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116,979 | Age Of Onslaught | Hello folks, this story is a sequel to my former Marvel Universe story - Herald Of Armageddon - which in turn was a sequel to my X-Men story - Something Sinister This Way Comes. The story is rather large, and if you miss a chapter or nine, just request them from me, the author, at:
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Age Of Onslaught
Part 27/37
Weapon X 8.
SNIKT!
Weapon X popped the adamantium claws from their housings on his remaining hand, his grin made the Morlocks step back and stare at each other uneasily.
"What's the matter?" asked Logan, "Not so eager to fight now?"
The Morlocks had appeared from the shadows, surrounding them and thinking to surprise them. But, unfortunately for them, these weren't the usual unsuspecting villains.
Shaman had sensed them via his mystic senses, Jean had read the hate and fear radiating from their minds, and Logan had smelled them, despite their efforts to hide their scents.
"There's only five of them!" hissed a harsh, angry voice, "We have the numbers!"
The Morlocks still hesitated, Logan's claws looked very sharp.
"We got us a problem here, Red," Weapon X muttered to Jean, "If they do attack, we can take out a few, but they'll bring us down through sheer numbers."
"There is a way," whispered Cyclops.
"What?" asked Logan, eyeing Scott suspiciously.
"You can challenge their leader for leadership of The Morlocks, they have to fight you in one-on-one combat and the winner becomes the Morlocks' new leader."
"Why me?" asked Logan.
"Because I figure there are at least some similarities between the Logan from my Universe and you," replied Scott, "And he's the best there is at what he does."
Logan grinned, "And what I do ain't pretty."
The Morlocks were beginning to edge forward, Radius was increasing the radius of his forcefield to keep them away.
"HEY!" Logan yelled, "I challenge your boss for leadership!"
The Morlocks glanced about at each other, not sure what to make of this unexpected turn of events.
Then laughter broke out from the back of their ranks, a woman's laugh, her voice high-pitched and good-humored.
"You want to challenge me? ME! I'm the greatest Morlock there ever was, I'm undefeatable!"
"You wanna quit your yapping and stop hiding behind all them Morlocks?" barked Logan, "Let's get it on!"
A dark shape leaped up and grabbed at the pipes running along the ceiling of the tunnel, because the lamps fitted to the walls were behind her they could only see the silhouette. She was fairly tall, muscular and acrobatic was about all the others could make out, but Logan's hypersenses told him a whole lot more.
She flipped through the air and landed in a crouch only a few feet from Logan, holding a large club in her hand.
"Oh my fuck!" cried Radius, seeing her clearly at last, "She's got bones coming out of her!"
The woman had dark skin, and was rather attractive, but her beauty was marred by bones that jutted out of her skin in different places. Four bones wrapped around under her breasts like an exterior ribcage, a bone was sticking out her left forearm and another had torn through her tight green and yellow pants on her lower thigh, jagged and sharp.
"I'm Marrow," she laughed, "My whole body is weapon!"
"I'm Weapon X," replied Logan, a grin on his face, "I am a weapon!"
They launched themselves at each other.He moved his cock (which was definitely not to scale with his diminutive body) forward, positioning it over her magnificent asscheeks.
Puck moved his hands up from her hips over her smooth, white asscheeks and spread them open. He grinned happily and slid one finger against her sweat-glistening, pink rosebud and began to apply pressure to it.
Heather's eyes widened as she felt her friend's finger begin to press into her rectum, opening her asshole with some difficulty but not as much as he might have expected. Her body was totally relaxed, and she was ready to be fucked in any way they wanted, so she was ready and willing to take anything, no matter how perverted.
Madison stroked and massaged her fantastic breasts as he fucked her faster and faster, his cock slamming in and out of her tight, juicy snatch. The friction on his meat was sending buzzing sensations throughout his lap, but he wasn't going to slow down - this was way too much fun!
He grunted, and his eyes widened as he felt her cunt clamp down hard on his cock like a vice. Her hips hunched down, and her body began shaking, her squashed tits moving up and down in his hands as she had a totally unexpected orgasm.
Mac moaned happily as he felt his wife's mouth tighten down around his cock, making the quick thrusts of his member in and out of her oral orifice all the more exciting.
Heather cried out around the cock in her mouth, slamming her hips up and down on Madison's cock as Puck fingerfucked her asshole. Her juices burst from out of her cunt, splashing out all around Madison's thick cock and down onto his lap. Then her body went limp, and she stopped for a few seconds, no longer slamming her hips up and down or sucking on Mac's cock. Her entire body was buzzing with post-orgasmic pleasure, and she didn't have the strength to do anything just now.
Puck pressed another finger against her asshole and, with some effort, managed to slide it in next to the first. He was stretching her anal ring for when he put his cock inside her - he wanted her to enjoy this just as much as he was going to.
Madison gripped onto her breasts and began slamming up faster and faster, his cock plunging in and out of her pussy. Her cunt juices were running down his legs, but they'd done their job, lubricating her cunt and making his passage inside of her a little easier. Now he fucked her cunt hard, slamming his cock in and out of her tight, juicy little snatch and moaning in excitement.
She began sliding her hips down again as his cock pushed all the way in, his hips meeting hers as he thrust faster and faster, squeezing her fat tits as he approached his orgasm, the feel of her cunt around his cock was too much for him after all this time of lusting after her.
"HAHHHH YESSS!!!!" he screamed, then slammed every last inch of his cock up into her tight little pussy, shooting stream after stream of thick, ropey cum into her juicy, wet snatch. His hands clasped tightly onto her tits as he came, his head leaning forward and his muscles straining. Then his eyes rolled back in his head, he moaned happily and fell back to the floor, his cock remaining half inside of her cunt.
"About stretched enough now, eh?" said Puck with a grin, his two fingers pumping quickly in and out of Heather's asshole.
He pressed the head of his cock against her asshole, holding her sphincter open with the tips of his two fingers. Holding her rosebud open, he pressed his cock forward, at the same time pulling his fingers away. The result was that her asshole snapped shut over the head of his cock, holding it in place with incredible tightness and unbelievable heat.
He moaned happily - he was finally inside his beloved Heather. True, he wasn't fucking her pussy, but he'd always had a thing for anal sex, and this was a fantasy come true.
He grunted and began to inch his way forward, his long, thick cock pressing deeply into her anus.
Heather felt only pleasure because that was all Arlette wanted to feel. So the feel of Puck's cock sliding up her butt felt almost as good as Madison's had felt slamming into her cunt. She moaned in ecstasy around Mac's cock. She pushed her ass back, which resulted in Madison's now half-hard cock falling out of her pussy, to get more of Puck's cock into her ass.
Her cunt continued to dribble steadily as she slurped and salivated all over Mac's penis. Her body was pushing backwards and then pushing forwards as Mac pumped his cock into her mouth, facefucking his beautiful, redheaded wife. As he did that, Puck crammed his cock into her hot little butthole, setting up a see-saw motion with Mac that had Heather sliding backwards and forwards. They'd long ago forgotten to support her weight, and Arlette had had to use her powers to make Heather float in mid-air.
Mac laughed out loud as he pumped his cock in and out of his wife's stretched mouth, facefucking her eagerly and loving the feel of her warm, wet mouth and lips stretched around his thick meat.
Meanwhile, getting her ass fucked was driving Heather crazy - the pain she would normally feel having such a big dick inside her anal passage had been converted to pleasure, and the lustful sensation was driving through her body up from her ass. Having his long cock plunging in and out of her rectum was like nothing she had ever felt before, and she was loving every second of it, getting off on every buttfucking thrust of the acrobatic Alpha's hips.
Mac had slid his hand along the side of her head, curling her red curls through his fingers and holding tight as he fucked her face faster and faster, rolling his hips back and forth, her lips running up and down his shaft with each thrust, driving him crazy.
"Ahhh shit yeah, Heather!" he cried, feeling his cum boiling up from his balls, "I'm gonna cum again!"
Heather was also going to cum, her fucked ass was driving her wild, and she was quivering and jerking about. She moaned around the thick cock in her mouth, sliding her tongue up around his shaft as she felt him pumping it in and out, harder and faster until she felt his cock tense and begin to jerk. Then his cum was shooting out, not quite reaching the back of her throat since it was his second orgasm in half an hour, but still getting respectable distance.
"OOOHHHH YEAH!!!!" he cried out, shooting his load into his wife's mouth, feeling her lips tightly holding on and sucking on his shaft as she hit her orgasm as well.
Her cunt clamped down viciously over nothing, her hot, tight little butthole clamped down on Puck's member as he struggled to plunge his cock in and out of her incredibly tight rectum.
He'd been able to keep a nice, steady fucking motion going until she'd cum, now it was harder and more intense on his dick, and he knew he was going to blow his load up her ass any second now.
"No point holding back, eh?" Puck cried, his hands gripping down on her asscheeks, a happy, satisfied look on his face.
He slammed forward one last time, burying every last inch of his cock hard up into her sphincter, grinding his hips against her firm asscheeks as he shot his cum deep into her bowels.
With a low groan, Puck's eyes rolled back in his head, he fell backwards, his cock reluctantly pulling loose from her butt as he fell to the ground on his own ass.
Heather dropped slowly to the ground, guided down gently by Arlette. She sleepily grinned at the three men who lay exhausted on the ground and then she fell asleep, curled up in a little ball with cum dripping from her asshole, her cunt and also running down her chin.
"That's one you'd like to tell the Grandkids, eh?" Puck chuckled to himself, then collapsed onto his back.
Marrow had started the fight confidently, her moves fluid and easy. But now she growled and snarled, swinging wildly at Logan whenever she got the chance.
Weapon X had cut her in several places, although extra bones on her body had blocked a few, but she had yet to hit him, and she was getting aggravated.
She'd never met anyone with his speed, his grace, his uncanny fighting ability. If she didn't want him dead, she'd have wanted him for a mate, but she knew he wouldn't want her - he would want to be with one of the horrible pretty ones, like the bitch redhead!
Suddenly inspiration struck, and she whirled away from Logan, ripping a bone away from her thigh and throwing it full force at Jean.
Radius extended his forcefield and blocked the bone (unnecessarily, Jean had been prepared to throw up a t.k shield), but the damage had been done.
Logan had turned to stare at Jean, the momentary lapse in concentration allowed Marrow to slam a bone dagger hard into his gut, she twisted it and then ripped it out with an upward stroke.
"NNNNGH!" he cried and dropped to his knees, clutching at his wound and screaming in pain.
"You weren't bad, old man," she laughed, "But the Morlocks are mine!"
She stepped forward and stood on his only hand, holding it and the deadly adamantium claws down. He lifted the hand with the metal casing over the wrist up and pointed it at her neck.
"What?" she laughed, she could hear the pretty redhead screaming behind them, she knew one of the pretty men would be comforting her, "What are you going to do? Stub me to death?"
SNIKT
Two claws popped out on either side of her neck, he ripped his other hand away from under her boot and grabbed her collar, pulling her down and putting her in place."When I lost that hand, my claws were sheathed," he growled, "I just never bothered to use them before," he smiled, and as she looked in shock down at his gut, she saw that his gut wound had healed already, leaving only blood behind. "Now, are you going to be a good little Morlock and surrender, or do I introduce you to claw number 2?"
She growled and spat, but knew she was in a helpless position.
"I surrender!" she snapped angrily, "The Morlocks are yours!"
They looked up at the large computer screen.
"She is Big Brain," muttered Marrow, standing deferentially behind Weapon X but at the same time trying to keep in front of Jean, and trying to catch Logan's attention whenever she could.
"She's in love with you," Jean said to Logan through their mindlink. She couldn't help but smile. "I don't think she's ever met a man like you."
"Must like them short, ugly and hairy," he grunted in his mind.
"I know I do," laughed Jean in her mind.
Logan felt an inner glow of peace and well-being. Jean was happy with him again. Still, he had to admit that maybe being the subject of a little adulation felt good too, and Marrow was very good-looking, once you got past the harsh personality and occasional extra bone here and there. He'd noticed Radius checking her out. Who knew? They had similar personalities.
"Looks like a jumbo-screen from a football stadium," Scott said, then noticed their blank looks. "You do have football in this Universe? I know you do!"
"Yes," said Jean, "But we don't get to many games, what with all the players being dead and getting shot on sight and all that."
Cyclops finally fully realized that this was not his Jean. She'd been brought up in a different world; she was a different person from his wife.
The screen flickered on.
"FEAR ME!" boomed a voice, "I AM THE MIGHTY BIG BRAIN, MY POWERS ARE GREAT AND TERRIFYING, DO NOT CAUSE ME TO LOSE MY TEMPER."
"Have any of you seen a movie called Wizard of Oz?" asked Scott, fairly confident the answer would be yes.
"Yes," said Jean.
"Yes," said Logan. He'd actually seen it back in the thirties, but that was a different story.
"Of course," said Shaman.
"Wizard of who?" asked Radius.
"Oz?" asked Marrow.
"There's a famous scene where a giant head threatens Dorothy - the star - with mighty powers, and her dog - Toto - pulls aside a curtain and reveals an old man who's actually running the whole show."
"You saying I'm a little dog?" asked Weapon X.
"I'm saying," said Scott, looking up at Big Brain's face on the giant screen, "That her real name is Monet St Croix and she's a young mutant who's not even twenty yet."
"I am so!" cried Big Brain, then realized her mistake, "I MEAN, DO NOT WASTE THE MIGHTY BIG BRAIN'S TIME ON SUCH INAN..."
"Monet!" snapped Scott, "Cut it out. What are you doing? Are you really here or hiding somewhere?"
"How do you know who I am?" she cried, sounding petulant, "And how'd you get your eye back?"
"I'm not Prelate Summers," cried Scott, "Well, I am... but, uh, forget it! What I need to know is, can you get us into Apocalypse's Stronghold?"
Monet hesitated. She wasn't used to being ordered about. She'd fronted herself as a god to the Morlocks and had been treated with deference and respect by them for the last ten years. She'd witnessed the strange appearance of a man called Mikhael only five years ago. He'd kidnapped a young Morlock called Sarah and taken her away to another dimension. She'd returned as Marrow just last year, already older than Monet was herself. Monet lay hidden in an underground bunker in the nuclear wasteland of the Island of St Croix. She'd kept her mind active by sinking constantly into a virtual reality environment and accessing this ancient Jumbo-Tron that had somehow ended up in The Morlock's main chamber.
Now, if she got rid of these interlopers, maybe the status quo would return.
"There are some ancient tunnels leading to an old sub-basement next to some tunnels that Apocalypse had burrowed in beneath his Fortress," she told them, "I can get you that far. After that, it's totally up to you."
She created a computer printout of the route.
"Right then," said Logan, taking the printout, "I ain't much on inspirational speeches. I just got one thing to say."
They looked to him, waiting to hear words that would succeed or fail, and The Morlocks would immortalize forever.
"Let's go rip Apocalypse a new asshole!"
Gambit & The Externals 8.
To Wanda, the world seemed to flicker between the white sands of Avalon's shores to a strange, blue/black limbo with thousands of rushing streams of 1's and 0's rushing past her, then back to Avalon again.
"What's going on?" cried Kurt, stumbling to his knees as the ground shook.
Dazzler clutched close to Mystique, who looked about in concern.
"Avalon's being torn to pieces," cried Wanda, "The program is being purged from the computer!"
"What do we do?" cried Dazzler.
"Everybody, grab hands!" cried The Scarlet Witch.
"Dammit, this is no time for a prayer!" cried Mystique, "I doubt even your daddy could save us from this one."
But the blue-skinned mutant took Dazzler's hand in her own.
When they were all linked, Wanda squeezed her eyes shut and concentrated, drawing upon the powerful mystic forces at her command and her natural mutant ability to alter probability.
She cried out in pain, and then they disappeared into a flash of red light. | 5 |
116,999 | JLA - Dark Angel | Huntress stepped into the bedroom, glancing up at the floating Chairman of the JLA, a small smile crossing her face as she noticed his still erect penis.
"I see why they call you The Man of Steel," she said with a chuckle.
Actually blushing, Superman sped down in a blur to the bed and pulled the sheet up, winding it around his waist. It did nothing but draw more attention to his erection, which pressed against the sheet, but it was better than being naked.
Batman entered the bedroom last, moving silently as always, an enigmatic presence even in such a domestic setting.
"Batman!" cried Superman, "Why did you bring them here? My..."
"Your secret identity is safe," replied Batman, interrupting The Man of Tomorrow, "I had us teleported directly into your living room, and Superman naked is still Superman."
Clark nodded slightly, realizing he wasn't wearing his glasses and that, with his hair slightly mussed from sleep, he did indeed look like a naked Superman and not a naked Clark Kent, whom Huntress and Flash probably wouldn't recognize anyway.
