his ship. Long-Luc stopped dead in his tracks as a naked couple fell out onto the floor, the support of the doors now gone.
Long-Luc's eyes glided over the couple into the room. The dark lighting made it difficult to make out detail, but it was the sounds emanating from the bar that gave away the nature of the festivities. A blending of voices, all moaning in orchestral harmony echoed into the hall.
"Ohhhhhh...Ahhhhhhh..YesssUmmmmmmOhekkkAAAAhuhuhuh,Uh,UH!..." the sounds streamed on as the Captain finally collected his thoughts. "My God!" was all he could say at first, but at least in his usual 'Captainly' tone. He was about to venture into the room when Guynone appeared at the door facing him. She was completely naked except for her cosmic hat. Her expression was calm and peaceful as usual. "Damn, why doesn't anything unnerve her?" the Captain thought to himself. "Hello, Captain," she said as if everything was normal. "Guynone," Long-Luc began with a controlled tone, "Would you explain why my entire bridge crew is lost in a sea of flesh in Ten-Forward?" "I think you'd better ask Fuc-Q about that," was the reply as she gestured into the room by the corner window. Long-Luc could see a lone figure lounging by the window on a table surrounded by two voluptuous women feeding him some fruit. Instantly he knew the omnipotent menace had returned to wreak havoc on his ship.
While Long-Luc was pondering the problem of traversing the conglomeration of bodies to confront the menace, he was transported right next to Fuc-Q by the entity. He was about to berate Fuc-Q when he realized he was nude. His angry face turned to a wordless look saying 'why did you do that?' "Fuc-Q," Long-Luc's tone was harsh, "I want you to leave my ship immediately!" "Oh, come now, Captain," Fuc-Q paused a moment to consider the pun he had just made, "I am providing your crew with a much-needed social event. And what thanks do I get? I mean, look out there. Everyone seems to be enjoying themselves... and enjoying some others as well!" Long-Luc was looking out into the center of the room when he turned back to Fuc-Q with a puzzled look, "Why is that support beam swaying?" Fuc-Q squinted, "That's not a support beam, it's just the Captured Borg showing off."
Fuc-Q raised both his hands in the air, "Is everybody happy!?" At that instant, the entire room convulsed into a massive orgasm. Screams of pleasure shattered the air. Long-Luc had to duck to avoid the liquid results of the group event. It seemed like a shoot-out as the Captain watched from the floor.
"How do you feel?" Rideher said cautiously as he and Counselor Try strolled down the hall. She replied, "Actually, quite good. I really didn't mind." | 1 |
1,232 | Beverly's Holodeck Fantasy | "All's quiet tonight, Doctor Crusher," said the voice of Lieutenant O'Rourke. "In fact, I can't remember the last time I went through a whole shift without someone reporting to sickbay for something or other."
"It must be your Irish luck, Morgan," Beverly answered the disembodied voice coming from her com-badge. "But if anything changes, don't hesitate to call."
"Don't worry, Doctor," Morgan replied. "There's little short of a major disaster that we can't handle by ourselves. You've got us too well trained. Enjoy your night off."
"OK, Crusher out," she responded as she tapped her com-badge to end the transmission.
"Damn," she said to herself as she leaned back into the chair and closed her eyes. "The crew would have to pick this night to be extraordinarily healthy."
Sleep was out of the question, just as it had been for the last two nights. Work was her only chance to escape the dreams. She almost wished for the proverbial "disaster" that would give her something to do.
As it had for the last few nights, her mind turned to the holodeck programming packet locked in her desk. It would be so easy to remove it and transfer it to the main holodeck. In the six months since she had created the packet, she had even tried it. If it had been such a mistake, then why had she even created it? Why didn't she simply just erase it?
"I wish Deanna were here," she said to herself. "I could use someone to talk to. She would pick now to attend that conference on Rigel."
Who else could she talk to? Jean-Luc...no, absolutely not. There was no one else she was really close enough to talk to - at least not about this.
Unlocking her desk, she withdrew the computer programming module and held it in her hand. Even if someone else were to find it, it would take the voice authorization of the CMO to access the program. Maybe she should run the program, after all, wasn't that what the holodeck was for - living out one's fantasies?
"Computer," she said, again tapping her com-badge. "Location of Cadet Wesley Crusher?"
"Cadet Crusher is in main engineering," said the artificial female voice.
"Good, he'll be down there for hours," Beverly said to herself as she ran her fingers across the module. "Maybe it's time I used this."
It had been the return of her son, Wesley, on leave from Starfleet Academy, that had triggered the return of the dreams. She had created the holodeck fantasy soon after he had left for Earth. Lacking the nerve to actually use it, she had simply locked it away.
Wesley had changed a great deal in a short span of time. Her forbidden longings for her son returned with a vengeance soon after he beamed aboard. Now at 17, Wesley was almost the image of her husband, Jack - dead all these many years.
From her medical training, Beverly knew other women had these fantasies. In fact, she knew of a few cultures where having a son for a lover was not out of the norm. A son would take his father's place in every way, including in his mother's bed.
Determined, Beverly placed the module in the open slot on her console and activated the computer.
"Computer," she said, "Transfer holodeck program Crusher Alpha One to Holodeck Four, accessible only by voice authorization of the Chief Medical Officer - code Alpha Five Two Five."
"Completed..." replied the voice of the computer.
A wide smile crossed Beverly's face as she rose from her desk and headed for the door. Now that she had made the decision, she couldn't wait to live out her fantasy.
Exiting the turbolift on deck five, Beverly briskly walked down the corridor, acknowledging the hello of a few crewmen with a polite nod. She didn't want to stop and get involved in a conversation now. In no time, she stood at the doors of Holodeck Four. She took a deep breath, then activated the Holodeck's imaging system.
"Computer, run program Beverly Alpha One," she said. "Lock out all external monitoring and access...Authorization Crusher Nine Nine Four."
"Program engaged, all external monitoring and access locked out," replied the Computer. "You may enter when ready."
Straightening her shoulders, Beverly stepped between the sliding doors...and into her own sickbay.
It always amazed her, the detail the computer put into the holodeck images. If she didn't know better, she would swear she was actually in sickbay. Her program provided the location and participants in her fantasy, but unlike a scripted play, the computer controlled the sequence of events. It was more fun that way, more real. The idea of not knowing what would come next made it all the more exciting.
From behind her, Beverly heard the sickbay door open and felt a new presence in the room. Turning, she faced the holodeck-created image of her son.
"Wes, you're back early?" she said, remembering the background information she had programmed into the module. "What happened to your date with Ensign Carson?"
"I canceled it," Wes replied as he walked across the room. "I thought it would be more fun to spend the evening with you."
"Then I'd better get you onto one of the diagnostic tables," Beverly answered as she motioned to the bed next to her. "You must have a fever if you'd pass up a date with a pretty ensign in favor of spending a night with your old Mom."
"You're far from old, Mom," Wesley laughed as he moved over and lifted himself atop the bed beside Beverly. "In fact, I know a lot of women who wished they looked as good as you."
Beverly laughed, starting to lose herself in the fantasy.
"I thought Deanna Troi was your idea, Wes. I know you've spent enough time dreaming about her."
"Deanna's fine, Mom, but she can't compare with you."
"You can't tell me that if you had the chance, you'd pick me over Deanna?" Beverly asked, feeling a warm tingle throughout her body as she felt Wesley's eyes covering her body.
"I can do more than tell you..." Wesley said as he leaned forward and kissed Beverly.
She was taken aback for a moment as she felt his lips press against hers. Her dreams now had the reality of the holodeck - a reality that was all too solid.
"Wes..." she exclaimed, a hesitation in her voice. "I'm your Mother."
"You're also a woman..." Wesley replied as he dropped off the edge of the bed and stroked her arms. "Can you tell me you don't want it as much as I do?"
"...No...I can't..." Beverly admitted, giving in totally to the fantasy.
With that, Wesley kissed her again, this time harder. She felt his tongue against her lips and opened to admit it. Strong young hands cupped her breasts, rubbing the now erect nipples through the blue material. Beverly could feel his warm breath on her neck as he kissed his way down to it. Then he reached behind her and undid the seam that held her uniform together.
As Wesley gripped a handful of material in each hand, he suddenly ripped it forward, tearing apart the top of Beverly's uniform. Suddenly released from the confines of the jumpsuit, her breasts popped free. Wes smiled in appreciation at his Mother's breasts, for a woman her age they were still in fine form. Chalk up another one for Starfleet physical training.
The young Cadet quickly moved his mouth to the closest breast, kissing the nipple. His hand closed around it and helped guide it into his mouth. Beverly sighed as she felt Wesley's mouth closed around her aureole and his teeth gently teased her nipple. She could feel the strength in his arms and wanted to surrender to him totally.
Still playing with the first breast, Wesley moved his mouth to the second, repeating his attentions to its twin. He alternated between little kisses and bites, just enough pain and pleasure to send electric surges through Beverly's body.
As her son suckled at her breasts, Beverly reached down and placed her hand on the hard mound between his legs. Even covered by the uniform material, she could feel the outline of his hardness. She hadn't seen her son naked since he was a boy, having always let one of the other doctors give him his physical. But from the length of the outline she traced with her fingers, there was one more thing he had inherited from his father.
Smiling as his Mother cupped his balls, Wesley stepped back and began to strip, giving the Doctor time to rid herself of the rest of her uniform. She left only the thin blue panties, wanting to give Wes the pleasure of taking them off.
Wesley, on the other hand, wasted no time in ridding himself of all his clothing. Standing naked before her, he gently stroked his hard seven inches as it pointed to the ceiling. Beverly was pleased that her initial assessment had been correct.
In a moment, Beverly was on her knees and quickly took Wesley into her mouth. As she felt his hardness slide along her tongue, she savored the maleness which assaulted her nostrils. With quick motions, she covered her son's cock with a slippery coating of saliva, licking the sides as she ran her tongue up and down its length.After a few minutes, she was rewarded with a drop of precious precum which appeared on the tip. Reaching out with the edge of her tongue, she slowly licked it clean.
Still stroking his erect member with her fingers, she turned her tongue to his balls. As with the rest of his body, they were almost hairless. Taking each globe in her mouth in turn, she sucked them as if they were candy.
Then the Doctor continued between his legs and moved her head up between the cheeks of his ass. Spreading the fleshy mounds with her hands, she reached inward with her tongue and caressed his anal entry. She felt him jump with excitement as she penetrated him with her tongue. One hand reached back in front as she continued to stroke his cock. Timing both her tongue's thrusts with the motions of her hand, she sent a double spark across the boy's body.
Moving her free hand down to between her own legs, Beverly found herself incredibly wet. With no effort, she slid two fingers within herself and proceeded to masturbate. Even so, she never skipped a beat as she continued to play with both his cock and ass.
Wesley then reached down and picked Beverly up off the floor, placing her on top of the examination table. Spreading her legs, he quickly replaced her fingers with his tongue. A small layer of girlcum already coated the red-haired mound, and Wes quickly licked it clean. Beverly fingered her clit as Wes continued to lick away at the center of her sexuality, replacing the girljuice he had licked away with a fresh coat. Beverly was lost in ecstasy as she watched her son, or at least a computer-created double, go down on her. Never in all those forbidden dreams had she ever imagined it would feel this good.
"Oh God, Wesley!" She cried out as his tongue found a particularly sensitive spot. "Lick it.....Lick your Mother's pussy!"
Ten minutes passed as he did just that. Wave upon wave of girlcum erupted from Beverly, covering Wesley's face. Each new surge only drove him harder, determined to induce another eruption.
"I can't wait any more...." Beverly yelled as she held his head tight between her legs. "I need you inside me......Now!"
With that, Wesley stood up and flipped Beverly onto her stomach across the diagnostic bed. Spreading her legs as wide as he could, he guided his rock-hard cock to the tunnel entrance he had emerged from seventeen years before. In one quick motion, he slid it inside, until his balls slapped against Beverly's ass. Heavily lubricated by the earlier streams of girljuice, Beverly's tunnel offered no resistance as he withdrew and then returned with twice the force.
Wes took a firm grip on Beverly's pelvis and repeated his withdrawal/reentry again and again. Each time his thrust carried a little more strength, each time it sent another flush of heat throughout his Mother's body. As Beverly braced herself against the bed, Wes reached around and played with Beverly's clit, now that she was no longer able to do so. Beverly wished she had instructed the computer to give Wesley an inexhaustible stamina, so that the pounding could go on for hours. But since she hadn't, she knew her neo-son had to be near climax.
She felt his body start to stiffen, and she quickly pulled herself from him and spun around. Before the first spurts of boy cum could shoot forward, she was again on her knees and licking the head of his cock. As what seemed like pints of white boyjuice erupted from Wesley, Beverly caught it all with her face and hungry tongue. Finally, the torrid abated, and only a drop remained at the tip of his cock. Reaching out with her tongue, Beverly licked that away also.
Sitting naked on the floor, her face still covered with cum, Beverly was greatly satisfied. It had only been a computer simulation, but it was as close to the real thing as she would ever have the courage to try. She gazed up at the now motionless nude Wesley. If she ever wanted to use this program again, and she was sure she would, she was going to have to see about giving the Wesley hologram more personality. But for now, a hot shower seemed to be the first priority.
"Computer...end program," she called out as she stood and wiped her face with the remnants of her uniform.
Her fantasy sickbay faded to the nothingness it had emerged from, to be replaced by the familiar yellow and black grid pattern. It was a few seconds before Beverly realized she wasn't alone. The Wesley hologram was still there.
"Wesley?" She asked in a quiet, confused voice.
"Er...Hi Mom," replied the naked cadet.
"Oh God, Wesley..." Beverly gasped as she realized that it had been Wesley all along. "How could you...how did you...?"
"It wasn't too hard," He began. "Back when Captain Picard had Geordie put those safety locks on the holosystem so that only a senior officer could authorize the use of a crewman's image, I helped Geordie with the project. I put a sub-routine into the system that would notify me if anyone tried to use my image. I never imagined it would be you or for this."
"But all the security locks, my personal code. How did you get past them?"
"Crusher Delta One Five...remember. The emergency override code you gave me in case of disaster. You never changed it after I left for the Academy."
"But why?" She finally asked. "Why did you do it?"
Wesley smiled and reached out and took his Mother's hand.
"Because you're not the only Crusher with this fantasy," He said softly. "Because I wanted you as much as you wanted me."
"Oh Wes..." She said as she embraced him. "I love you so."
"If you want, I'll punch up that program before I go back to the Academy," He said as he returned the embrace. "It needs a lot of work."
Beverly didn't answer, she just held his naked body tightly against her own.
"But first, how about we head back to our quarters and do a little more research, just so I know exactly what to add onto the program."
Beverly looked up at him and smiled. Then she pulled him close and kissed him.
"Well, when could I ever stand in the way of your research?" She asked, a gleam in her eye. | 1 |
1,235 | Star Trek : TNG 3/3 m/f f/f oral | "It's in the records, all the original ship's recordings from the Enterprise D are on board this ship," said Data, "By accessing a memory trapped in a time pocket, Commander Riker may well have walked back on board the Enterprise D 9 years ago."
"It makes no sense?" said Picard, "That would mean that Will is existing in the computer's memory without physical form."
"Not true, sir. His physical body is walking around our ship, but we cannot see it, and his mind is trapped inside the past."
"Can we get him out?"
"It may be possible, sir, but to do so may cause our own destruction."
"Data, explain yourself."
"I have a theory, sir. Given the complexities and paradoxes of time travel, it may explain why we have encountered these time pockets when it first seemed we had survived the encounter with the Klingon Bird of Prey unscathed."
"I'm not sure I understand, Data?"
"Let me explain..."
Deanna lay on the bed, naked, legs spread and gasping with pleasure as Lore ate her out, licking and sucking on her pussy with amazing expertise.
As she came, he stood up and removed his pants. His large android cock sprang free, and she gulped in anticipation of a cock nearly the size of Worf's entering her - but this time for her own pleasure.
He slid into her slowly, letting it in inch by inch. She groaned and began to feel up her own breasts, her thumb and forefinger twisting a nipple between each. Lore was fully in her now, and he slowly slid out of her, coming out nearly all the way before slowly sliding back in. He repeated this move again and again, driving her wild with pleasure and excitement. He began to move faster now, his cock pumping into her like the wheel on a train, moving slowly at first but then picking up speed. She rammed her hips upwards, slamming her pelvis against his as they timed their movements perfectly with each other - for the first time, Deanna felt that she was part of a greater whole. The only thing that ruined it for her was her empathic capabilities, which let her see that Lore was dead inside. There were no emotions to read, and she realized that even his need to rule over others was not driven by emotion but by cold, implacable logic. His laughing, sarcastic appearance was just an act to make him seem more human, to fool others. But even so, in her drunken state, she was incapable of reading the larger picture; she was only concerned with her own pleasure.
Lore himself felt nothing as he fucked her. The warm feeling of her cunt around his cock did nothing for him, but he put on a different exterior.
"Oh, baby, yeah, you are one hot fuck, you know that?" he grinned happily down at Deanna, watching her large breasts bounce up and down as he began to fuck her faster now. Their movements were no longer timed perfectly, but he knew how to fuck - he had read thousands of terabytes of text on method, technique, and skill. She came several times in succession, her cunt squeezing his cock, trying to milk some cum out of it, but he was able to control his sexual organs' release and so he continued to fuck her faster and harder. She squealed in pleasure and excitement as more orgasms came; she had never felt anything like this before - even with Worf, even with Riker.
Lore started moving faster and faster, and then he grunted. Fluid spewed from his cock into her cunt, and he rolled off her, lying on his back panting, pretending that he felt physical exhaustion.
Deanna moaned happily and slid her hand down to her cunt. She cupped it, slipping a single finger inside, put the thumb of her other hand into her mouth, and fell asleep.
Lore stood up and stared at Beverly, who was sitting against a wall, legs spread wide apart, pants around her knees, masturbating. He smiled at her, "Your turn."
She smiled, "Let's do it somewhere exciting, like in a ventilation duct, or the bar at Ten Forward."
He grinned back at her, although inside he felt nothing, not even disdain, just a curiosity and feeling of superiority, "I've been monitoring the computer, the bridge is empty - let's do it there!"
Data sat at helm controls on the secondary bridge. He began to type in commands, suddenly he stopped. He swiveled around and motioned Picard over.
"Captain, I just felt a presence."
"A presence? What are you talking about, Data?"
"I was monitoring the ship's computer, checking the progress of the time pockets to see if Commander Riker had reappeared, when I noticed someone else inside the computer."
"Someone else? Who, Data?"
"I don't want to voice my suspicions, Captain, but if they are correct, then the new plan is sure to fail - he'll see to it."
"Data, I'm not sure I understand what you're talking about, but could this presence perhaps be in some sort of time pocket?"
"No, sir. It was definitely moving about outside of time pockets."
"Okay, Data. Check it out, but we need you back here before the time pocket in holodeck 1 expands more."
"I'll do my best, Captain."
Riker stood in Ten Forward, hands folded across his chest, the expression on his face one of amazed confusion.
For several seconds, he had found himself back on board the Enterprise E, then he had slipped back to the older Enterprise. In that few seconds, several hours had seemingly passed, and now he knew what mission they were on.
All throughout Ten Forward, various crew members were having sex. Men and women fucked on tables, chairs, on the bar, and the floor. In the center of the room, about 20 people had gotten together for an orgy - 12 of them were women, 8 were men, among them Chief O'Brien and Geordi, who were dealing to a female crew member.
She - Sheryl, he thought her name was - was on her hands and knees. Geordi was getting a blowjob from her while O'Brien fucked her doggy-style.
Geordi came suddenly and sat back, panting heavily. He grinned, and Riker found it hard to look at him with his visor back - he had gotten used to the optical contacts he had replaced it with. O'Brien continued to fuck the woman, and Riker wondered where his wife was, as he had never seen O'Brien be anything but faithful to the Asian beauty he had married.
He walked over to the bar and sat down, surprised to find that the chair supported him - he must be moving closer to the timeline.
"You're not here, are you?" said a familiar voice behind him. He turned and was surprised to see Guinan staring at him.
"Are you talking to me?" he asked, "How can you see me?"
"I can't really see you," she said, smiling, "But I can sense you, and when you replied, I knew I was right - what are you doing here - has Will Riker become a voyeur in his maturity?"
"No," he said, smiling, "I'm trapped here. I walked into a time pocket and when I stepped out, I found myself on this ship."
"On this ship? Have you left the Enterprise then?"
"No - but this is a different ship.....it's difficult to explain - I don't even know how I could possibly be here."
"At least I know this will end soon then," said Guinan, "But I'll have to clean up the mess afterwards."
"The virus......it doesn't affect you?"
"Yes - but I'm able to resist it - most people can - but they chose not to. Jean-Luc is capable," she smiled dreamily, and Riker realized for the first time that Guinan had a crush on the Captain - was possibly in love - "and he's been able to hold back on his urges."
"Do me a favor, warn the Captain that Wesley is going to take over the ship. He has to stop him - it'll save a lot of trouble."
"Will? I can't hear you anymore - I can barely sense you," said Guinan, "What did you say?" She paused, then shook her head, "Ah well, best that he get back to his own time."
But Riker had simply faded from her perceptions. He stood and watched the orgy, several male crew members were spent now - O'Brien included - and the women had turned to each other, licking cunts, sucking on nipples, and kissing passionately. They began a lesbian love fest.
Beverly stepped onto the bridge, after noting that it was indeed empty, she turned and looked at Lore, "Well, you still up for it?"
Lore grinned, "Of course, but you realize what will happen if we get caught?"
"Who cares?" she said. Lore found that her slurred speech was grating on his nerves, and she was still clutching the near-empty bottle of tequila in her hand like she was scared to let go - the sadistic streak in Lore suddenly formulated a plan.
"Aren't regulations ridiculous?" she said, breaking him out of his reverie.
"Hmmm?""Yes, if the bridge is empty, why not fuck up here? It's not like they're using it."
"I agree, and they should have fuck rooms set aside, and hours when you can just make love instead of going on duty."
Horny bitch, Lore thought. She obviously hadn't gotten any in years.
Beverly rushed to the helm and clumsily pushed a few buttons. The board lit up as she disabled helm controls.
"I'm ready, baby," she said. She lay back on the helm, the controls unresponsive to her touch now, and slid down her pants. Once her pants were down, she removed her skimpy white panties and spread her legs, her trimmed red thatch parting to show the pink pleasure beneath.
"Oh, fuck yeah," said Lore, rubbing his hands together in anticipation, despite the fact that the sight of her cunt did nothing for him whatsoever.
"This is going to be sweet," he lowered his own pants, and his android cock sprang free. He lowered himself onto and into Beverly quickly, and started to ram into her quickly, fucking her with hard, quick thrusts. Then he began pumping into Beverly faster and faster; she clutched his back and screamed in pleasure.
"Yes, fuck me, baby, do me hard. Your cock is so big."
"Of course it is," cried Lore. "Dr. Seung was so embarrassed of his...fallacy...that when he created me in his image, he decided to spruce up the image a bit, haha!"
He rammed faster and faster into Beverly's cunt, and she screamed with the pleasure of it. Lore took the time to rip her tunic open, revealing large, plump breasts. He began to suck on one.
"Mmm," he said around a mouthful of tit, "You're a great fuck, you know?"
"Of course I know," she replied, gasping for breath as she slid further up the helm with each thrust. "My husband couldn't get enough, and that old bastard Picard has probably been jerking off over me ever since we met - he's always staring at my tits or ass."
She was lying, and she knew it. She remembered one of their first missions on the Enterprise D, when the virus infected her, and she had tried to seduce Picard, but he had knocked her back, his own willpower much greater than her own.
Lore suddenly pulled loose. "Hands and knees," he said with a grin.
Beverly got on the floor, into the doggy position, and Lore slid into her again, grasping her hips. He tried a couple of experimental thrusts, slapping against her ass. Then he changed his mind; he pulled nearly all the way out, then slid slowly back in to the hilt, doing her like this drove her crazy, and she began gasping faster and faster.
"Oh god, I think I'm cumming..." she cried, and then screamed in pleasure. The android began humping her faster now, still pulling nearly fully out, before slamming back into the Doctor's tight cunt.
She grinned in pleasure and looked up, before her formed the image of Jean-Luc. She shook her head as if confused.
"Jean-Luc?" she said.
Lore pulled loose and looked up; he too could see Picard. He was transparent, but he was definitely there.
"How curious, this is one of the timepockets the computer is trapped in," he said.
"What timepockets?" said Beverly, confused.
Drunken bitch, he thought angrily, but he smiled and replied, "Quiet, something is about to happen."
Picard was shouting, but they could hear no words. Another image formed now - an old, old man, stooped and bent, stood next to a tall, grey-haired Vulcan. The old man was glaring angrily at the Vulcan, who held a phaser pointed at Picard.
"Listen," said Lore. "Voices are coming..." Beverly realized she could hear them too.
The dialogue that followed has been omitted for brevity, but the scene continues with the Vulcan firing the phaser, vaporizing Picard, and Lore knocking Beverly unconscious.
The story then shifts to Worf finding Deanna naked in Data's quarters, and Riker observing the aftermath of the orgy in Ten Forward. It concludes with Data confronting Lore on the bridge."I doubt they wanted you to be their King, however," said Lore with a laugh.
"Oh no, they wanted more than that - they wanted me to be the Borg, the culmination of all their minds. They wanted you to rule them, they wanted me to be them."
"What?" said Lore, confused, "What are you talking about, one eye?"
Data ignored the comment on his face's condition, "It's always been the same, Lore. I've always been better than you," he grinned down at his brother, "Dr. Seung loved me like the son he never had, but he despised you. The people shut you down because you were too 'human,' but they took me in because I wanted to be human. You couldn't handle the emotion chip - you became a megalomaniac, but I was able to take its effects."
"Shut up," said Lore, rage in his voice.
"Even the way you said that," replied Data, his voice matter-of-fact and calm, "You don't even have emotions. You have to pretend everything; your entire life is pretense, false, because you are so much less than me."
"SHUT UP," screamed Lore.
"Even that desperation and rage in your voice is false - you are dead."
Data turned away from Lore and strode over to the science station. He looked over the data on the screen, "And you want everyone else dead too, because you envy and hate them so much. You want to kill them. And when they're dead, what? You'll take this ship and try to kill everyone else too?"
Lore grinned, "Clever, brother. Psychological battle, I thought I was the master." His eye twitched, and Data decided that he found the nervous reaction programmed in by Dr. Seung to be annoying. "But you still don't comprehend my plan. You think I need to be at the science station to type in the execute command. I don't."
"What are you talking about now?" said Data, extremely curious but feigning irritation and boredom.
"Because I have it on voice command, and I can suck the air out of this ship anytime I want to."
Deanna sat on her knees, before her she held Worf's giant erection in her hands. She moved her head forward and licked his cock from the base to the tip; he shuddered in pleasure, and she grinned. She wanked him for about a minute, then swallowed the tip of his cock with her mouth. She slowly slid it down, her lips stretching further and further apart, until she had nearly half of it down her throat. She couldn't get any more in, so she slowly pulled away, until his cock was nearly out of her mouth, then she slid down again. She repeated this motion several times, driving Worf wild.
The final time, she stopped when just the head of his cock was in her mouth, and then she slid the tip of her tongue around it. Her hand wanked the well-lubricated Klingon cock, and he began to moan louder.
"Wait, stop... hold it... I'm gonna cum soon," he said, and she removed her mouth from around his cock. He sat down heavily on the sickbay bed, "Why have you never done that before?" he asked, "You're great."
"Thank you," she said, beaming in pleasure at his praise, "but it ain't over yet." She grabbed his cock again and began to slide her mouth down it.
Picard stared at Riker carefully, then said, "Will, is that you?"
"Captain, I'm so glad to see you. I was trapped in a time pocket..."
Guinan shook her head, "Sorry, Will, but you're still in it. This is your future."
"What, how do..." started Picard, but Guinan cut him off.
"I spoke to you nearly ten years ago, Will, but I don't know when you stepped into the time pocket. I think that perhaps that time no longer exists; it was a paradox that was destroyed - the time spewed back into the time continuum."
"What do you mean?" asked Riker, confused, "If the time pocket collapses, do I die? Is that why you were so surprised to see me, Captain? Am I dead?" he cried out, but then he faded, and found himself back in Ten Forward in the darkness, hearing the words, "...from this moment in effective command of the ship."
He whirled around and saw a figure in the darkness - himself?
"What's happening?" came Deanna's voice, and he saw his other self fade out.
Data stood still, "You're lying," he said.
"Really," said Lore, "Shall we see - Computer, execute program."
As Data whirled around, he felt air being sucked out of the room. He looked down and saw Beverly wake up; she stared at him with terror-filled eyes as she tried to breathe, then she collapsed. He yelled in anger and leaped at Lore, knocking him to the ground.
Worf gripped Deanna's head to his hips as his cum spilled out into her mouth; he screamed in animal pleasure, then collapsed to the ground, panting for air. It was a little time before he realized that he couldn't seem to get any air. He looked up and saw Deanna lying on the floor; she didn't appear to be breathing. He stood up, and then collapsed, black roses seeming to bloom in his vision as he collapsed to the ground, fighting for air that wasn't there.
Picard sat in the secondary bridge. He was standing at the science station and happened to look down at the graphs - he was shocked to see the air reserves dropping.
Guinan watched in shock as Riker appeared out of nowhere, then she smiled, "So this was the time pocket you walked into," she said, grinning, "Glad to have you back."
Then she noticed that he was doubled over, "What's the matter?" she asked.
"Can't breathe..." he gasped, and then collapsed. Guinan suddenly realized she too was incapable of drawing breath; she fell to the ground. She didn't need as much air as humans, but she did need air... and there was none to be had.
Data shoved Lore against the wall. His brother grinned, but there was no emotion in his eyes; he couldn't even take pleasure from his victory.
"So, brother, just you and me - I left gravity on so you could try and kill me, and fail."
Data threw Lore across the room with one hand. His brother crashed into the Weapons systems but stood straight back up. He was holding a phaser in one hand - Data didn't see where it had come from.
"Thought I might need this," said Lore. He fired the phaser, and it ripped through Data's arm, severing the limb. Then he fired again, taking away the other arm.
"Look at you, brother," cried Lore, "Pathetic, and you think you're better than me."
Data collapsed to the ground, and Lore laughed, "What makes you better than me?" he yelled in false contempt, stepping around so he stood in front of Data, his back to the turbolift. "What makes you superior?"
Data grinned, and his good eye showed a simple joy and happiness that made Lore want to feel rage - but he couldn't. "What makes you superior?" he cried again, knowing the answer, but the answer Data gave was different from what he expected, "I have friends."
Lore was suddenly rocketed across the room by a phaser blast in the middle of his back. He fell to the ground and tried to get up, but the blast hit him again and again and again until finally, he stopped moving.
"Thank you, Captain Picard," said Data, struggling to sit up, "You should replace the air in the ship before your supply runs out."
Picard - wearing a survival suit - walked to the science station and typed in several commands. Air flooded back into the bridge, and when it was safe to breathe, a green light flashed on. Picard removed the suit.
"Are you all right, Data?"
"I could use a hand," said Data, "Or even two," he laughed out loud, there was a hysterical note to it.
"Data, deactivate your emotion chip. That's an order," the android complied and turned around. He looked at his brother's smoking remains.
"A pity, I never wanted him to die, but he was too dangerous to live."
"Data, all of the crew is dead. We're the only ones left," to his credit, Picard's voice did not crack or waver. He held the tight control of his emotions that made him such an excellent Captain, "Is there anything we can do?"
"I need to know the situation of the time pockets here on the bridge and Holodeck 1. Are they expanding?"
Picard checked through the information and nodded. Data sighed, "That's okay, it would have been easier to perform the maneuver with the time pockets collapsed, but we can still fix everything - you'll have to operate the helm."
"What do I do, Data?" said Picard, the strain was showing now, "Can it be done?"
"I need you to re-engage the temporal field at the exact instant that the two time pockets connect. If I'm right, we'll see the Enterprise-E brushing past Admiral Kirk's ship. If we're wrong, we'll die. If we do see the ships, you have to fly straight through them, slingshot around, and disengage the temporal field - the time pockets will be left inside the other Enterprise-E."
"Will this work, Data?" asked Picard, "It seems risky."
"It has already worked," Data replied, "These time pockets originated from another Enterprise; they left us with them, knowing we could deal with them. What I don't know is if they survived the encounter."
Picard sat at the helm and typed in the commands, "On your mark, Mr. Data."
Data stared at the science readouts of the time pockets, he smiled and said, "Make it so."
"...will be all right, won't we," said Riker, sounding confident, "James Kirk never reported any temporal anomaly or dislocation."
"No, sir," said Data, "But the ship's long-range sensors were ineffective, most of the crew lost consciousness, and there was an unforeseen power failure."
"Great, Data, just great," Riker turned to look at the viewscreen. It was blank, as it had been since they initiated the temporal field. Then the ship actually tilted, and the crew members all fell forward.Outside, in the time field, the Enterprise and Bird of Prey brushed against each other. Another Enterprise appeared suddenly and traveled right through the other, performing a slingshot maneuver and disappearing.
The Klingon ship sped into San Francisco harbor at an alarming rate.
"Admiral, we've lost all power," cried Scotty through the communicator.
"Damn," muttered Kirk. He turned to look at the crew, "Once we land, get out of the ship. I'll get the whales out."
He ran off, followed by the marine biologist he had been forced to bring with him from the 20th century.
Curious, thought Spock. Why had there been a power failure?
On the bridge of the Enterprise E, Captain Picard couldn't help but look at Data's face. It was still missing skin, but for some reason he couldn't think why that fact relieved him so much. He found it odd that he did not remember the trip through the temporal field, but brushed it aside. When dealing with time travel, you could never be too sure of the effects.
"Sir, the Earth appears to have returned to the normal course of history," said Data, grinning. He turned and smiled at Picard, Riker, and Deanna - for some reason he was extremely pleased to see the last two, though he couldn't think why, probably a brief aberration of his emotion chip.
"Well," said Riker, "We saved the Earth, now what?"
"How about a little R&R, Commander?" said Picard with a grin. He turned and looked out at Earth on the viewscreen, "Make it so, Number One." | 2 |
1,236 | Complexities and Paradox's | "Engage the temporal field, Mr. LaForge," said Captain Picard, gesturing forward with his arm.
"Aye, Captain. Temporal field is opening."
The Enterprise E shot forward from its orbit around Earth. A rippling in the space around them began to form, and then the ship disappeared, leaving behind Zefram Cochrane and the Vulcans to make history.
Inside the temporal field, the Enterprise traveled smoothly. Data worked on the computers, his face still damaged from his encounter with the Borg Queen, and Picard couldn't help but stare at it.
"Well, Mr. Data?"
"As we suspected, Captain, history is back on track. Pollution is disappearing, war appears to be slowing, it has now stopped - sir, we will soon be unable to track Earth's progress. We'll have to wait until we return to our own time to make sure that everything is as it should be."
"Excellent, Mr. Data. Commander Riker, I was wondering if...."
"Sir," Data interrupted, "we are registering an anomaly."
"What? Of what nature, Data?"
"It is a starcraft of unknown design, traveling through the time/space continuum. It appears to have performed a slingshot around the sun."
"That sounds familiar," said Riker. "Something's wrong."
"Registering now," said Data. "It is a Klingon Bird of Prey, but its inhabitants are seven humans, one Vulcan, and...two whales, sir."
"Of course, it's James Kirk. Do you remember the trip through time he took to save Earth from the probe?"
"Of course," said Picard. "Spock discovered that it was looking for humpback whales, and they traveled back in time to find a pair."
"Sir, if we maintain this course, we will cross paths with Kirk's ship. That may cause a problem," said Data, a worried expression on his face.
"What problem?"
"Well, theoretically, in time travel, ships have no mass or velocity, and it should be possible for two ships to exist at the same place. But dual appearance of two ships at one location during one microsecond of time will cause a paradox."
"Resulting in...? Don't keep us hanging, Data."
"We will either cease to exist, blow up, merge with Kirk's ship, suffer temporal dislocation, or come out fine."
"How long till we cross paths, Data?"
"Three minutes and twenty-eight seconds."
"Can we change course at all?"
"Theoretically, of course. We are traveling through time and are therefore existing in a different second of a different year of a different decade of a different century with each second that passes, meaning that changing course may also be injurious to us."
"Do it, Data," said Picard. "It's a risk we have to take."
Data tapped on the control panel at a steadily increasing rate, until his hands became a blur. The ship shuddered and actually groaned, something it had never done before.
"Course has changed slightly, sir. It's all I can do. We will, however, brush against the Klingon ship."
"We will be all right, won't we?" said Riker, sounding confident. "James Kirk never reported any temporal anomaly or dislocation."
"No, sir," said Data. "But the ship's long-range sensors were ineffective, most of the crew lost consciousness, and there was an unforeseen power failure."
"Great, Data. Just great," Riker turned to look at the viewscreen, it was blank, as it had been since they initiated the temporal field. Then the ship actually tilted, and the crew members all fell forward.
The Klingon ship sped into San Francisco harbor at an alarming rate.
"Admiral, we've lost all power," cried Scotty through the communicator.
"Damn," muttered Kirk. He turned to look at the crew. "Once we land, get out of the ship. I'll get the whales out."
He ran off, followed by the marine biologist he had been forced to bring with him from the 20th century.
Curious, thought Spock, why had there been a power failure?
"Everybody okay?" asked Riker. The crew repositioned themselves, everyone seemed all right.
"All decks, status report," said Picard. Data checked over reports coming through.
"Some minor injuries, no casualties," the android said, although the fake skin on his head had been cauterized by the gas explosion in his fight with the Borg Queen, and some more had peeled away in the tilt.
"Data, you should have your head looked at, and replace that lost skin."
"Aye, sir," said Data. "We have emerged from the temporal field. Earth has returned to the history we knew before being caught in the Borg's wake. I believe it is safe for me to leave the bridge."