"Get dressed, then let's get out of here," Batman said, "The JLA is under siege, we need your help."
"No, no," muttered Superman absentmindedly as Flash carried Maxima out of the room, followed by Huntress, "I have to get to Lois, explain what happened."
"This is more important," replied Batman, "The safety of the world is at jeopardy."
"When isn't it," muttered Superman, pulling on his blue tights.
Batman's slap caught him completely by surprise, shocking him into complete silence. It didn't hurt at all, in fact Batman's hand stung quite badly, but it had the desired effect, cutting easily through the fog currently enmeshed in Superman's mind. It wasn't so much the slap as the fact that he hadn't seen it coming, which was impossible, as good as Batman was, he wasn't that good.
"Listen to you!" growled Batman through gritted teeth inches from Superman's face, "And look at yourself! You didn't even see that coming, so how is that possible do you think!?!"
"Wha... what are you talking about?" asked the confused Superman, taken aback by this unfamiliar situation. He was feeling an intense desire to throw Batman across the room, completely illogical but pre-eminent in his mind, and that scared him even more than the fact he hadn't seen Batman's blow coming.
"The JLA have come under attack," growled Batman, either unaware of how close he was to being pummeled to death or confident in Superman's ability to hold back these strange desires, "Try to think clearly for a moment. Green Lantern, bearer of the most powerful weapon in the Universe, has been abducted. Wonder Woman, Aquaman and Zauriel have not responded to an Emergency Call, and Martian Manhunter... well, try to contact me or any other JLA Member on telepathic link."
Superman stared at Batman, confused, then closed his eyes, concentrating hard to form a clear thought and sent it towards Batman. This had become almost second nature since forming a telepathic link through J'Onn.
His eyes opened up and he stared at Batman in disbelief.
"I can't!"
"None of us can," replied Batman grimly, releasing Superman's neck and stepping back, "I think Wonder Woman, J'Onn and Zauriel have been taken out of the picture, I'm not so sure about Aquaman, he's ignored emergency calls before. Green Lantern was the latest to fall, and you're well on your way."
"Me?"
"I think that when you went through the cone of Kryptonite Energy in your effort to prevent Joker committing suicide, you left yourself open to a meticulously timed attack. Something is affecting both your powers and your mind, including your sense of ethics and responsibility."
"That's not true," Superman replied, shaking his head, "I...," he trailed off, "The sneeze!"
"Sneeze?" asked Batman, it was his turn to be confused now.
"Since my encounter with The Joker I was feeling a little under the weather," Superman mused, "I put it down to a psychosomatic response to my momentary exposure to Kryptonite, but the pressure built and built till suddenly I sneezed, and felt better," he shook his head in wonder as comprehension dawned, "I sneezed and felt great, and everything seemed to be going right, decisions had been made, things were flowing. I didn't want anything more than to go home and see Lois, and... uh, do, um, stuff with her."
Batman nodded, ignoring Superman's discomfort.
"Come," he said, "We have to get back to The Watchtower. We've been under attack, now it's time to go on the offensive, we know where to find our attacker thanks to The Flash."
Superman pulled his costume fully on, grabbing his boots and sitting down on his bed to pull them on, he paused suddenly, a thought occurring to him.
"Bru... Batman," he said.
"Hmmm?" asked The Dark Knight, pausing in the doorway, seeing Huntress and Flash standing in the corridor, pointedly pretending not to have heard the conversation and ignoring pictures on the wall of Clark, Lois and their respective families.
"You said Green Lantern was the latest to be taken in, but J'Onn came in to telepathically scan Carol Ferris' mind when Kyle found her in his bed?"
"Yes," replied Batman, "I'm afraid to say that we have to face the possibility that our captured team-mates have been turned."
Ferris Aircraft - Time Unknown.
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Kyle cursed as the spanner slipped, banged his hand and bruised his hand.
"Dammit!" he growled, "I'm a pilot, not a mechanic!"
"Exactly," said a voice behind him, "But being a male, you thought you could be both."
He tried to look surly as he turned, still nursing his hand, but the moment he saw her his face couldn't help but break out into a smile.
"Carol," he said, "Can you forgive me for being a pig-headed jerk?"
"Ahh sweetie," she chuckled, smiling, "You can't help your nature, you are a man after all!"
"Why you little!" he cried and lunged at her, making her screech with laughter as she dived out of the way. He chased after her and she ran, both of them laughing at the silly game.
As they ran, Kyle's eyes naturally went down to Carol's ass, lovingly caressed by tight denim jeans, and grinned. With a burst of speed he leaped ahead and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her into the air.
"Stop! Stop!" she cried, laughing uncontrollably as he began to tickle her, "I'm going to pee myself!"
"Say you're sorry!" he laughed as the raven-haired beauty struggled in vain to escape his clutches, although not very hard.
"Okay!" she cried through her laughter, "I'm sorry you're a pig-headed jerk!"
"Little minx!" he cried and redoubled his efforts, which tripled Carol's laughter.
They dropped to the ground, hitting the dirt with a whoof followed quickly by more laughter.They stared into each other's eyes as they laughed, which caused them to slowly stop, becoming more serious, their laughter turning into slight chuckles.
Carol dropped her eyes slightly, suddenly shy, and Kyle lifted his hand to her chin, lifting it, tilting her face up as he leaned in and kissed her.
Their lips pressed lightly against each other, and Kyle's lips enveloped her upper lip, taking it in and suckling lightly on it, then breaking away and taking her lower lip, then pressing his lips against hers and lightly sliding the tip of his tongue between her lips.
She pressed closer to him and his hand ran down her side, running over her hips and cupping one of the firm, round asscheeks he'd been admiring a few minutes earlier.
His name was Kyle Raynor, an ace Test Pilot who was both a business and romantic partner of Carol Ferris, owner of Ferris Aircraft.
At first their partnership had been all business despite a mutual attraction which they'd played around like in a thousand TV sitcoms. Then they'd become close friends and finally lovers, enjoying a relationship which was exclusive despite the M word never being brought up.
Recently one of the older planes had been playing up, and today, when the Chief Mechanic had a day off, Kyle had decided to play at being a mechanic.
He was a lousy mechanic, but the fringe benefits were great, as he was currently finding out.
Carol broke the kiss and rolled away, getting to her feet, her clothes dusty from rolling about on the ground.
"Come on," she beckoned, nodding with her head, "My Office."
Kyle got up quickly, rubbing his hands together gleefully as he followed her in, again watching her beautiful ass move as she walked.
She closed the office door and pulled the blind down. Despite the Airfield currently being empty of people except for themselves, anyone could come on at any time, and she didn't want to be caught in any potentially embarrassing situation.
"Get up on that desk," she ordered, pointing at her work desk.
"Oooh, domineering, aren't we!" he laughed.
"You better get up on that desk if you want to continue enjoying yourself, flyboy!" she growled at him with a smile.
"Yes'm!" he replied, saluting, then hopped up on the desk, facing her with his legs apart, feet planted on a couple of seats in front of the desk.
Carol walked sexily towards Kyle, her hips moving, thighs sliding against each other. He became painfully aware of her breasts straining against the fabric of her checkered shirt, of her beautiful face and full red lips.
She pressed the palms of her hands against the desk, leaning forward so her face was inches from Kyle's. She leaned forward to kiss him, but stopped just short of his mouth, then pulled to the side, coming close to kissing his entire face but always just pulling away at the last second. He could feel her breath against his skin and was beginning to breathe a little heavier himself, as well as perspire lightly.
She leaned forward, stretching up high on the tips of her toes, wriggling her beautifully rounded ass slightly. Grabbing Kyle's hand, she slid it between her thighs, and despite the denim covering her crotch, he could swear he could feel her sex pulsating with heat.
"Oh shit," whispered Kyle, staring into her eyes, his mouth a little open, breathing in and out heavily, unable to take his eyes off of her.
Suddenly Carol stepped back, causing Kyle to gasp out slightly in dismay. But that soon changed when Carol unbuttoned her shirt and let it drop to the ground, standing in front of him wearing only jeans and a bra which lifted and separated her large breasts up even higher.
"Oh sweet merciful crap," he whispered as she reached between her tits and unsnapped the lacy bra, letting it fall away from her breasts, held to her body only by the shoulder straps.
But Kyle didn't care about that, because now he was staring in wonder at her perfectly shaped, large mammaries standing firmly on her chest, nipples pointing up, erect and looking oh so tasty.
She moved forward, standing in front of him, eye to eye with him due to his position on the desk. She took his hands and lifted them to her breasts, placing his nervous hands on her tits. She moaned as Kyle, fighting to suppress his excitement, lightly pulled & pinched at her nipples, his hands squeezing her large, firm breasts.
He gasped and his hands closed down tight on her beautiful tits momentarily when she slid her hand under his belt and gripped his already hard cock in her hand. She smiled at his reaction and ran her hand down over his meat, which was erect but unable to push out straight due to his jeans.
Her other hand left his, leaving him free to feel up her breasts as he pleased, and she unzipped his pants, pulling into view his hard cock, which was slightly longer than average at about 8 inches.
His shaft seemed to throb and swell in Carol's hand, and unable to resist any longer she lowered herself down to his lap.
Kyle, unaware of what was going on, leaned forward so that his hands could stay on her breasts, and again they tightened on her mammaries when he felt her tongue lightly flick over his cockhead.
Seconds later she was wrapping her tongue around & under the red helmet of his soldier, lapping along his hard meat, planting wet kisses all over her lover's cockshaft. She kissed all the way down, and then surprised him by lightly licking his balls.
"Oh Carol!" he cried, "I...."
"Shhh," she whispered at him, looking up from his lap, then rubbed her face against his cock, letting it rub all over her face, across her lips and cheeks, her nose and forehead. He groaned as he felt her hot skin and smooth, clean hair all over his cock and balls.
Kyle's eyes widened as he felt the tip of her tongue press into his piss hole, then she was pulling away and licked his cockhead again with quick, broad strokes of her tongue.
"Oh man!" cried Kyle, his hands coming off of her breasts and sliding between her long, black hair, grabbing the sides of her head and hunching his cock forward.
She'd been expecting this and was ready, opening her mouth and allowing him to push forward past her lips. He stared at her in astonished, happy surprise as inch after inch of his cock buried itself into her mouth, until she had all eight inches of his penis inside her mouth, her throat spasming around his cockhead as she fought her body's natural gag reflex.
Seemingly aroused by the presence of Kyle's cock in her mouth, Carol began to pull back and then slam forward, fucking his cock with her mouth, using her lips like an oral pussy.
Kyle groaned, leaning back across the desk, his hands sliding out of her hair as he hunched his hips up slightly, jabbing his cock slightly up and down inside her sweet, sucking mouth. He stared into Carol's eyes, seeing the red hot lust in them, all coherent thought lost in sexual desire, her throat making unintelligible but happy sounding noises around the prick inside of her mouth.
She breathed easily through her nose, her respiration seemingly unaffected by the large male organ inside her mouth. She breathed out every time she lifted her mouth back off his cock, then sucked air back in at the same time she plunged her mouth back down onto his crotch until his pubic hair was pressing against her nose.
Her saliva was all over his cock, wetting his pubic hair as it ran down his hard shaft, her mouth getting fucked by her boyfriend's cock, jacking him off with her lips.
With a groan, Kyle sat up and slid his hands beneath her hair again, then he dropped his feet to the ground and stood up, gripping the back of her head and forcing his cock deeper than ever inside of her mouth.
He plunged his cockmeat deep into Carol's mouth, obscenely hunching his hips, fucking her mouth like it was a cunt, pulling his cockhead out of her mouth almost to the point of total withdrawal, then ramming it back down into her, throat fucking her.
"Oh shit, Carol!" cried Kyle, "I think I'm gonna blow my fucking load!!!!"
He slammed his cock deep into her mouth, pressing his meat deeper and deeper into her throat, loving the feel of her hot mouth around his entire cock as she fondled his balls with her fingers, tickling him towards the inevitable orgasm.
Carol's lust-driven eyes jerked open and stared up at Kyle joyfully as she felt his cock twitch inside of her mouth.
"AAHH!!!" he cried out in satisfaction as he ground his lap against her face, his cock crammed fully into her mouth, his balls drawing tight in her hand, her nose buried into his pubic hair.
And then he was cumming, shooting thick streams of stringy sperm into her mouth, slamming against the back of her throat, deep down into her stomach.
He groaned happily, his head leaning back, hands buried in her hair, cock pressing into her mouth, her breasts squashed against his legs.
"AH!" he cried, and pulled his now incredibly sensitive cock from her mouth, falling back onto the desk, a sated, dreamy smile on his face.
Carol wiped her mouth and smiled, staring at her happy lover in satisfaction, and then she began to unbuckle her jeans.
"Now it's my turn."
JLA Watchtower - June 6th - 6:30 AM.
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Catwoman scampered through The Hall Of Justice, still naked but not so confident now.
After leaving Plastic Man in The Medical Lab, she'd wondered about, enjoying the fact that she was walking around on the Moon, naked!
About an hour earlier Batman and Huntress had come up through the teleporters and she'd rushed away again.Although her main desire now was to finally seduce The Bat, she knew that wasn't likely to happen when he was with another JLA'er. She had gone back to The Medical Lab, woken up Plastic Man, and kicked him out of her bed, the man being so confused over the turn of events, as well as a little embarrassed to have fallen asleep on the job, that he'd just left the Lab and stood guard like he hadn't moved since Batman left Catwoman there.
But Batman and Huntress had merely gone to The Monitor Womb, talked with The Flash for a while, then made a cursory check on Plastic Man to make sure Catwoman was still asleep. When he confirmed this, without any preamble or immature pranks, the three had left.
Plastic Man had gone in to check on Catwoman again and found her asleep, so he'd gone past the Armory, through The Hall Of Justice, past the Teleporters and Reception Area, up through the Dining Area, Kitchen and Lounge to the Living Quarters where he showered and decided to take a quick nap before going back on guard duty.
Of course, by the time he was in Reception, Catwoman had ceased feigning sleep and was prowling about The WatchTower, naked again and loving it.
Until Superman had returned with Batman, Huntress and The Flash. She cursed as she rushed into The Medical Lab again; she would happily seduce any one of them - including Huntress - if she could just get them alone. But they were always hanging out together, it was just so fucking annoying!
"The sphere Catwoman stole was being designed for The Military," Batman explained as they entered The Hall Of Justice, "Being designed by MaxiDrive Enterprises, which is a hidden subsidiary of LexCorp."
"Luthor," muttered Superman.
"He's not behind this one," replied Batman, "Although I wish he was, it's always easier going against the devil you know than the devil you don't."
"Almost literal in this case," muttered Huntress.
"The sphere is designed to accept chips being designed by another company - Widget Werks - which is just a front for a wing of U.S. Military Research," Batman continued, "The sphere then projects a signal in all directions, passing through dirt, rock, concrete, reinforced titanium, human flesh and bone, anything."
"What kind of signal?" asked The Flash.
"A signal that affects the chemical makeup of the human brain, affecting different portions of the brain's hemispheres. It can be used to make people mad, happy, manically depressed, sexually aroused or just forget their entire existence."
"For what purpose?" asked Superman, confused, "Why would our Military design a device like this?"
"For use in the field," replied Batman, "Wars are generally fought facelessly, flying in bomb attacks from countries away. Imagine if planes could fly in hundreds of these spheres, dropping them into enemy territory and sending enemy soldiers temporarily mad, happy, angry or send them on the equivalent of a thirty-day drug trip... which is how long the sphere's signal lasts. Then our troops come in, with some kind of device which blocks the signal, of course, and capture them, winning a war without blood being spilled."
"But who knows if the effects are longer lasting in the human brain?" snapped The Flash angrily, "And what about the innocent bystanders? They'll be just as affected as the soldiers, who could be on this equivalent of a drug trip you were talking about and happily blow each other's brains out... or one of their bomb controllers could set off missiles," he paused, his face becoming shocked, "Man, what if they had nuclear weapons?"
"Calm yourself," Batman replied, "I didn't say I agreed with it, I'm just reporting the facts."
"What's the range of these spheres?" asked Huntress, remembering a recent encounter with another woman claiming to be The Huntress, during which she had suddenly been overcome with strong sexual feelings towards the other woman.
"Just one can affect anybody up to a ten square mile radius, both up, down, left, right, diagonally and horizontally, although the range can be set lower than that if required and directions left out."
"Shit," muttered The Flash, "What if a plane was going overhead?"
They entered The Medical Lab, putting Maxima into the bed adjacent to Catwoman, setting restraints that would hold even the powerful former JLA'er. Batman took a moment to check Catwoman, who was asleep (for real this time, she'd had a long night), and then the four of them were heading up the lift into the Research Lab, where Steel was waiting.
Limbo - Outside Of Time And Space.
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"This is where dead people go," said Zauriel, staring out of one of the large windows set all around The Aerie, designed to let the sun flow in all day long. Now, in Limbo, all it did was show the white nothingness of their surroundings.
"Where are they?" asked Supergirl, who was still naked but no longer concerned over her nudity. Zauriel seemed totally unconcerned about her nakedness, which didn't really go along with some of the stories that Wonder Woman had told her.
"Limbo's a big place," Zauriel replied, "And it's really different for everyone who comes here, although it still looks like this... uh," he frowned and waved his hand, "It's very metaphysical, I don't know how to explain it to you without causing your frontal lobes to bleed."
He sighed and sat down, bringing his knees up to his chest, "When I say dead people, I mean people who haven't passed on to heaven or hell or whatever their concept of the afterlife is... and one freaky guy called Prometheus who's got a Salvador Dali-ish house sitting in the rich district on Nothing Street, in the Suburb of Nowheresville."
Supergirl looked at him, confused.
"Was that a joke?" she asked.
"Kind of," he replied, "I really haven't got used to mortal humor yet, people get offended by stuff sometimes and love it other times, it's all so wei... hey, you're naked!"
She was somewhat taken aback by this sudden change in subject, and was once again made painfully aware of her nudity. She shifted her thigh to cover the small triangle of pubic hair between her legs and lifted her arm to cover her large, firm breasts.
"Oh relax!" laughed Zauriel, "I've more important things to worry about than ogling some beautiful, naked superheroine... besides, it wouldn't be a very Angelic thing to do, would it?"
"But you're... well,.... you know?"
"Fallen?" he asked, a smile on his face, "Actually my status was updated to Heaven's Champion On Earth, although having this high-tech flesh suit has given me some interesting problems... I'll tell you, I wanted to eat and drink forever until it all caught up with me and I had to find out the hard way about restrooms."
Supergirl let out a shocked beal of laughter, completely taken aback by an Angel talking about bowel motions. Then she took on a serious slant, sitting down a few yards from Zauriel and leaning forward towards him.
"Who.. what, was that thing that sent us here?" she asked him.
"Whoa," muttered Zauriel, shaking his head, "That was heavy, I never thought I'd see that monster again in my life."
"You know him?"
"I know of him," replied The Angel, "He's... unique, to say the least. He's the first and only son of a Fallen Angel, the only thing to ever be born in Hell, not spawned like other demons and goblins."
"He's the Son of Satan?" asked Supergirl, her eyes widening.
"No, one of Satan's Lieutenants, a female Angel who fell with him, one of the Host who joined with Lucifer to try and overthrow The Presence. No one knows how she became pregnant, some say to a demonspawn, others say to a human male... still others say he IS Satan's son. Only The Presence knows for sure, and not many people care to grill The Presence about things like that."
"Why haven't I heard of something like this before?" Supergirl asked, "I read up most of the religious stories I could after I got my wings, I've never heard of anything like this."
"Neron... that's just one of The Prince Of Darkness' many guises," explained Zauriel, "Obliterated his loyal servant, the Angel who bore the child, and took it under his wing, training him to be his most loyal and deadly servant. They were Mentor and Protege, never apart for even a moment, a dark bastardization of father and son that threatened to raise a shadow over the entire world."
"So what happened?" asked Supergirl, leaning on her elbows, completely oblivious to her nudity now.
"As always with people who walk the dark path, they had a falling out over just who would lead and who would follow. Unbeknown to Neron, his protege, Dominic, spread dissension among his ranks and raised an army against his mentor, who survived an attempt to overthrow him through pure luck. He was defeated, completely and utterly without hope of victory, and the army turned on their master, his lieutenants thinking to remove Dominic as well and take rulership themselves. In the confusion Neron was able to seize power once again and locked his protege away forever, killed the lieutenants who had joined the revolution and threatened the worst tortures imaginable to anyone who ever mentioned him again, even indirectly."
"But he got out?" asked Supergirl, leaning closer than ever, somehow unconsciously drawn to him, perhaps sensing some kind of kinship between them.
"Apparently, yes," nodded Zauriel, who was also pulling closer and closer, again unconsciously, "I had a strange feeling for several days that something bad was going to happen in Los Angeles, and went so far as to ignore a JLA Emergency Call in case I missed this calamity.Then I felt his presence, muted as it was, it was enough for me to recognize immediately, even though I had only ever heard of him. I rushed back and found him prepared to do who knows what to you, probably out of some desire to desecrate my Aerie and corrupt you, as an Earthborn Angel you'd be a great prize to him.
"Great prize," she whispered, her face inches from his.
"Yes," he replied, and one gloved finger smoothly stroked her cheek, "You're so beautiful, innocent, the closest thing I've seen to another Angel since coming to Earth."
"I..." she started, and he pressed a finger to her lips, quieting her.
"Shhh," he said, and they kissed. | 1 |
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Age Of Onslaught
Part 37/37
And they did... their hearts heavy with sorrow and rage, the symphony of their powers building to a mighty crescendo as they hit Onslaught's struggling form with everything they had. And then the crescendo ended and was replaced by a giant explosion as the collected psionic, magnetic and reality-altering energy stored inside of it was released.
To defeat the greatest threat the world had ever known, two men who had always held the same goal but differing philosophies stood together, prepared to sacrifice themselves, to allow their very existence to be wiped out by those they'd known, laughed and loved with. No longer would the world know fear from Magneto, but they would never again have the chance to see his inner nobility, his great dream for him and his kind to live free of persecution. No longer would Xavier be there to guide his X-Men, to preach his message and dream of hope for a peaceful unity between man and mutant.
No longer.
They died so that Onslaught, the sum of their darkest fears and desires, would be no longer.
And he was.
Where the mighty monster had been was now nothing but scorched earth, the last mark of The Onslaught that had threatened to wash over the entire world.
The Man-Thing stumbled to its feet, no longer interested in the proceedings, and shambled away into the swamps, disappearing beneath the water.
Cyclops dropped to his knees, closed his eyes and said goodbye to a man who had been like a father to him.
Susan Richards clung to her son, who had long since ceased crying and stared up at his mother with wide eyes.
"What's the matter, Mom?" he asked, "Didn't the good guys win?"
"Yes," she replied, tears running down her cheeks, "It's a different kind of crying."
And also, she felt a moment of sadness for those left behind in The Age Of Apocalypse, which would have ceased to exist by now. Even though they were better off living in this world, never having known The AOA had happened, she couldn't help but feel that they weren't the same person, that the people she'd left behind had been unique.
"Well, Eternity?" asked Warlock, "Have I performed my mission adequately?"
ADEQUATELY, replied Eternity, IT IS NOT OVER YET.
Warlock raised an eyebrow.
"I ended The Age Of Apocalypse, I showed the humans how to defeat Onslaught, what more do you want?"
Eternity said nothing.
Franklin, seeing his mother's sadness, wanted to do something to help. As he hugged her, he wished to himself that somehow he could fix whatever it was that made her sad.
And his barely awoken powers responded.
"Don't worry, Mom," he murmured sleepily, tired by his exertions even though he didn't know what he'd done... on a conscious level at least, "Juba Lee will be fine."
He fell asleep in her arms.
"Where'd everyone go?" asked Jubilee.
"I am not sure, liebchen," said Nightcrawler, looking about, "But I get the strangest feeling that we've seen the last of any of our self-imposed dictators."
"Hallelujah," muttered Robbie.
The Crystallization Wave washed over the Universe, then kept going, leaving it behind.
"What was that?" asked Weapon X, looking about.
"I'm not sure," said Jean Grey, "Something strange... but nowadays that's not so strange."
"We better get down to the lower levels," said Radius, looking through the hole in the wall at The Eurasian Fleet approaching, "Before The Euro's blast us all to Kingdom Come."
"A superlative idea," muttered Shaman, helping a groaning Banshee to his feet, "Come."
Marrow grabbed Radius by the hand (his forcefield had still not returned, good riddance he thought to himself) and pulled him close to her body, protectively.
"Stay close to me, pretty boy," she said, "I'll keep you safe."
The humans and mutants moved easily together, brought together by strife and fear, to safety.
NOW YOUR MISSION IS DONE, said Eternity to Warlock, I DID NOT WANT MY ESSENCE ALTERED, BUT IT IS IMPORTANT I EVOLVE. THE MULTIVERSE WILL EXPAND ACCORDINGLY TO MY DESIRES.
"You wanted the real Universe and The Age Of Apocalypse to co-exist?" cried Warlock incredulously, "And you were willing to put us through all that in the hope that one small boy would unconsciously help you evolve?"
YES, replied Eternity simply.
"I don't think I'll ever understand you," the golden-skinned man muttered.
YOU'RE NOT MEANT TO.
Warlock turned to leave, to slip out of the whiteness and return to Monster Island, then he turned back.
"Eternity, you didn't have to use me as your agent in all this, you could have got Roma or even Quasar... why me? Are you preparing me for something?"
Eternity opened its mouth, then shook its head.
EVEN YOU, ADAM WARLOCK, HAVE TO WAIT TO FIND OUT WHAT'S NEXT, the embodiment of all that is replied, GOODBYE, WARLOCK.
And he was back on Monster Island.
Epilogue.
This time they did not make love in a tent, but in their own beds in The Falls Edge Facility where X-Factor made their home.
"It's only a temporary thing," Valerie Cooper had stressed to them, "After all, you are an outlaw group."
"Strange," Scott Summers said to his wife, Jean Grey, "I don't feel like an outlaw after saving first the Universe and then the world."
"With a little help," replied Jean with a smile, not letting her husband's ego get too big.
"Yeah," he replied with a smile, holding his thumb and forefinger barely apart, "Just a little."
"My, my, there's hope for you yet, was that a joke?"
They laughed together.
From the moment he'd returned she'd known, the flux in the astral plane had mysteriously disappeared and their mindlink had re-opened as strong as ever. She and the other heroes and mutants had gotten into the Quin-Jet and she'd led them to Florida, where their missing compatriots had been waiting, informed by Scott that they were coming.
Reed had been shocked by the appearance of his son, the blocked memory returning the moment he'd seen him. After holding his sleeping child for a great length of time, he'd run sensor sweeps of everything, remarking at the large psionic residue in the air, particularly over the scorched area of earth by the swampwater. Eventually, they'd gone their separate ways, Spiderman claiming that his wife was going to kill him for being in Florida without her.They'd laughed, not realizing that he wasn't joking.
Now, a week after Onslaught's defeat, things seemed remarkably like they had been before everything had happened. The only differences were that now they had a real roof over their heads and Jean's telepathy was restored. She claimed that Onslaught had been using Xavier's skills to manipulate the mind of every psi-potential on the planet, making their telepathic messages circle and loop around. The astral plane had never really been in flux, its users had just been fooled into thinking it was.
Scott smiled and leaned forward, kissing his wife lightly on her ruby red lips. She raised her own head as their lips brushed against each other, parting them slightly and kissing him back, and then they were probing into each other's mouths with their tongues. The kiss lasted a while, both of them enjoying not just the taste of each other, but the fact that they were back together the way they were meant to be, that sense of intense closeness and oneness that they always felt when they were together.
When the kiss finally broke, Jean took a long breath and groaned happily, feeling his hand slide beneath the sheets of the bed and cupping one of her large, firm breasts. His hand massaged and kneaded the firm, round globe of her breast while her hand slid down between his boxer shorts and encircled the base of his cock shaft. They kissed again, pressing harder, his fingers rubbing at her erect nipples as her hand slid up and down his aroused organ.
With more force than usual, Scott slid his tongue into her mouth as he increased the pressure against her lips. He straddled her and she unconsciously used her telekinetics to support his weight on her stomach. This time the extra passion was not to relieve Jean's tension, but a reaction of Scott's need after being separated from her and yet so close to her. He'd had to watch Jean Grey and Weapon X and their obvious love for each other, knowing that on that world he had to let his love for the beautiful redhead go. Also, she knew that he still felt a great deal of unnecessary guilt over his part in the death of Xavier. His rational mind understood it had been necessary, but his subconscious mind kept coming back with the traditional what if's? and maybe if I's? This lovemaking was a way of putting all that aside and feeling safe in the arms of a woman who was a constant in his life, someone he could always depend on and love.
She had always loved being on top, and he wasn't too surprised when she rolled them over so that now she was straddling him, her firm naked body as exciting to him as the first time he'd walked into his room and found her lying naked in bed, waiting for him. He was happy to lay back and let her take control, staring up at her beautiful face framed by shoulder-length red hair, her slender neck sloping down to full, firm breasts with small, erect nipples. Her narrow waist widening out at the hips and moving down to long, luscious legs. Between her thighs rested the greatest treasure of all, her magnificent vagina, pink lips shaven free of hair with only a small rectangle of red pubic hair above it. He only wished he could get a look at her magnificent ass, the smooth white globes never failed to get a rise out of his cock.
She smiled slyly at her husband, then ran her fingernails up and over the underside of her breasts, lightly flicking her nipples. She gave a small shudder of delight and her smile grew wide to match Scott's. She began playing with her nipples, making small circles against the hard, pink nubs. With that same sly grin on her face, her hand cupped the underside of her breast and lifted it, by bringing her head down and pushing out her tongue, she was able to lightly lick her nipples, making them glisten with a combination of sweat from the heated confines of the tent and her own saliva.
Scott let out a little moan and Jean knew that if she leaned back even a little bit, she would feel his hard cock press against her. No sooner did the thought cross her mind than she did so, loving the heat of the head of his dick against her flesh.
"Come on, Jean," he moaned, "You know what I want!"
Jean smiled, ignored his unspoken (verbally at least) request and leaned forward so that her breasts hung just within his mouth's reach.
"Hey," she said, "You know they taste nice!"
Scott reached up and closed his hands around her round, firm globes of tit-flesh, despite their apparent firmness they were still pliant. Lifting his head, he took one erect nipple in his mouth and lightly sucked on it, his tongue making small circles of saliva around her nipples. Jean moaned happily and slid a finger down between her thighs, where her vagina was coating his stomach with her juices. She lifted her ass slightly and slid her fingers between her pink pussy lips, fingering herself as her husband sucked on her tits.
He lifted himself into a sitting position and wrapped his arms around his beautiful wife, still playing with her nipples with his tongue, alternating between each one, leaving the nipples and a small circle of flesh around each one glistening with saliva.
"Okay," she said, "Time for little Scott to get his dinner."
"Who said he was little?" grunted Scott in mock grumpiness.
She giggled and kissed him, then slid her fingers back from out of her pussy, but kept them down there, parting her lips. Then she raised her ass and slid back slightly, Scott loosening his grip on her to make it a bit easier.
Then with practiced ease, she lowered herself down onto his cock.
They both moaned happily, him at the feel of her velvety pussy parting around his dick and also the friction of her fingers as inch after inch of his cock sank into her tight cunt. She at the glorious feeling as he filled her completely, making them one together.
She gripped his shoulders and leaned forward, kissing him again, not so long this time but with as much passion. Their tongues twined against each other, then they broke apart. Holding onto his shoulders, she began to slide up and down, gently rising and falling, her cunt sliding up and down his now lubricated cock, which glistened with her cunt juices. Her tits rose and fell, up and down, dropping sweat off her erect nipples as she slid up and down, her cunt slapping against the base of his dick with each downswing.
She gyrated her hips, making little circles which made the sensations running through each their laps even more intense. Her moans seemed timed to his, which was only natural, considering that they had never grown tired of each other in bed and had had a long time to know each other's bodies inside out.
"Oh Jean," he moaned, "So good, so good!"
"I know...huh yes...I know what you like," she cried, pounding up and down faster and faster, her ass pounding against his thighs, her cunt against his cock and they both knew they were on the brink.
"Just as much as you!" he moaned, "Oh Jean, it feels so good!"
The sight of her tits bouncing up and down, the feel of her pussy around his cock, the look of lust on her face, even the way her hair got sweaty and plastered against her face turned him on so much. He didn't need to describe this to her, via their mindlink she knew it all already.
It was via this same mindlink that he felt her pleasure, felt the steadily building intensity of her oncoming orgasm, felt the same feelings she felt.
He wouldn't be able to hold much longer, and he didn't have to, all he had to do was hold off cumming, prolonging the pleasure that came before orgasm, until she was ready to cum as well. He held her in his arms, staring into her eyes as she bounced up and down, her cunt clasping his cock tightly.
Jean knew he was holding it off, and she knew that her own orgasm was fast coming, she didn't try to hold it back, the steadily building pleasure was already more than she could handle. The tenseness was just brilliant. She lifted her ass up higher than before and then dropped back down, buffering the impact with her telekinesis so she felt only the pleasure, none of the pain.