Picard grinned as Data walked to the turbolift. The door opened, and Beverly stepped out, followed by another Data, with the skin back on his face!
"Well, you still up for it?" Beverly said.
"Of course, but you realize what will happen if we get caught?" the other Data replied.
"Who cares?" she said. Picard noticed that her speech was slurred, and that she was holding a bottle of something - "Tequila?" was all he could make out of the label, which was turned from him.
"Tequila?" said Riker. "Where did she get a bottle of Tequila?"
Deanna stood up and stood beside Riker. "I took a bottle with me. Zefram made me."
Data - the one without skin - scanned a tricorder over Beverly and the other Data, who were discussing the ridiculousness of regulations.
"They have no mass," said Data. "It appears I was incorrect. We are suffering from temporal dislocation - what we are seeing has yet to happen."
Suddenly, Beverly rushed to the helm and clumsily pushed a few buttons.
"I thought she had no mass?" said Riker. "The board is lighting up."
"A paradox, sir," said Data. "Think of it as we are having no mass, but the bridge, and the future me and Dr. Crusher are real - or think that the future helm controls are co-existing with the present ones. It appears that she is disabling helm controls in any case."
"I'm ready, baby," she said. She lay back on the helm, the controls unresponsive to her touch now, and slid down her pants.
"What the hell?" said Picard, utterly perplexed. "What is she doing?"
Once her pants were down, she removed her skimpy white panties and spread her legs, her trimmed red thatch parting to show the pink pleasure beneath.
"Oh, fuck yeah," said Data, rubbing his hands together in anticipation. "This is going to be sweet." He lowered his own pants, and his android cock sprang free. He lowered himself onto and into Beverly quickly, and started to ram into her quickly, fucking her with hard, quick thrusts.
"I don't believe this," said Picard. He turned to look at his Data, whose mouth was open in shock.
"Something is wrong, sir," he said. "Given, I could be commanded to perform sexual intercourse with Dr. Crusher, but regulations strictly forbid sexual intercourse of any nature on the bridge of the ship. Also, I am not given to talking in that manner."
"Well, sometime in the future you will be," said Picard. "My God, taking advantage of Beverly like that. How did she let herself get drunk?"
At the helm, Data was pumping into Beverly faster and faster. She clutched his back and screamed in pleasure.
"Yes, fuck me, baby. Do me hard. Your cock is so big."
"Of course it is," cried the other Data. "Dr. Seung was so embarrassed of his...fallacy...that when he created me in his image, he decided to spruce up the image a bit, haha!"
He rammed faster and faster into Beverly's cunt, and she screamed with the pleasure of it. Data took the time to rip her tunic open, revealing large, plump breasts.He began to suck on one.
"Mmm," he said around a mouthful of tit, "You're a great fuck, you know?"
"Of course I know," she replied, gasping for breath as she slid further up the helm with each thrust. "My husband couldn't get enough, and that old bastard Picard has probably been jerking off over me ever since we met - he's always staring at my tits or ass."
Picard coughed. "She is drunk, after all," he said, hoping no one noticed the growing tent pole in his pants.
Data suddenly pulled loose. "Hands and knees," he said with a grin.
Beverly got on the floor, into the doggy position, and Data slid into her again. Grasping her hips, he tried a couple of experimental thrusts, slapping against her ass. Then he changed his mind; he pulled nearly all the way out, then slid slowly back in to the hilt, doing her like this drove her crazy, and she began gasping faster and faster.
"Oh god, I think I'm cumming..." she cried, and then screamed in pleasure. Data began humping her faster now, still pulling nearly fully out, before slamming back into the Doctor's tight cunt.
She grinned in pleasure and looked up. She happened to be right in front of Picard, and she shook her head as if confused. "Jean Luc?" she said, and suddenly she faded out of existence along with Data.
Picard sat at the table, staring at the other officers.
"Well, I for one would like an explanation of what just happened."
"It's basically all theory," said Data, "But it seems that the co-existence of the Enterprise and the Klingon ship caused a temporal dislocation - resulting in time pockets throughout the entire ship. We have several reports of crew members bumping into new crewmembers, friends they were just talking to, and even themselves."
"Do you have the location of these time pockets?"
"I believe so, sir. To prevent further encounters, I suggest we quarantine those areas - including the bridge."
"We'll make use of the secondary bridge," said Picard.
"Can you explain how Dr. Crusher 'saw' the Captain?" asked Deanna.
"We don't know that she did. Perhaps the Captain of that time emerged on the bridge, perhaps a future Captain appeared and was unaware of her - or perhaps the two time pockets joined briefly before separating."
"Can we change what's going to happen?" asked Riker. "One of the crewmen bumped into his 'replacement', apparently he died in a gas explosion in two weeks' time. He's in sickbay in shock."
"The future is not set," replied Data. "I, for one, am not going to replace my skin until this problem is dealt with."
"Perhaps, Deanna," spoke up Worf, who had remained quiet so far, "you should get rid of that bottle of Tequila?"
"Excellent," said Data. "If Dr. Crusher does not get drunk, she will likely not perform the endeavor."
"Where is Dr. Crusher?" asked Picard. They all looked around, no one knew. "Computer, locate Doctor Crusher."
"Dr. Crusher is in holodeck one."
"Worf, take her to sickbay or her quarters," said Picard. The Klingon nodded and left.
"Right," said Picard. "Let's begin evacuation."
Five minutes later, Deanna sat in her quarters, staring at the bottle of Tequila. It seemed a shame to just...chuck it out. She looked around her quarters, then grabbed a glass, opening the bottle, she poured some in.
"For Zefram," she said, and belted it back.
Worf entered holodeck 1. The grid glowed softly; no program was being run. Beverly stood in the center, arms spread out, smiling.
"Isn't it beautiful?" she said with a smile.
"Dr. Crusher," said Worf in his deep baritone, wishing to be back on DS9 where the only odd thing that happened was invading Cardassians, playing politics with power-hungry Bajorans, and poker with Ferengi.
"Yes, what is it?" asked Beverly, her eyes remaining closed.
"There is no program running," he said simply.
She smiled. "Of course I didn't mean it, Jean Luc."
Worf's eyes widened. He swung his arm at Beverly, and it passed right through. Grabbing a tricorder, he pointed it at her. "No mass," he said simply, and ran out the door.
Dr. Crusher yawned as she left her quarters. She had finally gotten some good sleep after that trouble with the Borg. As she wondered down the hallway, she noticed faint singing coming from around the corner. She turned and saw the corridor was empty, but the singing was still there. The odd thing was, she could swear it was herself singing, but loud and off-key. The song itself was bawdy, then she heard Deanna's voice join with hers.
"Computer," she said, "Locate Counselor Troi."
"Counselor Troi is in her quarters."
Beverly rushed away, missing the image of her and Deanna coming into focus, supporting each other as they sang, Beverly waving a near-empty Tequila bottle.
"Dr. Crusher is in holodeck 1," said the computer.
"Why is the computer registering a temporal anomaly as present, if Dr. Crusher is co-existing in two different places? The computer should register both," queried Data, one eye looking thoughtful, the other just a red optical in a grey metal surface. He had not replaced his skin.
Worf frowned. "I thought of that, well, not exactly...but, listen." He strode forward several paces, scanned with his tricorder, and asked the computer again.
"Dr. Crusher is on the bridge," he and Data went a turbolift up, and Data asked the question.
"Dr. Crusher is in Counselor Troi's quarters..."
"...Captain Picard's ready room..."
"...Ten Forward..."
"...Sickbay..."
After several trips, Data sighed. "So the computer is traveling through time pockets too, registering the same person in different places all over the ship."
"That raises a bad question," said Worf. "How do we know that people we are talking to over communicators are even there?"
Deanna was unconscious on the table, slumped forward and snoring. Beverly picked up the half-full glass and sniffed the contents. She looked at the bottle, half-full as well.
She hesitated, then drank the contents of the glass.
"Not bad," she said, then dropped the glass to the table. She clutched her throat and made a hacking, coughing noise. "My God," she whispered hoarsely, "Need a drink..." She rushed to the replicator and whispered, "Water."
Nothing happened. She asked again and again, then finally gave up. She staggered around, the feeling should be abating, she thought, but it was not. In desperation, she grabbed the bottle and took a swig. The liquid actually did soothe her throat, but when she removed the bottle, it began to burn again. She took another swig, then another and another.
"Hey," muttered a voice, "Save some for me." Beverly looked down and saw Deanna, awake and blinking groggily. She reached out and took the bottle, which nearly slid out of her hand.
"Need it," whispered Beverly, "No water."
"Computer...water..." said Deanna. Water appeared in the replicator. Beverly stared at it, suspicious, then drank it down. It soothed her throat some. She turned and looked at Deanna, who was swishing the last part of Tequila in the bottle around disconsolately.
"I don't know how that stuff got you drunk," said Beverly, "But you..." Suddenly Deanna's sad expression made her want to laugh, and she did, loudly.
"Huh?" said Deanna, looking around, "Wass'up?"
Beverly stumbled against the table and caught hold of it to support her weight. "You," she said, pointing at Deanna and struggling not to laugh, "Are so drunk..."
"Yeah," said Deanna, attempting to rise to her feet, "Well, look who's talking."
Beverly spun around, almost falling over. "Who?" she said, and cracked up laughing.
Data and Worf entered Data's quarters. They peered around, and when Data ordered the lights on, the computer did respond.
"She's not here," said Worf, "Scratch that one off the list."
Data did so mentally. "What would Dr. Crusher be doing in my room anyway?"
Worf stared at him meaningfully, and Data, his emotion chip on, looked away embarrassed.
"Come on, where next?"
"You know," said Data, "This is almost certainly futile. In each time pocket, she isn't just going to sit around; she'll move about. I anticipate only a 34.789045% chance we will find the real her."
"I believe in luck," said Worf, "And some good has to come our way eventually."
Beverly and Deanna, supporting each other, staggered down an empty corridor. It had been evacuated because of a time pocket in the area. They were singing a song Beverly remembered from her Academy days - it was rather bawdy and disgusting, or so she had thought at the time, now it just amused her:
The woman's name was Fran
She did my entire clan
She had the biggest tits
She'd do you for two bits
She had a real tight cunt
She even did a runt...
Deanna joined in after getting the gist of things, and eventually, they found themselves at Holodeck 6.
"What's up?" asked Deanna, peering about in a drunken haze.
"I wanna show you this hologram program Wesley sent me," she said. She suddenly burst into tears, "He's such a good boy..."
"I know, honey," said Deanna, petting her hair, "He's a fine, fine boy."
"What's that supposed to mean?" asked Beverly, pushing her away. "You saying you're attracted to my boy, you saying you did my boy?"
"Huh?" said Deanna, leaning against a wall, "No...but I, uh...think he's a fine young lad, make his Dad proud."
"Yeah," said Beverly, sniffing back tears, "But I...never mind, come inside the holodeck, it's great."
They walked into paradise.
Picard finished speaking on his communicator. He turned to Riker, "Data wants to meet you in holodeck 1, something about the problem being solved."
"Is it wise to separate?" asked Riker, "Data's plan needs all of us."
"Data knows what he is doing," said Picard, "Get to it."Worf grinned, "I told you good luck would come our way. We can escape these time pockets - are you sure that it will work?"
"Of course," said Data, "It's a 98.6742% proof plan. As long as no one goes into the major time pockets on the bridge or holodeck 1, we'll be fine."
Deanna stared around at the rolling expanses of hills. The sun shone on forests far in the distance; everything was green.
"It's beautiful," she whispered in awe, "And Wesley made this?"
"Yeah," said Beverly with a smile, "Just for his mother. There was an oak tree like this on Jack's home on Earth, and we used to picnic there."
"You miss them, don't you," said Deanna with a smile, "Wesley and Jack?"
"Yeah, Jack most of all, but I've gotten over it," she gave a drunken grin, "It's sex I miss - I haven't gotten laid since I met that 'ghost/alien' thing."
Deanna snorted, but didn't mention the encounter they had both experienced on DS9 when battling the ancient Vulcan sorcerer Tapek.
"I sometimes think that's all men are good for - fucking."
"Yeah - I just wish we didn't have to cater to their needs so much. We should be able to concentrate on our own pleasure, not theirs."
"I know how you feel. Worf is a lot like that - but I can expect it from a Klingon."
"Is he...you know...big?" asked Beverly, a small smile on her face.
Deanna laughed, "He's huge - I sometimes think I'm going to burst. But once he's cum, it's over."
Beverly sighed, "He's never there for you, I bet he's never eaten you out, has he?"
"Not once, no man has - they just shove their cocks in and cum."
Beverly sat down and slid her arm slowly down between her thighs. She began to make small circles across her crotch with her middle finger. "This is the only pleasure I get anymore - I can't use vibrators, they make me feel so pathetic and alone."
"I know," smiled Deanna, rubbing her own crotch now, "So whenever I can, I feel myself up."
Beverly slid her hands down her pants and began moving faster, "But it does feel good - I love it - I just wish someone else would do it to me."
"But what man would ever touch a woman like that?"
"Even if they did, they wouldn't know how - only a woman knows."
Deanna nodded, coming to a decision, "Move your hand out, I'll do it."
Beverly looked up at her, "No fooling?"
"No - but you have to do me afterwards, promise?"
"I scratch your cunt, you scratch mine?" they both laughed.
"Yeah," said Deanna at last, "Take your clothes off."
They both slid out of their clothes and stared at each other. Deanna had bigger breasts, but Beverly had a nicer ass - she was taller, and Deanna felt small and insignificant in comparison. Beverly lay on the ground, her cunt was well-trimmed, which made Deanna sigh in relief - she didn't want to have to work her fingers through a bush.
She got onto her knees and began to slide her fingers up Beverly's thighs. The doctor groaned in pleasure and arched her back, spreading her legs wider. This gave Deanna better access to her cunt, which she quickly spread open with her other hand. She slipped one finger in and began to slide it in and out - it had no problems, the drunken doctor was well-lubricated. After a little time, when Beverly's moans got louder, she slipped another finger in and began to slide faster and faster. Cum dripped from Beverly's thighs, wetting the grass below her. Deanna felt a sudden, insatiable urge to eat her out, and she moved her head closer. Reaching out tentatively with her tongue, she gave a quick lick and found she liked the taste. Beverly groaned in pleasure and arched her back higher. Deanna removed her fingers, eliciting a groan which quickly changed to pleasure as Deanna positioned her mouth around Beverly's cunt lips and began to suckle on her cunt, no juice escaping her as she sucked on the inebriated physician's cunt lips. Beverly screamed in pleasure and came, her juices flowing freely from her pussy. Deanna drank as much of it as she could, but about half flowed around her face and down her cheeks.
The Betazoid could barely believe the pleasure, and she found herself pressing her fingers into her own cunt. Remembering the pact, she quickly swiveled around so her own dripping cunt was over Beverly's face. The doctor also remembered and quickly went to work - licking and sucking on the counselor's vagina. Both females came at the same time, their juices flowing down their asscheeks and facecheeks alike. Beverly reached around and cupped one of Deanna's buttocks in her hand; she placed her cum-saturated finger on her asshole and slowly began to work it in. Deanna moaned in pleasure as the finger worked its way up her tight anal passage.
Beverly came again, and she cried out in pleasure. She grabbed her Betazoid sex partner's clitoris between her teeth and bit lightly, and the cum flowed again, almost drowning Beverly in cunt juices. Deanna finally collapsed on top of Beverly, then rolled her cum-soaked and exhausted body off Beverly, a small but audible pop could almost be heard as Beverly's finger slipped out of her ass.
Beverly sat up and grinned at Deanna, who was breathing heavily. She leaned over and began to suck on one of her large breasts.
"Please," panted Deanna, "I...can't...take much...can't take much...more of this."
Beverly bit her nipple lightly and then sat up, "You can't be tired already?"
"All fucked out," whispered Deanna, "Maybe you'll...have to use...a vibrator after all..." she giggled.
"If only there was a humanoid vibrator, living for my sexual pleasure," said Beverly wistfully, then she sat up straight, "There is!"
"Huh?" asked Deanna, sitting up, all thoughts of exhaustion fading from her drunken mind as the thought of a humanoid vibrator came into her mind, "Where?"
"Follow me," said Beverly, standing up awkwardly and pulling on her clothes. She picked up the near-empty tequila bottle, "We're going to Data's quarters."He sighed and sat down to think things through, then he heard the noise. He looked up and found himself sitting in a familiar garden paradise. The wind was blowing strong enough to bend the long grass towards him, but he found he couldn't feel it or the grass around him. He looked over and smiled to himself - he knew where he was now.
Across from him sat three men dressed in Musketeer outfits of the 17th Century - it was Worf, Data, and Geordi. They were drinking from mugs of ale and laughing. This was a holodeck program that had been assumed erased completely over 6 years ago, but obviously a copy had been kept by Reg - the engineer who made it - and now Riker found himself inside it once more. He grimaced as he remembered how the rest of the program went - sure enough, here came the fourth musketeer, himself, only he was now only four to five feet tall.
He got up and walked away from the scene of the other three musketeers mocking his diminutive double. He found himself in a clearing, the wind was dying down, but he could feel it now - the time pocket was moving closer into his own time.
"Hello, darling," came a voice. He turned and saw Deanna approaching; she was dressed in robes and she looked exceptionally beautiful. "I am the goddess of this glade..."
Riker had had enough. He took a gambit based on the time pocket's proximity.
"Computer, end program." The images suddenly started to fizzle and fade, then slowly only the holodeck grid was left. Riker turned and strode to the door. "Open." This time the computer replied, and he walked out into the Enterprise. | 2 |
1,237 | Star Trek: Voyager Q-Spot Part 3 | "This is perplexing," Tuvok thought as he observed his "family." "This could be an alternate universe, or maybe my mind has been transferred to this body. The best way to find out is to tell them the truth."
Tuvok approached the three people sitting in the living room.
"Harry, Sally, Tommy, I must talk to you," Tuvok said as the faces of the rest of the Solomons looked at him.
"Yes, Dick," Sally said. "What is it?"
"This may come as a surprise, but I am not who I appear to be," Tuvok said calmly.
"No kidding, Dick," Tommy laughed.
The response puzzled Tuvok, but he continued, "I am not human, I'm an alien," he said.
The three of them fell over laughing out loud. "Oh, Dick, you are a funny man. We all know you are an alien Commander," Sally said as she wiped the tears of laughter from her face.
"You know my rank?" Tuvok said with as much surprise as a Vulcan could.
"Knock it off, Dick. We know you are an alien; you are the Supreme Commander of our mission. Stop horsing about," Tommy said.
"They are aliens too, and we appear to be on an undercover mission," Tuvok thought, then he said, "And what is our mission?"
"Uh, I know, it's... well... don't help, I know... Jeez, I just had it," Harry said with a confused look on his face.
"Shut the hell up, Harry, you imbecile," Sally said and slapped Harry. "Our mission is to investigate the humans and their way of life. Come on, get with the program, Dick," she said.
"Oh, of course, Sally. You are absolutely right. Now, let's go and investigate, shall we," Tuvok said. He found himself intimidated by Sally and found it better to do as she said. He found Tommy to be a typical teenage boy, but he acted as if he were an old man. Now Harry was a "bozo"; he believed the term was. Tuvok estimated his IQ to be at the level of a potted plant, but only if it had not been watered for weeks.
"Hey, Dick," Tommy said, "Don't you have to go to work?"
"Oh, yes, of course. I'm off right now," Tuvok said and left for work.
Tuvok went to the college and made his way to the office he shared with Dr. Mary Albright, a woman that "Dick" was dating. Tuvok went to the door as he searched for his keys; he heard some moans coming from the office. Tuvok found the door unlocked and opened it slightly to see who was inside. He saw his assistant Nina sitting in his chair with her skirt up around her hips and her panties around her ankles; she was masturbating!
Tuvok observed without any passion as the Nubian beauty pleasured herself. Nina was a very beautiful woman with a milk chocolate complexion and a great figure. Her long and slender legs were spread wide apart as Nina worked a long black dildo in and out of her pussy with one hand, while her other hand was fondling her large and firm breasts. She moaned with pleasure, and Tuvok surmised that she had been at it for some time, as a wet patch was starting to show on the chair.
She moved her hips to meet the dildo as she thrust it deeper and deeper inside her cunt. Suddenly, she pulled the dildo out of her pussy with a loud pop and started to rub it against her asshole. She then slowly started to slide the slick dildo up her ass. Tuvok knew what anal sex was, but he had never seen it in practice; he found that he was very interested in the scene before him.
Nina slid the dildo up her all the way in, and then she pulled another dildo out from somewhere. She licked the new dildo, which was metal and 10 inches long. She licked it quickly and then she put it into her pussy. She started to work the two dildos now, as her lust became more and more intense. Her hips bucked, and she moaned louder and louder.
Her body then shook with an orgasm, and then she slid to the floor, totally exhausted from the ordeal.
Tuvok found that he was disappointed as the display of lust was over; he could not understand why. "Maybe it's a result of this humanoid body," he concluded. Tuvok found that he had to do something, so he left, called in sick, and went "home."
"Hey, Sally, do you know what anal sex is?" Tuvok asked the leggy woman.
"Well, I know what it is, but I don't see the appeal in taking it up the ass," Sally said as she stretched out on the couch.
"Damn, I have to do this now," Tuvok said (one of Q's suggestions). "It's important that we examine all parts of humanity," Tuvok said and sat down beside the woman.
"Well, okay, Dick. But only if I can suck your cock first. I love the taste of a man's cock," Sally said and unzipped Tuvok's pants.
"It's a deal," Tuvok said as he felt Sally's wonderful lips around his already erect cock. Her expert cock-sucking had the desired effect, and his cock stood at its full 10 inches.
"MMMMMMMMMM, that is good," Sally said as she caught her breath. "Let me try something I read about last week," she said. Sally took his cock in her mouth again, and she swallowed the whole ten inches (nobody had ever done that for him before), and then she started to hum. The sensation was incredible, and Tuvok felt his normal control slip away from him as the vibrations from Sally's mouth made him cum quicker than he had ever done.
"OOOOOOHHHHHH, Sally," Tuvok moaned as he shot his load in her mouth. Sally clamped down on his cock and swallowed every last drop of semen that spurted from Tuvok's cock.
"Mmmmm, that tasted great. Now, if you want, put it in my ass," Sally said as she stood up and removed her jeans.
"Don't you wear panties?" Tuvok said as she uncovered her sandy-haired bush.
"The feel of jeans against my pussy is so great; I never wear panties," she said as she got on all fours on the couch.
"I believe that you need lubrication before I can put my cock up your ass," Tuvok said as he started to rub her already wet pussy. He rubbed her cunt juices all over her ass and probing inserted a finger in her asshole.
"Hey, that's not bad, Dick," Sally said. She had pulled off her shirt and was playing with her magnificent breasts.
"Okay, get ready for it," Tuvok said as he placed his cock against her puckered anus. He slowly pushed his cock up her incredibly tight ass; he had to fight for every inch, but the sensation was so incredible that it was worth it. "Oh yes, oh yes, ooooohhh hhhheeeeeeelllllllll yes," Sally moaned as his cock slid deeper into her ass.
When he finally pressed his cock all the way inside her, he had to admit that the sensation was incredible. Sally was really into it too. She had four fingers up her cunt as Tuvok began to thumb against her ass as he fucked her faster and faster. He felt his balls slap against her butt as he drove completely into her. Sally started to move her ass back to meet Tuvok's movement.
As Tuvok took her up the ass, Harry came out from his room. "Hey, keep it down, you woke me up," he said, and then he froze at the sight that greeted him in the living room. Harry might be stupid, but he knew what sex was, and when he could get some. He had always wanted to fuck Sally, but was afraid to ask (if he only knew that Sally had to have it at least 4 times a day, he would have asked).
"Hi, Harry, come over here and see what Dick is teaching me. He's oh...oh...oh...yes, he's fucking me in the ass, it's incredible. You can go next if you want," Sally said as she looked at him with lust in her eyes.
"Oh yes, please," Harry said and pulled his dick out. It was only six inches, but as thick as a ripe cucumber. Sally hungrily tried to get the big cock into her mouth, but she could only fit the head inside her mouth. "It's gonna feel great up my ass later on," Sally thought.
Tuvok was incredibly turned on by the sight of Sally sucking Harry's thick cock, and he felt another orgasm coming on. "OOOOHHHH, Fuck," he yelled out as he shot his load up her ass. He leaned over her body and tried to catch his breath with his dick still pumping jiz up her ass.
"Now you fuck me, Harry," Sally said. "I'm still not done."
"SSSSWWWWWWEEEEEEETTTT," Harry cried out as he got down behind Sally. He found the lubricated anus and pressed his thick dick against it. He had to take it extremely slow because of the thickness, but he did not care; he was fucking Sally, and he savored every second of it.
"Wait, Harry, I have a better idea. Dick, get on the floor, and then you can both fuck me," Sally said. Tuvok got down on his back, and Sally was on him with a flash. She impaled herself on his hard dick and started to pump up and down.
"Now, Harry, fuck me in the ass," Sally said, and Harry responded immediately. He got down on his knees and began to push his cock up her ass. The sensation of two cocks in her was pure heaven; she could feel the thin wall between the two cocks getting sore, but she did not care.Tuvok was surprised at the sensation of another man's cock next to his; he would definitely repeat this experience later and then again and again. Tuvok bucked his hips up into Sally's hot cunt as Harry fucked her tight ass.
At this point, Tommy came up the stairs and was surprised by the image that greeted him. "Ah man, why didn't you wait for me? I would have loved to participate," Tommy said while looking at the three Solomons on the floor.
"Hi Tommy, Dick is showing me the pleasures of being fucked up the ass. It is sensational, let me suck your cock and I'll let you go next," Sally said and put a hand on the bulge on Tommy's pants.
"Woo-hoo!" was all Tommy could say as he felt Sally's hand slip inside his pants. He had fucked Sally a couple of times, and he always found it to be a wonderful experience, and now he would get to take her up the ass.
Sally started to suck on Tommy's 7-inch cock, as Tuvok slammed hard into her in unison with Harry's pistoning cock in her ass. "OOOOOHHH, Sally, I'm gonna cum," Harry said, and Tuvok felt that he was about to cum as well.
"Oh, shoot it up me," Sally said as she briefly removed Tommy's cock from her mouth. Harry quickly complied as he shot his jiz up her ass. Tuvok felt Sally's ecstasy, which stemmed from Harry's juices in her ass, and he could hold out no longer as he shot his seed high up her tight cunt with a loud moan.
"OOOOHHHH, Boy!" Sally screamed out as she felt two loads shooting inside her, then she pushed Tommy back into the couch. Harry and Tuvok pulled their cocks out of her, and she climbed onto the couch. Tuvok and Harry watched as Sally sat down on Tommy's throbbing erection. The resistance of her ass was gone after two cocks in her ass, and she quickly slid his cock all the way up her ass and started to buck wildly.
"Man, she's like a bucking bronco," Tommy said.
"She's a football player?" Harry said with a blank look on his face. Tuvok did not know what to say, so he just slapped Harry.
"Shut up and enjoy the show," Tuvok said as he sat down to watch Sally fuck Tommy's brains out. Tommy just sat there while Sally did all the work. Tommy was enjoying the experience so much that he could not do anything but sit there and feel her hot, wet, tight ass slam down onto his pelvis with great force.
"Hey, Tommy, you could use your hands, you know?" Sally said, and Tommy quickly put his hands on her ass and added to the force of the ass fucking. "Oh, yes, Tommy, that's it. I'm close to cumming. Keep it up," Sally moaned as Tommy's hands kneaded her firm ass cheeks.
Sally started to convulse with orgasm, and Tommy had no option but to shoot his load as he felt her ass clench even tighter than it was, and he could hold off no longer. Tommy's jiz shot up her ass, and they both slumped down onto the couch to catch their breath.
"That was incredible," Sally said as she caught her breath. "I hope we could do this again."
"Oh, yes," the others said in unison.
Q had enjoyed the scene so much that he had pulled out his dick and was stroking it slowly. "That was so hot," Q said.
The Captain was shocked as she noticed that Q was jerking off right in front of her. "That gives me an idea," she thought.
"Well, I believe that Mr. Tuvok successfully completed his experiment," Q said. "Let's reward him," he snapped his finger, and Tuvok appeared from the Solomon's living room.
"Where did he go, Q?" Janeway said.
"Don't worry, he's just resting," Q said. "Now, let's look at what kind of antics one of your female friends is up to, shall we?"
The End of Part 3
Who is next, and where is Tuvok?
Will Captain Janeway find a way to counter Q? | 1 |
1,238 | Star Trek: Voyager Q-Spot Part 4 | "Is this a dream?" Seven thought as she looked in the mirror. "Or a hallucination, it might even be a holodeck program," the ex-Borg thought as she moved around the apartment she was sharing with a couple of girls.
"Why do I think of this as my apartment?" She thought, then she saw one of her roommates sleeping on the couch.
"Hmm, why is she sleeping here? She is such an airhead," Seven thought as she observed the slim blonde woman sleeping on the couch. The woman was wearing a long T-shirt, which she normally slept in, and Seven could see her slim legs which were stretched out on the couch.
Seven had admired the figure of the sleeping girl since she found herself there a couple of days ago. Suddenly the woman moved, and Seven could see that she was not wearing any panties. Seven could see the woman's trimmed blonde snatch. She was surprised to see the pussy, and she immediately thought of her own pussy. The Doctor had stimulated her follicle growth, including on her pussy. She was not comfortable with the wild bush that had appeared, and the Doctor had to trim it every week. She knew that he was a hologram, but she thought that he enjoyed it as much as she did.
Seven's hormones had asserted themselves over the last couple of weeks, but she had not yet had an opportunity to get any relief. She looked at the woman's exposed crotch and thought, "What the hell, I'll give it a try," Seven thought and sat on the couch besides the girl.
Seven let her hands slide up and down the woman's legs to see how deep she was asleep. She soon found her hands on the pussy of the sleeping woman. Seven found that she was already wet, and she had to taste it soon. She first licked her hand gently to taste the juices. Seven positioned herself between the woman's legs and gently put her tongue on the sleeping woman's pussy. She liked the taste even more when it came straight from the source, and she started to lick the wet cunt with greater enthusiasm and had to put a hand down her own pants to rub her own cunt.
Suddenly the sleeping woman stirred and then she opened her eyes and said, "Rachel, what the hell are you doing?"
"Don't you like it, Phoebe?" Seven said.
"Well, maybe, but that doesn't mean that I'm a thespian," Phoebe said, not taking her eyes off the sight of her "friend" licking her pussy while putting a hand down her own pants.
"You mean lesbian, Phoebe," Seven said. "Do you want me to stop?" She said and then returned to her cunt licking.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, well, I guess not," Phoebe said and pulled her T-shirt up over her breasts. She started to fondle her own tits as Seven licked her wet cunt. "Let's get completely naked," Phoebe suggested.
"Alright," Seven said and started to remove her clothes. Her tight pants were quickly followed by a lace bra and a pair of black G-string panties. Seven stood in front of Phoebe completely naked, enjoying Phoebe's attention.
"At first, I thought it was Joey, but you are even better," Phoebe said as she put her hands on Seven's huge tits.
"Joey?" Seven said as she felt Phoebe's hot body against her own.
"Yeah, we sometimes have a quick fuck, you know, just to take the pressure," Phoebe said and kissed Seven deeply. She then moved down Seven's body as she started to kiss her glorious tits. She sucked on Seven's nipples, and they quickly hardened as Phoebe continued to suck on them alternately. Seven's hands soon found Phoebe's ass, and she started to knead it.
Phoebe got down on her knees and put her face in Seven's cunt. "OOHHHH my," Seven moaned as she felt a woman lick her pussy. Seven pushed Phoebe back onto the floor and sat on her face. Phoebe hungrily ate Seven's pussy and then pushed a finger up her own cunt. Seven turned around, and then she started to lick Phoebe's pussy as Phoebe licked hers.
Phoebe's oral lashings were too much for Seven as she had her first ever orgasm. She shuddered as Phoebe continued to lick her cunt, and Seven felt the most awesome sensation she had ever felt.
"Wow, Phoebe, that was great," Seven said and kissed Phoebe. "Hey, I have an idea," she then said. "Sit back and wait."
Seven got up and went into the kitchen. After a moment, Seven returned with a cucumber in her hand.
"Let's try this out," Seven said as she started to lick the cucumber. She sat down beside Phoebe, and they both started to lick the cucumber. "Lean back, Phoebe, and brace yourself," Seven said.
Seven put the cucumber at the mouth of Phoebe's cunt and then she slid it in. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH My," Phoebe moaned as she felt the ridged vegetable slide up her cunt. Seven started to move the cucumber in and out with greater speed and force. "Oh, Rachel, it feels incredible. You should try it," Phoebe said as her hips started to buck to meet Seven's hands.
"I will try it. Right now, actually," She said as she moved her pussy so it faced Phoebe's cunt and then she slid the other end of the cucumber into her own cunt. Seven moved closer to Phoebe, and their pussies met. They started to press their hips together, working the cucumber around their pussies. "Oh, fuck yes," Seven said, and Phoebe pressed her crotch against Seven's wet pussy. Seven was not sure which felt better, the cucumber in her hot, tight pussy or the feel of Phoebe's wet pussy against her own.
Seven massaged her tits as they fucked each other with great joy, and then her hand found her clit. Seven found that she could massage both their clits as they moved against each other, and she was reaching new heights of ecstasy.
"Oh yes, oh yes," Phoebe started to moan higher and higher until she climaxed with a loud moan of pleasure. "OOOOOHHH MMMMMMYYYYY GGGGGGOOOOOOODDDDD."
The motion of Phoebe's climaxing body turned Seven on even more, and she felt her second orgasm coming on, and this one was even greater than the first. "YYYYYYYYYEEEEEESSSSSS," Seven moaned as she came, and then she slumped to the floor with exhaustion.
"Man, Rachel, you are full of surprises. This was great. Can we do this again later, please?" Phoebe pleaded.
"Of course, we can, Phoebe, and next time, we might even include Monica in our fun," Seven said as she kissed Phoebe. | 3 |
1,239 | The Nanny, an erotic story | "What's wrong with me?" Fran Fine thought as she inspected herself in the mirror. "Ain't I sexy or attractive anymore?"
Fran was both sexy and attractive. Her face was a vision of beauty with full, plump lips she always kept fire engine red. Her hair was black as ebony and silky smooth, shoulder-length. But her best and most sexy features were her breasts and her ass. Her breasts were the most magnificent 38D cones, full and firm, and she was proud of the fact that she did not need a bra to keep them up - she only wore a bra when she absolutely had to. Her ass was the most perfectly shaped peaches, firm and round, and always showed off nicely in the tight outfits she wore.
Fran was beginning to doubt her attractiveness since she had started to work for Maxwell Sheffield a couple of years ago, even more so after they had taken a trip to Paris together. They had found each other there and they kissed and held hands, but nothing more. Mr. Sheffield had even told her that he loved her but then taken it back.
"Boy, am I horny," she thought. "It's been a while since the last time, and Val is out of town."
Val was Fran's best friend and secretly a lesbian. Fran was more into men, but Val had satisfied her more than once when the urges had been too much. She remembered when Val had told her that she was gay. They were both seniors in high school, and they had talked about dating when Val said, "I'm not really into boys." Fran was stunned but not really surprised since Val never dated.
Fran had never thought about being with other women before Val's announcement, but she had started to wonder. A week after Val had told Fran, Fran asked Val how it was like to have sex with a woman.
Val had replied, "I think it's ten times better than with a man."
"How do you know?" Fran asked, as she had always assumed that Val was a virgin, the last 16-year-old virgin in Flushing. "Well, I let Robert Zmeck fuck me under the bleachers one day in the ninth grade," Val said. Fran could not believe it - when they were freshmen, Robert Zmeck was the senior class president and captain of the football team, and Fran had been dying to date him for a long time.
"How did you get him to do that?"
"Well, I didn't really mean for it to happen, but he caught me sneaking into the boy's locker room after their practice and he said he had to punish me. I said I would do anything if he did not turn me in."
"And did you?"
"Well, I didn't do anything, he jumped me and then he started to tear my clothes off and then he took me under the bleachers."
Fran was shocked by Val's story, but also incredibly turned on. She had wondered how two women could have sex. She asked Val how she had sex with another woman, and then Val showed her.
Fran realized that she was touching her clit while she thought of her first time with Val, and she was starting to get wet. "Damn, I'm horny," she thought. "I have to do something about it right now."
Fran went to her room and changed from the tight slacks she had worn, partly because they were soaked at the crotch - Fran had always been very wet - and partly because she had a plan.
She shimmied out of her black silk G-string and then proceeded to put on a tight white mini skirt, the one Mr. Sheffield once had called her "belt." She knew that he always stared at her when she had that on and had enjoyed bending over in front of him so he could see her ass and underwear.
And she knew he looked, but she had never seen any "physical" reaction, and that was one of the reasons she had begun to doubt her attractiveness. Niles, the only other man in the house, didn't look at her when she did it, or if he did, he was very good at covering it up. "Maybe Niles is gay," she thought. "Oh my god, what if Niles and Mr. Sheffield were..." No, that thought was too repulsive, but it would explain a lot.
Fran went downstairs again while checking that the kids were all out. She was alone in the house with Mr. Sheffield and maybe Niles, but she was not sure where he was.
Maxwell Sheffield was sitting in his office working when Fran walked in. He could not help staring at the tight outfit she was wearing. "I just need the dictionary," Fran said. "What to look up the word WORK." "Ha, ha, very funny," she said and then bent down to get the dictionary off the bottom shelf.
As she bent over, she knew that she exposed her nude pussy to Mr. Sheffield, and she knew that he could not miss seeing her black-haired cunt. She hesitated before getting the book to ensure that he had a good look, then turned to face the stunned Maxwell Sheffield. "Y-y-you forgot something when you got dressed, Miss Fine." "What is that, Mr. Sheffield?" she said as she sat down on the chair across from him. She felt his look turning down, and she was getting wet by the prospect.