She did this several times, each time grinding her cunt against the base of his cock before lifting back up, her cunt lips pulling out as if they didn't want to release the fat cock inside of her.
"I can feel it, I can feel it coming!" she cried, her eyes half closed, "I'm going to cum Scott, can you feel it."
Scott nodded, his own eyes closing behind the visor, feeling the intensity of their coupling, the feel of her pussy around his cock and the sensations of the clasping cunt lips every time she rose and fell was driving him to the limits.
"THIS IS IT!" they screamed together.
Juices exploded from within Jean, a small spray managing to free itself past her tightly clasping cunt, the rest held in by the effective plug of Scott's cock. At the same time as this, as her cunt lips squeezed down even tighter than before, Scott was grunting and firing his sperm deep into her vagina. Jean's cunt ground hard down as he pushed his own hips up and they stayed that way for a long time, trying to keep the pleasure going as long as possible.
Finally, their sweaty bodies relaxed and Scott fell backwards, pulling Jean with him. Her tits pressed against his muscular chest and she smiled at him, still feeling his cock hard inside her, although soon it would soften and come free, along with her contained pussy juices.
"Wow," she said.
"Wow," he replied.
They both giggled.
It was good to be back.Blink stood at the head of the driveway leading up to Professor Xavier's Massachusetts Academy. She turned back to the man she had brought with her, her rib still hurt, but she figured the Academy's advanced technology would help speed up the healing process.
"Are you sure you won't come in?" she asked him, "You don't have to stay."
Victor Creed smiled at her, not the normal, sadistic smile the inhabitants of this world associated with him, but a warm and charming smile.
"Thanks for the offer, kid," he said, "But what I've learned of myself in this world indicates my presence wouldn't be appreciated in there."
She rushed forward suddenly and hugged him, startling the powerful mutant who awkwardly patted her back with one, large hand.
"I'm just glad Doom knocked me back to my senses," he said, "Who knows what I might have done to any of you? And now I'm in this beautiful, green world, I wish Rogue could have seen it."
"Reed Richards says the Multiverse has gotten larger," said Blink, "I don't know how he knows, but he told Cyclops that it means that somehow your world still exists... maybe Rogue will get a chance to make it like this world?"
"If anyone could," said Creed with a far-off look in his eyes, "She's the lady to do it."
He broke away from her and turned around, he turned his head back once and smiled at her, and then he was off down the road, marveling at the beautiful colors all about him that so many took for granted.
Blink sighed, turned about and headed up the driveway.
Reed Richards and Susan Richards stood in the doorway together, staring at their sleeping son.
"I can't believe we forgot he even existed," Susan said, shaking her head.
"Forget that, darling," Reed said, kissing her forehead, "Let's just be happy that we're a family again."
"FLAMING MATCHSTICK!" they heard a dim roar of anger from The Thing far on the other side of the building, "YOU TAPED OVER THE USUAL SUSPECTS WITH MISS WORLD '98!!!"
Reed and Sue chuckled.
"Now, my dear," he said, sliding his hands around her waist and placing his head on her shoulder, "Tell me about what you got up to with Jubilee?"
"You aren't mad?" she asked, she'd told him about her lesbian adultery the night after they returned from Four Freedoms Plaza.
"Not at all," he said with a smile, kissing her lightly on the lips, "You were trapped in another Universe and under a great deal of stress, for all you knew I was non-existent forever... just don't make a habit of it," he smiled, "Or leave me and run off to join Generation X."
She laughed as he picked her up, carrying her down the hallway towards their bedroom.
"Although the way things were turned upside down in that world, I'm just glad you didn't end up sleeping with Doom!" he joked.
"Actually," she said with a wicked grin, "I might just tell you some of the stories I heard about Madripoor."
Bastion stood looking out over the desert landscape, the sand and hills looked almost blue in the clear moonlight.
"A beautiful night," he said, "A portent maybe? A sign that the heavens are with us?"
Soon, Operation: Zero Tolerance would begin. It would have started earlier if not for a serious setback with M-13.
They'd taken Xavier's seemingly mindless body from the ruins of the Mansion he'd blown up to keep out of Bastion's clutches. Bastion had hoped that Xavier would wake up and they'd be able to use him against such threats to humanity like the X-Men, but just over a week ago it had been reported that prisoner M-13's vital signs had disappeared, he was dead.
When Bastion had come to check the body, there had been a smile on the man's face.
It had taken Cable a week to get home, he'd had a lot to deal with, explaining to X-Factor just what had happened while he'd been inside of Onslaught and suggesting ways they could safeguard against a similar threat in the future.
Also, he'd had to deal with Nate Grey, The X-Man, with the return of their telepathy at full force the two had been in a great deal of pain whenever they came in proximity to each other.
But now he was home.
He walked to the door, wishing that someone had answered the phone whenever he'd rung, he'd wanted to assure Domino he was all right, she must have been worried sick about him.
He opened the door and a giant, bursting at the seams, trash bag was thrust into his hands.
"And where the hell have you been?" Domino asked with a dangerous glint in her eyes and a rolling pin being thumped into her hand.
"Oh boy," said Cable.
He stared down at the wasted corpse, lying on the X-shaped table, machines uselessly trying to keep it alive. But it was pointless, the thing that had once been Nathaniel Essex was dead, killed by Apocalypse who had then met his own fate at the hands of Cable and the X-Men (*).
"You squandered your opportunities," the man said, then ordered the machines to stop their misguided, ineffective ministrations, "There is a glut of genetic material here and you wasted all your efforts on Summers, and look where it got you."
He would be different, his purpose was to guide human development to its highest point. Nothing could be allowed to interfere with this important work, the tree of human development had grown wild and heavy, the quantity decreasing the quality. He would allow nothing to interfere in his work now, he had to prune the genetic dead-ends away.
"Of course," he said, "There are those who will not understand my grand cause, I suppose I must be prepared to combat them if... when, we come up against each other."
Still, in a world without Apocalypse, Magneto or Xavier, his work would largely proceed unchecked.
He once again congratulated himself on unlocking the secrets of temporal energy to open up a temporal tunnel to Israel's past, a once-only trip that had burned out the raw material (The two Bishops) but let him watch the events of twenty years ago unobserved, then slide through the temporal vortex, unseen by the others.
Indeed, Sinister had a right to congratulate himself.
(*) - As recounted in Something Sinister This Way Comes, available upon request from: [email protected]
Dr Doom sat in his castle, angrily brooding.
He'd never been defeated before, only suffered setbacks, but this time he'd been made to look a fool at the moment that should have been his greatest triumph.
AND BY HIMSELF!
The most galling fact was that he couldn't get revenge, the person who had beaten him, the AOA version of himself, was dead and beyond his revenge. He knew that the AOA still existed, his scanners and intricate measuring instruments told him the Multiverse had expanded immensely, indicated The Age of Apocalypse now existed as a real alternate Universe, and therefore had already branched off countless other alternate realities of its own. But Victor Von Doom, democratically elected Monarch of Madripoor, was dead, gone on to his eternal reward.
"M...master," muttered one of his assistants.
Doom turned to glare at the man, not saying anything.
The wretched man gulped, gathered his courage and spoke.
"There is a.... scientist here."
"Why would Doom want to see another scientist?" muttered Doom, "There are plenty here already, none of them capable of understanding Doom's genius."
"Sir.... he's quite insistent."
Doom's interest was piqued, this man was scared of this scientist almost as much as he was scared of Doom.
"Bring him in," he said.
Moments later, Dr Doom forgot all about his defeat, felt a new series of plans fall into place.
"Hey Vic," said The Hulk, wearing a large, unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt and sunglasses, carrying gigantic suitcases, "You filled that job of mine yet?"
"I don't want to do it," Deadpool said, sulking.
They sat on top of a hill, overlooking the ocean, they were in Ireland. Terry had said she wanted to see the land of her birth as it had been in stories, green and vital.
"Come on, Wade," she said with a smile, "Stop being so daft and take the silly thing off."
"Terry," he said, "Underneath this mask ain't a pretty sight, my healing factor is constantly keeping my cancer in check and it mucks up the skin pretty bad. At its best I look like a dried up riverbed."
"Do ye think I care what ye look like?" she said with a smile, she had her arms wrapped around his neck and her breasts were pressing against his chest. He was trying very hard not to be achingly aware of that little fact, "I ken who you are on the inside, and ye're a very beautiful person."
She reached up and pulled his mask off, revealing his skin, which at the moment was rocky and craggy, like a more human version of The Thing. He closed his eyes and waited for the scream of terror, the blanch of disgust.
Instead, she kissed him, lightly on the lips.
"Ye daft twit," she said, "Are ye satisfied now that I love ye no matter what?"
And in response, Wade waxed eloquent in his love and appreciation for the Irish beauty, the love of his life.
"Guh."
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117,068 | Celebrity Hypnotist - Corruption In Hollywood - Chapter Four | Howdy folks, tell you what, I like the look of your face, so I'll do you a deal. How about, if you're over the legal age to view pornography in your state and/or country, then you can read the story below. However, if you are below that age, it is illegal for you to view this material, and I will not accept any responsibility if you read on regardless of my warning. Sound good? Great! Enjoy the story...
This is part four of my Celebrity Hypnotist series (a sequel to my Celebrity Rapist story). This chapter and chapter five are the 'Batgirl Chapters', dealing with Kim Basinger, Michelle Pfeiffer, Nicole Kidman, Drew Barrymore, Uma Thurman, and Alicia Silverstone.
The story so far is this: The CH has worked for a powerful, secret Organization (yep, one of them!) for the past decade. He is a Celebrity, but his identity has not been revealed yet. Over the last three chapters, he has had sex with Daphne Zuniga, Lisa Kudrow, Courteney Cox, Lauren Holly, Jennifer Aniston, Helen Hunt, Faith Ford, Mary Hart, and Tea Leoni.
At the end of Chapter Three, the CH walks into the Office of the Organization's Headman and meets Tom Cruise and Alec Baldwin, this is where Chapter Four begins...
BTW, if you miss any parts of this or if you want to make a request, pay a compliment, or give some constructive criticism, just drop me a line at:
[email protected]
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I then gave her the final instructions about cleaning up when she got back to her room. The next minute I spent bringing her slowly out of the trance.
"I hope they get things going soon," I said to her as she came back to herself, "Filming begins in ten minutes."
As she opened her mouth to say something, the lift suddenly shuddered and began moving again.
"Oh, thank goodness!" she said with a laugh.
When the elevator stopped, one of the operatives was waiting, dressed as a maintenance worker. He apologized profusely and explained what had gone wrong. As it was my 'stop', I said goodbye to Uma and stepped out. She smiled with that same distracted look on her face and took the lift up to the Penthouse.
"I gotta get going," I said to the man, "I really do have to get to filming!"
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Uma Thurman - aka Poison Ivy
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Later that night, she walked into the restaurant. The maitre'd - the very definition of the word fop - approached her with a mincing walk.
"Ms. Thurman," he said with obvious delight, "It is a pleasure to have your company!"
"Of course," she muttered, "Is...."
"Your dinner date is here, yes," replied the maitre'd happily, "Table three."
Uma walked past him, heading straight to where I waited at the table, smiling at her.
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"I have a dinner reservation," growled the man, wearing an expensive Armani suit and what seemed a permanent sneer.
"Sir," said the police officer, "There's been a crime, the road is blocked off. I doubt they'll be serving dinner anyway."
"Well, I never," snapped the man, turning around, he walked away, his cane tapping away.
"Jerk-off," muttered the officer, "How long?"
"He asked for an hour."
"An hour it is," laughed the man, who really was a police officer... but like I say, we have operatives everywhere!
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I stood up as Uma came to the table. She was wearing a long black dress that hugged her figure.
"You look wonderful," I said, taking her hand in mine and kissing it lightly, but instead of releasing her hand, I continued to kiss up her arm. She laughed good-naturedly as I kissed along her beautiful, toned arm. I kissed over her shoulder, past the black shoulder strap and up her neck. I could hear people murmuring in half-amusement/half-shock at this display, especially as the two of us were quite famous.
I continued to kiss up her neck and then the side of her face. Turning her head slightly, she opened her mouth, and we kissed, my tongue sliding past hers as we explored each other's mouths.
Now the amusement had become a low muttering of disapproval, of course, the good thing about rich people is they liked to complain but rarely did anything about it... they had their 'people' deal with things like that.
My right hand came up and cupped one of her breasts, while my left moved down and grabbed one asscheek. Now the muttering had become exclamations like 'well I never' and 'really', and I was loving it, because these dull, boring rich people were about to get a real shock when they saw what I had planned next.
Breaking the kiss, I grabbed her dress by the shoulder straps and pulled down, bringing the dress right down to her knees and revealing that she wasn't wearing a bra or panties.
Exclamations had now become gasps of shock and outrage, this was going to be the best bit.
As I pulled my pants down and stepped out of them, most of the customers were attempting to stand up and found they couldn't. They could still move all their limbs and so forth, they were unable to get out of their seats.
The maitre'd was - of course - one of our operatives, and we had chosen this restaurant especially for that reason. Getting hold of the reservations list, I visited everybody on the list and gave them the appropriate hypnotic conditioning. Then I had organized a couple of our operatives in the police force to block off the street over an imaginary crime (and in case any trouble came of it, we even had a fake crime scene setup!) so that no one would walk past the restaurant's window and see something they shouldn't.
I swept the tablecloth and utensils away and swept Uma off her feet and onto the table. She was breathing heavily in excitement; there was a part of her not conditioned by me that was getting off on this too, saying to hell with convention and doing what she pleased turned her on as much as it turned me on (that was probably why she had done that nude swimming that got caught on photograph), and she spread her legs eagerly, wanting to get fucked as much as I wanted to fuck her.
I gripped those beautiful tits I had been fucking just yesterday in my hands and began sucking on them, playing with her erect nipples with my tongue.
"Somebody do something!" cried one woman ineffectually, no one could do anything unless I let them, that was just the way things worked.
"We'll do something all right," gasped Uma in delight as I sucked on her breasts.
All of that had been scripted - by me - I was the one in charge here, I was the one who chose who moved and who talked.
I moved my hips up, and now my cock was just below her waiting pussy, ready for me to fuck her, as was my right.
Uma gasped in pleasure as she felt my cock press into her cunt, spreading her cuntlips apart. She was already wet; I had deliberately left out any instruction for her to get wet before I started fucking her to see if this turned her on as well, it seemed that it did.
"YES!" she squealed as I pushed my cock fully into her, "FUCK ME YOU BASTARD! FUCK ME!!!"
"I am," I whispered with a little grin.
I began fucking in and out, slamming my cock in and out of her tight little cunt, using short hard thrusts, fucking her on a table in a high-class restaurant while a bunch of rich fuckers sat around unable to do anything about it.
I loved the feel of her long, smooth white legs against mine, she was an incredible lay.Now that my cock was all lubed up, I began making longer thrusts, lifting my hips up until my cock was nearly all the way out of her tightly clasping pussy, then dropping straight back down so I was fully inside of her. I was fucking her faster and faster, getting into the rhythm now, bringing my hips up, then down, up then down, in and out, faster and faster.
As I now buried my face between her neck and shoulder, I could feel those big tits of hers rubbing up and down against my chest as I moved my hips up and down. I began bringing my hips down as far as I could, pushing my cock as deep into her as possible, pressing against her cervix.
Her hot, wet pussy felt so fucking good, I just wanted to cram as much of my cock inside of her as I could. Even as I fucked her, I could feel her raising her hips and grinding her cunt against me, her clit rubbing hard up against the base of my cock.
I was pumping my hard prick harder and faster into her juiced-up pussy, fucking her with deep, deep strokes.
"Yeah, you move your fucking ass around," I groaned as I felt her sliding her hips around against the table. I was only dimly aware of the cries and shouts of the outraged patrons of the restaurant, "You're fucking tight, give it to me! Give it to me!"
She was fucking me back for all she was worth, bouncing her hips up and down, squeezing her legs together around my waist in a desperate attempt to hold my cock buried deep inside of her.
"Yeah... you want it as much as I do, don't you?" I gasped happily, "Fucking good shit!"
She was squirming her beautiful, sweating ass around on the table, trying to get me to fill her completely. I was loving it, here was a woman who loved to fuck as much as I did. I kept slamming my cock in and out of her dripping slit.
I rammed my cock as hard into her cunt as I could, I wanted nothing less than to join with her completely, to have my cock fill every inch of her raging pussy. Every squeal of desire that came from her seemed to send a wave of pleasure through my body, and now she was approaching orgasm, she was ready to cum and I knew that could possibly knock me over the edge and make me cum too, but I didn't care... I'd fucked three women this week, she was my fourth and I had two more to go.
Arching my back, I reached down and grabbed her jiggling tits, kneading the firm, milky white mounds as I continued to fuck her on the table. Uma was trembling in ecstasy, ready to orgasm, her body tensing up beneath me, her cunt clamping down even tighter than before. Her feet were locked together around my waist, squeezing tighter and tighter now as she approached orgasm.
"ARRRHH!!!" she squealed, "This is it! I'M GONNA FUCKING CUUUMMMMM!!!!"
"Yeah," I moaned, "Take it, take every fucking inch!"
I looked down the length of her beautiful body, her huge, jiggling tits, her white belly, her pussy trimmed but not shaven, her pink pussy lips spread open by my cock as I slammed it in and out of her slit.
Her body suddenly tensed completely, her legs locking about me in a vicelike grip, her cunt the same. Looking up at her face, I saw that her mouth was wide open and she was exhaling a tiny stream of air, she didn't even have the breath to squeal any more.
Then she had to take a gasp of air, and immediately after that she began to make a high-pitched keening noise - a sound I would forever after associate with pure pleasure.
Now I can't speak for her, but in my opinion that would have had to have been the best orgasm Uma Thurman ever had, her entire body was locked in place for nearly thirty seconds, thirty seconds that I couldn't breathe due to her legs wrapped about my waist. That high-pitched keening continued for thirty seconds as well, and then it seemed like all the bones disappeared from the body, the keening tapered off and she lay beneath me, breathing heavily.
I was also locked up tense, trying to hold back my own orgasm, my face was contorted in both pleasure and pain, and then I allowed myself release and pumped cum deep into her, shooting stream after stream of thick, ropey sperm into her pussy.
Then I too collapsed, laying on top of her, the two of us desperately trying to catch our breath.
"That... that was... fucking fantastic," she gasped finally, "What... about the customers?"
I realized they were all yelling, calling out in their strident voices to be released.
"Fuck 'em," I muttered.
She began to laugh, and after a little bit, I got the joke and joined in.
After five minutes, I got up, my limp dick sliding out of her very, very wet pussy. Grinning at the large puddle of pussy juice on the table and floor, I set about the tiring task of removing this incident from the memories of my audience - the price for my decision to do this in front of the live audience.
"Gissup," I said, instantly shutting everyone up with the keyword I had installed in all of them when hypnotizing them to be unable to get out of their chairs, use cellphones or yell above a certain level.
When that was all done, I moved back to Uma, who was getting back into her dress while one of the waiters (all the staff of the restaurant were operatives) cleaned up the sweat and cum from the table and floor.
"Uma," I said, "Huckleniffle."
The keyword put her straight into a trance, and I began to talk, preparing her for the orgy.
"Uma, I know you probably want to shut the memory out of your mind, but remember Batman and Robin...?""I saw you at the movies," I growled, "Shaking that cute little ass of yours about, teasing everyone like every other woman in the world... you fucking teases deserve everything you get!"
"I... I don't know what you're talking about..." she started.
"Yeah... that Billy Zane had the right idea in Dead Calm," I growled, "Fuck you and that'll shut you up!"
She was staring at me in fear and disbelief, she couldn't believe this was happening... not to her, a movie star!
"Yeah," I continued, "I saw your ass in that movie, your nice, white ass... why shouldn't I have that? Huh? Huh!?"
"Listen... if you want money..."
"SHUT UP!" I roared, "Take that fucking robe off!"
She was wearing a pink, silken nightgown, you could practically see everything through it anyway.
"What? I..."
I pushed my finger forward and yelled.
"BANG!" I yelled, and she cringed back with a yelp, her mind telling her I had fired a gun like I had conditioned it to.
"Oh God... please don't kill me..." she cried, tears welling up in her eyes, "I'll do anything... just don't..."
"If you don't take that fucking robe off," I growled, "The next one won't miss."
Slowly she untied the little silken belt and let her robe drop to the floor, she stood shuddering, naked as the day she was born.
I ran an appreciative eye up the length of her body, taking in her long legs, shaven red pussy, skinny waist, fairly large breasts and beautiful face, that stared at me in terror.
"Get down on the bed," I said, "And spread your legs."
"Please... no... I..."
I pointed my finger at her again and she quickly complied, lying down on the bed, her entire body trembling in fear.
"Spread your legs," I muttered, when she didn't comply I repeated myself louder, "Spread them!"
"Please don't," she whimpered, "Please... I'm not on the pill."
I stifled a laugh, then looked at her thoughtfully.
"You've got a great ass," I said, "I saw it in Dead Calm and it drove me crazy."
She looked at me in incomprehension.
"What I'm saying, bitch," I growled, "Is that I might just consider fucking you up the ass instead... it's your choice, do I fuck your cunt or your ass?"
Her eyes had grown wide in disbelief again.
"Listen, whore," I snapped, "You've got till the count of five, and if you haven't decided by then I'll do you in the cunt AND the ass!"
"Please, I..."
"5."
"Wait..."
"4."
"You can't expect me to..."
"3."
"I'm begging you..."
"2."
"You can't just come in..."
"1."
She looked at me in fear, I opened my mouth to say the 0 and her resolve snapped.
"My ass! Do me in the ass!"
I grinned, "Perhaps," I said, "If you beg me!"
Her eyes widened in surprise, "What?"
"Get down on your knees, you uppity bitch," I growled, "And beg me to fuck you up the ass, and I might consider it."
She obviously couldn't believe this was happening, she would never know of course, that her own husband had come to me with this specific request - he wanted to see his wife dominated and made to be fucked up the ass - I don't know why, perhaps because she was taller and made him feel like less of a man? All I knew was I got to fuck Nicole Kidman up the ass.
Obviously her distaste for anal sex was overshadowed by her fear of pregnancy, because she hopped off the bed, got onto her knees and began to beg me as pathetically as possible for me to do her in the ass.
"Please," she whimpered, "Don't rape my vagina, do me up the ass I beg you."
"Do it better," I snapped.
"Please," she cried, realizing what I wanted, "Fuck me up the ass, I want it bad, I want you to shove your cock up my butthole and fuck my anus..."
"Enough," I said with a laugh, "Turn around and bend over that fucking bed."
She did as she was told, presenting that beautiful ass of hers to me, I felt my cock pressing hard against my black pants. I slid my pants down my legs and stepped out of them, then walked up and got down on my knees behind her. Pulling off my top I threw it over my head onto the bed, then ran my fingers over her milky white ass-cheeks.
Her entire body shook - it could have been fear, except I had conditioned her mind to make her body especially sensitive to touch after I spoke my keyword - and I knew it was with pleasure, which would be putting her mind in a whirl of confusion. I knew her nipples would be erect and her pussy a little wet, in fact I slid a couple of fingers inside her pussy, causing her to jump with shock.
"You said..."
"You want me to just shove it in?" I interrupted, "Or do you want it to be a little lubricated?"
She shut up as I pressed my fingers deep into her cunt, the wetness of her pussy testifying to her arousal. Her mind would be desperately trying to figure out why she was getting turned on by this.
Spreading her legs slightly I pushed my cock against her cunt, she moaned in mixed fear and desire, and then I was pressing inside of her, my cock filling up her tight cunt.
"Oh please don't cum," she cried, "Please, I don't want to get pregnant..."
"Shut up," I muttered, running my thumb over her clitoris as I stroked my cock in and out of the celebrity's cunt.
"Oooh... why is this happening," She cried, "I... ah!... I can't be... oohh! enjoying thieeeaaaahhhh!"
She came quickly, as my conditioning had instructed her to, her cunt clamping down on my cock as the embarrassed film star orgasmed after only five or six strokes of her 'rapist's' cock.
"That's some nice shit," I moaned, pulling loose from her cunt, "and true to my word, I'll give you your heart's desire and fuck you up the ass."
I had just been sucking on my fingers, now I moved my index finger down her asscrack and pressed it against the little puckered hole, her anus resisted my efforts at first, but soon the lubricated finger was pressing forward, moving apart the tight little muscles of her sphincter and pressing into her ass.
"Ooooh!" she cried, "It hurts..."
"Give it a sec, darling," I replied and pushed another finger against her asshole, trying to push it in besides the other one, soon it was also pushing into her asshole. She moaned in pain, not knowing that soon her body would start producing endorphins which would cause her to feel pleasure.
I began pumping my fingers in and out of her tight little asshole, stretching her anus so that it would be able to take all of my cock. Her moans of pain were becoming surprised - and unwanted - moans of pleasure now, and I knew it would soon be time to send ol' sparky in.
After half a minute or so I pulled my fingers out with a little 'pop', then grabbed her left asscheek with my left hand and my cock in my right, then directed it forward towards her tight little asshole.
"Well, you better be ready for me," I said, my knees pushing her legs apart. Nicole didn't fight it, she simply lay bent over the bed, gasping in shock at her surprise orgasm and the pleasure she had started to feel as I pumped my fingers in and out of her ass.
- What a view! - my mind thought as I stared down at her incredible ass. I pressed my cock against her asshole, then began pushing it in.
She squealed out in shock at the unexpected pain, feeling my member fill up her anal orifice. I began pressing forward slowly, the lubrication from her cunt allowing me to part her virgin ass without causing bleeding or unnecessary pain.
Inch by inch I pushed my cock deeper and deeper into her ass, filling the movie star's asshole with my cock. Soon I had gotten in all I was going to get in, and slowly I began to pull out, leaving a burning sensation in her ass that I had instructed her to find pleasurable.
"Huuuhhh!" she gasped as the sensations wracked through her body, "Gupppfff?"
As my cock was in danger of pulling free from her ass I pushed forward again, burying my rod deep into her anus once more. I set up a nice pumping motion, pushing in and out of her tight ass faster and faster. My hands gripped those beautifully rounded hips, my own hips raising and lowering, fucking her tight sphincter with all I had.
"What an ass!" I growled, "You fucking love that, don't you? You love getting fucked up the ass!"
And to her surprise and shame she screamed out, "YES, YOU BASTARD!" she squealed as she felt another orgasm coming, the sensations charging through her overly sensitive body, "FUCK ME! FUCK MY ASS!"
The feel of Nicole Kidman's tight ass squeezing around my cock as I slammed my member in and out of her rectum was driving me crazy, I knew I was going to cum any second now.
I held off as long as possible, and when her body began to shake and quiver with the onset of her second orgasm I buried my cock as deep as I could into her asshole and let myself go, firing shot after shot of sperm deep into her bowels.
"Yeeeesss!" I moaned and felt her ass clamping down hard as I came and she came, juices running down from her pussy, pooling at my knees.
After a couple of minutes to catch my breath and let her finish her orgasm I pulled my cock out of her ass and stood up on unsteady feet."Picklenick," I muttered, and her body relaxed, her muscles untensing as she lay still. "Nicole, my word is law. Understand that this never happened. Tom will come in a few minutes, and you'll be sitting on the bed in that robe, and you'll get on your hands and knees and beg him to fuck you up the ass, and you'll love it. And that will be all you remember, understand?"
"Yes," she muttered lightly. If I had been looking, I would have seen a perplexed expression on her face, but I was busy getting dressed.
"Good, and now onto more pleasurable matters. Remember when you played Chase Meridian in Batman Forever...?" | 1 |
117,149 | null | Harry started as the turbolift doors to the Bridge opened, then relaxed when several crewmembers came in with tools, ready to get to work on the consoles damaged in the battle with the gelatinous creatures. The Jem'Hadar guard who had been 'helping' him shifted back to its military pose, watching everything that was done with a vigilant eye.
Harry sighed, he had been unable to repair his science console, but had decided to call it a night, get some rest before his repair shift began. As he stood up, his console beeped. Frowning, he looked at the main monitor.
"What was that noise?" barked the Jem'Hadar.
Harry smiled, "I must have done something right, my console is fully operational again." He sat down at the console and began typing in commands, all thought of sleep banished from his mind. The Jem'Hadar watched him with suspicion for a few minutes, then, seeing he was just running a diagnostic, turned to keep an eye on the other crewmembers.
A few moments later, Harry stood up and stretched. "I'll see you all later," he said with a grin, "I'm going to catch some z's!" There was some good-natured grumbling from the other crewmembers. Harry shook his head with a wry grin and began to walk towards the turbolift, when he suddenly bolted forwards to Tuvok's Security Console.
"What are you doing?!" he yelled at the crewmember working there, "You've released the Brig Forcefield!"
As he pushed his startled crewmate away, he began punching in commands, but an instant later, the Jem'Hadar was pushing him aside.
"What is going on!" he yelled, his hands on the console, "The Brig's forcefields are not.. arrrrgghhhhh!!!!!"
An energy backlash fired through his system, causing intense pain and throwing him back several feet into the wall. His unrecognized bio-signature had activated the Security Console's defense measures, just as Harry had quickly programmed them to.
As the repair crew recovered from the shock, Harry took control of the Security Console, opening the Emergency Medical Hologram channel to Sickbay.
"Doctor," he said, typing in commands as he spoke, "It's Harold here, one of the Jem'Hadar has been injured, we need an emergency teleport to Sickbay. Tell Kess I'm fine, and I'll see her in our quarters in an hour."
The Doctor opened his mouth to say something, then nodded, yelling for Kess to activate the teleporter. Then he turned back to face Harry, "Thank you Harold, your message has been received."
Harry sighed with relief as he cut the connection, he hoped that the Jem'Hadar would not question why he had not used his comm badge, and that if they were indeed monitoring communications as he believed, it was only oral communications.
A second later, his theory was confirmed as three new Jem'Hadar stepped onto the Bridge, despite not being called for, and took their places in order to better 'help' facilitate repairs."Then hope isn't entirely lost," she said, "It's possible we could continue on to the Gamma Quadrant, then find that wormhole near DS9."
"If the Jem'Hadar are, in fact, enemies of Starfleet, then we would find ourselves in hostile enemy territory, and that's only if the wormhole is still active, it may have been destroyed in the time we have been gone."
"Okay then," said Janeway, "What else, Mr. Tuvok? Harry could have gone off duty, come down here and told us this, what's the big news?"
Tuvok typed in some more commands, then frowned, seeming almost surprised, "Mr. Kim has given us a visual reference of what he discovered, you will not like it, Captain."
Janeway watched as Tuvok brought the image up on screen, when it appeared, her eyes widened slightly, then they closed and she let out a sigh.
The image Harry had caught at the very limits of the long-range sensors' scanning reach was a ship, racing towards them at a leisurely Warp 4, neither coming fast nor slow, just coming in an inexorable, undeniable way. But it wasn't just any ship. It was a Borg Cube.
Tom took a few seconds to register that it was Harry standing in the doorway, even then he wasn't sure what was going on, he knew he wasn't due back on repair shift for at least three hours.
"Harry?"
"Tom," replied the ensign, looking about worriedly, "I don't have time to explain, but we have to get out of here... immediately!"
"Harry, what the hell are you talking about?" Tom asked, rubbing his still tired eyes, "My duty shift doesn't start till...."
"Come on!" snapped Harry, once again looking around, "The Jem'Hadar patrolling this deck will be back soon."
Tom sighed, "Okay, whatever, just let me get back into my uniform and I'll...."
"No time!" snapped Harry, grabbing Tom by the arm and pulling him out into the corridor.
Tom was wearing a bathrobe over a white shirt and boxers, and didn't appreciate being pulled out into the corridor, so he pulled free and stepped back.
"Damn it, Harry!" he started, "I oughta..."
"Tom," snarled Harry, and for the first time, Tom realized how scared the Ensign was, and not just frightened but on the verge of panic, "We have to go now!"
Tom hesitated, then nodded and started after Harry as he made his way to the turbolift. Behind him, he heard rapidly approaching footsteps, it sounded like several large someones.
"Come on!" whispered Harry harshly, "No more time."
Tom stepped into the turbolift with Harry, turning about to see four Jem'Hadar come skidding around the corner.
"Halt!" roared the lead, "Stop that turbolift!"
The doors were already half-closed, and Tom lifted one hand and said with a smile, "Sorry, this one's taken."
Torres blinked several times, then shook her head.
"Lieutenant Torres?" asked Hogan, who had come straight back to Engineering after his meeting with Janeway, "Is something wrong?"
"Strange," she said, "I was thinking about something that never happened."
"Lieutenant?"
She smiled slightly, "Nothing, Hogan, let's get back to work on the plasma converter relays, shall we?"
After a second, he nodded, and they got back to work.
And Torres allowed herself a troubled frown, she had been thinking about Officer Nash's surprising athletic, muscular body, his strong, good-looking face... but she hadn't actually met him yet, how strange.
The turbolift shook.