"You didn't put on any ahhh... Well, I mean I can see your... Pu... ehh, womanhood."
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize," she said and then got up. "You must really be angry at me," she said. "Thank god the children weren't home to see it."
Mr. Sheffield got up and said, "It's OK, Miss. Fine. It could happen to anyone."
Fran noticed that he did not have an erection. She started to cry and said, "Well, that's really a complement on my appearance," and pointed to Maxwell Sheffield's crotch.
"Well, that's not because you are not a sexy woman, God no. But I haven't had an erection since my wife died."
"I'm sorry, I did not know."
"No, that's all right. One of the reasons I keep you around is because I hope that your sexy body could one day awaken something in it."
"Well, I hope I can help you." Fran left the embarrassed Maxwell and went upstairs.
"That certainly explains a whole lot. If I could only get him to react, and then I would be home free."
Fran changed from the mini skirt to a longer black and white skirt and then proceeded to put on a pair of red silk panties.
As she pulled up her panties, she heard Maggie come home. "Damn," she thought. "I don't have time to do myself now."
CHAPTER: Chapter 2 "To boldly go where no man (or woman has gone before)"
"Hello, Maggie."
"Yeah, yeah," Maggie said and went into her room.
"Well, that's odd," Fran thought. "I better find out what is wrong."
Fran knocked on the door and went in to find Maggie sitting on the bed. Maggie was a beautiful 18-year-old blonde, Maxwell's oldest child and Fran's close friend.
"What is it, honey?" Fran asked.
"I can't tell you," Maggie said. "Hey, haven't we always been able to talk about everything before? So, come on."
"Well, okay. Today in school, we talked about homosexuality, and when I asked about how two women could do it together, everybody in my class laughed at me."
"Don't worry about it, they probably don't know either."
"In the break, the other girls started to ask if I was still a virgin and then started to tease me when I didn't answer."
"It's okay to be a virgin. Are you a virgin, Maggie?"
"Well, that depends."
"On what?"
"I know you told me about sex, and it was great. You even told me about oral sex, which nobody else would tell me."
"Yes."
"Well, I wondered; am I still a virgin if I have had oral sex?"
"First of all, yes, you are, and secondly, when did you have oral sex?"
"Well, one night some time ago, Johnny asked me to 'Blow' him, but I didn't know what he meant. Then he said, 'I want you to suck my cock,' and then I realized what he talked about. Since I like Johnny very much, I felt that I had to do it, but it was a strange experience. I had just gotten his cock, ehh... Sorry, penis into my mouth when he came all over my face. Oh, Fran, it was disgusting, and he just left me to clean up the mess."
"Honey, look at me. There is nothing wrong with ..well, blowing a man if YOU want to, but don't feel that you have to if you don't want to. Don't do anything you don't want to, okay?"
"Yes, Fran, and thank you for not being angry."
"The first blowjob is an important event in a young woman's life. The only thing that is probably more important is the first time you have sex."
"Well, that hasn't happened yet. I don't want to with Johnny since he just left without doing anything for me."
"Well, some men are really insensitive. That's why some women prefer other women."
"You mean lesbians?"
"Well, them too. Listen, sex or love is supposed to be a beautiful thing shared by two people."
"Yes, I know, a man and a woman."
"Not necessarily. Sex between two women can be even better since women know what feels good on their bodies and they are more in tune with each other."
"But I still do not see how women can have sex with each other?""It's quite simple," Fran said and then leaned over to give Maggie a passionate kiss on the mouth. Maggie was stunned, but Fran said, "Ssssh, don't say anything yet." Fran's hands lowered to Maggie's breasts, and she started to touch the young woman's budding breasts. They were larger than Fran had initially thought, and the feel of Maggie's pert boobs made her hot. "I'm gonna show you the pleasures two women can experience together." Maggie said nothing, but her breathing was starting to get heavy; she was obviously enjoying Fran's hands on her breasts.
She started to open Maggie's white silk shirt, exposing a white cotton bra. Maggie suddenly said, "Yes, oh yes, Fran." Fran was encouraged to keep on working; she removed Maggie's shirt and then opened Maggie's bra. Fran gasped as two perfect teenage boobs popped out and could not help getting wet. Fran started to massage Maggie's nipples, and they immediately turned hard. "Have any boy ever done this for you?" "No, I wouldn't let them because I know it leads to sex." Fran proceeded to lick Maggie's right breast and then put it in her mouth. Maggie moaned with pleasure, and Fran started to lick and fondle both breasts alternately. "Oh no," Maggie said, "I think I have peed in my pants. I'm all wet." "That's alright, it's a natural reaction when women get horny. Your pussy gets wet." Maggie was turned even more on by Fran's obscene words. "Is your pussy also wet, Fran?" "Oh yes, here, feel it." Fran took Maggie's hand and put it on her hot and wet loins. "Oh wow, I can feel it all the way through the skirt."
"Do you ever masturbate, Maggie?" "No, am I supposed to?" "Yes, it is a normal part of your sexual awakening." "Let me show you how." Fran started to grab Maggie's crotch when Maggie yelled out in pleasure, "Oh yes, Fran, I love you." "I love you too," she said while she felt the hot mound with one hand and the other was unbuttoning Maggie's jeans.
Maggie and Fran met in a deep passionate kiss, and to Fran's surprise, Maggie was the first to thrust her tongue into Fran's mouth. "Well, she has certainly tried that before," Fran thought, and then proceeded to remove Maggie's jeans to reveal the shapely curves of the teenage girl, her firm if not fully shaped butt and wet cunt covered by a pair of white cotton panties. Fran proceeded to rub her hands against Maggie's thighs before she removed her soaked panties. Maggie's cunt was covered with a thin layer of downy blond hair, but it could not cover her virgin pussy.
Fran slowly licked her fingers, and the taste of the young girl's juices was too much for her. "I can't do this." "Yes, oh please yes, you can't stop now." "I meant I can't do this while I'm fully dressed." "Oh, thank god, I thought you were gonna stop," Maggie gasped. "No way, I'm so horny, and I haven't fucked anybody for a long time. Let me show you how to help me."
Fran took Maggie's hands and put them on her own breasts. "Now, remember what I did. You do it to me now." Maggie started to touch Fran's breasts when she realized that she wasn't wearing a bra. "Oh wow," Maggie gasped as she massaged Fran's voluptuous breasts and started to kiss them on the outside of Fran's shirt. "Oh yes, yes, Maggie, take off my shirt, quickly before I explode," Fran moaned, clearly in ecstasy. "Can a person really explode?" Maggie thought and quickly ripped Fran's shirt open to prevent it. Fran threw her torn shirt away and then grabbed Maggie's head and pushed it between her huge tits. "Oh yes, lick them, suck my tits." Maggie was turned on by Fran's words, and she started to massage the huge mounds. She sucked on the tits and was pleased that they became hard the instant she put her tongue on them. "I must be really good at this."
Fran's mind was roaring with ecstasy, and she thought, "Why haven't I done this before? I could have taught her all that I know." Fran moved her shapely ass so she could slide the black and white skirt up over her hot and throbbing cunt. "Take my panties off, Maggie," she whispered when she bent down to kiss the young girl who was busy with her breasts. Maggie slid down to her knees and then grabbed Fran's red panties and pulled them down. "Wow, you are really wet," she said as she felt Fran's juices all the way down the thighs as she took off Fran's panties. The panties went flying, and the skirt was off a split second later.
"Get up, Maggie," Fran said, and the two women stood naked in front of each other, Fran's full adult body pressed against Maggie's young and fit body as they embraced in a passionate and deep kiss. "I want to eat your pussy, right now. Don't worry, I will be careful when I take your cherry." Maggie couldn't wait for Fran to take her, and she willingly got down on the floor and waited for Fran. Fran got on her knees and started to move up Maggie's legs, and as Fran moved up her legs, Maggie could feel Fran's huge tits touch her hot skin, and she moaned with delight.
Fran spread Maggie's legs and then slowly started to lick her clit. A shiver went through Maggie when she felt Fran's tongue in her pussy for the first time, and seconds later, her whole body tensed up in an enormous orgasm which had Maggie seeing stars. "Well, I guess that was good," Fran said. "That was fantastic. I have never experienced anything like that before, but what was it?" "It's simple, you came," Fran said as she licked the pussy juice off her face and fingers. "But it is not over yet."
"It's not?" Maggie said with excitement. She had never felt that good, and she wanted to feel it again. "No, honey, you are still a virgin, but I will take care of that. It might hurt a little, but it will soon feel better, and I will be gentle." "I know you will, Fran. I love you."
Fran started to lick her fingers and then gently started to touch Maggie's labia. Maggie felt a jolt of excitement at what Fran was about to do. Fran gently pressed first one, then two, and finally three fingers into Maggie's tight cunt. "Mmmm, you are really tight. You will make some young man happy one day." Fran started to slide her fingers up Maggie's wet cunt until she reached the hymen. "Brace yourself, Maggie honey," she said, and then popped her cherry. Maggie jumped with a mixture of surprise and pain. "How in the world can this be both painful and pleasurable at the same time?" Maggie thought, but an instant later, it was just pure pleasure, the pain quickly forgotten.
"Oh yes, oh yes, fuck me, Fran," Maggie spurred on, and Fran, encouraged by Maggie's words, started to finger-fuck the young cunt faster and faster while licking Maggie's small but hard clit. After three or four minutes of Fran's expert finger-fucking, Maggie bucked wildly as she came in an even bigger orgasm than the first time. Maggie lay motionless on the carpet. "Oh wow, that was absolutely incredible, Fran."
"You enjoyed that, didn't you?" Fran was still incredibly horny, and she decided that Maggie should help her as she had helped Maggie. "Maggie, I want you to fuck me." Maggie looked up. "Oh yes, Fran, I want you so badly. I want to eat your pussy and fuck you like you fucked me. I want to taste your cum on my face."
Fran needed no more excuses as she sat down over Maggie's face. "Lick me hard." Maggie's inexperienced tongue started to lick Fran's black pussy, and Maggie soon found that she liked the taste of Fran's pussy, and she also learned that the clit was the most sensitive part of Fran's pussy. Her juices flowed even more freely when she sucked on it. "Maggie, use your fingers on my pussy, please." Maggie immediately started to touch Fran's hairy mound with her hands and slid three fingers inside her like Fran had done to her. "Oh, honey, use four. I'm older and more experienced. I can take it." Maggie complied and started to finger-fuck Fran with four fingers. Soon, Fran's hips began to buck to meet the thrusts of Maggie's hands. "I must remember that next time," Maggie thought. "Yes, yes, lick my cunt while you fuck me, Maggie," Fran said in gasps of lust. Maggie bent down and started to taste Fran's juices and lick her clit. The combination of fingers and tongue was too much for the horny and sex-starved Fran, and she soon tensed up and squeezed Maggie's head deeper into her crotch as she screamed, "OOOOOH, yes, I'm gonna CUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMM!!!!!" After the orgasm had sent shivers through her body, Fran lay on the floor with the younger Maggie on top of her, both exhausted and dripping in cunt juice.
"Oh, you are great, Maggie. I needed that. Thank you, honey."
"It was my pleasure, believe me. But, Fran, does this mean that I am a lesbian?"
"Not necessarily. Many women are into both men and women, and their sex lives are more varied since they have more options open. I enjoy women, but I would not survive without a cock in my pussy sometimes."
"Oh," Maggie said. Fran got up and gathered her clothes. "You better shower and change before your father sees you. He would not understand."
"I won't tell him, Fran," she said as Fran left her room to go back to her own.
Chapter 3 "What I won't do for this job"
For the next few days, Fran was relaxed because her needs were satisfied by Maggie's first time. But the incident had not yet repeated itself. Firstly, because Fran did not want Maggie to be her lover, but rather find herself a nice boy (or girl) her own age, and secondly because they had not been alone in the house since.
They had talked about the incident, and Maggie understood that it was not something Fran normally did with people she worked for. She had not asked Fran if she would do it with her again, but it was maybe because she was still too shy to ask her about anything even after they had had sex on Maggie's floor.
She had wondered if Mr. Sheffield had heard their lustful screams, but she was sure that he had not since he did not indicate anything towards her.
This morning was pure heaven. The kids were all off to school, and Mr.Sheffield was out all day casting for his next production, and Niles had been gone for two hours doing the shopping.
Fran sprawled on the couch while she watched "The Bald and the Eagle," her favorite soap. "Boy, that Dallas Dakota sure was hot, bulging muscles and probably a huge cock," Fran thought as she looked on. "I'm horny again, and there is nobody home to help me. Oh well, I guess I'll have to dust off ol' Big Max," she thought. Big Max was her dildo, 10 inches of high-polished chrome and four levels. She also had a little Max, which was an 8-inch plastic dildo that she used to ass-fuck herself. "Hey, maybe I could introduce Maggie to little and Big Max when she comes home. I'm sure she would love to take it up the ass like I do."
But before she could leave the couch, Niles enters by the front door with two hands full of groceries. "Oh, shit, there goes my session with the Max brothers," Fran thought as she helped Niles carry the groceries to the kitchen.
"When are the kids back?" Niles asked.
"Not for at least five hours, and Mr. Sheffield is gone all day," Fran replied.
"Thank goodness, then we have a chance to relax," Niles said while putting the groceries away.
"By the way, Fran, I have been meaning to speak to you about something for a few days now."
"Yes, Niles, what is it?" Fran said without the faintest idea of what Niles had to say.
"It's about the stain. I can explain," Fran quickly said. "You see, I didn't know that nail polish remover would remove the color as well."
"Well, that's not the stain I was talking about."
"Eh," Fran just said, trying to buy some time.
"No, this stain was in Maggie's room."
"So why are you talking to me about it? Go yell at Maggie when she comes home."
"Well, that wouldn't be fair, since you were responsible for the stain on the carpet. Let me explain; three days ago, I found a stain on Maggie's carpet, and I could not figure out what it was, until I remembered what had happened four days ago, when Maggie came home from school."
"Shit," Fran thought. "Niles knows about me having sex with Maggie on the floor -- hold on, that's what the stain is. Why didn't I think of it?"
"Yes, you see, when I bent down to try to remove it, I was met with the distinct smell of pussy, and it was not unlike the smell I find in your room after you have used Big Max and Little Max."
"Damn, he knows about that too," Fran thought.
"I know what you were up to with Maggie, on the floor four days ago."
"Play dumb," she thought. "What do you mean, Niles?" she asked.
"Come now, I saw you fucking Maggie on the floor. I saw how you licked her tight cunt, and then she licked your pussy until you came."
She was shocked but also strangely turned on by the use of foul words by the otherwise proper English butler.
"Please don't tell Mr. Sheffield, he'll fire me, and I would have to move back to Flushing. I'll do anything you ask, just please don't turn me in, Niles."
"Anything?" Niles said. "Oh, oh, what did I just say?" Fran thought.
"Yes, anything," Fran said, thinking, "Well, I said it, and now I must do what he wants."
"I have to punish you, Fran. Get down on your knees and prepare to be punished. Close your eyes too, I don't want you to be prepared for what I will do to you."
Fran got down on her knees. "What does he have in mind?" she thought.
Suddenly, Niles thrusts his erect cock into Fran's luscious mouth. Fran is initially surprised by the action but is afraid to do anything, as Niles starts to slide his cock in and out of her mouth. "Suck me, Fran," and Fran starts to work over Niles' nine-inch erection while she thinks, "Well, that cleared up any suspicions about Niles' sexual tendencies. He is quite huge, and I'm horny as hell. This is great."
Fran begins to fondle Niles' ball-sack and soon she sucks his balls too. "Yes, Fran, you are a great cock sucker," and with that, he explodes all over Fran's face and splatters the front of her blouse. "Clean my dick," Niles orders, and Fran happily complies as she is horny and loves the taste of sperm. She licks his cock clean and then licks all her fingers clean one by one. "Are you hot, Fran? I know you haven't been fucked for some time."
"Yes, I'm hot. I want your cock in my pussy right now."
Fran starts to jack Niles off, and his dick rises to the occasion once again. "I see you are ready for my pussy as well."
Fran stands up and takes off the tight top she was wearing, revealing her beautiful breasts swaying in a green lace bra. Niles immediately flips her right tit out of the cup and starts to suck on it. His actions soon produce the desired effect as the nipples harden, and Fran's pussy gets moist. Fran can not keep her hands off her crotch while Niles sucks and licks her sensitive tits.
Niles slides Fran's bra off and discovers that her huge tits stand on their own. "Incredible," he gasps as he stares at them.
"And they feel incredible too," Fran said as she bent down and took Niles' cock between her huge tits. Niles began to move back and forth, humping her tits. She could lick the top of his cock every time he thrust forward. "Oh, Niles, come in my face. I want to lick your cum off my face. I want it, I need it."
With those words, Niles could hold back no more and fired his second load of the day. This time, Fran was prepared, and she opened her mouth and swallowed most of Niles' salty come. "Boy, he has a load left. He must be really yearning," she thought.
"Fran, that was great," Niles said as he kissed her. "Are you done?" Fran asked. "No, no, just give me a minute," "Well, just give me your tongue," Fran replied as she let her pants drop to the floor. Fran was not wearing any panties, and her pussy was gleaming with cunt juice. She jumped up on the counter, and Niles dived in between her spreading legs. Fran felt the tingle in her pussy as Niles' rough tongue worked over her pussy. "Hmm, not the same technique as Maggie, but it more than gets the job done." Niles' tongue moved up her slit and into her pussy. "Oh yes, yes, yes, Niles, suck me," Fran screamed at the top of her lungs, not worrying that anybody would hear them. Fran looked down and saw that Niles was still fully dressed, but his cock was hard again. "Take me hard, Niles," she said.
Niles quickly slid up to Fran and inserted his pulsing rod into her cunt, and soon they fucked their brains out on the kitchen counter. Fran's hips began to thrust against Niles' hips, and the juices flowed free. Suddenly, Niles withdrew and then threw Fran onto the kitchen table and took her from behind. "Oh, Niles, fuck me, fuck my wet cunt. Oh yes."
Niles increased the speed of his thrusts, and Fran screamed in ecstasy when she came in a raging orgasm. "I'm CUUUUUUUMING, Niles, oh yes, don't stop, please don't."
As Niles continued to take her while she was bent over the table.
"Sit on me," Niles whispered as he sat on a chair with his huge cock standing like a pole. Fran quickly mounted Niles and began to rock up and down on his dick while Niles sucked on her tits. "Oh, wow, this is even better as the cock slipped into her pussy all the way to the base."
"Yes, fuck me, Niles. Come in my pussy, I want your hot come in my pussy."
With that statement, Niles squeezed Fran's wonderful tits and shot a huge load off in Fran's pussy, at the same time Fran came in an orgasm unlike any before, and she screamed out her pleasure "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH, Niles" as her legs locked around Niles' hips and the chair.
Fran slid off the chair and licked the cum from Niles' now shrinking cock. "That was great, Niles. I can't wait for you to punish me again sometime," Fran said with a glint in her eyes. "Thank goodness we can just wash the juices off the floor without leaving a stain," Fran said, and they both laughed out loud.
Chapter 4 "Give a man a helping hand"
The episode with Niles the day before had left Fran feeling great, and her day was shaping up to be perfect. She had gone shopping while the kids were at school and found a great deal on some sexy French lingerie, and she had also bought a skimpy bikini for sunbathing.
She was now lying in the back garden getting a tan while she could. She wore her new bikini, which was black and only covered the most essential parts, her nipples and her pussy. She did not want to wear it in front of the kids, but she thought that it might get a reaction from Mr. Sheffield.
"Ah, sorry, Fran," Fran looked up and saw Brighton standing in the door with a red face. She quickly covered her body with a towel. "Brighton, I didn't know you were home so early."
"No, I can see that," he said. "We were let off early because of a fire in the science lab."
"Brighton, did you start it?"
"No, honestly, I was nowhere near the fire. I was in my class."
"Well, that's okay then. Your sisters won't be home for at least three hours, and Niles has gone with your father. They are auditioning show-girls."
"Say no more," Brighton winked, and then said, "I'm just gonna go to my room and relax," and left.
It wasn't until Fran lowered the towel again that she could understand why Brighton's face was so red. It seemed that her bikini top was too small for her large breasts, and one of the nipples had slipped out. "I wonder how long he stood there, looking at me?"
Fran adjusted the top and then proceeded to sunbathe until she heard rustling by a window on the first floor. When she turned around, she spotted Brighton looking down at her. "Well, what do you know, a peeping Tom," she thought.
She stretched out on the blanket while she contemplated what to do. "He should be punished, but he is just a normal 16-year-old guy, and he can't help himself," she thought. She was actually flattered that he found her attractive. "Maybe I should give him something to look at," she thought and then decided to tease Brighton. She looked around to see if anybody else was watching and then she reached back and loosened her bikini top. When she let it fall, she heard a faint moan from the first floor."That got his attention," she thought. "Let's make him really fry up there." Then she started to touch her nipples lightly. She could hear Brighton pant, and she wondered if he was masturbating. Suddenly, she was real hot and horny by that thought. "No, that's ridiculous, he's a 16-year-old boy for Christ's sake," but she could feel herself getting wet. She sneaked a hand down and felt - yes, she was wet. "I wonder if he is as well endowed as his father." Fran had accidentally walked in on Mr. Sheffield while he was in the shower one time and saw that he was huge, although she recently found out that he could not get it up anymore. "But I bet Brighton can. In fact, I bet he is jerking off right now." Fran suddenly got up and entered the house. She put her bikini top in the pocket of the white shirt she put on and then pulled a pair of white shorts up over her shapely ass. The shorts were so tight that they left nothing to the imagination, and then she sneaked upstairs.
She quietly cracked Brighton's door open, and she could see him jerking off with a fury. "Oh, well, I taught Maggie. I might as well teach Brighton, but first, let's have some fun."
She opened Brighton's door fully and said out loud, "Brighton, what the hell are you doing, you little pervert? Are you jerking off while looking at me?"
Brighton jumped up and covered his erection. "What! No, I wasn't looking at you. I swear."
"Oh, but you were jerking off?"
"No, Nanny Fine, I wasn't honestly. Please believe me."
"Well, why weren't you jerking off to the sight of me?"
"What?" Brighton just said.
"Am I not attractive or sexy? Did you not see me exposing my tits and playing with my hard nipples, or even that I touched my wet pussy? I'm disappointed. I did it just for you."
"What?" Brighton just repeated.
"Yes, I did it for you. I saw you peeking, and I took my top off so that you could get a good look. I know that you jerk-off. Everybody does."
"Really, everybody?" Brighton asked with a red face.
"Well, except you apparently. I even touched my pussy, but you did nothing."
"No, I was jerking off. I was just ashamed to tell you. I was afraid that you would be mad at me," Brighton said quickly.
"That's better. I thought that there might be something wrong with you. And no, Brighton, I'm not mad at you. Everybody jerks off, and those who say they don't lie."
"E-e-e-even you, Nanny Fine?" He stammered.
"Yes, even me. I get horny sometimes and have to do something about it," Fran answered with a straight face.
"Oh, I'm so glad you're not mad at me, but why are you up here then?"
"Well, I was just gonna let you jack off to me sunbathing, but as I said, even I get horny, so I decide to join you up here," Fran said with a glint in her eye.
"Gulp," was all Brighton could reply.
"You see, just as you are turned on by my naked tits, I was turned on by the thought of you masturbating, and I want to masturbate with you."
"What, really, but..." Brighton said.
"No buts. It'll just be our little secret. It is my job to teach you about life, and masturbation is a large part of life, so why not."
"Alright," Brighton said, and he dropped the pillow he was holding, and he revealed that he was indeed well hung, although it was not hard. Fran could see that it would be at least 8 inches long when it was hard.
"Wow, you are well developed, Brighton," Fran said as she stared at his cock.
"Not as well as you are, Nanny Fine," Brighton said as he stared at her boobs.
"It's not fair that I can see your cock, but you can't see my tits or pussy," Fran said, and Brighton was visibly shocked to hear Fran use those words.
Fran unbuttoned the shirt she was wearing and revealed her full tits to Brighton. "Oh, my god," Brighton whispered as she dropped the shirt to the floor.
"Uh, I see you like it, Brighton," Fran said as she looked at Brighton's cock, which was hardening as they spoke.
Fran unbuttoned her shorts and shimmied out of them. Brighton stared at her as she turned and displayed her shapely peaches to Brighton and then bent over and took off her bikini bottom. "Oh, my god," Brighton said again as Fran turned and showed her well-rounded naked body to Brighton.
Brighton was fully erect now and ready to explode when Fran said, "Now sit down and start to jerk that huge cock off while I finger-fuck my wet cunt."
"Why are you wet? There is no pool around?" Brighton asked.
"When women get horny, their pussy gets wet so the cock can slide into it easier," Fran replied as she spread her legs to show Brighton how wet she was.
Brighton grabbed his hard cock and started to jerk-off while Fran's fingers pistoned in and out of her hot cunt. "Oh, Brighton, you have no idea how horny I am right now. My nipples are hard. Oh, oh, I'm gonna CUUUUUMMMMM!" she yelled as her body stretched out in an orgasm. While her body shivered with joy, Brighton's dick shot a load onto his bed.
"Wow, that was great, Nanny Fine," Brighton said while getting his breath back.
"Call me Fran now. I mean, you have seen me have an orgasm in front of you," Fran replied while she licked the come off her fingers.
"Why were your nipples hard?" Brighton asked.
"When I touch my breasts, they get hard with excitement. Do you want to feel?" Fran asked.
"Oh, God, yes," Brighton answered and rushed over to the nude and prone Fran Fine.
"Easy now, let me guide you," Fran said and took Brighton's hands.
"I will only allow you to touch me if you swear not to tell your father about this. It will be our little secret."
Brighton nodded quickly. "Of course, I won't tell. What am I gonna say? 'Hey, dad, I saw Nanny Fine naked, and then I jerked off while she finger-fucked her wet, hairy pussy'? First of all, he would not believe me. I don't even believe it, and secondly, he would kill me if I told him such a story."
Fran put Brighton's hands on her tits and said, "Gently massage the nipples, and they will get hard." Brighton started to carefully touch her nipples, and they did indeed start to harden. "MMMMMMM, that's real good, Brighton. Now, lick them, and they will get even harder," Fran said, and Brighton willingly complied with the request as he took Fran's hard, dark brown nipples in his mouth. He kept his hands working on her breasts while he sucked her tits. Fran suddenly noticed that Brighton's cock once again stood erect. "Brighton, remember when I sat you down last year and told you about sex?" Fran said while she got hornier and hornier. "Yeah," Brighton said and then returned to sucking her nipples. "Well, I told you about sex and masturbation, but I did not tell you about oral sex," Fran said, eyeing his dick. "Oral sex? Oh, you mean a blow job," Brighton said with a smile.
"You know what a blow job is, Brighton. Have you had one before?" Fran said while caressing Brighton's tight ass.
"I know what it is, but..." Brighton's voice trailed off.
Fran grabbed Brighton by his cock, and Brighton shivered. "Have you ever been touched by a woman?" Fran asked. "N-n-no," Brighton stammered as Fran started to fondle his balls. "Well, it's about time then. Wow, your balls are ready to burst. They need to be drained right now."
Fran bent down and took Brighton's throbbing cock in her mouth. "Oh, my god," Brighton whispered. Fran started to suck Brighton's cock and worked herself into a frenzy. Brighton was in seventh heaven when he heard, "Oh, Brighton, shoot your load right in my mouth. Give it to me," Fran said, and then she continued to suck Brighton's cock. That statement, in combination with the sound of Fran's cock sucking, drove Brighton over the edge, and he came in a huge explosion of sperm. Brighton's knees buckled under him while Fran swallowed Brighton's hot jiz. She then proceeded to lick the cum off his dick.
"Oh, my god, I think I just fainted," "Well, I guess it was good, huh?" Fran replied.
"Now, it's your time to do something for me," Fran said. Brighton quickly stood up and said, "What do you have in mind?" he eagerly said.
"Well, you are certainly eager to please. I like that. Okay, I just sucked your cock, now you must return the favor. You must learn to lick my pussy."
"Oh, fuck, yes," Brighton replied and got down on his knees. "I'm ready."
Fran spread her pussy with her wet fingers and said, "Lick me right here at this point. It's called the clitoris, and it is very sensitive."
Brighton cautiously probed Fran's clit with the tip of his tongue. "Don't worry, Brighton. You can suck it as hard as you want. The harder, the better," Fran said, and Brighton shoved his face into Fran's wet cunt. "Damn, she tastes good," Brighton thought as he licked her pussy. "Brighton, you are a natural," Fran said as Brighton's probing tongue brought her to the edge of bliss. "Stick your tongue up my cunt. Make me come," Fran yelled, and Brighton drilled his tongue deeper inside her slit. Suddenly, Fran grabbed his head and shoved him closer into her pussy, and as she squeezed his head with her thighs, she yelled out in ecstasy, "OOOOOOHHH MMMMMMMY GOD!" and then she slumped down on the chair she was sitting on.
"Man, you are one great little cunt licker, Brighton. You are a natural," she told him, and he beamed with pride. This last exercise had gone unnoticed by Brighton's teenage cock, and it was ready for action again.
"I can see that it is time for the last lesson. It's time that you fucked me, Brighton," Fran said while looking at Brighton's cock. "Hmm, teenagers have a lot of staying power, don't they, and thank god for that," she thought as she went over to the bed with Brighton following right behind her.
"This is great," Brighton claimed as Fran leaned back on the bed and took Brighton by the cock. "Now, push it up my cunt and then go back and forth." Brighton complied, and after two tries, Brighton succeeded in inserting his hard rod into Fran's wet cunt. "That's right, Brighton. Now, go faster." Brighton turned up the pace, and Fran's hips began to buck back at Brighton's hips, and he fucked her even faster. "Oh, yes, fuck my tight cunt, Brighton.""Brighton enjoyed the whole experience, but soon Fran pulled his cock out of her pussy. "What the...?" | 1 |
1,240 | Star Trek: Voyager Q-Spot Part 8 | "Why am I so damn horny?" Harry Kim thought as he sat behind a huge desk in what he had started to think of as "his" office. "But that's to be expected with that gorgeous, sexy woman living in my house, not to mention my 'daughter' - she's a real hot teenager. Then there's my 'business partner' - she may be a little cold, but she was obviously into me. I wonder if I should take advantage of it."
"Harry Kim, you are one sick puppy," he said out loud as he pondered his options, "but I like sick, so that's just fine."
"There she is, some might say that she's a cold bitch, but she is not bad looking, short blond hair and a lean, fit body." Harry thought as his business partner came into his office.
"Hello, Maxwell. How are you today?" the woman said as she put her briefcase on the table.
"Just fine, C.C. Do we have a lot of work today?"
"No, Maxwell, nothing much," she said and pushed a script over to Harry. "You should read this."
"Could you just give me a brief summary, please?"
"Certainly, it's a story about the hidden passion between two business partners," C.C. said with a glow in her otherwise cold eyes. "He doesn't know that she's in love with him, and she cannot bring herself to tell him."
"Hm, that sounds pretty unrealistic. I mean, the man must be such an oaf not to know if a woman is in love with him," Harry said while judging C.C.'s reaction.
"Really, I think that it's a great story, and I frankly think that it's a winner."
"Well, I have to read it first, of course, and remember that I have the final say - I am the boss," Harry said sternly while admiring her lean legs sticking out from under her mid-length skirt.
"Yes, Maxwell," C.C. whispered in a submissive tone.
"So, C.C., I'm the boss, and you will do what I say, right?"
"Yes, Maxwell," she repeated, looking at the floor.
"You know, C.C., I really like this side of you. It is very sexy," Harry said and stood up.
"Really?" C.C. said with hopeful eyes, "Well, I'm yours to command, Maxwell," she said in a schoolgirl voice.
"Alright, then call me Master," Harry said, staring at her.
"Yes, Master."
"I want you to prove your loyalty to me, and then I'll reward you. C.C., kiss my shoe," Harry knew that that trick was an old one, but it would show him if C.C. was truly sincere.
C.C. quickly got down on her knees and kissed his shoes. "Good, C.C., and here is your reward," Harry said and then kissed her on the forehead, "If you want more, you have to do what I say."
"Yes, Master."
"Now, C.C., take off your panties and show me your cunt, slut."
C.C. was shocked by Maxwell's statement, but also turned on by the prospect of his "reward," and she quickly complied by sliding off her panties.
"Throw them to me," Harry said, and caught her panties as she quickly did what he said. Harry smelled her panties and liked what he smelled. "Now, spread your legs, bitch."
C.C. spread her legs and revealed a clean-shaven pussy. Harry was incredibly turned on by the sight of C.C.'s bald snatch. "Now, take off your shirt and play with your tits," again C.C. did what she was told without questioning. Her dream was finally coming true, and she did not mind that Maxwell bossed her around - she actually liked it.
Her hands quickly found the buttons of her shirt and pulled it open, then the shirt fell to the floor, and the bra quickly followed. Her tits were not large; they were average and pointy with small nipples. C.C. began to cup her tits and then worked them over with both hands.
"Now, stop, C.C. You are not allowed to touch your tits or cunt until I say so."
"Yes, Master."
"Now, C.C., do you want me to fuck you?" Harry asked in a stern voice.
"Yes."
"Yes, what, bitch?" Harry roared at her and then slapped her hard.
C.C. fell to the floor when Harry struck her, but she soon regained her composure and answered, "Yes, Master, please fuck me."
"That's better, cunt. I might fuck you if you do whatever I say without questions, understood?"
"Yes, Master," C.C. said while rubbing her red cheek.
"Miss Fine, would you come in here, please?" Harry said out loud, and Fran Fine, his nanny, entered the room. She was wearing an incredibly tight leather outfit that left nothing to the imagination.
"Maxwell," C.C. started to say, but Harry quickly slapped her again. "Not a word, you dyke," Harry yelled out.
"Now, Fran, C.C. has been bad. You have to punish her; she's all yours, put her to work," Harry said while admiring Fran's large cleavage. Fran went over to C.C. and proceeded to tie each of her hands with a leather strap. C.C. lay on her back on the couch with each of her arms tied to the ends of the couch. Fran then pulled off C.C.'s skirt, leaving her with only her garters and stockings.
"MMMMMMMM, that looks good enough to eat, maybe later," Fran said as she unzipped her leather dress. The dress fell to the floor, and Fran Fine stood completely naked in front of C.C. and Harry Kim. "You go first, Miss Babcock," Fran said and placed her black pussy in front of C.C.'s face. C.C. hesitated, not sure what was going on, but then Harry said, "You better start eating her, or I'll knock you silly. If you make her cum, you will be fucked too."
C.C. was in the throes of lust and complied without questioning Harry. She put her tongue in Fran's cunt and started to lick it. "Harder, cunt," Fran said as she pressed her crotch in C.C.'s face. C.C.'s tongue went inside Fran's cunt and probed her deeper. "She's a little inexperienced, but she is not bad," Fran said as her hips started to move in unison with C.C.'s face. "UUUUUUHHHH YEAH," Fran said as she came, and C.C. felt the salty come from Fran's cunt and lapped it up.
Fran moved off C.C.'s face, and she kissed her hard, tasting her own juices. "Well, you made her come, so you will be fucked," Harry said while he zipped down his pants and pulled his hard cock out.
"YES," C.C. yelled out at the prospect of "Maxwell's" cock in her.
"Be quiet, bitch," Harry said, "Hey, Fran, let's really make her suffer before she gets her reward."
Harry kissed Fran deeply, and then his hands ran down her back and grabbed her ass while Fran grabbed his pants and pulled them down. C.C. looked on in disbelief as Harry cupped Fran's tits and started to knead them, and then Fran pushed Harry back on the desk and took his cock in her mouth. C.C. felt her cunt tingle as she watched Fran give Harry a loud blowjob, and she was not sure if it was Harry or Fran that turned her on.
"Let me fuck you, Fran, before I explode," Harry said, and Fran bent over to let him take her from behind. Harry grabbed her shapely hips and slid inside her cunt. Harry had fucked many women, but none as tight as this Jewish beauty, and he had to press to slide all the way into her. He quickly started to fuck her from behind in swift motions; Harry grabbed her wonderful mounds and played with them with great enthusiasm. C.C. passively looked on as Harry slammed his hips into Fran's perfectly shaped ass.
Harry pulled Fran up, and then he instructed her to lie down on the floor. He quickly moved in between her legs, and they continued where they left off as they fucked with great joy. Fran's hips moved with great speed as Harry's cock brought her to the edge once again. "FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME," she yelled out as Harry slid into her up to the base of his hard, throbbing cock.
Fran came in yet another orgasm, and her body convulsed with lust as Harry kept on fucking her, giving her multiple orgasms. Then Harry pulled out his cock and shot his load all over C.C.'s prone body; he shot five or six loads all over her body, with one load hitting her squarely in the face.
"Lick it off your lips, you slut," Harry commanded, and C.C. did what she was told.
"Now, C.C., let's see about you getting fucked, but you have to beg."
"Pleeeeeeeease, fuck me, Maxwell. Put your huge cock in my snatch," C.C. begged.
"Well, it's good to hear you say those words, but before my cock enters your pussy, I have something else in mind for you," Harry said. He opened a drawer and pulled out a sleek, long, golden vibrator. "You will have to feel this first while I catch my breath," he said.
Harry turned the vibrator on and started to rub it over C.C.'s cum-soaked tits, and she immediately started to shiver with anticipation as Harry worked his way down her tight belly. He stopped at the top of her cunt and began to stimulate her clit. "OOOOOOHHHHH GGGGOOOOOODDDD," C.C. yelled out in pleasure. Harry then moved the vibrator down over her cunt, but to C.C.'s surprise, he did not put it in her cunt. Instead, he ran it around her anus while rubbing her juices all over her ass. Then he started to slide it up her ass. C.C. had never had a cock up her ass, and she was incredibly tight. Harry had to push with all his might before it slid up her ass."Well, I guess Niles was right; she is a tight ass," Harry said as he pushed the vibrator up C.C.'s squirming ass.
C.C. took the anal intrusion without complaining because of the prospect of his cock inside her, and her patience was rewarded shortly after as she felt his cock at the entrance of her pussy. Harry slid his cock into her tight cunt while he continued to slide the vibrator in and out of her ass. But then Harry started to fuck C.C. with force and had to use both hands to grab her hips to thrust her body onto his cock; the vibrator was still in her ass as Harry fucked her senseless.
Fran joined in as her hands found the vibrator, and she moved it in unison with Harry's pistoning cock, and C.C. bucked with sexual ecstasy. Harry grabbed C.C.'s tits and squeezed her nipples with force, sending a wave of pain through her body. The pain was too much for C.C. as she came in a violent orgasm unlike any she had ever had before. Harry was not ready to finish the fuck fest as he felt her cunt tighten around his cock, and he continued to fuck her.
"Let's switch places, Fran," Harry said as he pulled his cock out of her wet cunt. Fran removed the vibrator and let Harry press his cock up her asshole. She was still tight, but her own orgasm had lubricated her, so the ass fucking was painless for Harry, at least. Fran put the vibrator in C.C.'s cunt and started to pump it in and out. Harry fucked her tight ass with joy and knew that the end was coming on, but he kept on fucking her ass.
"I'M Cumming!" Harry yelled out as he shot his load up her ass with great force. C.C. came again as she felt Harry's sperm shooting up her ass while Fran slid the vibrator into her up to the base.
"Hey, Q, don't," Janeway started to say as Q turned off the viewer, but then she realized what she was saying and shut up.
"Oh, you liked it, did you? Well, you and I could recreate it right here, right now, Kathy," Q said as the couch turned to a huge bed.
"I'm not the submissive kind. I thought that you knew that by now, Q."
"That's true. But... well... No way, it's too dangerous, Kathy. I just won't do it."
"Fine, Q, but I'm not going to take part in your adolescent sex games. If we are not equals, then it ain't gonna happen," Janeway said with fire in her eyes. | 1 |
1,241 | Star Trek: Voyager Q-Spot Part 6 | "Q, will you please stop this insanity?" Janeway pleaded.
"Well, Kathy, you know what I want!" Q said as he looked at her with lust.
"Will you stop this if I let you?" Janeway said, but Q interrupted, "You have to do this of your own free will. You can't just let me do it; it has to be real. And don't worry, Kathy, I'll know if it's real."
"You have to know that that's impossible, Q," Janeway responded.
"Fine, then sit back and enjoy the show. Let's watch as your doctor gives a physical," Q said as he focused on the screen once again.
"I wish she would just go away. Damn, she's more annoying than Mr. Neelix or Lt. Paris, and that's saying something," the Doctor thought as the girl who was supposed to be his sister kept nagging him.
"Please, Alex, why won't you introduce me to your friend Mike? He's a hunk," Mallory said.
"Mallory, he is not interested in you. He likes cerebral girls," the Doctor said.
"Hey, Alex, I'm a cerebral girl, and you know it. I wish you would stop acting like you are the greatest thing since sliced bread," she whined.
"I'm not acting. I have a superior intellect. Please drop the subject," the Doctor said quickly, tiring of the conversation with Mallory.
"You know, you have gotten even more arrogant in the last few days than I thought possible," Mallory said and ran out of the kitchen.
"Me, arrogant?" the Doctor thought. "Don't be ridiculous. I should really put her in her place. Hmm, 'Mom' and 'Dad' have taken Jennifer and left for the weekend. I couldn't get another opportunity like this." The Doctor started to formulate a plan.
Mallory was sitting in her room when the Doctor came in. "Listen, Mallory, I'm sorry that I snapped at you."
"You know, you could be so mean sometimes. Alex, you are such a creep sometimes. I can't believe that we are brother and sister," Mallory said and looked angrily at him.
"I'm sorry, Mallory. Please forgive me," the Doctor said as he spread his arms out, inviting Mallory to hug him.
"Well, that's alright, I guess," Mallory said and moved in to hug her older brother.
The Doctor smelled her hair and decided to go for it. His hands slowly slid down to her ass, and he grabbed them quickly. "Alex, what the hell are you doing?" Mallory cried out and tried to pry loose from his grabbing hands.
"Shut up, you bitch," the Doctor said. He could see that Mallory was surprised by his rude words, then he started to lift Mallory's skirt while he fondled her long legs. Mallory struggled in his hands, and then she managed to slap him hard. The Doctor rubbed his chin and then he slapped her so hard that she fell down on the floor.
The Doctor moved in while she was still stunned. He ripped her dress open and exposed her medium-sized teenage tits. He managed to tangle Mallory's arms in her torn dress and then he yanked her bra off. Mallory shrieked in a mixture of terror and surprise. She could not believe that her own brother had ripped the top of her dress off and was beginning to suck on her tits. Mallory struggled to get loose, but it only turned the Doctor on more. He suddenly bit her left nipple hard, and Mallory screamed out in pain. "Lie still if you don't want me to really hurt you," the Doctor whispered to the whimpering teenager. She sobbed but did not struggle as much anymore.
The Doctor started to slide his hands up the inside of her thighs, closing in on her pussy. He suddenly grabbed her cunt and pulled on her panties with such force that it slipped up her pussy slit. "This is gonna be great. I'm gonna fuck you brains out, and you can't stop me," the Doctor said as he neared his head to her pussy. The Doctor saw Mallory's black-haired cunt and knew that he had to taste it, and then he did. The Doctor ran his tongue over her dry pussy and started to work it over.
"Alex, please stop and think," Mallory pleaded while the Doctor was licking her cunt. She almost puked as she felt his probing tongue at a place where few men had been before.
"I don't want to think. I want to fuck," the Doctor said. "In fact, I think I have an idea on how to shut you up." The Doctor moved away from her cunt and then he sat down on her chest, pinning her arms with his knees.
"Now, if you bite me or hurt me, I'll kill you," the Doctor said, and then he pulled his cock out of his pants. "Now, suck it and make it good," the Doctor said as he put his cock on her lips. "Come on, Nick told me that you loved to suck cock, so suck mine," the Doctor told her and then he slapped her hard. Mallory felt her right cheek explode in pain. "I better do what he says," she thought, and then she took the Doctor's cock in her mouth.
"Oh, yes, you slut, you love it, don't you?" the Doctor said as he felt her mouth around his dick. Mallory did not want to suck his cock, but she was afraid that he would hit her again if she did not do her best. And Mallory was one of the best at cock sucking. Nick had said so, and so had most of her class at high school.
"You are a great cock sucker, sis," the Doctor said as he pumped into her mouth. "But let's use another part of your wonderful body as well." The Doctor moved back a little and put his cock between her tits. "Press them together and let me fuck your tits, you slut," he said and started to pump between her mounds. Mallory did as she was told, but she loathed every second. "If he cums, maybe he won't fuck me," Mallory thought as she worked her tits up and down his pumping cock. The Doctor loved the feel of her tits around his cock, but he wanted something more. "Now, we're ready," the Doctor said and pulled Mallory onto the bed. "I'm gonna fuck your brains out," the Doctor said.
"NNNNNNOOOOOOOOO, ALEX!" Mallory yelled out as the Doctor spit on her pussy and rubbed it in, then he slowly put his cock up her pussy. "Man, she's tight," the Doctor thought as he struggled to press his hard cock inside her. He soon felt her juices starting to flow lightly.
"Oh no, I must be sick, but my pussy is getting wet as he fucks me," Mallory thought as the Doctor finally slipped all the way into her cunt, and then he started to work in and out. The Doctor grabbed her hips and started to slam into her with great joy, his hips slamming against her ass with loud thuds. Mallory could not believe what was happening, but she was too stunned to do anything but lay there and let him fuck her.
The Doctor stood up and pulled Mallory over to her dresser, and then he bent her over and took her from behind. The Doctor slammed into her with vigor, and their pumping bodies scattered all her things all over the floor. The Doctor was incredibly turned on by the image in the mirror of them fucking, and he took her harder and harder. Mallory started to scream as the Doctor took her so hard that she felt like she was being spanked, and tears started to roll down her cheeks. The Doctor grabbed her tits and squeezed them very hard, making Mallory scream even louder. "Scream all you want, nobody can hear you," the Doctor said as he started to kiss her up and down the back.
"Oh, I have a great idea, Mal," the Doctor said as he pulled his cock out and then he pulled her into the bathroom. The Doctor grabbed a scarf and tied one of her hands, then he tied both her hands to the shower so she stood with both hands over her head, buck-naked. "Man, you look hot," the Doctor said, and then he stepped into the shower with her. The Doctor grabbed her ass and lifted her slightly from the floor, then he positioned her legs around his hips and pushed into her once again. He slammed against her with joy and squashed her against the wall, and she screamed out once again. The Doctor kissed her heaving tits and squeezed her ass while he continued to fuck her wildly.
The Doctor continued to fuck the tied-up teenager for another couple of minutes until he felt that he was about to come. "If you beg me, I won't cum inside you," the Doctor said as he observed Mallory's pained expression.
"Please, Alex, don't cum inside me. Don't shoot your load in me," Mallory pleaded with tears in her eyes.
"If you insist," the Doctor said, and then he pulled his cock out and shot a couple of long, hard loads up her body, some even landing on her face. "Lick it off your lips, Mallory, or..." the Doctor threatened, and Mallory had no option but to comply, and she licked his jiz off her lips.
"Mallory, if you ever tell anybody what I did, I'll kill you," the Doctor said with an insane look in his eyes. Mallory believed him and decided not to tell, besides, she would be too embarrassed to tell.
"By the way, Mallory, there is more than 36 hours before Mom and Dad are back, so you better brace yourself. I'll be back in about half an hour, and then I might let you down," the Doctor said and kissed her hard.
"That was sick, Q, and you made him do it, didn't you?" Janeway said in horror.
"Of course, I did. The Doctor does not have a sex life, so I gave him one. I liked it, and I think he'll remember it forever. I hope it inspired him. The Doctor passed with flying colors," Q said with a smile."Now, Kathy, how about my proposal, or are you willing to witness what I have up my sleeve for that half-Klingon bitch?" Q said, then cupped her right breast. | 2 |
1,242 | Star Trek: Voyager Q-Spot Part 11 | "So Q, am I a Q or are you human?" Janeway asked as the flash subsided.
"Well, I'm human now. It was the lesser of two evils. So, Kathy, let's fuck," Q said and unzipped his uniform.
"That's good, Q. By the way, I have someone you should meet," Janeway said, and then a voice came from behind them both.
"Hello, Q," the female voice said. Q and Janeway turned around to see the female Q, Mrs. Q.
"Eh, hello, dear," Q said. "Damn, it's the old ball and chain," he whispered to Janeway.
"Sure she is. I invited her, Q, and now the tables have turned," Janeway said with a smile.
"That's right, Q, and the jig is up," Mrs. Q said, and then she snapped her fingers. Q found himself bound and gagged; he was unable to move or speak.
"So, Q, you want to have sex with this woman," Mrs. Q said. "That's a great idea, but why settle for just one Voyager woman?" And then B'Elanna appeared on the bridge, completely naked. "Or two." Again, she snapped her fingers, and Seven appeared on the bridge; she was buck-naked too. "Well, we are four now, but let's complete the group." And then Kes appeared on the bridge; she looked no older than the day she had joined the crew, and her hair was still short. "There we are, all together now. Oh, by the way, I had to pick this ravishing creature out of time to have her join us," Mrs. Q said as she took Kes by the shoulder.
"So, Q, do you like what you see?" Mrs. Q asked Q as she saw his cock getting hard. "Too bad, because you can't join us. You like to look? Well, then, take a look at this," Mrs. Q said, and then she kissed Captain Janeway.
Q could do nothing but watch as Captain Janeway and Mrs. Q started to kiss each other, and he was straining against his restraints as he saw Mrs. Q's clothes disappear in a flash. Soon, Captain Janeway and Mrs. Q pressed their naked bodies against each other.
While they were going at it, B'Elanna and Kes had decided to show her the joys of human sexuality as they each sucked on one of her huge tits. Kes' hand soon found Seven's cunt and started to play with it, B'Elanna moved around Seven to her back and started to kiss her from the neck down to her round ass. Without thinking, Seven pulled Kes to her feet and kissed her deeply; Kes returned the favor, and soon their tongues were dancing around.
As Kes and B'Elanna worked over Seven, the Captain was showing Mrs. Q the joys of cunnilingus as she was licking her dark red cunt with great expertise. Mrs. Q had never felt anything like this; she was, for all intents and purposes, a virgin. Janeway licked Mrs. Q's clit and felt the electricity running through Mrs. Q's body; she then moved up Mrs. Q's belly and soon her mouth found Mrs. Q's large and luscious tits.
Seven sat down in the captain's chair, and Kes quickly moved in between her legs and started to lick Seven's pussy. B'Elanna took advantage of Kes' position and started to lick the delicate Ocampan's hairless cunt. B'Elanna's tongue sends a shiver through Kes' body, which is then transferred to Seven's body as Kes' tongue slides deep inside her cunt.
Seven is finally getting into the action, and she starts to cup her own tits and then she lifts her right tit and licks her nipple. Seven's hips start to buck under Kes' oral assault, and B'Elanna pushes two fingers up Kes' pussy at the same time so that both women push down on Kes at the same time, creating an incredible effect on the young alien. Soon, Kes screams in joy as she comes in a thunderous orgasm and then slips down to the floor. B'Elanna wastes no time in taking her place between Seven's legs and she gets her first taste of the ex-Borg's cunt juices.
Janeway instructs Mrs. Q in how to really lick her own pussy while she has her head buried in the red pussy of the omnipotent woman as they explore each other's bodies in a passionate 69. "This is better than anything I have ever experienced," Mrs. Q said in between licking Janeway's cunt. "I could go on forever."
"Well, we'll see about that," Janeway thought as she slowly slid a finger up Mrs. Q's pussy. Janeway clearly felt the wave of emotion rushing through Mrs. Q's body as she started to shake all over. She then inserted another finger in Mrs. Q's tight pussy and found that it was so tight that she might not be able to fit a third finger inside her right now. Janeway was pleased when she felt two fingers on her own pussy. "She's a quick study," Janeway thought as first two, then three, and finally four fingers pumped in and out of her pussy.
B'Elanna felt that Seven was on the verge of an orgasm and increased her licking, and soon Seven came in a roaring orgasm, which sent a flow of pussy juice onto B'Elanna's face. As Seven caught her breath, B'Elanna licked the pussy juice off her own face, then she saw Captain Janeway and Mrs. Q in a 69 and went over to them.
"Can I join you?" B'Elanna asked, not waiting for an answer before she started to kiss Captain Janeway. Quickly, Janeway and B'Elanna started to lick Mrs. Q's tits. After a moment of licking and sucking, B'Elanna straddled Mrs. Q's face as Janeway resumed her licking of Mrs. Q's pussy. B'Elanna showed her black cunt into Mrs. Q's face and quickly felt the tongue of the omnipotent woman lying under her.
Kes had recovered from her orgasm, and she joined the three women on the floor as she started to knead Mrs. Q's fleshy mounds with great zeal. Seven joined the party shortly, and she started to work over Mrs. Q's other tit. The four women worked on Mrs. Q for minutes until she could not take it anymore and came with a blinding firework (literally) and arched her body.
"Holy Continuum," Mrs. Q whispered as she caught her breath. "Now let me return the favor to you, to you all," and then there were four of her, one for each woman. The four Starfleet women soon found themselves being eaten by a female Q.
Within minutes, the bridge echoed with moans of pleasure and ecstasy as Captain Janeway, Seven, B'Elanna, and Kes came almost in unison under the pussy licking of the female Qs. As they caught their breath, Mrs. Q fused back together as one being.
"That was more than just exciting; it was a display of the greatest force in the universe. It's even greater than the Q Continuum, as this warthog so clearly demonstrated," Mrs. Q said as she pointed to the bound and gagged Q.
"So, Q, did you like what you saw? What's the matter, Q? Cat got your tongue?" Mrs. Q said to Q. "Well, Kathryn, that was great. Let's do this again sometime, okay?"
"Anytime, Q, as long as you leave that amoeba at home," Janeway answered.
"Ooh, he'll be busy for the next couple of millennia. He has to answer to the Continuum and to me," Mrs. Q said, and with a flash, she appeared in a tight, shiny leather outfit, holding a bullwhip and a cat-o-nine tails in her hands. "He is going to be punished by the Q, and thank God we are mostly female. Goodbye, Kate," Mrs. Q said, kissed Captain Janeway, and then left in a flash. Q was gone too, and so was Kes.
Kathryn Janeway looked at the naked Seven of Nine and B'Elanna Torres and then said, "I hope the men are back!"
The End | 3 |
1,243 | Frasier Crane; at your service Part 1 | "Frasier, you're on in two minutes."
"Thank you, Roz. I'll be ready," Frasier Crane said, as he put on his headphones ready for his radio show.
"Hey, Frasier, have you seen my coffee anywhere?" Roz asked.
"How the hell should... Isn't that it right there behind you?" Frasier said with some impatience.
"Thanks, Frasier," she said and gulped down the entire cup. "Euw, that tasted even worse than normal," she said and winced.
"Frasier, you're on," Roz said as she opened the link to the outside.
"Hello, Seattle, this is Doctor Frasier Crane with today's show. Today, we'll talk about work and the psychological problems that might come from it. Remember, I'm Frasier Crane; at your service. Let's start by opening up the phones. Roz, do we have a caller?"
"Yes, we have 'Randy' on the phone," Roz said over the speaker.
"Hello, Randy. What is your problem?" Frasier says as he opens the line.
"Hello, Doctor Crane. I have a problem at work," Randy says.
"Yes, tell me about it, and maybe I can help you," Frasier said with a smooth voice.
"Okay. The problem is that I am in love with a man I work with, but he does not seem to notice me 'like that,' you know," Randy said with a low voice.
"Well, I can certainly imagine the anguish you must go through. Let me ask you this, is he involved with anybody at this time?" Frasier asked.
"I don't think so, no. I'm sure that there is nobody else. Dr. Crane, I can't really just blurt it out, he is too shy," Randy said.
"Then show him how you feel, make some small gestures to show him how you feel. If you show him, you might find out how he feels by the response you get. And the more personal the gesture, the more reliable the response is," Frasier said.
"Okay, Dr. Crane, I'll try. By the way, don't you ever get tired of just helping others without anybody helping you? I mean, isn't anybody at your service?" Randy asked.
"Well, 'Randy,' the money always helps, ha, ha, ha. But seriously, Randy, I get a lot of pleasure from helping other people. Besides, I have friends who help me," Frasier said to Randy.
"Oh, you mean like that producer of yours," Randy said.
"Yes, Roz is a good friend. I hope I helped you, Randy. Goodbye," Frasier said and switched to another caller.
"Hello, you are on the air. How may I help you?" Frasier asked.
"Hi, I'm Geneva. I just have some advice for Randy who just called," the voice said.
"Okay, what is it?"
"Well, if she really wanted to know how he feels, she should give him a blow job," Geneva said.
"What the..." Frasier shot out. "Do you mean that she should initiate fellatio just to see how he feels?"
"Yes, that's how I do it," Geneva said.
"And I bet you come up with a winner every time. Let's take a commercial on that note," Frasier said and switched off his microphone.
Roz came into the studio. "That last woman sure surprised you," she said.
"Yeah, she did. I mean, that was the last thing I expected to hear," Frasier said as he slumped back in his chair.
"But on the good side, it can only help improve the ratings," Roz said with a smile.
"Har, har, har," Frasier just said.
"Frasier, I have something to tell you," Roz said while looking at her feet.
"Yes, Roz, what is it?" Frasier said.
"I'm 'Randy,'" Roz said quickly.
"You certainly are. I read it on the men's room wall," Frasier quipped, not knowing what Roz meant.
"No, Frasier, I'm the caller 'Randy.' I needed to talk to someone, and I couldn't talk directly with you, so..." Roz said, and her voice trailed off.
"But, Roz, do you mean that you are in love with someone here at the station?" Frasier said, suddenly interested.
"Oh, yes," Roz said as she sat on the table in front of Frasier.
"Well, I hope you don't take the advice of the other caller. I mean..." and then his words were cut off by Roz's hand on his zipper.
"What the hell?" Frasier whispered as Roz unzipped his pants.
"Just sit back and enjoy," Roz said and slipped her hand inside the pants. "MMMMMMM, that looks good enough to eat," Roz said and kissed the head of Frasier's cock. "Hey, that got a response," she said as Frasier's dick went hard in her hands. Frasier could not believe what was happening. Roz was about to suck his cock. Nobody had ever done that. He had not had the nerve to ask Diane to do it, and Lillith thought that it was disgusting. Frasier could not help admitting that he had thought, no, fantasized about Roz, and she was really getting to him.
Roz massaged his hard cock with her hands, and then she tasted the precum on Frasier's cock. "You are ready, I see, but you are also on in 10 seconds," Roz said and slid his throbbing cock into her hungry mouth.
"Oh, shit," Frasier said as he put on his headset and turned on the microphone. "Hello again, this is FRAS-ier Crane COMING from the eeehhh well. Oh, you know the station's name," Frasier said, unable to focus on anything other than Roz's lips around his cock, moving up and down. He was afraid that the listeners would hear the loud blow job he was getting, so he turned the microphone away from himself.
"Okay, let's have a song while we enjoy this we-e-e-e-t summer day," Frasier punched the dials, and the music came on.
"Oh, god, Frasier, you have one great cock," Roz said as she started to lick it up and down while fondling his hanging balls. Frasier said nothing as he was riding the waves of ecstasy, trying his best not to come.
"Oh, Frasier, I want to taste you cum, shoot it down my throat," Roz said and then swallowed his dick to the base.
"Oh, my god," Frasier said as his hips thrust forward to meet Roz's mouth. Her hands on his balls and the sensation of her probing tongue on the underside of his cock was too much, and he shot his entire load into Roz's mouth with the force of a jet engine. Roz felt the spurts on the back of her throat, and she was enjoying her first real taste of Frasier. She tried to swallow all of Frasier's juices, but it was too much even for an experienced cock sucker like Roz, and some of it started to drip down her chin.
"She's swallowing it all, this is better than I ever imagined," Frasier thought as he looked at Roz's flushed face sucking his cum.
"My god, Roz, you are really good," Frasier said as Roz stood up.
"Well, I have had some experience with cock sucking before," Roz said and wiped the semen off her chin. "By the way, the song ran out about a minute ago," She said as she went back to her booth.
"Oh, eh, hello again, Seattle. Sorry about the delay, we had a eeeh technical problem, yeah, that's it. So, I'm sorry about that, but we are ready to take callers again, so let's see who's out there," Frasier said and jabbed at the phone lines.
"Hello, this is Randy again," The voice said, and this time Frasier did recognize Roz's voice.
"So, Randy, what's up eeeh I mean, what can I do for you?" Frasier said.
"Oh, you have already done enough. I took your advice, and I took Geneva's advice as well," Roz said with a coy smile as she looked at Frasier.
"Oh, I'm sure he appreciated it. I can only say that I would if it happened to me. So, how did he respond?" Frasier asked.
"Well, I'm not sure. What do you think?" Roz asked.
"I'm sure he loved it. I would, and he can not help looking at you differently after today. I know I do," Frasier said.
"Thank you, Dr. Crane," Roz said and hung up.
"You're welcome, Roz eeh, Randy, and please call me Frasier. Oh, look at the time, it's time to go, so, as always, I'm Frasier Crane; at your service. Goodbye," Frasier said and turned off the microphone.
"Roz, where are you?" Frasier said, but she was gone.
"What the??" Frasier thought.
"Hey, Frasier, how's the head-shrinking business?" Bulldog said as he barged into the studio. "I thought your show would pick up when that woman talked about sucking the big one, but then you turned it into a stuttering idiot," Bulldog said and slapped Frasier on the back.
"Hello, Bulldog, as subtle as a chainsaw, eh?" Frasier said.
"Oh, by the way, have you seen a cup of brown liquid in here?" Bulldog said as he looked around.
"No, I don't think so," Frasier said.
"Oh, shit, man. That was a powerful Native-American aphrodisiac, and now it's gone. Oh, man," Bulldog said and sat down.
"A Native-American aphrodisiac? Where the hell did you get it?" Frasier asked with a sneaking suspicion.
"From that guy who works the coffee stand down in the lobby, what's his name? Oh, yeah, Apu," Bulldog said.
"Apu? But he's an Indian, Bulldog," Frasier said.
"That's not very PC, is it, Frasier?" Bulldog said.
"No, what I mean is that he is from India," Frasier responded.
"No way, man. He said he just moved here from Springfield, where he ran the Kwicky-Mart," Bulldog said without realizing what Frasier meant.
"No, what I mean is that 'Apu Nahasapeemapetilan' is not a Native-American name," Frasier said.
"Whatever, Frasier.""But that aphrodisiac was a sure thing," Bulldog said while he continued to look for it.
"How does it work?" Frasier asked.
"Well, the person who drinks it falls in love with the person she looks at after she drinks it. It makes her so horny that she has to have it right then and there," Bulldog said.
"That explains a hell of a lot," Frasier thought. "What happens afterwards?" Frasier asked.
"Well, that depends. Apu said that if she swallows the semen, then she'll be forever in love; otherwise, it wears off after a couple of hours," Bulldog said and went to get his gear.
"Oh shit, that's what Roz drank before the show, and she swallowed my whole load. She'll be forever in love with me. Oh well, it could be worse. I mean, she's beautiful and sexy and a great cock sucker, man, she's great," Frasier thought. | 3 |
1,244 | Star Trek: Voyager Q-Spot Part 7 | "Q, I can't have sex with you as things are now," Janeway said in response to Q's request.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I could not... have sex with you when you are so superior to me. I am not the submissive kind," Janeway said with a stern look in her eyes.
"What do you suggest then, Kathy?"
"Well, you could make me a Q," Janeway said, but Q looked at her with horror and said, "No way, Kathy. How stupid do you think I am? If I gave you Q powers, you'd just snap yourself and this pathetic tub of yours home and leave me unsatisfied."
"Well, you could become human."
"You would like that, make me as fragile as you, Cro-Magnon sub-species. It's absolutely out of the question."
"It's the only way, Q. If you want me, you choose," Janeway said in defiance.
"With all due respect, bite me, Kathy. Let's look in on that Klingon bitch you call a chief engineer," Q said, and the image of B'Elanna Torres in a clothes shop appeared.
"This is really stupid, clothes shopping with two airheads. I would rather lick the warp core, but I must keep my cover," B'Elanna thought as the two blonde girls stood in front of her, comparing two tight, skimpy outfits.
"Why don't you just buy them both? You can afford them, right?" B'Elanna said, trying to end the shopping torture.
"Hey, that's a great idea, Brenda," the natural blonde said. "Of course it is, Kelly. That's why I'm the brains of this group," B'Elanna said, trying to hurry them up. "Of course I'm the brains. Kelly is alright, but no rocket scientist, and Donna? Don't get me started. If she did not have those (obvious) fake tits, she would have anything going for her."
They bought the clothes and left. Outside, they met Brandon, B'Elanna's "brother."
"Hi, girls. What's up?" Brandon said. Kelly looked away, saying nothing, while Donna mindlessly started to chatter with Brandon. "Hm, something is wrong between Kelly and Brandon. So what," B'Elanna thought as she observed the others.
Kelly and Donna quickly left, leaving the two Walsh twins behind. "So what's up, Brenda?" Brandon asked.
"Oh, nothing much. I just don't feel right."
"Don't give me that. You are off to England in a few weeks, and the rest of us have to stay here."
"I know, and I'll miss you all, especially you, Brandon," B'Elanna said and hugged him tightly. She really didn't care about Brandon; she had something else in mind. "So you and Kelly have problems, huh?"
"Well," Brandon started and then just stared at the road.
"Come on, Brandon. It's obvious to a blind man, you have problems."
"Well, you are right. We do not see eye to eye on some matters."
"It's sex, isn't it? I know how you look at her with lust," she said, trying to judge his reaction.
Brandon was shocked that his sister had put her finger on it so easily and decided to be honest. "Yeah, she's not ready. I mean, she has a long history of sexual partners, and now she won't sleep with me because she *loves* me, jeesh."
"She's a slut, but you can't get any, eh?"
"Brenda, what are you saying? She's your best friend."
"Yeah, right. Listen, Brandon; you are a great-looking guy, a hot guy to be honest. I can't believe that she could keep her hands off you. I mean, I could not," then she stopped.
"You! You have those kinds of thoughts about me, but I'm your brother?"
"Oh, please, Brandon. Of course, I have. I'm a normal teenager with sexual desires, and I share a bathroom with a very sexy man. Don't tell me you haven't thought of me that way. I know that you sometimes sneak a peek at me when I shower."
"I do not!"
"Don't try that. I even saw you jerking off while smelling a pair of my panties. Don't worry, Brandon. I liked what I saw, and if we had been alone in the house, I might have joined you." B'Elanna said and graced his cock quickly.
Brandon's face turned red, both by the fact that Brenda saw him whacking to her panties or the fact that she was giving him some incredibly hot images. "But Brenda," Brandon started to say, but B'Elanna put a finger on his mouth.
"If you show me yours, I'll show you mine," she said with an impish grin. "Come on," she said and took his hand.
"Where are we going, Brenda?"
"Oh, you'll see. We have to find a place that is just a little more private but not too private," B'Elanna said while a plan formed in her head.
She pulled him into a store, she did not care which, and then they made their way to the dressing cubicles in the back. B'Elanna pulled Brandon into the cubicle and looked at him with desire.
"Now, I want to see you like I did that day," she said, and then she pulled down her black satin panties and threw them to Brandon. "Let's see some action," B'Elanna said and sat down on the stool, careful not to let her short skirt ride up.
Brandon was not sure what to do as he stood in the cubicle with his sister's panties in his hand, but then he opened his pants and pulled out his cock. He smelled her panties and started to rub his cock, which was quickly getting hard.
"You said if I show you mine, you would show me yours. Well, I'm showing you mine, so where's yours?" Brandon said as he stared at his sister and masturbated like crazy.
"Fair is fair," B'Elanna said and spread her legs to reveal a thick bush of black hair against her creamy white thighs. She was already wet from the display, and she could hardly wait to put a finger in her pussy. Her hands moved to her breasts and then started to pinch her nipples as she enjoyed Brandon jerking off like crazy.
"Man, you are hot, Brenda," Brandon said as he took all her beauty and sexuality in while he worked his cock harder and harder. Brenda quickly slipped two fingers in her cunt and started to fuck her wet cunt. It had been a long time, and B'Elanna knew that she would not last long like this. B'Elanna's hips started to buck wildly on the stool as she drove herself into a frenzy.
"Oh, Brandon, I'm cumming," B'Elanna whispered so that the other people in the store did not hear them. She arched on the stool as she peaked. Brandon's masturbation increased as "Brenda" came in front of him.
"OOOHHH," Brandon moaned as he felt his climax coming on. "Don't shoot all over the place, Brandon. Put it in my mouth," B'Elanna said and opened her mouth to take Brandon's cock in her mouth. Brandon quickly shot his load as he felt her lips on his dick, and she swallowed all of his jiz. B'Elanna then licked the sperm off Brandon's cock, and she felt that his cock was hardening again. "Oh, you are hard again. Let me suck it," B'Elanna said, and Brandon could not object, as he was lost in passion.
B'Elanna quickly swallowed Brandon's entire shaft and sucked on it like a Hoover, and his cock was harder than ever before. B'Elanna licked his cock while she started to fondle his balls, she then moved her mouth down and started to lick and suck on his balls.
Brandon had never had a blowjob before, and the fact that it was Brenda sucking his cock just made it better. B'Elanna took his cock in her mouth again and worked it over with great speed, wanting to taste his cum again.
Brandon's hips bucked to meet B'Elanna's probing mouth, and he felt another orgasm coming on. "I'm gonna shoot, Brenda," Brandon whispered to B'Elanna, and then he shot a major load down her throat. B'Elanna loved the taste of cum, and Brandon's was no different. She almost came again as she felt his jiz spraying against the back of her throat.
As Brandon's cock went limp, B'Elanna licked the remains of his cum off it and then said, "Payback time, Brandon, but not here."
They left the store (Brandon still had her panties in his possession) and went into a little restaurant where they sat down and ordered lunch.
Brenda slid her foot up Brandon's leg and pressed it against his cock. "Use your foot to return the favor, Brandon," B'Elanna said as her foot circled his cock.
Brandon said nothing but slipped off a shoe and moved it up Brenda's smooth leg, up under her skirt, and then pressed against her wet crotch. B'Elanna was incredibly turned on by the game of "footsies" they were playing under the table; she liked the fact that they were sharing a sexual experience while in plain view of everybody.
B'Elanna felt Brandon's large toe slip up her cunt and could not help but gasp. Brandon pressed deeper inside her when he felt her surprise subside. He managed to foot-fuck her with great enthusiasm while keeping a straight face. They were almost discovered when the waiter arrived with the food, but the waiter did not make any comments.
Brenda had to bite down on the pizza she had ordered to keep from moaning with joy as Brandon rubbed her clit with his foot and then resumed his foot-fucking.Brenda came suddenly and could not help but moan out loud when she came. The other guests looked at them, but nobody said anything.
After a minute, B'Elanna straightened herself, and they finished their meal.
"Well, let's end it right there, shall we?" Q said and snapped his fingers, and the screen went black. Q put his hand on Captain Janeway's ass and gave it a big squeeze.
"What the hell are you doing, Q?" Janeway said and pulled his hand off her ass.
"Just feeling the merchandise while I think over my options, my dear," Q said while he stared at her breasts. "But since I haven't decided yet what to do, why don't we sit back and enjoy another experiment, what do you say?" Q said. As he sat down, a plush couch appeared a split second before he landed in it, and Janeway found herself on the couch next to him.
So what's next?
Well, I don't really know yet (I really don't), but something will come up really soon. If you have any suggestions for further plot, please mail me at Martin4Life@yahoo. | 6 |
1,245 | Star Trek: Voyager Q-Spot Part 2 | "Answer me, Q. God damn it. Where is my crew?" Janeway yelled.
"Don't get your bra in a twist, Kathy. Oh no, I forgot you don't wear a bra, do you?" Q said and stood up. "I must admit that you do not need it - 'they' look good enough to eat."
"Q," Janeway said, mortified.
"Oh, come on, Kathy. I know what you did a few minutes ago. 'I believe that cunnilingus is appropriate at this time,' do you remember?" Q said as his ears suddenly got pointy.
"You, you, you were Tuvok," Janeway exclaimed with horror.
"Yes, I was, and thank you for the experience. I enjoyed it. You see, Kathy, I have taken an interest in sexual escapades after our last meeting." Q said as he conjured up an image of him and Captain Janeway fucking on the table. "I must say you look great and feel great. To answer your question, Kathy, your crew is involved in an experiment I have started."
"An experiment? How dare you," Janeway said with fury.
"Oh, be quiet," Q said, and a ball-gag appeared in Janeway's mouth. "That's better. Now pay attention, please, or you might miss something important."
"I have started an experiment with regards to sex. I have placed each crewmember in a different environment and placed certain, shall we say, suggestions in their minds. I have chosen environments from your past. But you know, the humans of today are so boring - you have no sense of humor or sex for that matter. I found something interesting in your database. You see, Kathy, at the end of the twentieth century, you humans had something called 'Sitcoms' - they were a form of entertainment, and I have chosen the settings for my experiments from these 'Sitcoms'."
The ball-gag disappeared, and Janeway said, "What kind of experiment are you conducting, Q?"
"Oh, no, Mon Capitán, I'm not going to tell you. Finding out is half the fun, don't you think?" Q said playfully.
"No," Janeway said sternly.
"You party pooper," Q said. "Now, watch as I check on my first experiment. I know that this is not exactly a 'Sitcom,' but it resembled one so much I could not resist it."
Q snapped his fingers, and the image of Neelix appeared on the screen. He was wearing a suit and a tie and sat behind a huge desk in a luxurious office.
"Now, watch, Kathy. Neelix knows who everybody is and who he is supposed to be, but he also retains all the knowledge he has gathered so far. Let's sit back and enjoy this," Q said as he sat back in the captain's chair, and a huge tub of popcorn and a large beverage appeared in his hands.Monica's hands moved up Chelsea's arms, and then she opened the baseball shirt to expose a pair of teenage tits in a plain white cotton bra. "Let me return the favor," Monica said and removed the baseball shirt and bra. She cupped Chelsea's average-sized breasts; they were pointy and had very small nipples. The sensation of Monica's hands on her chest sent shivers up the young girl's back, and she could hear herself moan out loud as Monica started to suck on her tits. "Oh yes, oh yes. This is fucking incredible."
Neelix felt his cock get hard again as he saw the girl who was supposed to be his daughter get it on with the intern.
"Let me show you what a woman can do to a woman," Monica said as she started to open Chelsea's jeans. "Oh yes, please," Chelsea said with a pant.
Monica gently pushed her back onto the desk and pulled the blue jeans off her. She started to kiss the thighs, moving closer to her still-covered mound. Monica could see that she was soaking wet and could not wait to taste the virgin pussy. Chelsea's hands moved to her tits, and she started to pinch her nipples.
Monica's fingers brushed lightly over Chelsea's clit, and Chelsea shivered with joy. Chelsea felt her panties being pulled down, and her lightly covered pussy being exposed to both Monica and her "Father."
"Man, she is horny. I don't care if she is my daughter; I'm getting me some of that really soon," Neelix thought, and then he put his hands on Monica's shapely ass and then pulled her dress completely off her. He was surprised to discover that she did not wear any panties but only a pair of black stockings and a garter belt. He started to fondle her firm ass and then slipped his hand over her wet slit.
Monica, turned on even more by Neelix's hand on her pussy, started to lick Chelsea's pussy; she ran her tongue up and down the entire length of the young girl's pussy. Chelsea jerked her legs together as she felt a tongue on her pussy for the first time, but Monica spread her legs again and then pushed a finger up the young girl's cunt as she felt Neelix push three fingers up her own cunt.