The Jem'Hadar commander growled an order as the lift came to a stop, the power circuits running it had been disabled. Instantly, two of the other Jem'Hadar leaped down the tube, they grabbed the walls with amazing ease and slid down the forty feet to where the lift rested.
The first to reach it grabbed the emergency hatch and ripped it open, whilst the second jammed his phaser rifle down the hatch and fired.
The Commander waited impatiently as the two soldiers checked the interior of the turbolift, one turned about and roared up the tube.
"Empty, no trace of them!"
The Commander cursed, then stabbed his communicator.
"This is Commander H'elgaran to all Jem'Hadar soldiers, you are to locate any member of the Bridge or Engineering Crew you come across and bring them to the Bridge, this excludes those working in Engineering now, all Jem'Hadar there are not to allow members of the Engineering Crew to leave, that is all!"
And all over the ship, the Jem'Hadar snapped to attention and set about on their task.
"Okay," said Tom with a groan as he was forced to leave his bathrobe behind, "Mind telling me what's going on now?"
He and Harry had stopped the Turbolift between decks, slipped out through the escape hatch and into an automated venting system that Harry had programmed to open and then shut securely whilst still on the Bridge. That was why he had been so desperate to get Tom into the Turbolift, his escape plan would not have worked without impeccable timing, and they had pulled it off... just.
Now they were in the Jefferies Tubes, making their way towards Janeway's Quarters where they would formulate a battle plan, he just hoped the Captain had been able to find his hidden message warning about the Dampening Field and the Borg.
"Sorry, Tom," gasped Harry, "But as you learned back there, timing was of the essence."
Tom let out a short, unamused laugh, his bathrobe had had to be left behind because a small part of it had been caught in the closing venting duct. Now Harry was worried their whereabouts would be located far more quickly than he had wanted.
"For starters," said Harry, "We're still in the Delta Quadrant."
Tom cursed.
"Secondly, the Jem'Hadar are lying to us, and they've got more members of the Dominion out there with them, perhaps one of these Vorta."
Tom groaned.
"And last but not least, there's a Borg Cube headed right for us."
Tom's eyes widened, and he didn't say anything, now he knew why Harry had been on the edge of panic.
They slid into a junction and looked about, Tom wasn't really sure where the best area to head next would be, but the decision was quickly taken out of his hands.
To their left, they heard shuffling and cursing, someone coming up the Jefferies Tube, perhaps the Jem'Hadar?
Harry motioned to Tom, and they moved to the right.
"If they have someone coming this way, they most likely have someone coming the other way, we'll never make it to Janeway's Quarters."
"So now what?" asked Tom.
"I've got an idea," Harry said with a slight grin, and headed down the Jefferies Tube to get back onto the deck.
A couple of minutes after they had disappeared, Norman Masters slid out into the junction from the left Tube, looked about, then moved down the right Jefferies Tube, passing the access point that Harry and Tom had just slid through.
Chakotay came awake fast, but not quite fast enough. The barrel of the phaser rifle convinced him not to roll out of his bed like he had planned to.
The Jem'Hadar bared its teeth, whether in a smile or a snarl, he wasn't sure.
"So, showing our true colors now, are we?"
The Jem'Hadar reversed its rifle and slammed the butt into Chakotay's face, knocking him right back out again.
Janeway stopped right at the entrance to her quarters, the two Jem'Hadar on either side stood still, looking straight ahead.
Tuvok seemed unperturbed, continuing on for a couple of steps, then, realizing his Captain was no longer at his side, turned about.
"Captain?" he asked her, "What is the matter?"
"A pain in my stomach," she said, clutching at her belly, she looked up at the Jem'Hadar who stood 'casually' on either side of her door, "I think I'm going to...."
Before she could finish, she fell to her side, straight into the arms of the surprised Jem'Hadar.
As the other turned about to assist his comrade, Tuvok reached up and administered the Vulcan nerve pinch.
As the soldier dropped to the ground, the second Jem'Hadar released Janeway, turning to grab Tuvok. But as Janeway fell, she shot out her hands and grabbed him by the waist, then slammed her head hard into his belly, driving the air out of him. As he doubled over, Tuvok delivered a chop to his unprotected neck, and he went down, unconscious.
Janeway had slid free after headbutting the Jem'Hadar, now she pulled two hypodermics and administered one to each Jem'Hadar.
"Help me move them, they're damn heavy," she said, grabbing the creature under the armpits, Tuvok nodded and grabbed it by its feet.
"This should buy us a little time," she said with a small smile.
"Why are we in a holosuite?" asked Tom.
"I'll show you," said Harry with a grin, looking about at the metallic gray walls, "Computer, open Emergency Medical Holographic Channel."
"Channel opened."
Harry stepped into the arch of the door and smiled at the Doctor, who looked chagrined at being disturbed.
"Mr. Kim, do you mind, I'm trying to deal with these gel packs, and there are some Jem'Hadar here who insist that if that one yo... the Security Console injured, if he doesn't wake up in a few minutes, they're going to kill him and divide up some drug they call the white."
"Same deal as before, Doc," said Harry, "This time you do Tuvok's job, hope you understand, I'll contact you again in four minutes."
The Doctor sighed, "I understand, goodbye Harold."
As the channel closed, Tom looked at Harry with a half-smile, half-frown, "Harold?"
"Just his way of letting me know he understands."
"Understands what?" asked Tom, still confused."I've sent him another hidden message, instructing him to make contact with the Captain and piggyback our signal along to her, while doing the same with her signal to us."
"So we can talk freely while anyone listening in will only hear our messages to the Doctor."
"Exactly," laughed Harry, "And I doubt they'll be monitoring The EMH Channel anyway, I don't think they know the Doctor is a hologram."
As Harry typed in more instructions, he gave his usual running explanation of what he was doing. It sometimes seemed to Tom that Harry was explaining for the benefit of some kind of unseen audience somewhere.
"Now I'm patching in through a backdoor in my science console, hopefully I can get the internal sensors to warn us if any Jem'Hadar are coming this way."
"But how will that help?" asked Tom, "How can we hide from them?"
Harry grinned, enjoying having all the answers, "Computer, if Jem'Hadar reach range of proximity scanners, create a holographic image of this suite, but empty, with no sign of us in it... also, if they're carrying tricorders, create a holographic image over them giving false readings of empty rooms."
A second later, the computer replied, but not in the way Harry had expected.
"Unable to comply, security access required."
Harry's eyes widened, and he looked over at Tom, who shrugged, as surprised to hear this as the Ensign was.
"Under whose authority?" asked Harry.
"Security Officer Russell Nash of Starfleet Security, ranking Officer of this Vessel."
"What about Captain Janeway?" asked Tom.
"Prisoner Norman Masters has escaped and is shielding himself from internal sensors, Officer Nash is now the ranking Officer."
"Great," muttered Harry, "I wonder how the hell Masters got out?"
"He's an Immortal," replied Tom, "I guess you pick up a few tricks over the centuries."
"Warning," broke in the computer, "Three Jem'Hadar approaching holosuite three."
Harry began typing madly, Tom looked over his shoulder.
"What are you doing?" he asked, "I thought the holosuites were inactive?"
"The Computer has cut off access to all the holoprograms, but not to all the files. I'm trying to access the list of the most recently used holoprograms, with any luck I might be able to activate one."
"Jem'Hadar are approaching Holosuite three," the Computer repeated.
"Got it, it's Captain Janeway's workout program... it'll have to do."
He activated the program and suddenly the two men found themselves standing in an old cabin.
"I thought this was a workout program?" asked Tom.
"Maybe it's an outdoors survival course or something," Harry replied, "Now let's go, we have to find someplace to hide."
They ran out of the cabin and into something completely unexpected.
"I am waiting for him to contact me, Captain," The Doctor was saying, "But so far I have received no message."
"Keep an eye out, Doctor," Janeway sighed, "Hopefully he'll make contact soon."
As she broke the connection, she turned to face Tuvok.
"We can't stay here, it's only a matter of time before someone tries to check in or replace those two Jem'Hadar guards we knocked out."
"I can modify my tricorder to patch into the EMH Channel," Tuvok replied, "But the signal will be patchy at best."
"It'll have to do, we need to try and take control of the ship back."
As Tuvok typed in the commands on his tricorder, Janeway glanced longingly at the bed... she had so badly wanted to get at least a little sleep... it seemed that wouldn't happen anytime soon.
"I am ready Captain," said Tuvok.
Janeway nodded and walked towards the doors, but before she even got there, they opened and several Jem'Hadar rushed in. The first grabbed for the Captain and found himself being hip-tossed almost effortlessly, but he was a trained soldier and was able to duck his head into a roll. As he landed, he was already moving onto his feet again, but then Tuvok grabbed him by the neck, he stiffened and then collapsed.
The other three were not as reckless, they held phaser rifles pointed right at the Captain and her Security Officer.
"Captain Janeway," growled the lead, "You will come with us or we will not hesitate to incinerate your bodies."
Janeway stood defiant for a few seconds, then nodded, knowing there was nothing else she could do.
As she and Tuvok were led out of her quarters, the lead Jem'Hadar snorted in disgust at the prostrate bodies of the three Jem'Hadar who had been taken out by Janeway and Tuvok. He pointed his phaser and fired three times, disintegrating their bodies.
A few minutes later, Janeway found herself once more on the Bridge, most of the repair crew had been removed and the place was filled with fifteen Jem'Hadar, plus a woman who looked much like DS9's Security Chief - Odo - Was she one of the infamous Founders?
"Captain Janeway, it is a pleasure," said the Founder.
"Believe me," replied Janeway smartly, "The pleasure is all yours."
Several of the Jem'Hadar gasped and moved forward as if to strike the Captain, but the Founder raised one hand and they all froze as one, then stepped back into place.
"Captain, I am truly sorry it came to this, we had hoped to get our business done without your realizing what was happening, then leave... we were even considering bringing you back to the Alpha Quadrant... we still are."
"I know why you're here," replied Janeway, "And it's hardly to bring Norman Masters to justice, in fact I wouldn't be surprised if you hadn't made up the whole Federation/Dominion Treaty."
The Founder nodded, "You are an insightful woman, Captain, we did indeed lie when we told you we were part of a joint operation to bring Mr Masters to justice... although believe me he is sorely in need of rehabilitation... there is no Treaty between the Federation and ourselves, simply because we don't need one, the Dominion can survive well enough on its own, throughout our existence we have easily dealt with all threats to our safety when they have arisen."
"Only there's one threat you can't just sit around and wait to 'arise', is there?" Janeway replied, "If you've come to attempt what I think you're here to attempt, then you are mad."
"Hardly mad, Captain," replied the Founder smoothly, "We have come to defeat a threat to our existence, just as we dealt with the Romulans and Cardassians... just as we are even now dealing with the Klingons and the Federation back in the Alpha Quadrant," she paused for a minute, "We are here to annihilate the Borg."
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117,151 | Star Trek: The Next Generation - Shadows | Her breasts still rested inches from his face, and he longed to reach out with his tongue and lick the erect little nipples, but he knew that she had left them just out of his reach, and if he stretched forward, he would only strain his neck - she was a tease! But he loved it. He pushed his hips upwards, holding them as high as possible for as long as he could, his penis buried to the hilt in her vagina. She finally decided that enough teasing was enough, and she lowered her chest down, brushing her breasts against his upper chest. Then she giggled as he tentatively reached for her breasts. Sitting up, she clasped them in her own hands and began bouncing up and down on him, massaging her breasts and laughing.
"You are a bitch!" he laughed good-naturedly, "Come on, let me at them!"
"Hear that, Janeway," she laughed, looking over her shoulder at the shattered former captain, "He says I'm a tease!" she gasped, breathing heavily as she bounced up and down on Harry's penis, her wet love tunnel tightly gripping his shaft, "Because I've only let him fuck my tight little vagina - and my tighter little anus a couple of times as well, the filthy degenerate! - but I'm a tease because I won't let him suck on these big brown breasts of mine," she grinned fiercely at Harry, her eyes twinkling, "So...ah! tell me, Janeway, am I a tease?"
Voyager's captain didn't respond, she simply hung her head and cried silently.
B'Elanna laughed quietly and lowered herself, so that her breasts once more rested against Harry's chest, as her buttocks made little fucking motions. She began rubbing her erect nipples against his own. He groaned in delight as his own nipples responded to hers, sending ripples of pleasure through his upper body as her vagina stretched around his penis.
He made the same little fucking motions as she did, easily moving in time with her. As she pressed her breasts harder against his chest, she ground her lust-swollen clitoris as hard as she could against the base of his penis. She kissed him unexpectedly as they slowly fucked each other, and he opened his mouth, sliding his tongue against hers as they explored each other's mouths. As they continued to kiss, she continued grinding her clitoris against his pubic hair, and she gave out a little moan of pleasure as they continued to kiss.
Suddenly, she broke the kiss and arched her back. His eyes widened as her breasts sat only millimeters away from him.
"Go ahead, Starfleet," she murmured, "You earned it a long time ago."
He reached out tentatively and licked at one of the erect beauties, then he sucked one stiff nipple into his mouth and sucked on the beautiful bit of breast. B'Elanna's eyes had closed, and there was a wistful expression on her face. She began making longer strokes up and down his penis, nearly letting Harry's penis entirely out of her vagina before slamming back down. As he suckled on her breasts enthusiastically, she began to once more bounce up and down, letting his penis sluice in and out of her pussy, her breath coming faster and faster as she approached orgasm. As Harry licked on her nipples, he began to moan in pleasure, his penis was beginning to get even harder than before, and he knew he was about to climax.
"Yes! Yes!" she gasped as she felt her orgasm coming closer, building up inside her, ready to take over her entire body. Harry's eyes rolled back in his head, and he released her breast from his mouth. He let out a little 'ooh,' and suddenly, he was pumping semen deep into her hot pussy.
"YES!" cried B'Elanna as she felt him shooting his sperm deep into her. Her dam burst, and soon, she was climaxing too, her juices let loose all over Harry. She collapsed on top of him once more.
They smiled at each other, ignoring the sobbing sound coming from Janeway's cell.
Despite the fact that the feeling of her warm body against his was something he dreamed about nightly, he knew what had to come next.
"Come on," he said, "We have to deal with Chakotay."He stood up, finished his tea, picked up his cane, and draped his trenchcoat over his arm. Looking every bit the gentleman, he left the room, and Picard turned to face Valdez. "I have all the information I need now. I think I know what's going on."
"And?" she asked.
"Moriaty isn't stealing information from the Starfleet Database, the Cube is!"
---
"Just what am I going to do with you five?" roared Sisko.
I'Palta had just beamed Worf, Deanna, Beverly, O'Brien, and No'Kase over to the Enterprise - grudgingly - which had been the Federation observer in the maneuver against Riker's dictatorship in the Neutral Zone. I'Palta had been happy to hand over Worf, Deanna, and Beverly, but he had attempted to hide O'Brien and No'Kase - however, the Enterprise's sensors had taken care of that easily enough.
"No'Kase, you're a wanted criminal," said Sisko. "We wondered what had happened to you, but running a pornographic games ring in an illegal dictatorship?"
The Cardassian glowered angrily at Sisko but said nothing.
"Worf, you left Starfleet after Picard and Riker left, and they at least made something of themselves. Look at you! Where's your honor gone?"
Worf growled and made to attack, but he was manacled too firmly.
"Deanna and Beverly! I give you leave to go on your honeymoon! And look what you do!"
Deanna and Beverly stared at each other in shock. Honeymoon?!
"Okay!" yelled Sisko. "I just don't know how I'm going to deal with this. I'm placing you all under arrest for now. I expect No'Kase will end up back in Cardassia," the Cardassian's eyes shot up in alarm, "Worf will end up back on the Klingon homeworld," Worf was unalarmed, Sisko was merely a computer sprite after all, "And Beverly and Deanna? Well, the two of you are going to take a lot longer to figure out."
Tasha had her security team lead the prisoners down to a holding cell.
"Okay," said Sisko, arriving back on the Bridge, "Now let's see about finding Picard."
---
Chakotay stretched back in the Command Chair.
"One thing about Starfleet," he said with a lazy grin, "They sure make great chairs."
"Captain," said Tuvok's even voice, "I have hooked up the communications system as you asked. Now the crew will see you and hear you as you speak."
"Excellent," grinned Chakotay, rubbing his hands together. "It's time to inspire them. Have we had any problems?"
"None, sir," replied Tuvok. "The crew of our ship have taken over the running of this ship easily. However, we had to activate the Emergency Medical Hologram Program."
"I gathered we would. What's the problem?"
"He has proven to be rather...troublesome. He keeps demanding to be turned off."
Chakotay frowned. He looked down at the Command Chair monitor. "Sickbay," he ordered, and an image of the Doctor appeared there.