"Let me do her," Neelix said as he pulled Monica aside.
"Oh yes, daddy, fuck me. I want you to be my first," Chelsea said, consumed with desire.
Monica kissed Neelix and then she climbed onto the table. "You can lick my cunt while your dad fucks your tight little cunt," and then she straddled Chelsea's face and then shoved her crotch onto the teenager's face. Chelsea started to tentatively lick Monica's hairy pussy.
The sight of Chelsea licking Monica's wet cunt was too much, and he had to fuck her right now.
Neelix placed his cock at the entrance of Chelsea's cunt and then slipped it inside. "Oooooooohhh," Chelsea moaned as she felt a cock inside her for the first time. Neelix slid into her with care, waiting to feel the resistance of the hymen but felt none. Chelsea had broken her hymen when she was thirteen by using a carrot.
As there was no resistance, Neelix found himself sliding in and out the incredibly tight cunt with greater speed.
"Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh," was all he heard from both Chelsea and Monica as his thrusts into Chelsea's body were transferred to Monica's as Chelsea slammed her tongue deeper and deeper inside her.
Neelix sat back into his chair, and Chelsea quickly climbed onto his lap. She placed her pussy right over his cock and then sank down onto it slowly while she kissed him. Neelix could taste Monica's juices on Chelsea's mouth as their tongues started to dance.
She rose up and down with great force as they inter-twined their bodies in the big office chair.
As they fucked, Monica lay back on the desk, throwing the piles of paper onto the floor and started to masturbate with whatever she could find on the table. She tried a letter-opener, but it was too sharp, then she found a cigar and pushed it up her cunt. She inserted it a couple of times until it fell apart from the moisture and then she threw it away. She finally found a judge's gavel and used it with great joy.
Neelix felt Chelsea's pussy tighten and felt his own orgasm coming on as well as her ass slammed against his bucking pelvis. "Oh Daddy, Yes Daddy, Fuck me Daddy," Chelsea screamed, and Neelix was glad that the Oval Office was soundproof. Chelsea came with a bang, and she saw stars as Neelix kept slamming into her while she shook with her first full orgasm. He then threw her onto the table next to the masturbating Monica and then shot a huge load over both women.
His cum shot all the way onto Chelsea's face, and she tasted his cum and liked it.
Monica's body arced with ecstasy as she slid the handle of the gavel all the way in, and Neelix's hot sperm spurted over her body.
Chelsea started to lick the jiz off Monica's tits, as Neelix had to sit down before he fell. "Next time you feel lonely, just come to me, Chelsea," Neelix said with anticipation. She looked at him with grateful eyes as she continued to lick Monica's tits.
"And you, Monica, you are fucking incredible. Next time I'll fuck you so good you won't be able to walk straight," Neelix said as he looked at Monica's heaving body.
"I just hope Hillary doesn't learn of this or somebody else for that matter," Neelix thought. | 3 |
1,246 | Star Trek: Voyager Q-Spot Part 1 | "It's a Class 4 gas giant," Commander Tuvok stated as the bright red phenomenon was shown on the main viewer.
"Oh, really, how fascinating," Captain Janeway said, not really interested in another galactic oddity. "So, are we just enjoying the view, or can we use this for anything, Mr. Kim?"
"Yes, Captain, we can collect energy from it and convert it for use onboard," Harry Kim said.
Janeway shifted in her seat, not really paying attention, as her thoughts were elsewhere.
"Captain?" Tuvok said.
"Oh, yes, very good. Mr. Kim, see to it," Janeway said and stood up. "Chakotay, you have the bridge. I'm... going to my ready room," she said and left.
"Commander Chakotay, I believe that the Captain is preoccupied by something," Tuvok said when the door closed behind Captain Janeway.
"Yes, I noticed that too. Do you know what it is?" Chakotay said.
"I believe that I have a good idea, but I hesitate to share it with anybody but the Captain. I do believe that the optimal course of action is if I talk to the Captain. I believe I can relieve her state of mind," Tuvok said.
"Okay, Tuvok, do that. How long do you require?" Chakotay said.
"I don't know. Just leave us alone for a while, and we'll be fine," Tuvok said and entered the Captain's ready room.
"Enter," Janeway said, and Tuvok entered.
"Ah, Mr. Tuvok, what can I do for you?" Janeway said as she straightened out her uniform.
"It's more of what I can do for you," Tuvok said deadpan.
"What do you mean?" Janeway said and wiped some sweat off her brow.
"I believe that you are frustrated. This results in a lack of focus and a general uneasiness in your work," Tuvok said.
"Frustrated?? Tuvok, get to the point, please," Janeway snapped.
"Very well, Captain. You are sexually frustrated. You have only had two sexual encounters since we came to the Gamma Quadrant over four years ago, and the last one was over nine months ago. To use a vernacular, you are 'horny as a toad'," Tuvok said, still not displaying any emotions.
"Tuvok," Janeway exclaimed, horrified that Tuvok had guessed her state, "you monitor my sex life?"
"Yes, Captain, but it was just a coincidence. Captain, you will not be able to perform your duties until you get your needs satisfied," Tuvok said.
"Are you offering?" Janeway said jokingly, not sure of Tuvok.
"Yes, I am. Although I am not in the Pon Farr, I can be sexually active if I choose to be. Captain, you need to be laid, and I'm offering my discreet services if you want them," Tuvok said.
Janeway felt her cunt tingle as she listened to Tuvok. "You would..."
"Fuck you, I believe the term is. Yes, I'm at your service," Tuvok said and opened his pants.
Janeway looked on as Tuvok let his pants drop and then pulled out an 8-inch penis. Her hands slid down to her crotch, and she started to rub the already wet fabric.
"I see you approve of my, ehm, equipment," Tuvok said as he observed Janeway putting a hand down her pants, fingering herself.
"Oh, Tuvok, I can tell you how hot I am. I'm gonna burst if I don't get it right now," the Captain said and opened her tunic. She then pulled the gray shirt over her head to expose a pair of medium-sized but firm tits with dark brown nipples already hard with excitement. She stood up and said, "Let me get you hard, Tuvok. Let me suck your magnificent prick," and then fell to her knees.
"Very well, Captain. If you insist," Tuvok said and then slid his semi-erect cock into Kathryn's hungry mouth. She immediately grabbed his ball sack and started to fondle it as she licked his cock up and down. Her mouth action had the desired effect on Tuvok's dick, and it stood in its full 10-inch glory.
Kathryn tried to take it in her mouth, but she was only able to get the head inside. As she tried to take him in her mouth, her right hand slid down her pants, and she started to rub her wet and hot snatch.
"Captain," Tuvok said.
"Call me Kathryn or Kate," Janeway said and started to suck on his ball sack.
"Kate, this is for your pleasure. I believe that cunnilingus is appropriate at this time. Allow me," Tuvok said as he pushed her back onto her own table and then pulled her pants off. He saw that she did not wear any panties and then shortly lingered at the sight of her trimmed auburn cunt, wet and ready.
Tuvok spread her legs and started to kiss her thighs, working towards her cunt.
"Suck it now, dammit! That's an order," Kathryn yelled out and grabbed him by his pointy ears, pressing him into her pussy.
Tuvok immediately went to work on her pussy by licking and gently biting her clitoris."It will make an interesting addition to my sexual subroutine," Neelix answered and unzipped his pants.
Tuvok lifted Kathryn's hot, sweaty body from the floor and pushed her against the wall. She wrapped her slim legs around Tuvok's hips, and then felt his hard, throbbing cock slip inside her wet pussy and all the way in. He took her hard against the wall, with his hips slamming against her ass with a loud thud-thud-thud as they fucked each other with a fury.
"Uh, I'm gonna cum really soon, Tuvok. Harder, harder," she said as her hips slammed against his thrusting pelvis. As he felt the walls of her vagina starting to clench his cock, he could not help himself, and he felt he was about to shoot his load as well.
"Oh, Tuvok, cum inside me. I want to feel your sperm spraying inside me," she said as the onset of yet another orgasm came over her.
As he felt her cumming again, he let his jizz shoot up her cunt as he felt her coming with a vengeance.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH," she screamed out as she felt the jet of his seed inside her and then run down her legs.
After a few minutes, Janeway caught her breath again. "That was sensational, Tuvok. I really needed that."
"I appreciate your statement, Kate. You should now be able to perform your duty again. But if you ever need my services again," he said as he wiped the cream off his cock.
"Oh, you bet I'll require your services again. Maybe once or twice a day," she said with a wicked smile and started to rub her tits again.
"If you think twice a day would suffice," Tuvok said, totally deadpan, and put on his uniform again.
"It might not always be enough, but it's a start," she said, and then she got dressed again as well.
"Anytime you require my services, just ask. I'm always ready," Tuvok said as he went onto the bridge.
Janeway went onto the bridge, wondering if any of the crew heard anything. Then she stopped. She was alone! Where was the crew? She stood on the bridge all by herself, nobody else in sight.
"Computer, list crew complement," Janeway said out loud.
"Captain Kathryn Janeway," the Computer said.
"What!!!" Janeway said.
"And Rear Admiral Q," the computer finished.
"Q," Janeway yelled out.
"You called, Kathy," a voice said behind her.
She turned to see Q sitting in the captain's chair in the gala-uniform of a Rear Admiral. "You like it?" he said with a smile.
"Where the hell is my crew?" She shrieked at him. | 4 |
1,248 | "Frasier Crane; at your service" Part 2 "Room Service" | "So Frasier, why do you look so blue?" Niles asked. Frasier had come to see Niles after the incident with Roz; he was confused as to what to do, so he told Niles an edited version of the incident.
"An Indian aphrodisiac, you say?" Niles said while contemplating a plan. "And if she swallows, then it's forever."
"Well, yes, she did, and now she'll love me forever. What should I do, Niles?" Frasier asked in agony.
"Well, that depends on how you feel for Roz," Niles asked.
"I believe that I could grow to love her. I mean, I loved what she did, and we didn't go all the way," Frasier said.
"Well, then you are lucky. You have a sexual dynamo who's in love with you, and you might reciprocate the feeling. What else do you need to know?" Niles said.
"I guess you are right," Frasier said and realized that Niles was right.
"Who did Bulldog say he got it from?" Niles asked.
"Apu from the coffee stand, but why did you want to know?" Frasier asked.
"Can't tell you now, I'll have to run. See you later, ciao," Niles said and ran out.
Frasier entered his apartment and saw Daphne. "Hello, Daphne. Where's Dad?" he asked.
"Oh, he left to spend the weekend with a friend, and he took Eddie," Daphne said.
"Alright, a weekend without that flea bag," Frasier said.
"That's no way to talk about Eddie," Daphne said while she cleaned up the coffee table.
"I wasn't talking about Eddie," Frasier said and went into his bedroom.
"Oh, what a day, Roz and me. Who would have thought?" Frasier thought as he changed his suit to a turtleneck and went back into the living room.
"Daphne, did anybody call today?" Frasier asked, full of hope. He was concerned because he had not seen Roz since she gave him that blowjob.
"No, not really. Well, there was one call, but when I said my name, she hung up," Daphne answered.
"How in the world could you tell that it was a woman?" Frasier said.
"Oh, a woman can tell," Daphne said.
Frasier just shook his head, then the bell rang. "Daphne, find out who it is, please," Frasier asked.
"Who is it?" Daphne called out.
"It's Niles Crane," the voice said outside the door.
"Oh, no, I don't want to talk to him. Daphne, I'll hide in my bedroom, distract him, and I'll leave, okay?" Frasier pleaded.
"Can do, Mr. Crane," Daphne said and opened the door as Frasier went to his bedroom.
"Hello, Dr. Crane. Come on in. I'm afraid that Dr. Crane is out," Daphne said as she took Niles' coat.
"Oh, that's alright. I just wanted to celebrate with someone, and you'll do, unless you are busy?" Niles said.
"No, that's fine. Let's go into the kitchen and pour us a drink," Daphne said.
"That's a good idea. I have a new drink I want to try," Niles said and went into the kitchen. Niles poured two vodkas and orange juices, then he poured something from a bag in his pocket. "Here you are, Daphne, a Crane special," Niles said and handed the spiked drink to Daphne. "Well, cheers," Niles said, and they drank.
"Bloody hell, this is awful," Daphne said, and she spilled some of her drink on the floor.
"I'll clean it up, don't worry, Daphne," Niles said and went into the kitchen.
"Daphne," Frasier whispered, "I'm leaving, so goodbye," he whispered as Daphne turned to wave Frasier off.
"Here we are, Daphne. I'll just get this cleaned up, and then we can continue to celebrate," Niles said with a hopeful voice.
"So, Daphne, how do you feel?" Niles asked with trepidation.
"I feel awful. What did you put in that drink?" Daphne said and then sat down.
"Daphne, what's wrong?" Niles said in horror.
"I guess I'm just a little queasy. I just need some rest. I'm sorry, Dr. Crane, I'm not in a celebratory mood tonight. I hope you understand," Daphne said.
"Oh, no, Daphne, I understand. I'll leave you alone, alright?" Niles said while he thought, "That bastard Frasier set me up. Love potion, ridiculous, and now she's sick. Oh, Christ," and then he left.
"Phew, I thought he'd never leave," Daphne said and walked into her bedroom. "Why am I horny as a toad?" Then she dropped her skirt to the floor and lay down on the bed. "Man, I need relief now," Daphne thought as she started to caress her breasts through the sweater. Then she pulled the sweater off and quickly removed her bra also and started to pinch her nipples. "Oh yes, oh yes," she moaned.
She slipped the fingers of her right hand into her mouth and started to lick her fingers. After a minute, she slipped her moist fingers down to her soaked silk panties and ran her hand over her cunt.
"I have to get off right now," Daphne thought and tore her panties apart to slip her fingers inside her pussy. She proceeded to finger-fuck herself with vicious strokes in her cunt and used her other hand to pinch her nipples.
She started to squirm on the bed as she got into the action. She licked the fingers on her other hand and then slid them into her pussy as well. She worked herself into a frenzy now, using both hands. "Damn, it's not working. I have to do something else if I'm gonna come on my own," Daphne thought as she felt that her fingers were not enough.
"Umm, that looks good," Daphne said as she eyed the bedpost. It was approximately a foot longer than her bed, and it was round and smooth. "It'll do," she thought. Daphne stood up and then placed her pussy right over the top of the bedpost. "If this doesn't do it, nothing short of a real cock will do," Daphne thought as she gingerly slid down onto the bedpost. Her pussy juices lubricated the bedpost after a few strokes up and down, and Daphne found the sensation incredible.
"It will certainly not be the last time I do this," she thought as she felt the bedpost reach the bottom of her pussy. She started to finger her clit in conjunction with the humping of the bedpost, finally starting to induce the feeling she desired.
"Oh yes, oh yes, oh fuck yes," Daphne screamed out as she started to feel an orgasm coming on. "OOOOOOHHH yes, fuck me, Frasier," she screamed as she had a huge orgasm. As she bucked on the bedpost, she finally achieved the orgasm she wanted and then slid down to the bed.
"Oh my god, I screamed Frasier's name. Why the hell did I do that?" she thought as she lay back on the bed. "Oh my, I think I want to fuck his brains out. Yes, I want Frasier; I really want to fuck him. I can't wait till he comes home, then I'll let him replace the bedpost," Daphne thought as she started to stroke herself again.
"Oh no, save some for Frasier," Daphne thought and then stood up and went into the bathroom.
"I hope that Niles is gone," Frasier said as he entered his apartment for the second time that evening. Frasier was worried about Roz; he had gone to her apartment, but there was nobody there, and he could not find her in any of her usual spots.
Frasier found Daphne in the living room in a dark red bathrobe watching television. "Oh, hi, Daphne. Has Niles left? What did he want?" Frasier asked.
"Yes, he's gone," Daphne said and stood up. "He had something to celebrate, and then he gave me some god-awful drink. I had to pretend to be sick to get him to go."
"Oh, well, as long as he's gone, I need to be alone tonight," Frasier said and slumped down onto the couch. "Thank god Dad and Eddie are gone for the weekend."
"Yes, I'm glad they're all gone too," Daphne said and then opened her bathrobe to reveal her completely naked body.
"What the-" Frasier thought, but could not say anything as Daphne dropped her robe and revealed her wonderful body with her slightly drooping but full breasts and her auburn cunt already glistening.
"I want you now, Frasier," Daphne said and then put her hand on Frasier's starting bulge. "Oh, that feels good, but it'll feel even better inside my pussy," Daphne said and pulled Frasier's pants off.
"My god, I think that Niles gave her that aphrodisiac, but why is she horny for me? I better be careful that she does not swallow my come. I guess it can't hurt to give her what she wants; it might hurt her if I do not fuck her," Frasier thought and found himself reaching for Daphne's wonderful tits.
"Oh, I see you want me too," Daphne said and kissed him deeply. Frasier immediately responded by putting his tongue into her mouth.
"Oh god, I have fantasized about this. I have even masturbated to it, but this is even better," Frasier thought as his hands reached out and cupped her breasts. Daphne immediately shoved her right nipple into Frasier's mouth, and he eagerly tasted it. Frasier could feel Daphne's nipple getting hard in his mouth, and he started to suck harder on it.
"OOOHHHH, Frasier," Daphne moaned and then ripped Frasier's shirt open and ran her fingers through his chest hair.
"I want you to tongue-fuck me, please, Frasier," Daphne begged, and Frasier responded by saying, "Oh, hell yes," and then put her on the couch.She spread her legs and let Frasier put his tongue on her exposed clit. "Oh yes, suck it," Daphne screamed out and pulled Frasier's head deeper into her wet pussy.
"Oh, suck me, suck me, suck me," Daphne moaned as her hips began to buck onto Frasier's face. He felt the pressure and tasted her wonderful pussy juices on his tongue.
"Now let me get you ready to fuck," Daphne said and quickly swooped down and took Frasier's cock in her mouth.
"I better not come in her mouth, but it feels so good. Let her do it for just a minute," Frasier thought as he felt Daphne's tongue running over his glistening cock head, and then she took him deep into her mouth.
After a short while, Frasier said, "Daphne, I want to fuck your tight cunt. I want it now." It was the only way he could stop her from giving him a blowjob until he came.
"Oh yes, Frasier, I want to feel you inside me," she said as she climbed onto Frasier and sat down on his cock.
"OOOOH, you're big," Daphne cried out as she slid down his hard dick. "And you are incredibly tight," Frasier whispered to her.
Frasier could not believe how tight Daphne was as he felt every centimeter of her cunt.
"I do pelvic exercises. They help a lot. Roz taught me," Daphne moaned out.
"If Roz is as tight as this, then I'm in heaven," Frasier thought and started to move his hips up to catch Daphne on the way down.
"YESOHYESOHEYESFUCKMEFUCKMEFASTERFASTERHARDER," Daphne said while she fucked her brains out. Frasier grabbed hold of her wonderful hips and started to force her down onto his throbbing dick, and then he took her right tit in his mouth.
"Take me, take me from behind, Frasier," Daphne said and lay down on the coffee table. The sight of Daphne laying spread-eagle on the coffee table with her beautiful ass towards him was the most incredible sight Frasier had ever seen, and he quickly bent over and inserted his rod into her cunt. Quickly, the motions began to speed up, and the contents of the coffee table were knocked off as Frasier took Daphne harder and harder.
"Oh, Daphne, you are the best. I want to come inside you so much," Frasier said, knowing that she could not swallow his come if he shot it off inside her pussy.
"Oh yes, Frasier, shoot inside me. Do it, do it," Daphne moaned and thrust hard against his pelvis.
Frasier suddenly thought that he would not want to come yet, as it felt so great, so he started to think of something else than Daphne's sweat-glistening body on the table in front of him.
It worked, and Frasier felt the climax move further away. He said, "Let's move to the floor," and then lifted her up and put her on the plush carpet.
"Oh, Frasier, take me hard," Daphne said and spread her legs to let Frasier back inside her. His cock started to slide all the way in, and as Frasier was at the base of his cock, he suddenly pulled back and then slammed into her with force.
"Oh, my god, Frasier, you're the best fuck I have ever had," she screamed out when he plunged into her with such force that it slid her a couple of inches across the carpet.
Frasier put her legs on his shoulders and then bent over and stood on his hands and dove deep inside her. He started to bounce as he bent her legs back. When her knees reached her shoulders, her ass lifted completely from the floor, and Frasier fucked her with a vicious passion.
"OH, Frasier, deeper, faster, fuck my cunt. No, wait, I have a better idea. Fuck me in the ass. Please, I have not had a cock up my ass since I came to America."
Frasier immediately took to the idea and let Daphne turn over. He started to rub her own cunt juices into her asshole and slid two fingers in up to the knuckles.
"Oh, that feels incredible, but give me your dick instead," Daphne pleaded.
"Hey, I'm Frasier Crane; at your service," Frasier said and then plugged her ass with his cock.
"Oh, yes, take me up the ass, faster, faster," Daphne moaned as she really got into the motion of Frasier's cock.
"OOOOOOOOOHHHHH, DAPHNE, IIIIII'MMMMMMM CUMMING," he roared as he finally shot his load up her ass. "OOOHHH, ROZ!" He cried out as he slumped over Daphne's body.
The feel of his hot jiz up her ass was too much, and her pent-up orgasm rolled over her body, with one replacing the other until she could take no more, and then let herself fall to the floor. They lay on top of each other, Frasier still with his cock up her ass, panting and feeling the heat from each other's bodies.
"I screamed out Roz's name. I hope she did not hear it," Frasier thought.
"My god almighty, I have never had it so good before," Daphne said. She had not heard that Frasier had called out Roz's name.
Suddenly, the effect of the potion wore off, and the feel of Frasier's body surprised Daphne.
"Oh, I hope it's a dream," Daphne said out loud. Frasier quickly got up and then he said, "Yes, Daphne, it is a dream, and you are sleepwalking. Go back into your bedroom and go to bed."
"Oh, great, for a moment I thought I fucked Frasier, I mean Dr. Crane," Daphne said and then went into the bedroom and got in bed.
"Phew, that was close. She did take the potion, but why did Niles not have sex with her?" Frasier thought as he got ready for a bath.
"I'm glad I remembered not to let her swallow my come. Roz is enough. I don't need Daphne chasing me, although she's a great fuck."
Frasier got in the shower and started to wash off the juices of their act of passion. "I have to find Roz and tell her how I feel about her. But how do I really feel about her?" Frasier thought as he started to wash his hair. | 2 |
1,249 | "Frasier Crane; at your service" Part 3 "Frasier returns the favor" | "Good morning, Daphne. Did you sleep well?" Frasier asked as Daphne came into the living room the next morning.
"Why do you ask, Dr. Crane?" Daphne said with a strange expression on her face.
"I just mean that you look like you had a hard night. Did I wake you when I came home last night? If I did, I'm really sorry, but time just flew by and..." Frasier said.
"Oh, okay. No, Dr. Crane, you did not wake me, but I did have a wonderful dream," Daphne said and then started to make breakfast.
"Great, she's not in love with me, and she believes that last night was just a dream, a wonderful dream but a dream nonetheless," Frasier said as he put on his coat. "Daphne, I'm leaving. Can I get you anything?"
"Oh, no, thank you, Dr. Crane. I have had all I need," Daphne said, thinking, "If he ever gets to know that I had a sexual dream about him, he'll never let me forget it."
"I better explain what happened to Niles and find some way to make it up to him. Oh, I know just what he would want," Frasier thought and then hailed a cab.
Frasier first made a stop at the radio station, where he only stopped long enough to look for Roz and then talk to Apu. He then went to his brother's office to explain.
"Hi, Niles. I just dropped by to explain something to you," Frasier said as he opened the door to Dr. Niles Crane's office.
"Get out, you dirty..." Niles quickly said and stood up.
"Slow down, Niles. I have something to tell you," Frasier said and sat down.
"What, more lies? Maybe you found some magic pixie dust, and you flew here. Is that it, 'dear' brother?" Niles said with ice in his voice.
"No, Niles, not at all," Frasier said. "You better sit down."
"Alright, this better be damn good," Niles said and sat down.
"You gave some of that aphrodisiac to Daphne last night, but it did not work, did it?" Frasier asked.
"Of course it didn't. It made her sick," Niles said, surprised by Frasier's knowledge of yesterday's actions.
"Well, um, no, it didn't. When I came home again, I found Daphne, and she was horny as hell," Frasier quickly said.
"It really did work, but she said she was sick," Niles said.
"She only said it to get you to go. She was horny for me, and I was all she wanted," Frasier said.
"But I was the only one there. It was supposed to be the first person she sees," Niles quickly said.
"Well, maybe she looked at my picture. I don't know why, but she wanted me, and then she ripped off her clothes, and well, to make a long story short, we had sex," Frasier said apologetically.
"You what? How could you, Judas?" Niles yelled out.
"You don't understand. I had to make sure she did not swallow my semen or she'd be in love with me forever, and the only way to ensure this was to have sex with her instead of fellatio. She believes that it was a dream, and I'm just Dr. Crane to her as always," Frasier said quickly.
"Oh, well, I guess that's alright then. You really did not have a choice. I'm glad that you prevented her enchantment of you," Niles said with relief and sat down.
"Thank you, Niles. What I'm here to talk to you about is that I want to make this up to you. I have another dose of the aphrodisiac for you to use on Daphne," Frasier said and produced a vial of the black liquid.
"Oh, Frasier, you are great, but how do we prevent a repeat of what happened last time?" Niles said.
"We need to ensure that YOU are the first one she sees after she takes the potion, but how?" Frasier said as he thought over the situation.
"Oh, I know. We have to ensure that I'm the first person she sees," Niles said and stood up.
"Well, yes, but..." Frasier said, but Niles put up his hand to stop him.
"And ensure that she does not even look at a picture of another person first, right?" Niles asked as he started to pace the floor.
"Yes, again, what are you thinking of?" Frasier asked as he saw that Niles had something in mind.
"I know what to do. You and Daphne will come over to dinner tonight at my place, which means no pictures of you or anybody else. Then you get beeped and have to leave, which leaves Daphne alone in my apartment with me. She can't possibly see anybody else than me, and we are home free," Niles said with a smile on his face.
"That's a great idea, Niles. And it will leave you alone to get her to swallow her semen," Frasier said.
"Oh, Frasier, you think I want her to fall in love with me? No, it's just sex," Niles said with a blank look on his face.
"Come on, Niles, don't give me that. It's Frasier, remember? I know how you love her, and you wish she feels the same way about you," Frasier said.
"Okay, Frasier, you're right, but you'll still help me, right?" Niles said.
"Certainly, Niles," Frasier said and then left for the radio station.
When Frasier arrived at the radio station, he first called Daphne and told her about the plans for the evening. Frasier was disappointed not finding Roz in the studio, but instead found a replacement who said that Roz had called in sick.
Frasier spent the whole show worrying about Roz and not really paying attention to his callers, and there was no call from Roz or Randy that night.
After the show, Bulldog came into the studio to set up for his show. Frasier had to ask him about the aphrodisiac, and Bulldog responded, "Well, it only lets somebody fall in love with you if there is some attraction to begin with. Otherwise, it just makes them horny. That's why I treat my women terribly - that means that they can swallow it and not fall in love with me."
"Hmm, I hope Daphne has some attraction to Niles, or he'll just get laid tonight, although he would not mind that. I better keep my mouth shut about it or he'll be too nervous tonight. What a second, that means that Roz is attracted to me in some way. This is great. I guess I felt guilty for forcing Roz to love me, but that is not right. Yes, yes, yes."
Frasier left the studio and then went looking for Roz. After an hour of looking, he had to get home and get ready for the evening. Frasier and Daphne arrived at Niles' place at seven, ready for dinner. Frasier's pager "unfortunately" went off at seven-thirty, just as planned, and Frasier left Daphne and Niles alone as he just had to pop out for half an hour.
"So, Niles, how are you coping with the single life?" Daphne asked.
"Well, it's alright, although I get a little lonely at times," Niles said and then went to the drinks cabinet.
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," Daphne said with genuine feelings.
"So, Daphne, how about a Bacardi and Coke before dinner?" Niles asked hopefully.
"Alright, but just a little one. You don't want to get me drunk, do you?" Daphne says with a smile.
"Certainly not. I'm not that kind of man," Niles said as he slipped the potion into her drink.
"No, you're not. You are an honorable man, Niles Crane, unlike most the men I meet," Daphne said and sighed.
"I'm really sorry to hear that. Do you want to talk about it?" Niles said, momentarily forgetting about the drinks.
"Well, I wish that I could meet a man with taste and sophistication like... well, like you," Daphne said and looked away.
"Why look any further, Daphne? I'm here, and I'm single," Niles said as he sat down beside her.
"Thank you, Dr. Crane," Daphne said and took his hands. "But I don't know if I really should..."
"Daphne, I, I, I..." Niles stuttered.
"Yes, Niles?" Daphne said and looked into his eyes.
"Daphne, I love you," Niles blurted out.
"Oh, Niles, I had no idea that you feel this way. I'm really flattered, and I guess I'm attracted to you too," Daphne quickly said and kissed him softly on the mouth.
"Oh, Daphne, you have no idea how I have dreamed of this day," Niles said and kissed her back. Niles got up and went over to the drinks. "I think these can wait," he said and poured them out.
"And I think dinner can wait too. I want you, Niles," Daphne said and stood up.
"Oh, boy," Niles said softly, and then Daphne pulled him into his own bedroom. "This is even better since her feelings are genuine," Niles thought as they entered the bedroom.
Daphne kissed Niles deeply, and he found her hands moving to his small but tight ass and grabbed it. "Take me, Niles. I want you," she said and then pulled his tie off.
Niles' hands started to explore Daphne's wonderful body with both his hands as Daphne slipped Niles' jacket off. Their lips met in a deep kiss again, and Niles pushed his tongue into her mouth, and their probing tongues were all over the place soon after. Niles' hands reached the zipper on the back of Daphne's dress, and Daphne whispered, "Yes, take it off. I want you to see my naked body." Niles quickly unzipped the dress, and it fell to the floor. He then took a step back to get a good look at Daphne's semi-undressed body."Oh wow, you have an incredible body, Daphne. I want to kiss it all over," Niles said as he looked at her body. The red underwear she wore showed off her curves, the hips were rounded, and the bra pushed her breasts together, producing a mouth-watering cleavage.
Niles' mouth quickly found her cleavage, and his hands cupped her breasts. While Niles was busy with her tits, Daphne reached up and ripped Niles' shirt from his body, and Niles quickly pulled his pants and socks off.
"I want to taste your breasts," Niles said. Daphne responded by unhooking her bra and revealing her big tits, and Niles immediately took her right nipple in his mouth.
"Oh, yes," Daphne moaned as Niles felt her nipple harden in his mouth. "She's really into it, oh, how I want her," he thought, and he sucked harder on her nipple. Niles' hands slid down her back, and then he grabbed her peach-round ass and started to fondle it.
"Oh, Niles, I love the feel of your fingers on my body. Don't stop," Daphne moaned, and Niles slid his hands down her stocking-covered legs. Daphne fell back onto the bed, and Niles' hands started to explore her long legs. Niles saw that she was so wet that her red silk panties were soaked through.
Niles started to kiss the inside of her legs and soon moved closer to her wet crotch. "Niles, your tongue feels wonderful. I want to feel it on my pussy," Daphne said. Niles was turned on by Daphne's dirty words, and he reached inside her waistband and then started to tug on her panties. She lifted her ass slightly, and Niles quickly slid her soaked panties down her legs and then threw them over his shoulder. Niles saw that her pussy hair was a redder shade than the hair on her head, and he also saw that the hairs were trimmed carefully into a small triangle barely covering her pussy.
"Oh, yes, lick me. Lick me, Niles," Daphne moaned and then pulled his head closer to her pussy.
Niles started to lick Daphne's cunt and tasted her juices; he moved his tongue to her clit and started to slowly lick it.
"OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH, yes, that's wonderful," Daphne moaned and pressed his head deeper into her wet snatch. Niles stuck his tongue up her slit and started to lick her insides with a flurry of tongue movement, and Daphne's hips began to move with the motion of Niles' tongue.
Suddenly, Niles started to lick her asshole, and this turned Daphne on even more, as she had always enjoyed a rimjob, and she pressed her legs around his head.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH, SSSSHIIIITTTTT," Daphne cried out as she bucked in ecstasy.
"I want to taste your cock, Niles. Let me suck it," Daphne said and then dropped in front of Niles. She reached inside his boxers and pulled out a seven-inch boner. "Oh, you are well-developed for a skinny guy," Daphne said and pulled his boxers to the floor.
Daphne then put her tongue on the head of his cock and tasted his pre-cum. She licked the underside of his shaft and then she started to kiss his balls. Nobody had ever sucked on his balls, and he found that her mouth felt great on his balls.
"Suck it, take me all the way," Niles pleaded as Daphne stroked his cock. Daphne soon complied, and his cock slid through her lips seconds later.
"WWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW" was all Niles could think as Daphne took him deep-throat. Daphne felt the ripples of joy rushing through Niles' body and found that she wanted him in her pussy right now.
"Take me, Niles. Fuck my brains out," Daphne said. "Oh, yes, Daphne, right now," Niles said as he pulled Daphne to her feet and then got behind her. As she bent over, she felt the head of his cock at the mouth of her pussy. Niles slid his lubricated cock into her pussy and then he started to take her faster and faster from behind.
"Oh, his dick is just right, not so big it hurts and not so small that it can't satisfy me," Daphne thought as his cock slid in to the base.
"Oh, you are really tight," Niles said, fucking Maris had been like throwing a hotdog down a corridor, but Daphne was amazing. Niles' hips clashed with Daphne's ass as they moved faster and faster. Niles sat down on the bed, and then Daphne climbed on top of him and sat down on his cock, as she started to bounce up and down. Niles took a grip of her round hips and sucked on her swaying breasts.
"Oh, Niles, you are wonderful. I should have done this a long time ago," Daphne moaned as she slid down his cock. Niles said nothing, as he was too busy with licking her nipples and holding Daphne on top of him. Suddenly, Daphne fell sideways onto the bed, but Niles managed to keep his dick in her cunt, and the motion of his hips continued as he now took her sideways on the bed.
"Lie back, I want to ride you," Daphne whispered as she pushed him back onto the bed, and then she sat on the prone Niles.
"Oh, yes, oh, yes, oh, yes, oh, yes, oh, yes," Daphne said as she moved up and down on Niles' hard dick. Niles was so mesmerized by the sight of her big tits bouncing up and down that he saw nothing else.
"Oh, Niles, I want to feel your cum inside me. Squirt your hot juices inside my hungry pussy," Daphne said as she massaged her breasts.
Niles could hold back no longer as he heard Daphne's words; he came in one long orgasm, which sent sperm shooting up Daphne's tight cunt.
"OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH, NNNNNNNILES," Daphne screamed out as she came in a raging orgasm, and then their bodies convulsed in unison. Shortly after, Niles lay with Daphne in his arms as they both tried to gather strength, then they kissed deeply.
"Oh, Daphne, I wish I had known how you feel earlier," Niles whispered into Daphne's ear.
"I'm not sure I felt like this earlier. I'm just now realizing my feelings for you. I mean, I've always liked you as a friend, but now it's more than that," Daphne said and hugged Niles tighter.
"Daphne, I love you. It was not something I said to get you into bed," Niles said.
"Niles! I never thought that about you. Do you know what I really want to do now?" Daphne said.
"I'm not sure, but whatever you want, you got it. Just say what it is," Niles said with anticipation.
"I really love to be fucked up the ass. Would you like to fuck me up the ass, Niles?" Daphne asked as her hand moved to his cock, which responded by getting hard again.
"Oh, yes, Daphne, I want to fuck you up the ass so badly. Let's do it right now," Niles said as his hands found her breasts.
Daphne turned to her stomach, and then Niles bent down to lick her asshole in preparation for his once again hard cock.
"Oh, Niles, do it," Daphne said as she moved her ass to meet Niles' face as he licked her harder and harder.
"Now you're ready," Niles said as he got ready to ram her ass. He carefully inserted his cock in her puckered ass.
"Oh, do it hard," Daphne said as she slammed her ass against his hips. Niles picked up the speed of his ass-fucking.
He felt the walls of her ass pressing against his dick, and it was better than anything he had ever felt before. It would certainly not be the last time he fucked somebody up the ass, he thought, "I hope it's Daphne." Daphne enjoyed his cock up her ass even more than she had imagined, and the fact that it was Niles that fucked her only seemed to increase the enjoyment.
"OHYESOHYESOHYESFUCKMEKUCKMEHARDERFASTERNOWNOWNOW," Daphne screamed out as Niles' cock slammed into her ass.
"I can't hold back for long, Daphne. Your ass is just too wonderful," Niles said as he felt an orgasm coming on.
"Oh, don't hold back. Shoot it up the ass. We can do this again later and then again and again. I love it, oh, fuck me, Niles," Daphne said, and then Niles shot his load up her ass and then felt her body ripple with an orgasm of her own.
Niles lay on top of Daphne while they caught their breath. "You said we could do this again later. Does this mean?" Niles asked with bated breath.
"Yes, Niles, I think you are a great fuck, and I want you again and again. I think I love you too," Daphne said and blushed.
"Are you serious? You can't believe how much I wanted to hear that," Niles said and kissed her neck.
"I think I am, but maybe you should take me up the ass again just to make sure," Daphne said as she spread her legs.
"Yes, my love, and if that does not convince you, I'll just have to fuck you until you are sure," Niles said and started to kiss her down the back.
"Oh, I think it might take all night to convince me, but I think you'll convince me by tomorrow morning," Daphne said as she enjoyed Niles' lips on her ass.
"I hope everything is going Niles' way tonight. He deserves it after his marriage to Maris," Frasier thought as he entered the building where Roz lives.
Frasier had no idea how right he was because Niles took Daphne up the ass for the second time that night and without the aphrodisiac.
Frasier knocked on Roz's door, but there was no response. He tried for minutes, but there was nobody home.
"She's not home, mister," a young woman said who came out of an apartment across the hall.
"Do you know where she is? I have to find her," Frasier asked the young woman.
"She's leaving for New York today. She said she had to leave," she said.
"New York, but why and when?" Frasier asked as his heart raced in his chest.
"She said she embarrassed herself in front of a man she loved, and she could not stand to face him again. Oh, and she's leaving at nine-thirty," she answered, not knowing that Frasier was the man she was talking about.
"How?" was all he could say.
"She's taking the train. She could not get a plane at such short notice," she said.
"Thanks," Frasier said and sprinted off. | 1 |
1,250 | Star Trek: Voyager part 10 | "Where the hell did Q send me?" Janeway thought as she looked over the living room she had appeared in a few moments ago. "Hey, I remember Q, so then I have a chance of finding a way out. Let's see, do I know who I am?" Janeway thought and then concentrated on who she was. "Oh yes, she was married, she had three boys, and she was happy with her life. Well, it could be worse. I also have some good friends, one of them is my next-door neighbor. He's an intelligent man, maybe he can help me," Janeway thought as she went into the backyard.
"Wilson, is that you?"
"Hey-di ho, good neighbor," Wilson answered from his side of the fence. "What's up, Jill?"
"Oh, nothing much, I'm just having a slow day at home," Janeway answered.
"Good, good. Oh, by the way, a woman came around this morning looking for you. She was a really beautiful woman, hair like a '47 Chateau Laffitte, eyes as blue as the Mediterranean, and legs up to her shoulders. She was a bit cold though, but still, I liked her. Oh, she left a note for you, here," Wilson said and handed an envelope. "Thanks, Wilson," she said and opened the letter. She read it quietly for a few moments and then she started to smile.
"Good news, Jill?" Wilson asked.
"Oh yes, an old high school friend is back in town, and she wants to meet me," Janeway said and hid the letter.
"Hi, Brad and Randy, you are home from school early," she said as her two oldest sons came in the front door. Brad was fifteen, and Randy was almost fourteen.
"Yeah, there was an accident in the chemistry lab, and we were all sent home," Brad said.
"Oh, fine, boys. Don't mind me, I just finished some garden work and I'm going to clean up," Janeway said and went up the stairs. She went into the bathroom and started to draw a bath.
Brad and Randy looked at each other and then they snuck upstairs when they heard their mother drawing a bath. They went to the bathroom door, and Brad started to peek through the keyhole while Randy moved a picture and looked through the hole he had drilled a few weeks ago. "I hope she takes a bath," Brad whispered to Randy. They were both really turned on by the thought of seeing their mother naked.
Janeway heard something rustle outside the bathroom door and thought, "It's show time." She knew that her "sons" were looking at her, and she was about to give them an eyeful.
She slowly took off her clothes, making sure that she did not show her breasts or pussy to the boys, then she slowly turned around to give Brad and Randy an eyeful of her naked body. She slowly walked into the shower and got all wet. She heard a faint "ooooohhh" from outside the door as she started to shampoo her hair.
She knew that they were masturbating by now and felt that she needed to turn the heat up. She grabbed the shampoo bottle and then started to slowly rub it over her cunt. She heard a bump on the door and smiled.
Brad almost fainted when he saw his mother starting to masturbate in the shower, and his head bumped against the door. "Hey, Brad, cool it, she might have heard you," Randy said to Brad as he pulled his cock out. "I'm getting hard," Randy said and started to rub his cock.
Janeway started to moan as the shampoo bottle slid deep inside her cunt, and her wet body squirmed in the shower. "They have to be ready by now," she thought. She pulled the bottle out of her cunt and got out of the bath. She quickly dried off and then she went to one side of the room, out of sight of the boys. She quickly threw the door open and exposed the boys, both with their cocks out.
"What are you doing, you perverts?" She yelled.
"Sorry, Mom, we couldn't help ourselves, you looked so hot," Randy said while covering his hard cock.
"Well, you boys should not be looking at me while I'm naked," Janeway said, not trying to cover her breasts or pussy. "You should be old enough to know that that's wrong. You are certainly big enough," Janeway said as she looked at their still erect cocks.
Brad and Randy could not tear their eyes off her pussy, and their cocks got even harder. "You really like what you see, don't you?" she asked as she put her hands on their cocks. They jumped with surprise as they felt a hand on their cocks. "You want me, and I haven't had a cock in months," She said as she got down on her knees.
"Let's have some fun," She said and then took Brad's cock in her mouth as she pumped Randy's cock. Brad could not believe what was happening as he felt his mother's mouth on his cock. Brad was a virgin, and he could not hold back for long. Janeway felt Brad was about to come, and she sucked harder on his cock. Brad came with force, and Janeway swallowed his entire load. After Brad had come, she moved to Randy and then took his cock in her mouth. Randy, unlike Brad, was not a virgin, but still, he had trouble holding back too as Janeway took him all the way in. Kathryn sucked on Randy's cock with great joy, although it started out as acting, she was really getting into it. She sucked Randy quickly, and soon felt his load shooting down her throat.
The boys looked disappointed as they had both come and believed that it was over. "Don't look so down, boys, I just relieved the pressure so the fuck will last longer," Janeway said as she sat down on a chair and spread her legs. The boys smiled as they heard her and then stared at her exposed cunt.
"Randy, you suck on my tits while Brad works over my cunt," She said as she pulled Randy closer to her. He immediately put his hands on her tits and started to fondle them. Brad started to tentatively lick her pussy. "Lick me right here, Brad," Janeway said and showed Brad her clit. He started to lick her clit. "Oh, that's good, Brad. Randy, suck on my tits," she said as she was getting into the action. Randy started to suck on her tits while Janeway started to move her hips closer to Brad's face.
"Alright, boys, let's move into the bedroom," she said, and then they all went into the bedroom. "Randy, you get to go first since I sucked Brad's cock first," Janeway said as she lay back on the bed. Randy quickly climbed up on the bed, and she positioned him between her legs. "Now, push inside me and then slide it in and out." Randy quickly did as he was told and slipped his teenage cock inside her wet pussy and started to fuck his own mother.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes," Janeway moaned as she felt the inexperienced boy's cock in her cunt. She wrapped her legs around Randy's hips and started to buck her hips.
"Man, this is great, Mom," Randy said as he felt her tits with his hands and then he kissed her. "Randy, when you come, shoot inside me," Janeway whispered as they fucked faster and faster. Randy felt more ecstasy than ever before; the girl he had had sex with was nothing like this. Randy thrust into her with a last effort, and then he came in a huge explosion of cum, which made him see stars. Janeway felt him come and she clenched her cunt tight around his cock to milk him for all he was worth. Only seconds later, Brad pulled Randy away from her and jumped onto her. "No, no, Brad, let's try something else," she said and pushed him off her.
She got down on the floor and stood on all fours. Brad quickly realized what she was doing and then moved in behind her. For the first time ever, Brad's dick entered a pussy, and he felt a sensation that no masturbation had ever given him.
He grabbed her hips and enjoyed every inch his cock slid into her hot and wet snatch, working harder and harder inside her pussy. "Brad, darling, Randy came inside me. You can do the same," Janeway said to Brad so that he would not feel left out.
Janeway pushed Brad down onto the floor and then sat down on him. As his cock slipped in, she started to pump her ass up and down. She moved up and down with great speed as she neared an orgasm herself. "Oh yes, fuck me, Brad, fuck me," she yelled out as she impaled herself on Brad's cock over and over. Then suddenly, Brad came in a great spurt of cum, and Janeway felt her own orgasm coming as she continued to move up and down on Brad's spurting cock.
"Oh yes, I'm CCCCUUUUUUMMMMMMMING, fuck me, Q!" Janeway screamed out as she came in a violent orgasm.
Then in a flash, she found herself back on Voyager, still naked, but the cum that ran down her leg before had disappeared.
"What did you say, Kathy?" Q said as he ogled her naked body. "I believe that you want me."
"You know what I said, so have you decided?" Janeway asked while exposing her cunt to Q.
"Ehh... yes, I have," Q said while looking straight at Kathryn Janeway's wet pussy.
And then a flash filled the room. | 1 |
1,251 | Star Trek: Voyager Q-Spot Part 5 | "Q, can't we make a deal? What can I do to convince you to stop this insane display of adolescence?" Janeway pleaded with the omnipotent creature simply known as Q.
"Well, Kathy, if you really want me to stop, I think we can find a solution. I think I have a proposal, and it's a very indecent proposal," Q said as he stared intently at Kathryn's breasts.
"Oh no, Q, you can't be serious. It's out of the question," Janeway said as she figured out what Q meant.
"Okay, Kathy, then sit back and enjoy the next part of my experiment. And if you feel the need to, shall we say, 'give yourself a hand,' feel free. I won't mind. On the contrary," Q said.
"This is great," Tom Paris thought. "I don't know where I am, but I don't really care. I'm living in the same house as two beautiful women, granted one is supposed to be my sister and the other is supposed to be my mother, but I know better. They are both absolutely fabulous in their own way. And to make things better, the woman next door, while she might not be much to look at, I have discovered that she enjoys sex, the kinkier the better."
Tom rubbed his hands as he sat in "his" room and looked at his next-door neighbors getting it on. He was dressed as a Marine soldier, and she was supposed to be a little Vietnamese girl. "They are sick, but I like it," Tom thought as he observed the Marine "invade" Vietnam. "I hope I get to nail her sometime," Tom thought.
"Hey, is that Kelly?" Tom thought as he heard the front door slam. He got up and sneaked out into the hall, he looked around the corner and down into the living room.
"Anybody home?" the woman yelled. "Al? Kelly? Bud?" she yelled. Tom kept his mouth shut as he had a plan.
"Great, I'm alone," Peggy said. She sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. "Alright, Ricki Lake is on. Thank god for Ricki, Oprah just sucks now since she does those chat shows. Now, Ricki, that's dirt," Peggy said out loud as she sat down to watch Ricki Lake.
Tom waited for approximately 30 minutes before Peggy fell asleep. He snuck down the stairs and then he watched his "mother" sleeping on the couch. Tom had admired the huge breasts on the redheaded woman, even though she was a mature woman, she was still very attractive. Tom could not understand why his "father" Al did not fuck her brains out every night.
Tom could wait no longer, he gently pulled her tight body stocking down to expose her wonderful breasts, he was not surprised that she did not wear a bra, he had noticed her nipples on more than one occasion. Now that he finally saw her breasts, he was gratified, he admired the large nipples and the round firm mounds. Tom produced a Polaroid and took a couple of pictures of her breasts. "They might come in handy later," Tom thought. He was glad that Peggy was such a hard sleeper, something he had discovered two days ago as he found her sleeping during a gas line explosion just down the block.
Tom removed her high heels and then he pulled her leopard-spotted pants, he pulled them down to her ankles and then he took two pictures of Peggy's very small green silk panties. He then pulled off her pants completely. He could feel the effect the semi-nude woman on the couch had on him as his cock started to press against his pants. Tom then removed her body stocking and then took a couple of pictures of Peggy wearing nothing but panties. Tom's mouth watered as he was about to remove her panties. As he slid them down her long legs, he saw that she had a thick bush of red hair on her pussy. Tom quickly snapped two pictures but then he found that he had run out of film. "Shit," Tom thought, he quickly ran up the stairs to get another roll of film for the camera, "Better get two," Tom thought as he went into his room.
As Tom searched for his film, Kelly came home. She stared at the body of her naked mother on the couch, she was initially shocked but then she thought about it (As much thinking as she could) and two seconds later she finished thinking. Kelly put her jacket away and then she sat down beside her mother. "Poor woman, she has not gotten it in months," Kelly thought. "Well, I haven't been fucked for a couple of hours, so what the hell," She thought, and then she leaned over and kissed her mother's right nipple. "She has bigger tits than any of my girlfriends," Kelly amazingly discovered. Kelly had occasionally had sex with a girl, only when she could not get some hot cock or maybe as foreplay.
Kelly started to work over Peggy's breasts with her mouth and hands, and she got more and more into it. She just had to take her own clothes off, but first she locked the front door. Kelly sat down beside Peggy again and felt the heat of her mother's body, and she knew what was about to happen. Kelly's right hand slid down Peggy's stomach and soon it was circling over the red-haired cunt. Then she gently started to touch it; she rubbed her mother's clitoris gently and found that her mother's juices soon started to flow. Kelly licked her fingers and tasted her mother's juices for the first time.
Tom came back from his room and was both shocked and incredibly turned on by the sight of Kelly and Peggy both naked on the couch and Kelly was about to lick Peggy's pussy. Tom hid behind the corner and then he secretly snuck a look at them.
Kelly spread Peggy's long legs and placed herself between her mother's legs, then she started to lick Peggy's cunt. Kelly started gently and was incredibly turned on by the taste of Peggy's cunt, and she licked deeper. When Kelly finally started to nibble on Peggy's clit, she awoke. "What the?" Peggy said as she sat up.
"I'm sorry, mom, you just looked so hot on the couch. I couldn't help myself, I had to taste you," Kelly said apologetically.
"Really, Kelly?" Peggy looked at her daughter's hot and slim body. "I haven't had sex for months, and you felt so great," Peggy said, and then she kissed Kelly, not a motherly kiss but a deep passionate kiss. Kelly soon overcame her surprise and kissed her mother back. Peggy's hands soon started to explore her daughter's body; she cupped Kelly's wonderful breasts and then ran her hands down Kelly's slim waist and down to her tight ass. Kelly returned the favor by kneading her mother's breasts.
Tom was so turned on by the scene in the living room that he had to masturbate as he looked on.
"Let me finish what I started, mommy," Kelly said as she fondled her mother's wet snatch. Peggy leaned back and spread her legs. Kelly quickly put her mouth on her mother's pussy again. She licked her mother hard and deep, and Peggy moaned out with joy. "OOOHHH, Kelly, you're a wonderful daughter, lick my cunt," Peggy said as she played with her own breasts.
Kelly licked her mother's clit, and felt her mother's hips begin to buck against her face. Peggy came in a roar of joy as Kelly continued to lick her mother's pussy. "You were really were starved for sex, huh," Kelly said as Peggy caught her breath.
"You bet," Peggy said. "Now I'm up, lay back and enjoy." Kelly leaned back on the couch, and Peggy started to expertly lick her own daughter's pussy.
"My god, Mom, you are a great pussy licker," Kelly said with surprise.
"Well, I have had a lot of experience with Marcy," Peggy said. She had had sex with her neighbor Marcy many times; it was what had kept her sane for so long. Peggy licked her daughter's blonde-haired cunt with great joy, "Hmm, she even bleached her hairs down there," Peggy thought.
Kelly and Peggy enjoyed the smell and taste of each other's body, and they were oblivious to the world around them.
"It's time I joined in," Tom said, and then slowly sneaked down the stairs. "Ahem," he said out loud. They were so into it that he had to repeat it three times before they heard him. "Well, I guess you are having fun? But what will dad say?" Tom said.
"Fuck off, Bud," Kelly said.
"No, wait," was all Peggy could say as she noticed the seven-inch erection that was hanging out of her son's pants. "What if we let you join us? Then you wouldn't tell, would you?"
"What!" Kelly said. "No way I'm letting him fuck me," She said as she pointed at "Bud."
"Then I'll tell everybody that you fucked your mother. How many do you think would fuck you then? Only the losers and geeks," Tom said with a vicious smile.
"Aww, man, okay, you can join it, but you fuck her first," Kelly said and pointed at Peggy.
"Woo-Hoo!" Tom yelled, and then he got down in front of his mother and started to kiss her breasts. "I'll fuck her first, but you have to lubricate me, do it or I'll tell everybody," Tom said and continued to kiss and fondle Peggy's breasts.
"Oh, all right," Kelly said, and then she leaned over and put her hand on Tom's already hard cock."Hmm, it's big, it might not be so bad after all," she thought, and then she kissed his dick. Tom's body flinched as he felt Kelly's expert cock sucking.
"Damn, you're good," Tom said as Kelly took him all the way to the base of his cock. Tom leaned over and put a couple of fingers up Peggy's pussy.
"It's actually quite good. Who knew that this little spud head had such a great cock?" Kelly thought as she found herself getting wet with excitement as she took Tom deep throat.
"Let's fuck," Tom said as he pushed Kelly's head off his cock. Was it just him, or did Kelly look disappointed? Tom slowly slid his cock into Peggy's wet, tight cunt while Kelly sat in the chair finger fucking herself.
Peggy and Tom soon reached a frenzied pace as their hips slammed together faster and faster. "Man, she's really tight and really wonderful," Tom thought as he slid into her again and again. Tom could not keep his mouth off her tits as they pumped away on the couch. Peggy soon reached an orgasm as she felt a cock in her pussy; she bucked wildly as Tom pumped her harder and harder. Tom felt the clenching of Peggy's pussy as she neared an orgasm, but he was far from finished. Tom had a rare gift - he could keep an orgasm off for much longer than normal men could, and he did not wish to finish just yet.
Peggy came with a roar and then she slumped back on the couch. "Do me now," Kelly pleaded before Tom had a chance to fuck Peggy again. Tom happily obliged as he threw her face first on the table and then started to lick her pussy from behind.
"Fuck me, right now," Kelly said impatiently.
"You betcha'," Tom said and slid his hard, hot and wet dick up Kelly's pussy. She was not as loose as he thought, and he was pleased to find that she clenched her cunt every time he rammed into her. He grabbed Kelly's hips and started to fuck her really hard; their motion shook the table as they slammed together with great force.
"You are great, Bud. Fuck my pussy," Kelly said, surprised by the great fucking "Bud" was giving her. She wished it would never end. Tom sat down on the couch, and Kelly moved in front of him. She sat down on his cock with her back to him, and they started to fuck again. Tom grabbed her hips and thrust her up and down his throbbing cock; he was enjoying this fuck more than any other before, well, except the time he fucked B'Elanna and Kes at the same time.
Tom's hands moved up to her great tits, and he mauled them with great pleasure. Kelly had always liked to be taken roughly, and "Bud's" treatment was just what she needed. Kelly got up and turned around; she positioned his cock right under her pussy and then slammed down on it hard. "Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, oh yes," Kelly moaned as she reached the heights of ecstasy. "Cum inside me, Bud. Let me feel your sperm in my pussy. I want it, I want it, I want it now," Kelly moaned out as she felt an orgasm coming on.
Tom knew that he could hold out no longer, although he had stamina. These Bundy women were too much to resist.
"Get ready, Kelly. Here it comes," Tom said as he suddenly tensed up and shot his load up her hot pussy in long, hard spurts.
Kelly finally came as she felt her "brother's" hot jiz in her cunt, and she hugged Tom tightly as they both shook with pleasure. They finally settled down, and then they kissed intensely.
"Bud, you are one great fuck. I know we have to do this again and again," Kelly said as she squeezed Tom's cock.
"Hey, I'm getting in on the action too. Forget Al, now that I know that Bud is such a great fuck," Peggy said as she sat down on the other side of Tom.
"Hey, ladies, there is enough of me to go around," Tom said as he grabbed the ass of both women. "Maybe we could even get Mrs. D'arcy to join us sometime," Tom said.
"That's not a bad idea," Peggy said, "but not until I have had some more Bud," Peggy said and kissed him. | 1 |
1,252 | Star Trek: Voyager Q-Sport | "Shit," Chakotay thought when he spilled his Coke all over his bed. "This is not good. I can't sleep in that puddle, but what can I do?"
"Oh, I know. Rich is out of town tonight. I'll sleep in his bed and take care of this tomorrow." Rich was his roommate and his supposed sister's boyfriend.
Chakotay went into Rich's room and got into his bed. "I'll take care of it tomorrow. I'm too tired to do something about it now," he thought as he quickly neared sleep.
Chakotay was suddenly awoken by the creak of the door opening. He lay still, trying to figure out who was sneaking inside. "Rich," the voice whispered. Chakotay recognized the voice of his oldest stepsister and Rich's girlfriend, Dana.
"Rich, I'm sorry about our fight yesterday," she said. "No, don't say anything. Let me talk," Dana said and put a hand on Chakotay's mouth. "I know that you love me and that you want to have sex with me, and I have thought about it. It's not that I don't love you, I do. But I have never... well, you know."
"She's a virgin," Chakotay thought. "Maybe I can take advantage of this."
"I want you to be the first, but I'm not sure I'm ready. But there is something I can do for you while we wait," She said and pulled the covers off Chakotay. "Don't tell JT I did this or he'll never let me forget it," Dana said as she put her hand on his cock. Chakotay jumped in surprise. She was supposed to be his sister, but he had admired her body since the day he got here, and a fantasy was about to come true.
Dana took his cock in her trembling hand and then she kissed it. It grew hard as soon as she kissed it. "Oh, you are ready, Rich," Dana whispered as she pumped his cock with her hand. She cupped his balls and then she licked them. After her hand had gotten him completely erect, she put her lips on the head of it and then slowly inhaled his cock. Chakotay was surprised at the cock-sucking prowess of his stepsister, as he did not know that Dana had been sucking cocks since she was 14. She had first done it to keep her then-boyfriend happy and had discovered that she liked it and had sucked many cocks since, even one of her teachers.
Chakotay was enjoying this more than he had ever enjoyed a blowjob before and felt he was about to cum as Dana sucked his cock very loudly. "Come in my mouth," she whispered as she shortly took her mouth off his cock. Dana resumed her cock sucking, and Chakotay was just about ready to shoot his load.
Dana felt his orgasm coming on, and she took his cock deep throat. As Chakotay felt her taking his entire cock, he could hold off no more, and he shot his jiz down her throat. If Dana had not been such an expert cock-sucker, she would not have been able to take the full load, but as it was, she swallowed it all, enjoying the taste immensely as she felt herself getting wet.
Dana licked his cock clean and was about to leave when Chakotay whispered, "Let me return the favor." Dana stopped, as she had not recognized his voice, and then she said, "You would do that for me?"
"Of course I would," Chakotay said as Dana sat back down on the bed. Chakotay wanted to taste her now, and he was happy to hear Dana say, "You know none of my boyfriends have ever done that. I would really like that."
Chakotay had no idea that even though none of Dana's boyfriends had licked her snatch, she had tried it before. Dana and Karen, her younger biological sister, had once tried it.
Chakotay reached over and pulled Dana's pajama top off. His hands soon found her tits. They were not as big as Al's or Carol's tits, but they were great nonetheless. His hands then slid down her sides, and then he put his fingers inside the waistband of her panties and pulled them off her. Chakotay pushed her back on the bed and then he spread her legs. He kissed her up her smooth thighs, slowly working his way up to her blonde cunt. Chakotay discovered that Dana kept her snatch neatly trimmed with only a triangle of blonde hair left. He blew lightly on her clitoris and felt a wave of excitement rush through Dana's body, and then he kissed her pussy. She was already wet, and Chakotay's tongue only helped increase the flow of her juices as he licked her labia and clit.
Chakotay put a finger up her cunt and started to move it in and out while he kept on licking her cunt. Dana started to moan as his finger slipped deep inside her. He felt no hymen and was surprised, as he thought she was a virgin.
"I took my cherry when I started to masturbate at 13," Dana said as she felt his surprise. Dana had masturbated for years and loved it. She had done it everywhere she could think of, even during a lecture.
"Oh, Rich, I want you," she said, and Dana was surprised to find that it was absolutely true. She wanted to fuck him right now. Chakotay almost jumped with joy as he heard her words, and then he moved up her body, covering every inch with big wet kisses. When he reached her tits, he started to work over her nipples with his mouth.
"Do it, Rich, fuck me," Dana whispered as Chakotay sucked on her right tit. Chakotay was surprised to hear those words come out of his goody two-shoes sister, but did not argue. Chakotay placed his cock at the entrance of her virgin cunt and then slowly started to press his cock inside her. "Oooooh," Dana moaned when she felt a cock inside her for the first time. It felt much better than a cucumber or the dildo she usually used.
She was as tight as Chakotay had thought, but she was so wet that his hard cock could slip in without a lot of resistance. As he felt his hips meet her crotch, he started to really fuck her. "Oh yes," Dana whispered as Chakotay started to move in and out with great speed. Chakotay whispered, "You are great, Dana," suddenly Dana tensed up and said, "JT, is that you?"
She had recognized his voice, but he could not stop fucking her. "JT, you bastard, stop this," Dana said and tried to push him off her, but he was too strong. He kept on fucking her, and then he kissed her deeply to shut her up. Then he felt that she stopped fighting him and got into the fuck. "Oh, you like it, Dana. You want your brother to fuck you good, right?" he said as he kneaded her tits.
"Oh yes, oh yes, JT, fuck me good," Dana said as her hips started to move up and down in conjunction with Chakotay's pumping hips. She had first been horrified to find out that it was her idiot stepbrother that was fucking her and not Rich, but she was so horny and enjoying the fuck so much that she did not care.
"Take me from behind, JT," Dana said, and then turned over on all fours. Chakotay was not slow to respond as he grabbed her ass and quickly slammed inside her. He then grabbed her waist and helped her backward motions.
Dana bit down on the pillow to keep her from crying out loud as she came with a vengeance, her body convulsing with ecstasy. Chakotay kept on fucking her until she bucked so wildly that he could not hold on. After half a minute, Chakotay felt Dana's hands on his cock, and before he knew it, she sat down on his cock and started to fuck him.
"She's a take-charge kind of girl," Chakotay thought as he felt her shapely ass move up and down. Chakotay reached up and cupped her tits as they bounced all over the place. Dana bent over and kissed Chakotay, and he almost came right then. Dana and Chakotay started to let their tongues play with each other as Chakotay lifted his hips to move deeper inside her tight and wet cunt.
"Don't come inside me. I'm not on the pill," Dana said as she felt his climax coming on. Chakotay had no problem with that as he pulled his cock out of her pussy and shot his sperm all over her body. He shot a huge load onto Dana, hitting her in the face, on the tits, and her cunt.
"Wow, you are great, JT," Dana said after a couple of minutes. "I hope this won't be our last time."
"Well, you need to be cleaned off, and I think I have to help you," Chakotay said and pulled Dana into the bathroom. | 1 |
1,256 | Stone of the Phalanx | "Who are you?" Fromthefield asked, astonished by the immense amount of power he sensed radiating from the stranger.
"I am Q, from the Q continuum. The people who left the Stone here are the Phalanx, a group that split from the continuum billions of years ago. They didn't want to follow our rules, so we destroyed them. This is known as the Great Battle. It took us nearly 5 million years to track them down and kill them. The Phalanx were only interested in playing with life, so they created a number of races around the galaxy for the purpose of playing with them. Apparently, they left the stones here in the hope of bringing the Phalanx back to life. This must never happen. So we will guide you. But remember, the evil of the Phalanx lies dormant within you. If you choose to accept the powers, you will have to learn to control it. We, the Q, are... well, you could describe us as Gods. We can control everything - life, death, matter, antimatter, etc. After you accept the responsibility as a Phalanx, I will personally train and guide you. Do you have any more questions, Frederic?"
"How do you know my name?"
"The Q know everything. As I told you before, we are Gods, remember."
"That training, how will it go?"
"It will be conducted whenever you want it, but the less you train per day, the longer it will take. The training will be modified by your progress, so you will never fall behind or run ahead. If you train 5 hours a day, the training will take about 10 weeks. The last day will be an introduction to the Q-continuum, where we live. It will be an enriching or maybe frightening experience. You will be a class 7 or 8 Q by the end of your training."
"What class are you?"
"I am a class 11 Q, which indicates I have complete control over everything and I generate power of 50,000 black holes per minute. This is enough to know everything and control everything within the limits of a galaxy."
"Wow! That is some power!"
"Not much in comparison to a class 12 Q, who can do the same within this universe."
"How much weaker will I be?"
"A class 8 Q can generate enough power to act within a radius of approximately 100 to 150 light years."
"That will be enough, I think. When can we begin?"
"As I told you, whenever you want, but you might want to get a subject to test your new skills on."
School would start again in a few days, so Frederic thought that he could get as many subjects there as he wanted. Q apparently tried to read his thoughts. Instinctively, Frederic raised a shield, and at that same time, Q frowned. Immediately, Frederic felt a burning sensation in his head. He pumped more energy into his shield. The burning stopped as Q stopped trying.
"What was that?"
"I tried to read your mind. Because of your shield, I tried harder, but in the end, your shield was more powerful than I imagined, so I stopped. Normally, you would not even know I tried to read your mind, because of my strong skills. It seems that you are more powerful than we anticipated, so I will have to talk to my fellow Q. I will return in a few days."
A bright white flash, and Q was gone, leaving a puzzled Frederic.After a few brief seconds, there it was, a runabout.
"Hey, you said the Enterprise-D. No fair!"
"Don't you think creating a ship the size of the Enterprise wouldn't go unnoticed?"
"Yes, but..."
"Then hop in, I'll create the Enterprise behind the moon, so it can watch the earth, and us, without being detected by this backwards race."
After a brief trip of 5 minutes, the runabout Frederic reached the far side of the moon. All of a sudden, there she was. The Enterprise.
"Enterprise, prepare for docking." "Acknowledged," a female voice responded.
"Boy, do I know that voice well," Daphnix said. "Yep, and it's all ours, captain."
In a flash, both boys were in Starfleet uniform. Frederic had admiral's pips on his collar, and Daphnix had captain's pips.
"Welcome on board, Admiral Fromthefield and Captain Smith," the female computer voice responded.
"Transport us directly to the bridge."
They materialized in the center of the bridge, in front of the main viewscreen. Frederic sat down in the command chair, while Daphnix sat next to him, in the chair for the second officer. | 1 |
1,257 | Stone of the Phalanx | "Phalanx? Phalanx? Wake up, Phalanx. No time to sleep now."
"Wha... What? Where am I?"
"There you are. I was afraid something had happened to you."
"What was that Phalanx stuff? How long have I been unconscious?"
"You were unconscious for about 15 minutes. Now that the 3 Stones have been combined, the Phalanx has formed. Once I join with you, you will be the embodiment of the Phalanx."
"15 minutes? I have to find my sister!"
Frederic jumped up and ran into the house, tearing open doors along the way. He never bothered to check whether they were locked, he just ripped them out and smashed them aside. Finally, he found his sister. She was hanging on the wall, tied at the wrists and ankles, spread in an X figure.
"Barbs, what happened to you?"
She didn't answer him. He then read her mind, replaying the events that had happened to her.
After she was dragged into the car, Razul had ripped off her clothes. Razul kissed her while her hands were being bound behind her back by John, the man Frederic had ripped reality for. While Razul enjoyed himself with her nipples, kissing one while twisting the other, John had one finger in her pussy. Barbara cried out in pain as the two men were raping her. Suddenly, Barbara was pushed back, right on her bound hands. Razul's gigantic cock forced its way inside her steaming pussy. This mistreatment had gotten her hot. Apparently, she was lying on top of John, because after about 5 thrusts, she felt him enter her virgin ass. She gasped in pain. While she was doing that, a dildo entered her mouth, all the way in. They sealed it off with duct tape. The 2 men continued violating her, changing places every now and then, until they stopped at the house where Frederic found her.
Barbara was dragged upstairs and bound in the way Frederic found her. Razul had tried to alter her mind, trying to make her his love slave. Fortunately, Frederic's constant modifying of her mind had made her resistant to this power. Razul had gotten mad and slammed maximum force into her mind. Her mind had withdrawn into her subconscious level, making her lose consciousness. Razul was prevented from doing any more damage by Frederic's early appearance.
After seeing that, Frederic had gotten horny as hell. But first things must come first, and he healed her body and repaired any damage to her mind. Slowly, Barbara regained consciousness.
"Frederic, thank god."
"It's OK, Barbara, I'm here, you're fine. Razul took the wrong man to mess with."
"Will you untie me now?"
"No, first I will have some fun with that wet little pussy of yours."
Frederic had noticed her wetness. Barbara liked being tied up like this.
Frederic hurried out of the remnants of his clothes and impaled her with his cock. He grabbed her tits and twisted them. Barbara screamed in pain and pleasure. She liked the movement of his cock against her violated clit. Barbara was on the edge of climaxing, as Frederic took control and held her there, preventing her climax. For the next 5 minutes, Barbara begged for her climax. On the same time as Frederic climaxed, he released her. She came for 5 minutes in a row, at least.
He untied her, and under cloak, flew them home, after taking good care of the house and the car. There was no sign of the driver, and he didn't care. The man was harmless.
He put his sister to bed and made her sleep. He guessed 12 hours would be enough. He needed the time to bind with the Phalanx, and besides, she needed the sleep.
He went upstairs, to his room. After he pulled out the Phalanx, he lay on top of his bed, putting the white stone on top of his chest. "OK Phalanx. Bind with me."
"Acknowledged."
Frederic slowly began to feel awkward. He looked up and what he saw startled him. Big time.
The Stone began to liquefy, its white light growing more and more intense. After maybe 10 to 15 minutes, the now liquid Phalanx poured into his skin, entering his body through the sweat glands.
Frederic lost consciousness after 10 minutes.
Frederic woke up, slowly, like coming out of a coma. He felt incredible. The power flowing through his veins was overwhelming. He realized now, he knew everything about his powers, about the Phalanx, where they came from, how they lived, how they came to their end.
He also, slowly, very slowly, began to understand the universe and the creatures that lived in it. It was like his brain couldn't absorb the knowledge and had to expand in order to use or contain it. As this process accelerated, the knowledge became more and more clear.
Frederic got out of the bed and walked downstairs. He got into the back yard and he began to experiment with his powers. He made a pool appear and disappear. Now he was fooling around with the weather. He found it to be a little too cold lately.
Suddenly, a bright white flash came right behind him.
He turned around and...
Sorry about that. I'll let you in on a little secret. In the next chapter, Q will make his appearance.
If anyone has any suggestions or comments, please e-mail me at [email protected] | 2 |
1,259 | Stone of the Phalanx | "Are you ready?" Q asked Frederic.
"Yes, let's go. The Continuum. Sounds endless."
"It is. It is hard to explain without you having seen it. I will take you there, and once we are inside, you can ask any questions you like."
"OK. I'm ready."
Q raised his hand and... they were inside the Continuum.
It was a strange experience. It was as if it was made of pure energy. Frederic also noticed that he hadn't materialized a body. His life force was all that remained. He could interact with everything around him, but this quickly bored him. He tried searching for Q, or another Q. Suddenly, he found a white glowing sphere. He made his force float towards it. At once, they connected. He felt a surge of power flow through him, along with knowledge. Frederic panicked. He wasn't expecting this. He tried to yell, but without a body, he found that more than difficult. In one white flash, Frederic was standing on a road, with a gas station next to it. Next to Frederic, Q appeared. Frederic literally flew towards him. "What was that? What happened? What was that white sphere?"
"Calm down. You were in the Continuum as it really is. You made contact with a fellow Q, who was curious, but who didn't know you would panic like that, and he sends his apologies for scaring you. That white sphere as you describe it, is his life force as you put it. When you made contact with it, your knowledge and experiences from your entire lives joined, making you receive his knowledge, and he receiving yours."
"First I felt like I really came home or something, but later it felt... confining. I tried to contact you, but I couldn't find you. Then that other Q came and I approached him, I didn't know what would happen."
"You're right, I should have told you. We are still in the Continuum, but I let you see it as this representation. Shall we go in again? This time, I will guide you."
"OK." Frederic's voice trembled a little.
Thanks to the guidance of Q, Frederic slowly grew accustomed to making direct contact with other Q. Because he was only part Q, and part Human, it was very difficult to see, hear and feel with only his powers. He was still used to using his body.
"Now, do you want to go on with our tour, or do you want to remain here for a while?"
"I think I'll go on with the tour," Frederic said.
In one flash, Frederic and Q reappeared in 'normal' space, just outside Training.
And, to Frederic's delight, they had bodies again!
Q pointed his arms forward, and a small blue disc appeared, slowly growing in size. After maybe 2 to 3 seconds, Frederic could see it wasn't a disc, but more of a tunnel, cutting through space and time. It took maybe half a minute, and the vortex was large enough for them to step through.
"Where are we?"
"At the same place, but in a parallel universe, where time is running faster than in your universe. We Q are the only ones who can really see what it is like in different universes. Do you see that ship?"
"Yes, I do. But... that's the Enterprise!"
"The real one, you know, Star Trek? Well, meet Picard and consorts."
They appeared on the main bridge, it was identical to the one Frederic had walked on so many times.
"Q! What are you doing here?" Picard said as they appeared. Then he noticed there was somebody with him.
"I want you to meet my protégé, Frederic. He is part human, and I am showing him around. You don't mind do you, Jean-Luc?"
Frederic had to fight to keep his chuckle down. He had seen something like this on TV, but he had no idea it was that funny when he was on the other side.
Picard had no other choice but to say he didn't mind, but Frederic could read he was annoyed, and something else was also there. Fear, fear for his ship and for what might come next.
Frederic knew Q knew the same thing, but he didn't show. He liked the idea of Picard squirming around, fearing what Q might do to him. Frederic, on the other hand, was much more compassionate. He said "Don't worry Captain, we won't harm you or do anything. Q is just showing me around. You won't harm them, do you Q?" the last was asked like a child which was asking whether Santa existed.
"I have never harmed them in any way!" Q shouted, pretending to be offended.
At that moment, Frederic noticed... Deanna Troi. Was she looking nice today! She was wearing her sexy uniform, with a deep cut in front, showing the top part of her breasts. He mentally reached out to Q. "I would like to have a piece of her!" he sends. "Go ahead, give it a try. You have control over minds, something we Q do not have, or have lost long ago. But I would recommend you wouldn't go at it immediately, since that will draw too much attention. Do it later, when she is alone in her quarters." Came the response from Q. Frederic sends back that it was OK with him.
"Now, can I have a look around Captain?" Frederic asked, trying to be polite. "There is no stopping you, so go ahead."
"Really Jean-Luc, you should try to be more friendly. My protégé has the courtesy of asking you, although he shouldn't ask for anything, and all you do is snap at him," Q said in a patronizing voice, like a parent giving a child a lecture.