"Emergency Medical Hologrammatic Doctor," said the bald, irritated-looking man on the screen, "May I be turned off now?"
"That's impossible. We have no Medical Doctor as capable as you. You'll just have to..."
"What is that thing on your face?" interrupted the Doctor. "Is it a tattoo or a sign of impending Galaxian Flu?"
Chakotay's eyes widened, and he looked up at Tuvok.
"I tried to warn you, sir. At best, he can be called...eccentric. I believe there may be a glitch in his program."
"Captain?" asked Torres, stepping through the turbolift with Harry behind her. "Are you ready to tell them your plan?"
Chakotay's face lit up as she mentioned his plan. He shut off the Doctor in mid-sentence and snapped his fingers. Tuvok merely stared at him.
"Uhhh, Tuvok, engage the new comms system, please," he said after a few seconds.
"Certainly, sir," replied Tuvok. He made to type in the commands, then turned back to Chakotay. "Sir, may I inquire as to why you snapped your fingers?"
"It was a way of asking you to turn on the new comms system," muttered Chakotay, sounding annoyed but trying his hardest not to blush.
"Oh, I was unaware humans were capable of making requests merely by causing friction between the thumb and forefinger of..."
"Forget it," snapped Chakotay. "Just turn the damn thing on!"
Tuvok raised an eyebrow, then turned.
"Very well, I am now turning the 'damn' thing on."
All over the ship, Chakotay's face appeared on monitors, his smiling face everywhere on board the ship.
"Greetings, my loyal serv...uh...crew. It is time I revealed the final part of my brilliant plan," he paused for dramatic effect, then realized he had waited too long and rushed on, stumbling over his first few words. "And anyway...well, um...here's the plan. For over ten years, Bajor has been occupied by hostile forces, first the Cardassians and now Starfleet! This has been made possible by the evil station posted above Bajor, known as Terak Nor by the Cardassians, Deep Space Nine by Starfleet, and Sky Oppressor by the Bajorans!"
"Sky Oppressor!" exclaimed Riker, who was still in manacles, sitting by the Science Station with Data and McCoy. "Who writes this guy's lines?"
"But we are not going to allow this to happen anymore! We are going to charge in there with our new ship and destroy DS9! Even if we have to crash this damn thing into the Station and sacrifice ourselves..."
As he ranted on and on, his crew stared at the monitors of his face with growing fear - was Chakotay crazy? Then they watched in shock as the raving Maquis Captain disappeared in a blur of blue light.
Back on the Bridge, Harry finished teleporting Chakotay into deep space with the corpses of the Voyager crew.
"Thank goodness we don't have to listen to that again," he muttered, then made a sweeping bow in Torres' direction. "The show's yours."
Torres faced the monitors, a serious look on her face.
"Okay, then. Hopefully, you all realize what me and most of the Bridge crew realized a long time ago - Chakotay lost his grip on sanity several months ago, when his lover Seska - a Bajoran - was killed in an attack against the Cardassians. Myself and Mr. Tuvok decided the best thing to do was remove him from the picture. As of this moment, I am acting Captain of Voyager, Mr. Tuvok is my 1st Officer, and Harry Kim - who so courageously delivered Voyager to us - will be Science Officer. May I remind you these changes are only temporary, and a vote will be taken when we get the opportunity."
She smiled warmly at the monitors. "For now, we still go ahead to DS9, but this time under the cloak so graciously 'donated' by that Romulan Warbird we raided last week, where we will take the U.S.S. Defiant for our own!"
As Torres cemented her power, Data turned and whispered in Riker's ear, "I'm monitoring her heartbeat and blood pressure - allowing for her hybrid physiology - and she's not telling the truth, or at least not the whole truth."
"So what's the deal, are we going to DS9?" growled McCoy, overhearing them.
"Oh, we're going," replied Data, "But certainly not to steal the Defiant. I have no idea what, but I think Torres has something very big planned!"
---
Marvek entered his command code tentatively, until now everything had been theory.
"Code accepted," said the voice. "Access to Starfleet Personal Database, Granted. Access to Starfleet Command Codes, Granted."
"Computer, Arch," he muttered, and behind him, an archway appeared. Walking up to it, he typed in his commands, then patched the hologrammatic computer to the arch. "Computer, Download these files to my quarters."
"Proceeding," replied the Computer.
"Additional," he said, "Check that Project: Trojan Horse was successful."
"Project successful. Space Station Deep Space Nine's scanners have been deactivated."
"Excellent, proceed with download."
He sat down in the chair and gave a little laugh. It had been so easy. He had gone after a former member of the Obsidian Order because his superiors had suspected he had discovered a way to access the Starfleet Database. After much torturing, they had discovered the subspace signals were now coming from different places and had finally come to the conclusion that it was this Moriaty Cube that was bypassing Federation Security. They had placed the former spy back in his trading business, and Marvek had his features surgically altered. The Order 'replaced' the real Marvek with himself, and he set about convincing the Federation to find the Cube. Now all his hard work had paid off - he had found the motherlode, a copy of the Federation Database. The personnel files were warped, of course, but the command codes were valid, as had been proved by the fact he could access the files with Marvek's access code. He had not been able to download the real version in the true Universe because all the security systems would have alerted Starfleet, but here in this Universe, he was safe because everything but the Database and Moriaty were false.
"Besides," he said to himself with a laugh, "Even without the command codes, we still have psychological profiles of everyone known to Starfleet, which is practically the entire Universe!"
He laughed loudly to himself. This Universe had even been so kind as to give him the ability to perform the Vulcan Nerve Pinch, despite the fact that he didn't know how to do it. Every time he did something similar, the computer read it as a nerve pinch and knocked out the victim. And now, thanks to Maria Valdez's paranoia over Odo, the real DS9's scanners would be down, and he could download the information to his quarters.
---
"Back to Cardassia, eh?" asked Tasha Yar. "Suppose you'll be happy to get back there?"
"I no longer care for Cardassia or Cardassians," said No'Kase, staring grimly at the wall across from his holding cell. "I just wanted to make a little profit and retire somewhere nice."
Tasha shook her head with a smug little smile at the miserable Cardassian, then turned as the door opened.
"Oh, hello Geordi," she said as the Chief Engineer walked into the room. "What are you doing here?"
The Chief Engineer smiled, hiding the syringe in his hand.Guinan watched in shock as Riker appeared out of nowhere, then she smiled, "So this was the time pocket you walked into," she said, grinning, "Glad to have you back."
Then she noticed that he was doubled over. "What's the matter?" she asked.
"Can't breathe..." he gasped and then collapsed. Guinan suddenly realized she too was incapable of drawing breath, and she fell to the ground. She didn't need as much air as humans, but she did need air... and there was none to be had.
"Sir!" yelled the Science Officer, "Oxygen levels on several decks have dropped radically! Ten Forward has lost all air supplies!"
"Pump air in from surrounding decks," yelled Sisko, fighting back panic, "Get a medical crew down to Ten Forward," he looked around as his orders were followed, "And get Dr. Crusher out of the Brig and down to Sickbay!"
"I shut down the air on random decks," said Geordi as he lowered Tasha's unconscious body, "It should keep Sisko and his men busy while we get to a shuttle."
"And where are we going?" asked No'Kase.
"Oh no," laughed Geordi, "You're staying right here."
"You can't just leave me here!" cried the Cardassian.
"Watch us," replied Worf with a fierce grin and led the others out of the room, O'Brien included.
"Just think about it," snapped Picard at an unbelieving Valdez, "Data programmed the Computer to create a Universe of interactive characters capable of fooling Moriaty that he was in a real Universe. Do you have any idea how hard that would be for a computer - to simply 'make' people?"
"I suppose," started Valdez, still unsure.
"The computer would go over its options, then it would come to the most logical conclusion, copy our Universe!"
"But...everything's different here."
"Different, yes, unrecognizable? No! It explains why you have an alternate here, I believe that the Cube is sending out the subspace signals, downloading copies of the Database."
"And it evolves independently of our own, so everything is different here!" cried Valdez, realizing where Picard was going.
"Exactly, all our new backgrounds fit in with our personalities, given the right circumstances, we could have been these people!"
"But this is a Security Nightmare!" whispered Valdez in a mix of shock and awe, "If anyone accessed the program and downloaded a copy of the Database, they would have personality profiles of everyone known to Starfleet!"
"Not to mention command codes, shield frequencies..." muttered Picard, remembering that Valdez's command codes had worked when they accessed the Database, "Where could someone find a hard copy of the Database that could be downloaded without setting off Security Flags?"
"It doesn't exist, unless you have Security Access A1 or higher, and then only at Starfleet Headquarters in San Francisco."
"What if you were an Ambassador? Who has that access?"
"Starfleet High Command does, the only Ambassadors given such high access are highly trusted ones..."
"Like Vulcans? Starfleet's first and greatest ally?"
Valdez's mouth gaped open, "You mean Marvek? But why would he?"
Picard frowned, "Because he isn't Vulcan, or at least he isn't Marvek, I think he's a surgically altered alien, perhaps Romulan or maybe Cardassian?"
"We have no choice then," muttered Valdez, "We have to take a chance," she tapped her chest where her comm badge should be and said, "Computer, search program, locate Ambassador Marvek."
"Ambassador Marvek is on Earth, San Francisco."
"We have to leave," cried Valdez, "Moriaty isn't out right now, we can leave without worrying," she was talking about what would happen when they ended the program, to anyone watching they would disappear for several seconds while their actions were implanted in their alternates' memories, then their alternates would reappear, "Computer, remove us from the program."
"Unable to comply, scenario incomplete."
Valdez turned and stared at Picard in surprise, "Computer, what scenario?"
"Players must end Dominion threat to Station Deep Space Nine," replied the computer's voice, "Only then may players leave program."
"Computer," growled Picard, "Who inserted scenario?"
"Ambassador Marvek."
The Captain and Security Officer turned and headed out the door.
No'Kase grinned as Tasha came around, she looked up at him and the empty cells around him.
"Where are they?"
"Let me out and I'll tell you."
"The computer can locate them," she said, reaching for her Communicator, "Computer, where is Chief Engineer LaForge, Lt. Commander Worf, Counsellor Troi and Doctor Crusher?"
"Chief Engineer LaForge, Lt. Commander Worf, Counsellor Troi and Doctor Crusher are in the Brig."
Tasha looked up and groaned when she saw the comm badges resting on the Security desk, "Computer, seal all cargo-bays and shut off transporters."
"Unable to comply," replied the Computer.
Tasha cursed, "Security Override Alpha-Niner-Omega-One," she gasped.
"All clearance codes invalid," replied the computer, "With the exception of Chief Engineer Geordi LaForge."
"I know where they're going," laughed No'Kase, "Let me out and I'll take you to them!"
Kira stretched, her uniform pulled taut over her large breasts.
"Okay, that's it for me, good night all."
"Enjoy your sleep, Major," said Chief Uli as he rewired one of the consoles, "I'm going to be up awhile trying to get some speed out of this piece of Cardassian crap."
As the night crew walked into Ops, Kira stepped into the Turbolift they had just vacated and headed towards her quarters.
She pulled her nightgown on and hopped into the bed, pulling the sheets on she turned and pecked Dax on the cheek.
"'Night love," she said and turned off the light on her side of the bed. Dax just stared at the book in her hands for a little while, then threw it down onto the sheets and sighed.
"What?" grumbled Kira.
"Is that it then, a little peck on the cheek and 'night, love' and then to sleep?"
"What do you want from me, I just finished a twelve-hour shift in Ops."
"So, I worked twelve hours last night and nine hours tonight, and I'm still fine."
"Is that all you ever think about," muttered Kira, "Sex?"
"It's all you think about," replied Dax roughly, "I saw you checking out that cute little blonde's ass in Ops tonight."
"What? Who?"
"That Earther, the one who was fixing the replicators for Uli."
"He was barely past twenty!" spluttered Kira, "How could you think I was interested in him!"
"So you noticed he was past twenty? You must have had a good look."
"You're the one who said he was cute," snapped Kira, "Bet you got all wet between the legs just staring at him!"
"Don't you dare try and put this back on me!" yelled Dax, "I'm not the one who was flirting with a BOY nearly ten years younger than me!"
Kira rolled over on top of Dax before she could react, straddling her lover's waist she reached down and grabbed her breasts, "You know you're the only one for me."
"Hey! What are you doing!" cried Dax as she felt Kira's hands grab her breasts.
"Besides," laughed Kira, "He didn't have a pair of these!"
"You think you can just feel me up and it's all better?"
Kira leaned down and smiled smugly into Dax's face, "The only reason you brought this up is because you're so horny," the Bajoran beauty laughed, "Come on honey, I'm sorry about the way I've been acting lately, I've been tired."
"Aren't you tired now?" asked Dax suspiciously.
Kira smiled and replied by leaning down and sliding her tongue into her lover's mouth.
Kira's large, firm breasts pressed against Dax's slightly smaller, plumper ones. Their erect nipples rubbed against each other, Dax gave a little moan of pleasure as Kira slid her tongue around inside her lover's mouth.
Dax sat forward, wrapping her arms around Kira's back and pushing her own tongue into the Bajoran woman's mouth, her arms made small circles over her lover's back and she rubbed her breasts together against Kira's, sending a buzz right through her lesbian lover's body. Kira broke the kiss and smiled at Dax, then pushed her back onto the bed, kissing down her lithe, sweating body until she came to the plump breasts. She sucked the erect nipples into her mouth and Dax groaned with pleasure, her legs spreading out slightly and sliding one hand down between her thighs, slipping a finger into her dripping pussy. Kira felt Dax's legs move and smiled around one nipple, then began kissing down Dax's waist, sliding her ass down her lover's body further and further as she got closer and closer to Dax's love mound.
Kira kissed lightly about Dax's open thighs, she groaned eagerly, wanting to feel her Bajoran lover's tongue in her dripping pussy, which was longing for attention. Finally she slid her tongue lightly up the length of Dax's cunt.
"Mmm...yes," moaned Jadzir, wanting to feel her lover's tongue in her so badly that she humped her hips up slightly.
Kira grinned wickedly and slowly pushed her tongue deep into her lover's pink pussy, tonguing her lover's juicy wet snatch, she pulled her tongue back out and then pushed it back in.
"You're always so wet," Kira spoke, muffled by Dax's pussy, she curled her tongue and slid it back into Dax's hot, tight cunt, Jadzir's juices sliding into her mouth and down her throat.
Dax's juices were flowing faster now, a stream of hot, cunt-juice pushing into her lover's mouth as she was eaten out. Excess cum dribbled down Kira's chin and between Dax's asscheeks. Kira slid a finger down between Dax's delicious derriere and pushed one now wet finger against her pink, puckered anus. As she did this her free hand parted Dax's cunt-lips and two fingers slid in while her mouth rode up and suckled on her erect clit.
Kira got the response she wanted when Dax began moaning and crying out in pleasure, her hips once more humping up and down as fingers slid in and out of both her cunt and her asshole.Spasms rocked her body, and she jerked about uncontrollably as her climax rocked through her, orgasming noisily. Her cunt juices spilled all over Kira's face and onto the sheets. She gripped Kira's head tightly with her hands and ground her cunt up into Kira's face, her clit pushing into her teeth, her cunt lips and asshole clamping down onto her fingers. Kira pushed her face even deeper into her lover's cunt, her tongue flicking in and out of Dax's fuck-hole, sliding around her fingers.
"Oooohhhh! I can't take it anymore!" screamed Dax through gritted teeth, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh I'm CUMMINNG!" | 3 |
117,241 | CRAZY FRIGHTENING SCARY CHICK | Her name was Andrea, she was a Freshman at my high school, just one year younger than I was. She was about five feet six inches tall, as opposed to my five feet and eight inches of moderate height. Her hair was shoulder-length, and a beautiful dark brown in color. Her eyes were green, and always gave the impression that she was looking straight through you, rather than at you, and most of the time, she was.
I was a fairly unimpressive specimen of a high school boy. Short black hair, brown eyes, and a thin build, lacking any muscle. In spite of my false bravado and sarcastic wit, I was, and still am, a very timid, shy, and easily intimidated person. I never quite knew what made me so weak, but when someone (particularly a girl) yelled at me or made a demand, I always felt threatened and compelled to obey them.