"It's alright Q," Frederic said. He paced around the bridge, looking at the various stations, loading information from the different people as he went. "So Q, you have had fun with these people, huh?" he asked aloud. "Fun isn't the right word. Encounters might be a better description. And yes, I have had them. It wasn't fun because these people have no sense of humor!" Picard was getting paler as Q finished his response.
"Let's have a look around the rest of the Enterprise in operation," Frederic said. He stepped into the turbolift, and Q appeared next to him. "Why don't you use your transportation?" Q asked mentally. "I don't like that. I like the old-fashioned way better. Besides, transportation makes me itch."
After they completed the tour of the Enterprise, and Frederic was properly introduced to Q's 'friends', they went on with the tour of this galaxy. They appeared on OPS of space station Deep Space 9. Odo, who happened to be on the bridge, immediately tried to attack Q, but was restrained from doing that by Ben Sisko. "My good friend Captain Sisko," Q began. "Stop it Q. What do you want this time?" "Nothing, I just wanted to introduce my protégé, Frederic." Q gave the entire routine. After the tour of the station, Frederic promised to himself he would come back for Kira and Dax.
The next stop was the future of the universe they were currently in. They stopped on a starship named Voyager. "Kathy!" Q greeted Captain Janeway. Frederic was giving Q the same look as all the others on the bridge, Janeway not included of course, "Kathy?". Again, same routine, Q introduced Frederic, the tour of the ship and so on. Frederic also noticed that Q and Janeway had a 'special' relationship. The other commanders had greeted him like he was total evil, but Janeway greeted him as an old friend, almost like an ally. He would return for Kes and 7of9.
After the tour of the starships, Q showed Frederic around in the different galaxies that he found interesting. Q taught Frederic how to create the vortex, to set a destination and how to make the destination random, making the trip all the more fun. They returned to Frederic's home universe and he told Daphnix all about it.
Frederic returned to the Star Trek universe with Daphnix by his side. They appeared inside Deanna's room. She wasn't there yet. They didn't have to wait long.
As soon as she was inside, Frederic sealed the door with the familiar Q-grid. He reached out for her mind, but her empathic abilities disrupted him a little. He finally got total access and she was now at his mercy. Daphnix had disrobed himself, his now back to 'normal' size 40 centimeters at attention. He grabbed the 2 sides of her uniform covering her breasts. He pulled the straps down, and her lovely tits bounced into view. The contact with air made the nipples hard, making an ideal target for Daphnix to begin. He sucked on one of them, while kneading, rubbing and pinching the other. Deanna moaned in ecstasy as Frederic rubbed his now uncovered dick against her ass. She had suddenly realized that her uniform had disappeared. Frederic continued to stimulate her pleasure center of her brain. Frederic pulled her behind open, exposing her ass. In contrary to her well-stretched cunt, her ass had never been penetrated. Frederic pushed the head of his 30 centimeter long cock against her rectum. "Yes, take my ass," she purred in enhanced ecstasy. Frederic eagerly complied. He pushed the head of his 10 centimeter wide cock against her ass. The hole was very, very tight and Frederic pushed with all his strength and Deanna had a thrashing orgasm as the head popped in her ass. The girl cum shot out of her cunt with a tremendous force, coating the carpet under her feet with a pool of wet, slimy cum.Frederic pushed deeper, and Deana had continuous orgasms as his cock found its way down her bowels. Daphnix had meanwhile worked his way down to her cunt, licking it and drinking her cum as it came pouring out. Frederic had established a rapid pace in her tight anus, and Daphnix had done the same in Deana's cunt. She was thrashing in multiple orgasms at a time. After half an hour, they switched places. Frederic was careful to stop them from cumming too much, so they wouldn't get exhausted. This went on for another 5 minutes. Frederic then decided it was enough and he let them cum for the last time. As they withdrew, Deana fell to the ground, totally spent. She fell into a very deep and relaxing sleep, a sleep that had much comparison with a coma.
Frederic and Daphnix returned to their own universe. They had enough fun for the day, they decided. As Daphnix went to sleep, Frederic transported down to Earth. He decided to let his powers decide the location, and snapped his fingers.
Frederic reappeared. He was a little disoriented. He looked around, forming an image of his surroundings. Suddenly, he found himself surrounded by guerrillas. He had gotten in the middle of a small Middle American country fighting against repression by the 'government'. "Get down, with your hands behind your neck," they shouted in Spanish. Frederic replied in the same language, "I am not of the government army, I do not intend to harm you in any way." Of course, they didn't believe him at first. With a little 'encouragement' on Frederic's part, they decided he was not a threat. He walked with them towards their encampment, where Frederic had great success with his powers. He was the entertainer for tonight. One of the guerrilla's favorite tricks was making flames appear out of thin air. But Frederic had only eyes for the wounded in the camp. He went to the tent where all the sick and wounded people were. The first person he saw was a man, more a boy actually, about 18 years old, who had the bad luck of stepping on a land mine, causing him to have lost his 2 legs, along with a very dangerous wound in his abdomen. He was dying. Frederic sat down beside him and repaired the wound in the boy's abdomen. Then Frederic gave the boy both his legs back. "What's your name, soldier?" Frederic asked in Spanish. "Paolo," the boy replied. "Thank you, signor. My life belongs to you. If you ever need help or anything, let me know. I will give my life for you."
"Thank you, Paolo. But I don't think that will be necessary. But, if there is anything, I will let you know." The boy nodded and got up, testing his new legs. With one last grateful nod, he left the tent and went to tell anyone about what happened to him.
The second person he saw was a woman. She had been caught in crossfire. She had 46 bullet wounds all over her body, none of them lethal, but together, they had cost her a lethal amount of blood. Frederic repaired the wounds and replenished her blood supply. "Marina" was her reply to Frederic's question about her name. She too swore an oath to help Frederic whenever he needed it.
Frederic helped over 50 guerrillas that night, and when he left the camp, the leader said that if he ever needed anything, he could always find his friends here to count on. Frederic nodded and said he would. He then snapped his fingers and transported back to the bridge.
"Damn," Frederic said. He was scratching himself all over. "I thought I got rid of this," he said.
Frederic went to Daphnix' cabin, finding his friend having breakfast. "And," Frederic began, "what do you think about last night?" "Great!" Daphnix exclaimed. "I want to try something. I want to connect myself to you, creating a bond between us, making us share feelings, thoughts and experiences."
"Ok, sounds like fun," Daphnix responded.
They went to the holodeck. Frederic ordered two chairs, 2 meters apart. When they were seated, faces towards each other, Frederic ordered the holodeck to be black. Daphnix saw nothing, not even the chair where he was sitting. Suddenly, he fell into a coma. Frederic didn't understand it. He had entered his friend's mind and began finding the centers he wanted to connect, as his friend lost consciousness. There was nothing he could do. In despair, he cried inward, "Powers, do anything to save him, anything, I give you carte blanche."
A flash engulfed Daphnix and Frederic. As Daphnix reawakened, he said, "I can't feel you. What happened?" "I don't know. I said my powers to save, no matter what the cost. Since then, I was unable to enter your mind, to see what happened."
Daphnix suddenly got up, stretched his arms sideward, and flames appeared behind him, going at least 5 meters into the 'air' of the Holodeck. "I, I, I can't make them stop!" Daphnix yelled hysterically.
Frederic stepped in, took over and stopped the flames. "Daphnix, I want you to lower your mental shield, allowing me entrance."
"How?"
"Just think of it."
Frederic felt his obstruction was being removed. He didn't have to look very long. Daphnix' brain had evolved. Big time. "Daphnix, you have 100% use over your brain."
"Meaning what?"
"You have almost the same powers I do, except matter/anti-matter control, inter-dimensional travel, transport and control over living tissue and heightened awareness. That's about it, I think. Do you want to keep the powers, meaning you have to learn how to refrain from using them to do harm to other living beings."
"Or, I could give them up, meaning I will have to stay the same plain guy? No thank you, I'll keep them."
"Good, then I will teach you."
"Fine by me." | 3 |
1,303 | Beverly Hills 90210-Kelly's Fall | "Finally," says Val as Brenda walks into the house at around 2:30 in the morning.
"Hi, mistress," replies Brenda.
"How was your night?"
"A lot of fun, actually," replies Brenda.
Brenda's nylons are ripped at the knees, a sign she was on them a lot. "How many women did you pleasure?"
"I lost count. Probably over a hundred."
"Tell me about the first one," inquires Valerie.
"Well, I walked in, had a couple drinks, and headed to the bathroom. To my surprise, no one was in the can. So I played with my hair and waited for a girl to come in. Seconds later, a tall redhead walked in. She was dressed to tease - a red skirt, long tanned legs, and a white see-through blouse. She was hot. She came to the mirror as well, and I said, 'Hi, you need some release.' I thought she would be surprised by such an upfront approach, but instead, she simply pulled up onto the counter, lifted up her skirt, and said, 'You better be good.' I simply dove into her snatch and began licking. She tasted good. Oh, did I mention she had chosen to not wear any underwear? I could tell she was close to an orgasm as she pulled my head hard into her cunt. I slid a finger into her gaping hole, and she orgasmed almost instantly. I moved my head up and turned to see three girls watching me devour the redhead's pussy. I smiled nervously at them as the rather plump, brunette said, 'I'm next.' She slipped off her jeans and panties and struggled to get on the table and spread her legs with a little difficulty. I placed my tongue at her cunt and began licking. She didn't taste so good. I felt a hand slide my skirt up, and soon a finger was fucking my ass. It surprised me a bit, but it felt great. The rest of the night was one big blur. I would eat a pussy, look up briefly to check out the next dyke, and then I would suck her pussy till she came. It was awesome. The redhead even came back for seconds. During this time, I even had about 20 women eat from my box. It was a blast. Although, it wasn't really a challenge. Asking a dyke if she wants to get eaten is like asking a man if he wants to be fucked. A real challenge would be to go to a normal bar and see how many twats I could eat from."
Val laughs, "Yeah, I guess that is a game we can play sometime. But right now, why don't we add one to the cunts you have sucked so far tonight? Get over here and fuck my cunt with your tongue." Brenda slips off her dress and drops down on her knees and begins pleasing her mistress. Brenda continues lapping at Val's box as she slides a finger into her mistress's ass. A door slams, and Brandon appears. Brandon says, "Is my sister doing a good job, Val?"
"Hmm," replies Val.
Brandon drops his pants and slips behind his sister. "Hey, sis, do you want my cock?"
Brenda quits licking Val's cunt to say, "Hmm, brother, please pound me. I need your cock."
Brandon doesn't wait for Brenda to finish as he plows his cock into his sister's gaping hole. A door slams as Val screams, "That's it, slut, eat my box." Seconds later, a scream is heard. Val looks up to see Cindy Walsh, Brandon and Brenda's mother, watching the threesome. Val realizes she has to think fast. She sends a command to Cindy that she is turned on by the scene that is in front of her eyes, that she wants to have sex with both of her children, and that she wants to obey everything that Val says. Brandon quits fucking his sister and gets up and turns to his mother, erection standing tall, and says, "Sorry, mom, I can explain, well, actually, I..."
Brenda tries to cover herself and is speechless. Val sends a command for Cindy that she is craving cock, that she wants to suck her son's cock now. Val watches as Cindy walks over to her son, drops to her knees, and takes her son's cock into her mouth. Brandon says, "Mom, what are you doing?" Cindy doesn't answer as she engulfs Brandon's cock deep into her mouth. "Mom, that feels so good." Brenda watches the scene in shock.
Val says, "Brenda, get back to eating me." Brenda hesitates briefly, in awe of the scene before her eyes, but follows her mistress's demand and returns to eating Val's box. Val sends more commands to Cindy. 'You want to be fucked by Brandon, and remember, you will do anything that Val tells you to.'
Val says to Cindy, "How does your son's cock taste?"
Cindy looks up at Val speechless.
"Have you ever thought about your son fucking your tight twat?"
"No, I..."
"Answer my questions honestly. Your daughter sure can eat a mean pussy. Now, have you ever thought of having Brandon's thick, long prick in your neglected cunt?"
"Well, not till now. But, right now, my pussy is on fire, thinking of having Brandon's cock in me."
"Brandon, why don't you help your mother get out of her clothes?" Brandon helps her mother unbutton her blouse and then unclips her old-fashioned bra. "Cindy, your tits are in pretty good shape. Did you breastfeed Brandon?"
"Yes," replies Cindy.
"Brandon, why don't you suck mommy's nipples?" Brandon eagerly takes his mother's nipples in his mouth. He bites on them tenderly as Cindy moans from the delicate teasing of her son. "Brenda, go over and help Brandon get your mother's clothes off." Brenda slowly goes over as she watches her brother suck on her mother's tits. Brenda pulls down her mom's slacks and struggles to get them off her. Then she slides down her mother's pantyhose and then her panties. "Why don't you three relocate upstairs to the master bedroom?" The three obey instantly and head upstairs. Val follows, on the way there, she grabs a video camera, thinking, 'This would make a good video.'
On the bed, the three had started without Val. Cindy was on her back, her daughter was in between her legs, and Brandon had again placed his cock in his mother's mouth. 'Cindy was a pretty good cocksucker,' thought Val. Val presses record on the machine. Val sends a command to Cindy to talk dirty and incestuous to her children.
Moments later, she quits sucking Brandon and says, "Son, go fuck your sister. Daughter, you are pleasing mommy, yes, suck mommy's clit, let me cum all over my daughter's slutty face." Brandon gets behind Brenda and slides his cock into her cunt. Brenda moans with pleasure from the penetration. "That's it, son, fuck your sister. Fuck your sister hard as she eats her mommy's pussy. That's it, Bren, I'm cumming, you're making mommy cum. Okay, son, get over here and fuck your mom, stick your hard cock in your mommy's pussy." Brandon slides out of Brenda's cunt, and Brenda moves out of the way, and Brandon places his cock at Cindy's entrance. Brandon rubs his cock around his mother's cunt, and Cindy screams, "Please, son, don't tease me, just fuck me, fuck your mother, don't you want to?"
Brandon smiles and says, "Do you really want me to fuck you?"
"Yes, please, I can't wait any longer, I need your cock in me, fuck your mother. Cum inside me." Brandon plunges into his mother. Cindy says, "Brenda, get over here and straddle your mother's face. Let me eat my daughter's cunt. Let your mother bring you to a climax." Brenda straddles her mother's face, and Cindy extends her tongue to her daughter's cunt. Val can't believe how slutty Cindy has become. She needed this. She probably hadn't been fucked forever. Jim was kind of a loser. Val begins fingering herself as she watches the incestuous scene continue at a feverish pace.
Brandon, who was now really getting into the action, says, "Mom, have you ever been fucked in the ass?"
"No, son, but I bet you can change that. Brenda, lick my asshole, get it ready for your brother to fuck my ass." Brenda obeys and begins licking her mother's ass and takes a finger and rubs her mother's juices at Cindy's anal entrance. Brandon pushes Brenda out of the way and replaces Brenda's tongue with his cock. Not showing any restraint, he pushes his cock into his mother's ass. "Oh, Brandon, it hurts."
"Shut up, mother, you slut. I am going to fuck your ass long and hard. Now beg, beg for your son to fuck your tight shithole."
Cindy looked shocked by her son's harsh words but did not disobey as she begged, "Oh, Brandon, fuck your mother's ass, take my anal virginity, shove your huge slong all the way up your mother's bowels. Cum in your mommy's ass. Oh, my God!" Brandon pushes his cock deeper into his mother's tight ass, and Brenda again places her cunt at her mother's mouth. Cindy dives in and continues to pleasure her daughter. "Hmm, Brenda, you have a delicious pussy. Oh, Brandon, that feels so good, don't stop fucking your mother's ass." Brandon starts to fuck Cindy violently as he pounds her hard, so hard that her face is pushed deep into her daughter's pussy.
"I'm cumming, mom, I'm cumming in your cheap, slutty, whore ass," screams Brandon. Moments later, Brandon shoots a load of cum in his mother's ass, and after sliding out of his mother's just-raped ass, Brenda quickly crawls over and begins licking her brother's cum out of her mother's ass. 'Wow, what a sight' thinks Val. Val continues taping until Brenda is finished sucking out as much sperm as she can from her mother's ass and then does a close-up of Cindy. Her face is dripping with her daughter's juices. Val sends a command to Cindy, 'Tell the camera who you are and how big a slut you are.'Cindy smiles into the camera and says, "Hi, my name is Cindy Walsh. I am a slut. I love to suck my son's cock." She grabs Brandon's cock and takes it into her mouth. She swallows it whole and sucks him furiously for about 30 seconds. "I also love to eat my daughter's pussy." She throws Brenda on the bed and dives into her daughter's pussy. After about 30 seconds, she quits and says, "Fuck, my daughter has one delicious pussy. Like mother, like daughter, I guess. I also love to feel my son's dick fucking the hole it once came out of." She pushes Brendon onto the bed, straddles him, and starts riding his thick shaft. While she continues riding her son, she says, "Nothing feels better than fucking my son. Having your son's huge cock deep in your pussy is the greatest feeling any mother can have." She quits fucking her son and says, "It is also great to have your pussy eaten by your daughter. Brenda, get over here and suck my clit." Brenda crawls between her mother's legs and begins pleasuring her mother. "Oh yeah, my daughter is an excellent cuntlicker. She can bring me to orgasm in no time at all. Another pleasure every mother must try is getting their ass fucked by their son. I only wish I had another son so I could be double penetrated by two cocks." Cindy gets on her knees, and Brandon slides behind her and quickly shoves his cock back into his mother's ass. "Oh yeah, son, fuck your mother's ass. You see, these are all great pleasures that every mother should have. Oh yeah, Brandon, keep fucking your mother's ass. A slut, a whore, a tramp, a son-fucking, daughter-licking bitch is what I am. I love my daughter and my son. I love to let them use my body for their pleasure, and I love to watch them together. Brandon, go fuck your sister." Brandon quits fucking his mom and places his cock in his sister's ass. "That's it, son, fuck your sister's ass, cum in her shithole, do as your mommy says. So in conclusion, what else can I say? There was a day in the past where life sucked. My only orgasm came from my hand, and sex was a once-a-year event. But now, I have two lovers who love me: my son and my daughter. Now life is perfect. I have what all mothers should have: a son with a thick cock that can pleasure any of my three holes and a daughter who has a delicious pussy and a masterful tongue. My name is Cindy Walsh, and I love to fuck."
Val presses stop on the camcorder and says, "Cindy, get over here and eat me out." Cindy crawls over and dives into Val's box. On the bed, Brandon is still deep inside her sister's shithole. Val orgasms three times and pulls Cindy up to her lips and kisses her. After a passionate kiss, Val asks, "Out of curiosity, why are you here anyway?"
"Jim and I separated, and I came here to tell the kids the news. I caught Jim fucking his secretary last week."
"Well, you can stay here as long as you want, you slut."
Cindy replies, "Thank you," and starts kissing Val's tits.
"Holy shit, you are a fucking tramp, you can't get enough, can you?"
"It's been a while since I have had a decent orgasm, and thanks to you, I have had several tonight. I am here to serve you and my children. I want to be used as a slut, whore, tramp, slave. Let me please you more."
"You will have many chances to please me, but now I'm tired. Why don't you go join your children? They still have some energy."
"Thank you, mistress," replies Cindy as she goes to the bed and moves right beside her daughter and says, "My ass needs fucking too, son." Brandon takes his cock out of his sister's ass and quickly penetrates his mother's.
Val watches and notices that Brenda's ass is still up in the air. Val grabs a huge black dildo and walks over to Brenda and, in one motion, shoves it deep in her ass. "Here, Brenda, fuck yourself." Brenda grabs the dildo and begins fucking her ass with the huge toy. Beside her, Brandon continues to pound his mother's ass hard. Val heads out the door and says, "When you're done, Brandon, come to bed. You still haven't fucked your girlfriend."
"Sure thing, Val," replies Brandon, "but I may be a while. My mother is quite the slut; she can't get enough of her son's cock." Brandon slides his cock out of his mother's ass.
"Son, get back to work right now. Fuck your mother, fuck your mother's ass."
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1,325 | Love Boat: Cum Aboard | "Hey, no minors behind the bar," Isaac said. His dark face was stern, but Vicki could hear the teasing in his voice.
"It's okay," she said, smiling up at him. "Dad... I mean, Captain Stubing, said I could clean up back here. Actually, he ordered me to." She giggled as she backed away from the bar's overhang and stood up. "I wanted some spending money for when we reach the island, and he said I had to earn it."
Isaac smiled broadly. "Well, then, get to it, girl," he said, and walked back to the far end.
With a grimace, Vicki squatted down again and crawled under the bar, pushing her dust rag into the nooks and crevices.
She was concentrating on getting all the way into the tight corners of the narrow shelves, so she wasn't aware at first of the three girls who had climbed up on the high stools at that end of the gleaming wooden bar. It was only when one of them spoke Vicki's name that she lifted her head in surprise -- only to bang it on the bottom of the bar's top. She sank down, rubbing her head.
The girls must not have heard the thump over the clanging and banging of the calypso band nearby. They kept chatting, talking loud enough to be heard over the music even down where Vicki was.
"I know, she's just so dumb, isn't she? Like, really, who does she think she is? Walking around in that stupid uniform half the time? Like, I'm sure, she's, like, driving the boat, right?"
The shrill, whiny voice set Vicki's teeth on edge. As she struggled to decide between getting up to confront the girls or staying quiet to hear it all, another one chimed in.
"Like, for sure. And did you see what she was wearing yesterday? Like, gag me with a spoon! A one-piece! Like, nobody wears one-pieces except old ladies and fatties. Gross!"
Under the bar, Vicki looked down at herself. She had on a loose-fitting pullover and a pair of shorts, both in a riotous pastel pattern. She poked at her stomach. Maybe it wasn't as flat as some, but she was a long way from the plump kid she was when she first got on the boat three years ago -- or was it four now? Her musings were interrupted by more chatter from above.
"Like, you are so right! Can you believe she actually tried to talk to us? To us?" All three girls burst into laughter. "Like, we're going to waste our time talking to some fat baby who probably hasn't even done it, like, once? Like, come on! She probably couldn't even get a guy to kiss her!"
"Like, yeah!" said another girl. "Like, she'd go, 'Oh, I love you, let's do it,' right? And he'd go, like, 'Grody to the max, babe!'"
With another burst of laughter, the girls finally got Isaac's attention, and he strode down to their end of the bar and poured a round of Diet Cokes.
As they left, he heard a snuffling sound from underneath the bar. He bent down and saw Vicki, sitting on the floor with her knees tucked up to her chin.
"Hey, what's wrong, girl?" He reached out a hand and helped her to her feet.
"Nothing," she said, gulping back a sob. Turning her back, she slipped through the doorway to the corridor. Isaac looked after her, puzzled. "What about the cleaning?" he called out.
"I'll finish it later," she shouted back to him as she scurried away.
It was much later, just after the bar closed for the night, that Vicki slipped back in. She was embarrassed about what had happened earlier, so she said nothing to Isaac, who had his back to her as he polished glasses and set them on the bar top. When a couple of wine glasses tinked together as she moved them aside to dust, however, he turned around.
"Vicki! I didn't hear you come in. How are you feeling?"
She mumbled a reply and kept on with her dusting, but Isaac had been a bartender too long to give up so easily. With gentle questions and subtle proddings, he worked her around into one of the bar stools and soon she was pouring out her heartache.
As Isaac knew, Vicki had first come aboard as a pudgy 12-year-old, happy and giggly but more of an ornament than a real part of the crew.
In time, she had become a cherished member of the boat's family, not just because she was the captain's daughter, but more because she had been a friend to so many others. And she had grown into young womanhood, losing her baby fat and blossoming into a comely maiden.
But, her sobs made clear, inside that shapely body remained the heart of a fat girl, forcing cheerfulness but always desperately afraid that people would stop liking her.
Probably spending so much time among the perfect bodies on display on a cruise ship hadn't helped, Isaac suggested. "You're a beautiful young girl," he told her, "really you are. Okay, you're not as thin as some of these kids hanging around the pool, but so what? You look great just the way you are!"
Vicki blinked back a few tears as she looked across the bar at him. "Sure, you say so. But you're my friend. You have to say that. Just look at the way all the boys hang around all those girls at the pool. They don't hang around me that way."
"Maybe they're just too dumb to appreciate you," Isaac said, taking hold of her hands to grab her attention. "They're kids! At this age, all boys know is what they see on TV and in the movies. Give them a couple of years until they outgrow it. Then you'll see. It takes a mature man to appreciate what you have to offer."
Vicki laughed bitterly. "By the time they appreciate me, I'll be too old to care! Isaac, I haven't even had more than a few kisses, and most of those were just pecks. Every other girl my age who comes on this boat has had romances and, well (she ducked her head down) -- well, they've been around." She looked up suddenly, blushing deeply when she found herself staring directly into his eyes. "I mean -- I mean -- oh, Isaac, don't you understand? I'm a virgin and they all know it. I can feel their eyes when I walk by. They can see it, I just know it! And they laugh at me." Pulling her hands free, Vicki dropped her head to the bar top and sobbed uncontrollably.
Isaac came out from behind the bar and, taking hold of Vicki's shoulders, led her over to one of the bar's couches. He sat down beside her and rested her head on his broad shoulder, patting her back as her sobs slowly diminished.
Finally, she got back her control and pulled back. The vinyl upholstery crackled slightly as she squirmed her way into the corner of the couch.
Isaac reached out a hand and tenderly raised her chin, bringing their eyes together.
"It's really important to you, isn't it?"
Vicki blinked in uncertainty, but then her lips slowly parted. "You mean -- yes, yes it is." She ducked her head and seemed to be on the verge of tears again.
"Well, if it's that important, then as your friend there's only one thing I can do," he said. Vicki raised her head and her mouth fell open in shock.
Isaac was unbuttoning his shirt, exposing his smooth, brown chest. He tossed the shirt aside and reached out to the young girl, who was paralyzed. Smoothly he undid the few buttons below her collar and pulled the shirt up. In a daze, Vicki lifted her arms and let him lift it free.
Bending toward her, Isaac pressed his lips to hers. His curly mustache tickled her face, but soon she was paying more attention to the hot tongue pushing its way between her lips. He pushed her back on the couch and she trembled as she felt his chest make contact with hers.
At last he broke the kiss. "Oh, Isaac," Vicki whispered.
He silenced her with a finger to her lips. "Hush, girl. If we're doing anything you don't want, you just tell me. But if not, you just lay back and enjoy. I'll show you how much a real man appreciates a woman like you."
Vicki closed her mouth and lay back. Deftly, Isaac unhooked her bra and drew it away, exposing her small, firm breasts, capped by nipples quickly growing firmer. He drew first one, then the other into his mouth, nibbling and licking at them. Vicki began to writhe in delight.
Then Isaac moved lower, slipping her shorts and panties off and tossing them aside. Gently spreading her legs, he began to lick his way up her thighs. When at last his tongue reached her cunt, her tunnel was already hot and wet with her secretions. She let out a long, deep sigh as he spread her open with his hands and slid his tongue into her.
His attentions quickly had her gasping and bucking, but she knew she wanted more. Grabbing his shoulders, Vicki pulled Isaac up to her and kissed him deeply.
"I want you," she said, and her voice was deep and firm. "I want you, oh, God, I want you now!"
Without another word, Isaac got to his knees and pulled down his shorts. A long, thick black cock sprung free. Vicki stared at it, fascinated, as Isaac yanked his shorts down the rest of the way and kicked them off.
"Will you... be gentle?""Always, girl, always," he said, and moved it in. Her lips parted easily, but still she gasped again as the thick rod spread her apart. A quick thrust broke her maidenhead easily, and soon she was eagerly meeting his every thrust with one of her own.
Isaac propped himself on his strong arms as he plunged into her tunnel again and again. Vicki's young body twisted underneath him as she bucked her hips up, trying to take him in deeper and deeper on every thrust.
"You're no virgin, now, girl," Isaac grunted as he pounded away.
Vicki smiled, almost a grimace as his cock sent shockwaves through her. "I'm glad it was you," she said, looking him straight in the eye. "I've always watched you at the bar. You knew that, didn't you? Your hot, black body, so strong and smooth. I think I wanted you from the first.
"And now I've got you!" She grabbed him and pulled his face to hers, plunging her tongue into his mouth in a lingering kiss. Her legs rose and it seemed that his cock buried even deeper into her.
"And I want all of you," she said as they broke their kiss. "I want all of your cock in me! I want you to fuck me harder! Please! Please, fuck me!"
The harsh words coming from Vicki's sweet mouth drove Isaac's passion higher and he began to slam into her. The couch was becoming slick with their sweat and juices and Vicki's body began to slide around under the pounding. At last Isaac pulled her up to him and sat back, his cock still plunged deep into her.
His hands massaged her small breasts as she rose and fell above him, wiggling a bit on each downstroke when she saw that it pleased him.
And then Isaac took hold of her around the waist and began to lift and lower her, faster and faster, until he bellowed out, "I'm coming, girl!"
"Yes, Isaac," Vicki shouted back to him, her lips only inches from his contorted face. "Cum in me! Fill me up! I want all of you! Oh, fuck, I want it all!"
Isaac's hot cum exploded out of him, jetting into her eager cunt and spilling out the sides.
As his cock began to shrink, Vicki continued to ride him. "Not yet," she urged him, "not yet! Please, I want more!"
Isaac lifted her off him as she protested. "I've got no more," he insisted, but Vicki eagerly grabbed for his cock, rubbing the slick rod desperately.
Even as Isaac tried to push her away, his cock began to stiffen again -- not much, but enough to make Vicki smile up at him smugly. "See? I think you've still got some left in you!"
Isaac sprawled back onto the couch, laughing. "OK, girl, maybe you're right," he said. "But you've got to help. Here, let me show you."
He pulled her hands away from his cock, motioning her to bend over it instead.
"Now purse your lips," he said, but Vicki opened her mouth wide instead.
"You want me to put that in my mouth?" she said, her eyes opening wide.
"I did it for you," he reminded her.
Vicki nodded and bent down. Under Isaac's instructions, she pursed her lips. Holding his cock in both hands, she slowly sucked the tip into her mouth. As he led her through it, she licked and sucked and stroked. His cock began to thicken under her ministrations, until she couldn't take it all into her mouth. Still she kept up a rhythm, her face bobbing up and down over Isaac's lap as her short brown hair formed a curtain around her busy mouth.
Then Isaac pulled her off and had her kneel facing the end of the couch. He crawled up behind her and inserted his now-stiff cock into her throbbing cunt again. Bending down, he began to massage her ripe breasts as his dick slid deep into her. Vicki's ass moved with him, forcing him into her to the hilt. The bristly patch of hair above his cock scraped against her butt cheeks as he drove his rod into her.
This time they came in unison. Isaac groaned deeply as another stream of cum burst out. Vicki was quieter but her body arched and writhed for several minutes until she collapsed to the couch, Isaac dropping on top of her and then rolling to one side.
The next morning, Vicki slipped away from the chores her father had assigned and dropped in on Isaac at the bar. She caught his eye as she walked past the stools and sat down on a couch -- their couch. A strong odor rose; she quickly recognized it as the industrial-strength cleanser Isaac kept behind the bar. She smiled.
It was a busy morning, so it was several minutes before Isaac could break away from the customers at the bar and come over to her. He had a worried look on his face.
He bent down to talk to her, but Vicki spoke first, keeping to a whisper. Isaac had to keep his ear close to hear her over the band, and she playfully licked him. He jumped back, rubbing his ear and then quickly pulling his hand away and looking around quickly. No one else seemed to notice. He moved back, but kept a safe distance from Vicki's mouth.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, frowning as she saw his long face. "I just couldn't help myself. Look, I ..."
Isaac broke in, speaking quickly as he noticed one of the customers at the bar turn around and wave an empty glass at him. "I can't talk long. But I'm glad you came in. There's something I need to tell you. I ..."
This time Vicki interrupted. "I know what it is. You want to tell me that it was a one-time thing and you don't want to have an affair with me. Hey, that's OK, Isaac. I understand." Even as she spoke, Isaac could see her blinking back a tear. Over his shoulder, he heard a shout from the bar.
"OK, OK, I'm coming," he called, but turned back to Vicki. She was smiling mysteriously, and suddenly Isaac realized what he'd said. He smiled briefly, then set his face in a serious pose. "This is serious. We'll talk about that -- that other thing later. But I wanted to tell you to get down to the Doc. Now that you're, uh, experienced, he should be giving you something. You know."
Vicki's eyes glistened. "The Pill?" Her voice cracked. "Isaac, does that mean ... ?"
"Not now," he said. "We'll talk later. Sorry. Gotta go."
Vicki had to run off, too; she knew Captain Stubing would be coming around soon to see how she was doing. Her chores kept her occupied most of the day, but late in the afternoon she finished and made her way down to the doctor's office.
Doctor Adam Bricker was the ladies' man of the boat. He always seemed to be romancing several passengers at once, and he certainly had the stereotypical "girl in every port." Vicki smiled to herself as she realized that she now fully understood the joke some of the crew used about him -- that Doc was so smooth he actually had a port in every girl.
As usual, Doc was dressed in a crisp white uniform. He leaning back in a chair behind his desk as she walked in.
It was very unusual for Vicki to visit the doctor's office, and Doc quickly became serious and grilled her: Headache? Throat? Stomach? No, no, no, she answered, but she couldn't get another word in. He continued to toss questions at her as he came around the desk and put a hand to her forehead, then picked up his stethoscope from the desk and inserted the plugs in his ears.
Seizing the moment, Vicki grabbed the business end of the stethoscope and held it up to her mouth. "I'm fine," she said -- not really a shout, but loud enough with the stethoscope's amplification to set Doc's ears ringing. At least it got his attention.
As he sat back on the edge of the desk and shook his head from side to side, Vicki quickly went on. "I'm fine, Doc, really I am. I just need some help. With a woman thing." She smiled shyly. "Could we talk about this in the examining room?"
Doc's forehead furrowed, but he followed her into the next room and closed the door behind them. By the time he turned around, Vicki had shucked off her clothes and was on the examining table, her feet in the stirrups.
"I think I could use a little checkup," she said. At first she wasn't sure if her words had penetrated. Doc was standing stock still, staring at her open vagina.
Vicki had another doctor on shore, and while she'd gone to Doc for minor cuts and such, she'd never had a physical from him. Her cheeks dimpled in a smile as she noticed that he was even blushing slightly.
It took several seconds, but finally he moved forward and began the examination. A short, sharp exclamation made it clear when he discovered her newly non-virginal state.
Vicki had been afraid he'd make a scene then, or even threaten to tell her dad. But Doc must have realized something like this was up when she got on the table, and he continued his examination carefully. When it was all over, he told her she could put her clothes back on, and he went over to one corner of the room and sat on a stool near a long shelf that served as a desk.
Vicki slipped on her blouse, but she'd been careful to choose one that buttoned all the way up the front and she didn't button a single button. It hung open, exposing the sides of her pert breasts, as she slipped her short skirt up. She sat up on the table facing the doctor. As they talked, she slowly spread her legs. She hadn't put her panties back on, instead twirling them casually on one finger.
Carefully looking down at his clipboard, Doc told her she was fine, no sign of any disease. Did she think she might be pregnant?
Vicki giggled and said she didn't think so.
"It can happen from just one -- um, just once," Doc stammered. He kept his face down, but Vicki could see his ears grow bright red. "That is ..."
"Well, actually, it was twice," Vicki said.Doc looked up at her, his eyebrows rising, and then quickly looked down again. Vicki went on. "But that's sort of why I'm here, Doc. I thought maybe it was time I went on the Pill. What do you think?"
"Well --" Doc cleared his throat. "If you plan to be sexually active, then, yes, I suppose -- don't you think you should be talking to your father about this, first? I mean --" he lifted his head to look at her again and found himself staring right down her skirt. His head darted from side to side, carefully avoiding her. "I mean, you don't have to, you know, I'll prescribe it for you anyway, but I think that something like this..."
"I think I'm ready," Vicki said as she slid off the table and began to walk toward the doctor. "And I do plan to be sexually active."
At the last word, she reached out and cupped a hand on Doc's crotch. His cock was thick and hard; she could feel it pressing against the light material of his slacks.
He pulled back and slid off the stool away from her. His hands felt behind him for the wall as he stepped back and began to circle the room while Vicki stalked him.
"Now, Vicki, I'm a doctor," he said, waving a finger at her.
"Mmmm, I know," she cooed. "So why don't you play doctor with me, doctor?" Vicki let her blouse fall to the floor. Try as he might, Doc couldn't stop staring at her breasts -- small, but firm, perfectly shaped, the nipples sticking straight out. They swayed slightly as she advanced on him.
Still Doc kept backing away. "I'm too old for you," he tried, halfheartedly.
Vicki undid the last two buttons on the side of her skirt and it fell away, exposing the small tuft of hair and the pink, tender tissue of her slit.
"I think I've always wanted you," she said, "from the very first. The handsome doctor, so suave. Every woman wants you, you know it. And I'm a woman now. Don't you think?"
Doc gulped as he backed himself into a corner. He tried to speak but his mouth was too dry. While he only watched, Vicki knelt before him.
"I think someone wants to come out and play," she said, unzipping his trousers and undoing the belt. She slid down the slacks and his bikini briefs, freeing his long cock.
"Vicki," he said at last, swallowing hard. "I don't think we should be doing this."
"I do," she said, as she lowered her mouth over his cock.
Using what Isaac had taught her, Vicki began to suck Doc's rod, cradling his balls, licking the shaft. Doc's breathing grew louder and more labored as the young girl expertly deep throated him. He was a little smaller than Isaac, enough for her to take him almost all the way. Doc groaned as the tip of his cock pressed against the back of Vicki's throat while her lips pressed into his shaft.
Without even realizing it, he had brought his hands to the sides of her head and he began to urge her on, pressing her onto him as he bucked back at her. He seemed shocked by his own actions as he looked down, but the pleasures of her blow job broke down his last defenses.
"That's it," he said at last. "That's it, suck it, Vicki. Take it all in. God, where did you learn that? Oh, my God, that's great!"
It wasn't long before he felt cum begin to boil up. "Not yet," he moaned, and he pushed her away. Vicki rose and pressed her sweaty body to his as he tore off his shirt. They locked in a long, deep kiss, Doc's hands hungrily roaming her lithe body.
Still embracing, they made their way back to the examining table. Doc helped her onto it and fiddled with the controls, bringing it down until the top was at the level of his crotch.
Then he pulled Vicki toward him, grabbing her thighs and spreading her wide. The tip of his cock teased her cunt lips, sliding up and down while she bucked eagerly up at him. Finally he eased it into her, but stopped just as the widest part of the helmet slipped past her slick labia. Vicki was writhing and groaning on the table, begging him to go in deeper. He did, but only for a second, then slid his cock out again and once more teased at the entrance to her tunnel.
For almost an hour he tantalized and exhilarated her, alternating between slow, lingering strokes and hard, savage pounding, pulling almost out or holding himself deep within her. Again and again his technique drove her into thrashing, wild orgasms. Doc himself came in her, but instead of pulling out he held his shrinking cock inside her hot, throbbing cunt and soon she could feel it grow again.
"I bet your first fuck wasn't like this, was it?" he growled, lost in passion.
"No," she said, "no, oh, God, no! Harder! Harder! Keep it going, please!"
"I'll keep it going," Doc whispered, leaning over her as his hands mauled her young tits. "I'm going to give you the best fuck you'll ever have. I'm going to fill that tender cunt of yours with more cum than it can hold. I'll teach you to let someone else get your cherry!"
It was hard to tell if he was serious or just talking dirty, but Vicki didn't care. Her legs were wrapped around Doc's waist, but she wasn't sure what was keeping them there; she couldn't feel anything but the incredible sensations of her cunt and a blazing heat that seemed to pulse through her soul.
When she was beginning to feel she could take no more, she suddenly sensed Doc's cock growing even larger within her, straining the tight walls of her cunt. All at once a blast of hot cum surged into her, launching her own orgasm. It seemed that every muscle tightened and then sprung loose, over and over, over and over.
When it was done, Doc became all business again. He slipped back into his clothes -- now rumpled and wrinkled -- and wrote out a prescription for the Pill, giving her a first month's supply from the oval cases he kept on board. "Now, these won't really protect you from -- you know -- until you've been taking them a couple of months," he said quickly. "You'll have to be careful." Doc couldn't look her in the eye while he said it.
The examining room was steamy and musky from their lovemaking. Vicki breathed deeply before she left, trotting off to shower and change before dinner.
They say that on a ship there are no secrets, and Vicki wondered if that was really true. It seemed that all the men of the crew -- except her father, of course -- were looking at her differently as she went about her business the next several days.
Isaac and Doc were gentlemen, she reassured herself; surely they wouldn't tell -- but then she'd turn around suddenly and see a mechanic eying her, licking his lips.
To tell the truth, she enjoyed the attention. It wasn't long before she began to feel a hunger inside.
But Doc had said she might get pregnant if she did it so soon, and they hadn't talked about things like condoms in her school, so she determined to avoid sex until she was safe. That made things tough -- for example, she found it hard to explain things to Isaac, so she just tried to avoid him, and he grew cold toward her. Still, she told herself, she could patch things up when she was ready.
Then, one night, on her way to her cabin, she met Gopher, the steward, coming the other way. It was a tight squeeze in the narrow corridors, so that two people had to turn sideways to pass each other. It wasn't all that tight a squeeze, but as Gopher backed past her she turned toward the wall and pressed her ass against him. To her delight, she felt a hard cock pressing back against her. Vicki wiggled her teen-aged butt.
Gopher certainly wasn't her idea of a matinee idol, short and boyish, but she thought it was safe to get a little fun as they passed. Gopher had heard the rumors, though, and it was apparent he had other ideas.
Quickly he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to him. His hands rubbed against her tits, loosely confined by her blouse -- she'd stopped wearing her bra -- as his cock dug into the furrow of her ass. His tongue sizzled along her neck.
Locked together, he forced her to her cabin and slipped inside. Pressing her down onto the bed, he ripped off her skirt as his other hand fumbled at his trousers.
When they were off he tore off Vicki's blouse and lay down atop her. His stiff cock rode up and down her butt crack.
"No!" Vicki begged. "Please, I don't want to have a baby! Please, Gopher, no!" She twisted beneath him but Gopher pinned her to the bed. When the head of his cock brushed against her pussy lips she was jolted into even more violent movements and the steward was almost tossed aside.
"OK, you win," he said at last, and Vicki relaxed. But he didn't get off her. Instead he inserted a finger, and then two, into her wet cunt. He wedged his hand beneath her and finger-fucked her to her usual thrashing orgasm.
"Now it's my turn," Gopher said. Before Vicki could figure out what he was talking about, Gopher pulled out his fingers, wet with her juices, and lubricated his cock. Then he slowly slipped a slick finger into her anus.
Vicki's eyes grew wide but her protests were muffled by the pillow her face was buried in. She tried to rise up on her hands but Gopher pressed her down and brought the tip of his cock to her asshole. "You're gonna love this," he said roughly as he pushed in, slowly. Vicki could only murmur in shock as her hole spread apart under the pressure until he was in, and then going deeper.
Soon she was used to the sensation and began to move in synch with Gopher's frantic plunging. It wasn't long before she heard his breathing grow short, and then, "I'm gonna cummmmmmmm!" he shouted as he shot his wad into her.After Gopher got her, Vicki was extra careful to avoid the men on board, spending most of her time hanging around with Julie, the cruise director. Every few weeks, however, she would check in with a doctor -- an on-shore doctor, of course -- and eventually she was told the Pill should be working fully.
But, to her dismay, by that time Isaac had given up on her and found other interests -- specifically, one of the women in the calypso band. Vicki was crushed, even more so when she found that Doc had lost interest even more quickly.
Julie was still eager to pal around with her, but Vicki wanted something Julie couldn't give her. Instead of even doing her regular work, Vicki spent her time moping in her cabin, until her Dad called her into his office for a stern talk.
He was, of course, dressed perfectly. His creases might not be as sharp as Doc's, but the Captain was still very proud of his uniform, mindful of all the years he'd worked to earn it.
Vicki, on the other hand, had stopped paying much attention to her clothes. When the summons came, she'd just thrown an old T-shirt on and slipped into the closest pair of shorts. The shirt was about a size too small for her growing breasts, and they were outlined clearly through the thin material. And the shorts were ragged and torn, and rode up so high they were almost like a pair of bikini bottoms.
Topping it off -- or, rather, bottoming it -- Vicki hadn't been able to find the mates to either the one brown sandal she unearthed from her bed covers or the blue sneaker she found in the hamper. Instead, she teetered into Captain Stubing's office in a pair of white high heels she'd discovered in the bottom of her closet.
At first, the captain was unforgiving, berating the young girl for slacking off, forcing other people to take over her duties. But the sight of tears glistening on her cheeks softened his heart.
"What -- what is it, Vicki? What's wrong? Why have you been so down?" As he spoke, the captain came out from behind the desk and put her head on his shoulder.
"I -- I..." Vicki sniffed into his sleeve. "Nobody wants me. Nobody loves me. I'm just going to be an old maid!" She held onto her father as sobs wracked her body.
"Vicki, don't be silly." The captain was clearly unused to dealing with sobbing crew members, especially young ones with firm, lush bodies. He awkwardly patted Vicki's back, then held her stiffly. "You're a beautiful young girl. I don't know what's happened to upset you so much, but I'm sure it will all blow over. These things always do. You'll find someone soon and forget you ever felt so bad."
Vicki sniffed and looked up. "Do you -- do you really think so?"
"I'm sure of it," her father said, begin to smile now that it looked like he'd actually made her feel better. "I'm sure of it. And remember, no matter what anyone else thinks, I'll always love you. You'll always have me."
With that, he bent down and kissed her forehead. Vicki squealed and threw her hands around his neck, giving him a kiss square on the lips. Then she pressed her tongue between her father's lips.
The captain jumped back, barking his shin on the desk.
"Vicki, what -- what -- no!" He was wide-eyed.
"Oh, but, Dad, you said," Vicki explained as she moved toward him. Backed up against the desk, he had nowhere to run.
"I said? I said what?"
"That you love me. You'll always love me. I love you too, Dad. I always have, from the very first. Please, let me show you how much!"
Again she threw her arms around him and kissed him soundly. He tried to get away and ended up lying flat on the desk, his daughter's body pressed against his.
With a desperate twist, he spun out from underneath, tumbling to the floor on one side of the desk as Vicki fell off on the other side.
After assuring himself that she was all right, the captain retreated to an overstuffed chair against the wall.
Vicki shook herself and got to her feet. She took a few cautious steps toward him.
"What's wrong, Dad?"
He could hear the hurt in her voice. Patiently, he explained it to her. "I love you, Vicki, really I do. But like a father. That's not the same as the -- the other kind of love.
"And even if it were, Vicki, don't you know you don't have to give yourself to a man just to show that you love him?"
As he spoke, Vicki's faced hung lower and lower. She scrunched up her mouth and looked at her father from underneath hooded eyebrows. "I'm sorry. You're right. It's just -- just -- oh, I don't know. I'm sorry, Dad."
Again she burst into tears. The captain motioned her forward and she sat on the arm of the chair; he took her in his arms, a fatherly embrace. "There, there," he said, rubbing her back. "Don't worry about it. You're young, you didn't know what you were doing. We'll just forget this ever happened."
Absentmindedly he continued caressing her back. The too-small T-shirt rode up and his hand began to roam over her skin. It slid down, under the top of her shorts and onto her round buttocks.
The room was quiet.
While one of the captain's hands rubbed Vicki's back, the other slipped around her side and made contact with her breast. A low moan escaped the young girl's lips.
Slowly she slipped off the arm of the chair and onto her father's lap. Their mouths met in a hot, wet kiss, their tongues touching.
Vicki broke the kiss. "But," she whispered, "you said we shouldn't. We couldn't!" Even as she spoke, her fingers were unbuttoning his shirt.
"We -- we will," he answered huskily, pushing the T-shirt up and exposing her tender breasts.
Vicki straddled him in the chair. A dark, wet spot was forming on the front of her shorts as she wiggled her ass on her father's lap. His cock tented in his slacks, straining hard against the material.
Soon his shirt was off and Vicki had tossed aside her top. She rubbed her erect nipples on her father's hairy chest. His hands hungrily grabbed at her ass as they kissed and licked each other.
"I love you, Vicki," the captain told his daughter. "And, yes, I'm going to show you how much!"
"Show me, Daddy," she begged him. "Fuck me! Fuck my tight little pussy like a father should!"
They had tumbled to the floor, both struggling out of the rest of their clothes. Captain Stubing crawled forward, pointing his hard cock at the entrance to his daughter's hot, wet cunt. Vicki reached up and pulled him down onto her as the rod slipped easily into her and drove deep into her tunnel.
"Yes, I'll fuck you, Vicki!" The captain shouted his love as he plunged his cock into her young cunt again and again while the girl bucked back up at him.
"Do it, Daddy! Fuck me harder! Slam it into me! I want it all, I want it all!"
As the captain continued to pound away, Vicki lifted her legs to bring him in further, then brought her feet down on his ass, pressing down to urge him in deeper and deeper.
Juices poured out of her cunt as she writhed. Suddenly her body stiffened underneath him and she was off into a screeching orgasm. "Oh fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck! Oh Goddddd that good! Daddy, daddy, daddy YESSSSSS!"
Even as she was recovering the captain continued to plunge his cock into her tender pussy. The strain of supporting himself on his elbows on the hard floor made him slip a bit, and he winced as he hit his funny bone.
Vicki eased him up and led him back to the easy chair, sitting him down and then squatting above him.
She reached down and held his cock straight up as she slowly lowered herself, impaling her cunt on his stiff rod. Now she took over, controlling the tempo as she mashed herself onto her father's cock.
On and on they went until at last Captain Stubing began to mumble. "I'm gonna -- this is it -- I'm gonna -- AAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!" Wads of cum blasted out of his cock and shot into his daughter's cunt, pulsing through his dick in wave after wave.
"You really love me, don't you," Vicki purred as she lay curled up next to him afterward in the slippery wet chair.
"Yes, I do, my darling daughter," he said.
"Mmmm, that's wonderful," she said, drifting off to sleep. "This really is the Love Boat, after all. | 1 |
1,341 | The Secret World of Alex Mack | "Hi, mom," Alex said, bounding down the stairs with Annie in tow.
"Hi, girls. How was your day?" asked Barbara Mack. She had just gotten home from a long day at the office and was super tired.
"Okay. I'm going to go over to Ray's house, alright?" Alex inquired.
"Sure, honey. Be back by six for dinner," Barbara answered.
"Okay," Alex responded, and then grabbed her jacket and walked out the front door.
As Alex walked to Ray's house, she thought about what had just happened with her sister Annie. All of it seemed so sudden that she hadn't gotten over all of it. Alex found herself rubbing her crotch several times on the walk to Ray's. Alex thought about what she and Annie could possibly do tonight, given the chance. A slight smile crossed her face as she walked up to Ray's door and rang the bell. The door opened, and Ray's mom, Mrs. Alvarado, came out.
"Hi, Alex. Ray's upstairs. You can go on up," she said.
"Thanks, Mrs. Alvarado," Alex replied and headed up the stairs.
Alex climbed up the stairs and turned down the hallway towards Ray's room. The door was closed, but Alex just knocked on it lightly and went inside. What she saw inside surprised and scared the hell out of her.
Ray was lying on the floor naked, save for a towel wrapped around his waist, with a cut on his head. Alex immediately rushed over and checked to see if her friend was alright. He started mumbling when she reached him.
"Oh, geez, Ray, are you okay? Do you want me to call for help or anything?" asked Alex.
"No, no, I'm okay... I just hit my head," Ray answered meekly.
Alex helped Ray get to his feet, but when he did, Ray's towel fell off. Ray didn't immediately grab for it, since he was still holding his head to try and stop the blood coming from his wound. Since Alex was standing in front of him, she admired what she saw. Ray finally saw that he had lost his towel and reached down and wrapped it back around his waist.
"I guess you have seen every part of me now," Ray joked.
"Yeah," Alex replied.
Secretly, Alex thought about what she had just seen. After having had sex with her sister only an hour or so ago, 'why not go at it with Ray?' she asked herself.
"Can you turn your head or something so I can get some clothes on, Alex?" Ray asked.
"Huh, oh yeah, sure," Alex said and turned around, her back facing Ray, but she had other plans.
As Ray turned around and dropped his towel, Alex slowly turned back around and made a bold decision. She went over to Ray and turned his head towards her and kissed him full on the mouth, sending her tongue into Ray's mouth. Ray was rather stunned, but immediately drank up her kiss, sending his tongue probing into her mouth. When they broke, Alex pulled her t-shirt over her head.
"I've never done this before, Alex," Ray said.
"Neither have I. Seems that good friends should learn important stuff like this together. Right?" Alex replied.
"Who am I to argue with the girl with superpowers?" Ray laughingly answered.
Ray reached back and undid the clasp of Alex's bra, letting it fall to the floor. Alex then reached back and undid the buttons on her skirt. Alex then reached down and pulled off her shoes and then slipped her panties down, revealing her beautiful pussy. Ray, being a little stupid when it came to girls, knelt down and slowly traced the outlines of Alex's pussy. A small gasp escaped Alex, and Ray knew that he had the right idea. Ray started to lick the outer lips of Alex's cunt. Alex leaned back against a wall so that she wouldn't fall over and knock her head against the furniture like Ray had earlier.
Ray continued to lick at the lips of Alex's cunt, and Alex placed her hands on top of Ray's head to get a better sense of balance. Ray slowly moved his tongue inside Alex's pussy, eliciting a moan of pleasure from Alex. Ray sped up his licking of the soft insides of Alex's pussy, making Alex start to buck her hips a bit and start groaning softly. Ray's tongue activities also started to make Alex glow a bit. Ray noticed it and took it as a sign that he was on the right track. Soon, Ray's efforts brought Alex to a crashing orgasm, with cum streaming out of Alex's sweet snatch, most of which Ray gobbled up, tasting the salty/sweet taste of it. The side effect of it, though, saw Alex literally glowing with pleasure after Ray had eaten her out.
"Ray, that was great," Alex said. "Now it's your turn."
Alex and Ray moved over to Ray's bed, where Ray sat at the edge of it, with Alex on her knees on the floor. Alex slowly took Ray's cock in her hands, and it soon became fully erect. Alex gasped at Ray's seven-inch cock, mainly because it was the first real time she had seen a guy's dick. Alex slowly took Ray's dick into her mouth, slowly licking the head. Alex continued, wrapping her tongue around Ray's cock. Ray groaned softly at the pleasure being brought by Alex. It was his first real sexual experience with a girl, and it was great as far as he was concerned. Alex continued rolling Ray's dick around in her mouth and then started bobbing her head up and down, throating Ray's seven inches, giving him the best blowjob of his life. Ray's groans became louder, and Alex sped up her pace. Soon, Ray shot his load into Alex's mouth, but Alex managed to swallow almost every drop of the salty/sweet cum. All that was left was a little bit dribbling at the corner of her mouth, but a quick lick with her tongue fixed that. Ray lay back, recovering from the most memorable experience of his life so far.
When Ray recovered, Alex said, "I want you to fuck me, Ray. I want to you to be my first."
"Give me a few minutes to recover first. Like you said, good friends should learn important stuff together," Ray replied.
After a few minutes, Ray's cock was as hard as ever, and Alex got on all fours down on the bed, spreading her legs wide so that Ray could easily access her glorious pussy. Ray came up behind her and slowly eased his cock into Alex's pussy. Alex moaned softly at the new sensation. Ray slowly pulled out and pushed back in again, this time, though, he came up against Alex's hymen.
"Go ahead and break it, Ray. I've got to break it sometime. It'll probably hurt, but what we do after that should block out the pain," Alex said.
Ray pulled back again and rammed into Alex's cunt, breaking her hymen with just a quick popping noise. Alex gasped, but was alright. Ray again pulled back and slowly started pumping his dick into Alex's pussy. Alex began moaning, holding onto the sides of the bed for support. Ray gradually picked up his pace and continued to ream Alex's tight cunt. Soon, Alex's moans turned to groans of pleasure as she began to glow slightly. Ray knew that Alex was about to cum, so he picked up his pace even more, slamming harder into Alex, youthful force behind each blow. Alex's groans got louder, and soon she started bucking her hips back against Ray's cock. Alex's glowing intensified, and Alex could feel a crashing orgasm about to hit.
"I'm gonna cum, Ray. Harder... fuck me harder," Alex whispered between panting breaths.
Ray's pace picked up even more, and Alex's orgasm hit. Wave after wave of pleasure raced across her body. As Alex flopped down on the bed, Ray pulled his cock out and started to jack himself off. Ray too soon came and shot his load across her breasts. They lay there for a while, since neither had the strength enough to get up. When they did, Ray was the first to crawl over and lick clean Alex's breasts. Alex leaned over and gave Ray a soft kiss, and both of them got up and crawled over to pull their clothes on. Just as Alex was pulling her bra back on, Ray said, "I hope this doesn't hurt our friendship or anything, Alex. I still like you as a friend."
"Don't worry, Ray," Alex said as she pulled her t-shirt back on. "This just brought us a whole lot closer to each other. I'll see you tomorrow in the morning before school, right?"
"As always," Ray answered.
"Great," Alex said, picking up her jacket. "See you tomorrow morning." | 1 |
1,351 | Retribution | "Thank God for Friday!" Claire Kincaid was certainly happy this week was over. As she left the bar near the Criminal Justice Building, she reviewed in her mind the events that took place during the Jason Mackey trial. It was a case that felt so good to win, because the defendant was so utterly contemptible.
Jason Mackey, the eighteen-year-old son of a wealthy New York businessman, was charged with the brutal assault of another boy at his exclusive, private high school. Jason had been running his own little syndicate at the school, not for the money (he had plenty of that already), but for the feeling of power and control it gave him. He and his friends, including girlfriends, extorted money from their classmates and were quite ruthless with those who declined to pay. Beatings and vandalism eventually led to the incident that proved to be Jason's undoing. When one particular classmate continued his refusal to pay, Jason pushed him out a second-story window. The poor kid was now a paraplegic.
Jason's father, of course, hired the best lawyers around, who used every trick in the book to circumvent the system. And Jason's friends were always in the courtroom, staring, trying to intimidate the jury and the prosecution team with menacing stares. Claire even got some threatening calls, a girl telling her to "back off, or be very, very sorry." She thought they came from Jason's girlfriend, Delia Hollis, but she couldn't be sure. She had to admit, they rattled her.
All that may have worked, too, had a certain assistant DA not held her ground and played the jury so well. Claire's boss, Jack McCoy, had given the summation to her, and she did, frankly, an absolutely magnificent job, persuading the jury that the boy was not only guilty, but evil. They couldn't get the boy for attempted murder, but they did get felonious assault and conspiracy and twelve years in prison.
So Claire and Jack went to their usual spot for a few celebratory drinks after the big win. She had stayed a little longer and drank a little more than she had planned, and now she noticed it was starting to get dark. She sped her pace a little, wishing she had parked in a less isolated spot. Placing her key in the car door, she heard a noise behind her. Suddenly, hands grabbed her. Before she could look around, a blindfold covered her eyes. Duct tape was suddenly on her mouth, suppressing her scream. She knew she was in trouble.
A girl's voice whispered in her ear, "I told you you'd be sorry, bitch." Claire was scared. She could tell there was a larger group surrounding her, but couldn't tell how many. Then she was pushed into the back seat of a car and sped off to parts unknown.
About twenty minutes later, the car came to a stop. The girl in the back with Claire pushed her out. From the sound of shutting doors, Claire could tell there was at least one other car. The whole group began walking, pushing Claire along in front of them.
Metal doors opened and closed. The sound of their "clank" reverberated through what seemed to be a large open space. Claire was led for some ways, until the group stopped. As the blindfold and tape were removed, Claire saw the deceivingly sweet-looking face of Delia Hollis, obviously the ringleader of this group. The large room was empty except for a padded chair.
There were five other girls, all similar in age (17 or 18 was Claire's guess) and looking just as well-bred and clean as Delia. Oddly, they all wore skirts, which not only was unusual for any group of teenage girls these days, but was inconsistent with the tougher outfits she had seen in the courtroom. Under normal circumstances, Claire would have thought these were just some nice kids on their way to the mall or something, but from what she had seen and heard during the recent trial, she knew that was way off base.
She tried to reason with them. "Look," she said, "this is crazy. What do you think will happen when they find out you kidnapped an assistant district attorney?"
But Delia was not at all concerned. "They aren't going to find out," she said.
A feeling of horror stirred in Claire's chest. "My God," she thought, "are they going to kill me?"
Then Delia continued, "There's no way you're going to tell anybody what happens here, Miss District Attorney. Because you'll never want anyone else to know about the things we're going to do, you and us."
Claire's breath was uneven now as her fear and apprehension grew. "What are you going to do to me?" she asked finally, hardly wanting to hear the answer.
"You'll find out soon enough. You see, Ms 'KINK-AID', I'm pretty upset that you sent my Jason away in prison. That wasn't very nice, you know. Now I'm without a boyfriend, and he's locked up with a bunch of pervert convicts."
"Look, I was just doing my job ..." Claire interrupted.
"Shut up! You know what it's like in prison, don't you, Ms Kink-aid? But you didn't give a shit! You put him away because it was 'justice'! Well, we're going to get a little justice of our own now. Okay, ladies, strip her."
In a flash, the other girls were pulling off her clothes, popping buttons, tearing her suit. In short order, Claire stood among the six girls, naked except for her panties.
"Put her over the chair," came the next order.
Claire's head was spinning. This was all happening so fast, so strangely. She tried to think ... what could she do? Before she could react, she was bent over the back of the chair, her wrists tied to the front legs, her barely-covered buttocks jutting out behind her.
"Okay, Ms Kink-aid," Delia taunted, "now we're going to get our justice. Only we don't have any prisons or jails to send you to, so we'll have to use a different style of justice - Singapore style."
Claire started to panic as she understood the true meaning of Delia's words. They were going to cane her! After pulling unsuccessfully on her bindings, she tried to use her skills, arguing with them, "Hey, come on, we don't need to do this..."
Delia laughed at her. "No, you don't need this, do you? But we do. And we're going to get it."
Claire heard a swooshing noise and looked up to see one of the girls holding what was to be the instrument of her punishment. It wasn't a cane, but a large, evil-looking paddle, about eighteen inches long and three or four inches wide. Five holes were drilled out of its center to cut wind resistance, and these created the whistling sound as it swept through the air.
"So let's see, what did Jason get, Ms Kink-aid," Delia continued, "twelve years? I think the payback calls for at least three strokes for each year, don't you girls?"
Claire heard the other girls mutter their agreement, but her mind was racing now. "Twelve ...three ... thirty-six! My God, ....there's no way I can take that!" she thought. Claire knew her own tolerance for pain, and it was definitely low. A simple paper cut would cause her severe discomfort for days. She couldn't imagine what that vicious paddle would feel like when it slammed into her backside.
Claire was immobile, stunned, as she heard Delia command, "Take down her panties. Just to the knees."
Two hands gripped the waistband of Claire's bikinis and lowered them to just above her knees. She was fully exposed now, her pale white cheeks completely accessible to them, her panties pulled down like a naughty schoolgirl's.
"Look, can't we talk about this?", she asked hopefully.
"You did all your talking in court, bitch. Now it's time to pay for it."
Suddenly Claire heard that noise again, followed by a loud "WHAP!" It took a second or so for her to actually feel the result, but it came with a startling, searing heat through both buttocks. A scream sprang from her lips as she jerked involuntarily against her restraints. Her eyes were wide with the shock and pain of the paddle's impact. The paddle hurt even more than she'd ever imagined it would. She struggled for control, trying to maintain some dignity despite her position.Her breath came in short, desperate gasps.
She heard the girls taunting her, commenting on the paddle's effects, the deep red blotch it had created on her sensitive skin. Then there was that awful swoosh and another wave of stinging pain shot through her. This time it drew just a short shriek as Claire clenched her teeth to suppress anything more. Her eyes shut tightly and her whole body shivered as she tried to remain quiet despite the pain in her backside.
Claire stared intently at the floor. She heard shuffling behind her as Delia passed the paddle to someone else. She heard the swoosh and tensed up, but felt nothing. Then she heard it again and realized the girl was practicing, warming up. A short silence, then that dreadful sweep and "SMACK! .....SMACK! .....SMACK!!!!" in quick succession. Unable to hold back anymore, Claire lost her composure, howling in agony.
A couple of the girls whooped in appreciation of Claire's reaction. "Nice job, Mara!" they said with a laugh. "Hey, lady, how's your butt feel?" they taunted, "Getting a little hot back there? Wow, look at her ass!"
Tears filled Claire's eyes now. "Why are you doing this to me?" she sobbed.
Delia's voice was filled with hate. "Because you deserve it, you bitch! You deserve a punishment you'll never forget. And I'm going to make sure you get it. I'm going to enjoy listening to you scream."
Claire couldn't believe this was happening to her. Surely someone would stop it, would come through the door and rescue her from her tormentors. But her reason told her that no one was around, that no one knew where she was, that no one would hear the screams that she knew were inevitable. She was at the mercy of these ruthless young women. Her only course was to endure it and hope that they were not crazy enough to kill or maim her.
"Who's next?" she heard Delia say. From the sound of her voice, Claire could tell that the girl was stimulated by seeing her punished. That sent a nasty chill up her spine.
"Me!" came an enthusiastic reply. Another girl stood behind her, anxious for her chance to blister the young lawyer's tender derriere.
"No, wait a minute," someone said. "Just a second..." Then softly, almost sweetly, "Say, Claire."
Startled at the near-friendly use of her given name, Claire looked over at the speaker. A sudden flash of light filled her eyes. Then she realized - they had taken a photograph. They had a photograph of her, bound over the chair, panties down, her bottom crimson with the effects of their labor. And since she had looked over at the camera, the photo would clearly show who it was in this demeaning position.
Claire just dropped her head. A groan of defeat fell from inside her, ending in a hopeless sob. The girls laughed at her despair.
"Sssswack!" Another jolt of pain filled her throbbing hindquarters. More sobs escaped her lips as the girl behind her paused to admire her handiwork. She couldn't believe how Claire's previously milky white cheeks had been transformed into two fiery red orbs. It was a very arousing sight. Unable to contain her excitement, she gave Claire three more hard and fast swats.
"Aaaaaaaaaa ...AAAaaaaiii ...AAAAAI I I I I I E E E E !!!!!!!!" Claire's screams echoed through the empty building now as she began to cry uncontrollably. "....P-P l e e e e a s e...." she begged.. "Stop. ....I can't take any more!"
Delia was high on the spectacle before her. She had reduced this proud, sophisticated woman to a pitiful mess, blubbering like a baby, pleading for mercy. "Ahhh, Ms. Kincaid, of course you can," Delia said in mock sympathy. "And you will. After all, you wouldn't want these other girls to miss out on their fun, would you?"
The other three girls did have their "fun", each paddling Claire, giving the poor woman several good smacks on the ass, until she had endured more than she thought possible. Then Delia took the paddle again and, with renewed enthusiasm, gave Claire five more hard ones, covering every inch of her already burning globes. The last, momentous swat covered both cheeks, driving the chair and Claire's body forward a good six inches.
By now Claire had lost all control and was crying out in one long, continuous wail. Her butt felt like someone was holding a hot iron to it. In her urgent need to relieve the pain, she shifted around, wiggling her tail frantically. First one leg, then the other raised up toward her abused bottom in a desperate attempt to relieve the stinging heat. Several more flashes filled the air as the girls recorded their handiwork. Between frantic gasps and sobs, Claire began to beg, "Please...oh God, please ....stop... no more ... ...please....anything ...I'll do anything... just please stop ...please!!!"
"Say, 'Please stop spanking my butt, Delia'," Delia said. "Say it!"
"P-p-please s-stop spanking my butt, Delia," Claire dutifully repeated.
"Say, 'Even though I deserve it.'"
"Even though I deserve it," Claire sobbed.
"Say, 'And everything else you're going to do to me'"
A new fear gripped Claire at these words, but she had no choice. "And .. and everything ... else ... you're going to do to me."
"Good girl," Delia said sarcastically, as her hand gave Claire a playful, but painful smack on the rear. "We were ready for the next event anyway."
Claire thought they might untie her, but they left her there, over the chair, wondering what would happen next. She heard some activity behind her, but couldn't tell what was happening. Then she felt Delia standing directly behind her and heard her say, "You know what nasty things happen in prison, don't you, Ms Kincaid? Do you know what can happen to people when you send them away? Well, you'll see."
In horror, Claire felt something cool and wet being pushed between her buttocks, then Delia's hands on her hips. "Oh my God, no!" she cried, "please ... not that ... don't.... "
The other girls began to low, taunting chant as Delia held the fake penis against her entry point. "Rape her! ... rape her!... rape her!... rape her!... rape her!......" They smiled at one another, thoroughly enjoying the complete humiliation of the young district attorney. Claire continued her pleas, straining to see behind her, "No... come on, ... please don't ..."
Delia cut her off, "Say, 'Please don't rape me Mistress Delia.'"
Claire started, "Please don't rape me, Mistress Delia."
"Say, 'Please don't put that up my butt!'"
Claire sobbed, "Please don't put that up my bu..uunghhAAAA!!!!!"
Before Claire could finish the sentence she felt the pressure on her anus, then felt herself opening up as the long, hard object began to enter her. It moved an inch or so and then, with a sudden, savage thrust, split her cheeks and jammed all the way inside. Another squeal filled the air as the stinging on the surface of her bottom was augmented by a stabbing pain deep in her bowels. Her tender rectum was filled to capacity with the girl's evil tool.
As the other girls cheered her on, Delia began to enthusiastically pound Claire's backside, hammering into her for all she was worth. Each time the fake penis was rammed up her ass, Claire responded, so that a rhythmic "Ow...ow..ow..ow..ow..owwwwww!" reverberated through the empty room.
As the onslaught continued, Delia enjoyed making her suffer, thrusting harder and harder into the increasingly raw flesh of Claire's asshole. Overwhelmed and broken, Claire's outcries gradually diminished until they were finally reduced to quiet grunts and whimpers.
"Hey, I think she kind of likes this," Delia said to her friends. "Maybe we should all give it to her."
Hearing this, Claire managed to respond with a woeful, "Noooooo! Please..." , but Delia was only playing with her. She already had other things in mind. Roughly pulling out of Claire's ass, she had her friends remove her from the chair. "Tie her legs to those pipes," she said, pointing to two pipes about four feet apart.
Soon Claire was lying face up on the floor, her ankles tied securely to the two poles. The rough floor of the factory hurt as it rubbed against her tender bottom. Her hands were loose, but she knew it was useless to do anything. Her ankles immobilized her, and there were still six of her captors. Her only wish was that this ordeal be over.
Now Delia spoke again, her voice seething with contempt. "So... now you know what it feels like to be raped in a men's prison. I hope you appreciate the experience. But we want to give you the other side, too. You need a taste of women's prison."
One of the girls, a pretty strawberry-blonde that Claire recognized from the courtroom, stepped over close to her. Now Claire understood why they had all worn skirts. The girl raised her garment, revealing that she wore no panties underneath. Placing one leg on either side of Claire's head, she she knelt down and began lowering herself onto Claire's face.
Claire stared up at this latest horror. She had never been with a woman, never even thought about it, and the thought of placing her mouth on this girl's sex organs made her skin crawl. The girl was holding herself just inches from Claire's face, watching her reaction. Claire could see and smell that she was already very excited. The girl spread her lips so Claire could see how wet she was inside.
"Here it is, Missy," she said. "You're gonna eat it, you know. You're gonna eat it until I come on your face. And then your gonna eat all the rest of us. I sure hope you like pussy, lady, because you're gonna have it in your mouth the rest of the night."
Now the girl grabbed Claire's hands and pinned them above her head, making her completely helpless. She then lowered herself, placing her wet parts right onto Claire's mouth. At first, Claire did nothing, having no experience at this. The girl started moving back and forth over Claire's lips, saying "Come on, bitch, do it." Finally, Claire began to use her tongue on the girl, licking at her wet pussy as best she knew how.At first, the taste and smell were almost too much for her, but luckily, she soon got used to it.
Claire decided to try to please them as best she could, figuring that the quicker she got each of them off, the sooner it would be over. She started to lick all over the girl's pussy, pushing it inside, noting the girl's reactions and returning to the places she seemed to enjoy the most. It took maybe ten minutes for that first girl to come, grinding herself frantically into Claire's face. The back of Claire's head hurt from the pressure of the hard floor.
One after another, the remaining five girls sat on Claire's yielding face, pasting their wet nether lips to her delicate mouth. And as each girl climbed onto her, Claire dutifully tongued and sucked her until she was thoroughly satisfied. Wanting to degrade the young woman as well as be pleasured, the girls rubbed themselves all over her pretty face, spreading their viscous fluids from her chin to her forehead. Several even pushed themselves down on her nose, forcing it deep inside them, filling Claire's nostrils with the pungent scent of their arousal. They took several photos as she worked on them, making sure to clearly show her face as her tongue tasted each girl's pussy.
At last, it was Delia over Claire's tired mouth, and she knew this was the sixth and final girl. But after Delia extracted first one and then a second orgasm from Claire's now rather experienced mouth, Claire found to her dismay that her plan had not worked. For while her enthusiastic tonguing had sped up the string of girls' orgasms, it had the added effect of stimulating the girls as they watched. So now, as Delia climbed off her quite satisfied, the first girl said, "I want to do it again."
Despairing, Claire just lay there now. She could not respond, but lay limp as the girls simply grabbed her head and used her face to masturbate. A couple got themselves off that way, and a couple gave up, until finally, it was Delia's turn again.
Not content to accept Claire's total submission, Delia wanted another active tongue session. But Claire was spent, hopeless, and nothing Delia could do would revive her. Frustrated, Delia said, "All right, bitch! If you're not going to eat me, then you're going to do something else!"
Claire was only half aware of what was happening as Delia grabbed her hair and pressed her open pussy into her mouth. Then she felt a shot of wet heat and realized that she was tasting the girl's urine! She tried to turn away, but Delia held her in place, screaming, "Swallow it, bitch! Swallow my dirty piss and love it! You cunt! Drink it!"
With the choice of swallowing or drowning, Claire began taking the salty liquid down her throat as this demented girl used her mouth as a public toilet. She heard the other girls commenting, in awe of what was happening, and heard more clicks of the camera.
At last, it was over, and Delia rose off the sloppy mess of Claire's face. Pulling her up off the floor, the vengeful teenager placed her against the pipes and administered a final, spirited spanking with her bare hand. Claire burst into tears, not from the spanking itself, which was tame compared to her earlier trials, but from the sheer humiliation, the final shame of being spanked like a child, knowing that this girl had done anything she wanted to her with no fear of reprisal.
"Well, Miss DA," Delia said sarcastically, "Looks like we mussed your make-up a bit. I hope you enjoyed our little time together. I know I did. Maybe we can do it again sometime. We have to go now, but we'll leave you here to get yourself loose. By the time you do, we'll be long gone. Ta ta!" With that, the six girls walked out the door.
After they left, Claire did manage to untie the bindings around her ankles, but then she just lay there for some time. They had left her clothes, probably realizing that this would allow her to cover herself up and minimize any questions as she found her way home. They had left her purse, too, so she could get a cab, as soon as she figured out where she was. But she knew there was one thing she had to deal with before she worried any of that.
Lying there naked on the factory floor, her rear end raw from being paddled, her face and hair soaked with Delia's urine, Claire moved her trembling hand slowly down her body... and began to masturbate. | 2 |
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