Andrea and I never got along. The only reason we ever spent time together was because we were in the same first period math class, and my desk was directly in front of hers. We rarely spoke, I being very quiet and shy, and her being very quiet but also very vindictive and mean to everyone around her. She seemed to derive some sick pleasure in insulting, demeaning, and otherwise harming those around her for no apparent reason, so I tried to stay as far away from her as possible. That is, until one day, when my friend Dave had an idea. "Hey Mike," Dave said, turning to me, "I just got a great idea to piss off Andrea." "Piss off the Crazy Frightening Scary Chick," I replied, "not a good idea man. Did you hear about what she did to that guy she caught staring at her ass." "So," Dave shot back, "at least he got prescribed pain pills. And come on, this will be fucking hilarious." "Okay okay," I conceded, inwardly cursing myself for agreeing with him, "but you're taking the fall for... what was your idea anyway?" "Nothing big," Dave said, "I'm just going to take this sticky note, write Crazy Frightening Scary Chick on it, and stick it on her desk." "That's it," I laughed, "and you had me worked up for nothing. Do it dude, that would be pretty funny."
Grinning broadly with the semi-genius of his plan, Dave took a small square of paper with an adhesive backing, wrote "Crazy Frightening Scary Chick" on it, and stuck it to Andrea's desk. With a wicked sneer, he turned to face the front of the room, preparing for class, and pretending as though he had not just done something incriminating. I too turned toward the chalkboard and waited for our algebra teacher to drone endlessly about factoring polynomials, which of course I would completely tune out, and consequently fail this week's test.
My body tensed when I heard the familiar sound of Andrea's boots on the tile floor behind me. I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye. She wore her usual steel-toed boots, blue jeans, and a black, sleeveless shirt that was cut off just above her stomach (a clear violation of our school's dress-code.) She took her seat behind me, and picked up the sticky note just as the teacher, Mrs. Robinson, walked into the room. "Andrea," Mrs. Robinson snapped, "no reading notes in class. "The bell hasn't rung yet." Andrea said indignantly, but was drowned out by the ringing of the bell signaling the beginning of class. "It has now," Mrs. Robinson said with a smirk, "now hand me that note, I will read it to the class,. Rules are rules," she added, snatching the note, "and you are no exception."
Mrs. Robinson marched briskly to the front of the room, holding Andrea's note like some sort of important document. She moved to the front of the room, glanced at the note, and then back at the class. "Well boys and girls," she spoke within a condescending tone, "it seems that either one of you has found an apt nickname for Andrea, or should I say, Crazy Frightening Scary Chick."
The class's reaction was one that would be expected from people of our maturity level. They burst into peals of laughter, pointing at Andrea and jeering, some of them even pretending to quake in terror of the "Crazy Frightening Scary Chick". Andrea looked composed, as if none of this were phasing her in the slightest. But I was close enough to hear her breathing through clenched teeth, and angrily drumming her fingers on the underside of her desk. Once the class had settled down and Mrs. Robinson had passed out our worksheets, Andrea leaned forward and addressed me. "You wrote that didn't you, you little bastard," she snapped, so close to my ear I was afraid she may bite it off, unintentionally or otherwise. "No, no," I stammered nervously, "it, it wasn't me. It was Dave." "Yeah right," she said, "so why do you have a packet of sticky notes on your desk." "But I..." I trailed off as I saw the little bundle of paper squares resting on the corner of my desk.
I glanced over at Dave, who gave a small, sheepish shake of his head, and then turned away. Andrea reached forward and placed her hands on my shoulders, and began to massage them firmly. Though this seemed like a friendly action, I could feel a tight, bottled up rage in her grasp, as though she had no intention of releasing me from her grasp. I flinched nervously, and she squeezed my shoulders tightly, hard enough to make me let out a startled gasp of pain.
When the bell rang at the end of the period, I quickly and forcefully shrugged off her hands, then bolted for the door. I spent the rest of the school day carefully avoiding Andrea, hoping that she would forget about me, and generally trying to blend in with the background more than usual. But as fate would have it, I found myself wondering past the girls' locker room after my athletics class was over, on my way to change out of my gym clothes. Andrea and I shared this period, but as it was split into boys and girls athletics, we didn't have any contact, which was fine was me.
As I walked past the girls' locker room, exhausted from running ten laps around the track, I heard someone call my name. I looked around and saw a girl standing at the locker room door. The girls had been in the gym, lifting weights today, so they had already showered and changed back into their normal clothes. With little foresight, I walked over to the locker to see what this girl wanted. "Hey Mike," she said, "come in here really quick, I got something to show #.was "What is it?" "Just get in here before someone sees."
She motioned me into the elongated room, lit by several fluorescent lights. As I walked into the room, rejoicing in the cool air-conditioning, she shut and locked the door behind me. I tensed apprehensively, only moments before a hand was placed firmly over my mouth. I struggled as my hands were pulled firmly behind my back, and tied tightly with what I assumed was a plastic zip-tie. The hand lifted from my mouth, only to be replaced by a wad of cloth, that was secured firmly by a knot tied behind my head. The girl stepped out in front of me and smiled at her handiwork, eyeing me up and down with a hungry expression.
Suddenly Andrea emerged from behind me as well, holding a small black cloth bag. She smiled maliciously and ran her fingernails down my chest, making me shiver and attempt to retreat. Seeing this, Andrea stooped and affixed another zip-tie around my ankles, causing me to lose my balance and fall forward, directly into her arms. Andrea pulled me closer to her, cradling my head against her breasts. "You're mine," she said, looking down at me, "and now you're going to really learn why I'm a Crazy Frightening Scary Chick."
With that, she reached again into her bag and produced a knife. I would have screamed if I could, but the makeshift gag muffled my cries for help. I began to squirm desperately, trying as hard as possible to escape. Andrea's friend pushed me to the ground and held me firmly in place by sitting on my chest. "Thanks Shelly," Andrea said.
Andrea knelt next to me and began to skillfully make incisions into my clothing, careful not to even scratch the surface of my skin. Within a minute, Shelly stood up, and all of my clothes (shorts, shirt, and even underwear) fell away from my body in pieces, leaving me naked before the two girls. Andrea reached down to my feet and removed my shoes and socks, then playfully tickled the soles of my feet with her right hand. Instantly I reacted, pulling my feet away from her devious fingers, and pulled my knees up to my chest. Andrea and Shelly cackled with laughter, and instantly sprang on me and began to tickle me all over. My wild laughter was stifled by the gag, and tears ran from my eyes as their fingers traveled all across my bare skin. I began to shake uncontrollably as the torture escalated to such a great apex, that I found it difficult, almost impossible, to breathe.After about five minutes, my torment receded, and the two girls sat and watched as I twitched on the floor, my skin still sensitive from the intense tickling I'd just been given. Andrea then sat down, straddling my waist, and looked down into my face. I tried to break eye contact, but her piercing green eyes followed every move I made, and her full, red lips curled into an evil smile. "This is just the beginning," she said, "Shelly and I are going to take you back to my house and have some fun with you." "Yeah," Shelly chimed in, "her parents are away on vacation, so we have the house to ourselves." "And you're all ours," Andrea said.
Andrea then stood up and left the room, shutting the door behind her, and leaving me alone with Shelly. Shelly was a Freshman too, I'd seen her and Andrea hanging out together around school. She was a blonde girl with blue eyes, and was about my height. Like Andrea, she was a fairly athletic girl, and considered herself superior to everyone in her immediate vicinity. I squirmed in my bindings and Shelly laughed with amusement. "You're a cute one," she said, "Andrea and I are going to have some fun with you, once she gets back with the car. We're going to make you scream."
I heard the low rumble of a motor outside, followed by a car door opening. With a flurry of movement, a combination of speed and careful stealth, Andrea and Shelly dragged me from the locker room and threw me into the backseat of the vehicle parked just outside the door. Andrea climbed into the back seat, forcing me onto the floorboard, and shut the door. Shelly sat in the driver's seat and pressed the accelerator, and within moments we were off the campus and streaking away toward Andrea's home. Andrea reached down and removed the gag from my mouth, which she revealed to be her bra, freeing me to speak once again. "Please," I begged, "don't do this to me, you can't do this to me. I'm sorry Andrea, I didn't mean it, I'm sorry." "Too late for sorry," she replied harshly, "I'm going to make you repay me, and I'm going to have fun doing it." "I'll do anything, just let me go," I pleaded. "You'll do anything whether we let you go or not."
I began to scream, hoping I could attract someone's attention. But Andrea had already planned ahead for this. Quickly she kicked off her boots, and firmly placed her bare feet over my face. Her feet were creamy and soft, delicate looking, with red painted toenails. She moved her right foot back and forced her toes into my mouth. They didn't taste unpleasant, nor did her feet smell bad. They were sweet and fragrant, and I inadvertently found my tongue lapping across her bare toes. She leaned back contentedly as I licked her toes, and I began to give up all form of protest, no longer straining at my bindings or trying to push her feet from my mouth. Had I known what was in store for me, I would have been tearing at the zip-ties and screaming my lungs out. But I would find out soon enough. | 2 |
117,348 | Your Money or Your Mouth | Heather slowly shuffled into her apartment building after another evening of waiting tables at the diner. It was close to midnight, but Mr. Potter, her landlord's door was open, and she could hear his TV blasting some war movie. She tried to be quiet and sneak by his doorway, but he spotted her and ran outside to intercept her.
"Where's your rent money this month?" he said, stepping out into the foyer.
Heather was shy and had trouble looking people in the eyes. She looked down at the floor and saw the ever-present comic book in his hand. She was surprised to see that this one was X-rated; she didn't even know they made such a thing. Heather looked up, catching him trying to stare down her blouse at her over-proportioned breasts. She hated being ogled like that, but had grown to accept it. "I'm sorry, Mr. Potter. Money's been tight this week, please give me more time," she begged.
"I'll give you two more weeks," he replied, openly running his eyes from her long, nylon-covered legs to her blonde hair, all messed up under a hair net. "Two weeks, and then I start looking for a paying tenant." He crinkled his nose at her with distaste and then turned, going back into his apartment.
Heather brought her sleeve up to her nose and took a whiff of the ugly pink uniform. Sure enough, she stank of meatloaf. She sighed and slowly climbed the three flights to her one-bedroom apartment.
Heather was eighteen and had just started college. In high school, she was a cheerleader and one of the most popular girls in her class, despite her shyness and the fact that she wasn't into partying. She had even managed to stay a virgin up until a couple of months ago when she had met Jack.
Jack had managed to talk her into sex after only a few dates, accomplishing what no high school boy had done in three years. Jack was tall, good-looking, charming, and she knew immediately that he was the one.
Now Heather wasn't so sure. Jack was lazy, and he didn't even take her out anymore. All he ever wanted to do was drink beer and poke her with his penis for a few minutes. She didn't know why sex was such a big deal to all the other girls. She barely enjoyed it.
Heather was worried about her money situation as she entered her apartment. She took off the hair net and let her long blonde hair fall down to her shoulders. She removed the foul-smelling uniform and turned the shower on.
Nude, Heather looked at herself in the mirror. A girl with high self-esteem would have been proud of the body in the mirror, but Heather was embarrassed by it. She thought her breasts were too big for her thin body. It made her look top-heavy. One jealous girl had even spread the rumor around that Heather had gotten a boob job in high school. She also hated her nipples. Her areola were as big around as a Coke can, and her nipples poked out almost an inch long. Her nipples always seemed half-erect, drawing even more unwanted male stares since she had trouble covering them up. None of the girls in the shower room at gym class had even come close to having breasts or nipples this big, and she hated her breasts, though Jack had gone gaga over them.
Heather climbed into the shower, thinking about the money. Tuition had just taken her entire savings, and she was stuck living on $2.65 an hour plus tips. She would have to struggle to come up with her rent money in two weeks.
Two weeks later, Heather's car had broken down. She had managed to save a little tip money that week, but having the car fixed used it all up and then some. She didn't even have enough to get it out of the shop, and she was working extra shifts at the diner to raise the money. She was tired all the time, and her schoolwork was suffering.
Heather tried to sneak past Mr. Potter's room and had thought she made it when she heard his voice behind her.
"Heather, you're a bum," he said, "and you're about to be a homeless bum if I don't get my money."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Potter," said Heather, starting to cry, "but I'm broke this month. Isn't there any way you could let me slide this month?"
Heather felt a shiver travel up her spine as he openly ogled her body, licking his lips nervously. Sweat broke out on his brow, and he dabbed it with a tissue. His beady eyes and his upturned nose made her think of a pig as he stared at her.
"I'll tell you what," he said nervously, "I might be willing to let you slide this month if you give me a blowjob."
Bile rose in Heather's throat, and she felt like gagging. She would never put a man's penis in her mouth, not even Jack's and especially not this creepy old man's. Mr. Potter was skinny, shorter than she was, and almost completely bald. Under his unbuttoned shirt, coarse gray hair covered his chest, topped off by a tacky gold chain. He was simply one of the most disgusting men she had ever seen.
Potter could tell she didn't like the idea and said, "I'll give you tonight to think about it. Bring either your mouth or your money to my apartment at 8:00 am, or I'll be padlocking your door by noon." He looked at her hot body from her legs to her breasts again, wanting to drool when he saw the outline of her nipples pushing out her uniform blouse. He turned and entered his apartment.
Heather had trouble sleeping that night. Jack had called, wanting to come over, but she had told him she wasn't feeling well. She pictured Jack's penis in her mind. It was short and skinny, probably just under five inches long when erect. It was around the size of a lollipop and wouldn't be all that hard to put in her mouth. Plus, he only lasts a couple of strokes, and it would all be over in a couple of minutes. She had made up her mind by the time her alarm went off. She really didn't have a choice.
Heather dressed for school, wearing a conservative top over jeans despite the heat of the day. She kept thinking that it'll all be over in a couple of minutes as she left her apartment, slowly heading downstairs.
Heather gulped as she approached Mr. Potter's door, and she raised her fist, lightly rapping on the door, almost wishing he wouldn't hear her knock. He opened it immediately, almost as if he had been waiting on the other side. He was wearing a robe belted around his waist. The area around his crotch was tented out obscenely, and she wondered what he had shoved under his robe to make it bulge so much.
"Well, did you bring your money or your mouth?" he asked, leering at her.
Heather just held her head down and whispered, "My mouth."
Potter's eyes lit up with excitement. He stepped aside, and she entered his apartment. It was messy, with dirty clothes scattered on the floor and dirty dishes piled in the sink. Comics were scattered on the tables, most of them X-rated. Heather was surprised to see that many of the super-heroines had buxom bodies that resembled her own.
Mr. Potter sat down in a recliner and spread his legs. "Come on, bitch," he said, "you know what to do."
"No, I don't," answered Heather, a little shocked at his language.
Mr. Potter was surprised. "You mean you've never sucked a guy off before?"
"No," she replied, still looking down at the ground shyly. "I've always thought that oral sex was dirty and disgusting."
Potter was a little disappointed. He had assumed such a hot bitch was probably an expert at sucking cock. It occurred to him that he could teach her how to service him properly. He perked up a little when it hit him that she had probably never had her pussy eaten either, and he might be able to use this knowledge to his advantage. "Fine. Then I'll tell you what to do. Kneel between my legs," he ordered.
Heather's knees were shaking, and she was relieved to kneel down. She looked up at him, waiting for instructions.
"Okay, Heather," he said, "here's the deal. You suck on my cock until I cum, and you don't have to pay this month's rent. If you can't make me cum, it doesn't count. Understand?"
Heather nodded, wondering what the big deal was. If he wasn't any different from Jack, he'd orgasm after a couple of minutes. She also didn't like his coarse language. "Just don't orgasm in my mouth," she said.
"That's fine," he responded. "Now undo my robe and take my cock out."
Heather's first class of the day was in women's studies, and she wondered what her classmates would think of the base act she was about to perform. She reached out a shaking hand and opened his robe down to his belt, revealing his chest and stomach. She was surprised to see that his body was pretty cut and trim. He was lean, muscular, and probably fairly good-looking when he was younger. His white chest hair covered his upper torso, and a line of white hair pointed the way to his crotch under his navel. Heather decided that she should quit dawdling and just get this over with. She reached out and untied his belt. It came loose, and something smacked her in the chin with enough force to sting her a little.
Heather jumped back and stared in awe at the old man's crotch. His penis was simply gigantic. It had to be twelve inches long and as thick as her wrist. She had no idea that penises came in different sizes, and she didn't know how she was going to get this monstrosity in her mouth. She heard Mr. Potter cackling as she stared at his penis."Have you ever seen a cock that big?" he asked, still laughing at her.
Heather shook her head, still staring at it. She hated to admit it, but his cock - his penis - was beautiful. The head was plump and smooth, about as big as a plum. The rest of his rod was hard and thick. She thought that his penis was so big and hard that she could hammer nails with it. It wasn't fair that Jack's big, muscular body had a little limp penis, and Potter's short, skinny body had a proud, massive cock.
"First, bitch," he ordered, "I want you to lick around the head."
Heather gulped and reached out her hand to hold it steady. Her fingers closed around the tip, and she caressed it, still in awe over the size. It was only the second penis she had ever seen, and the first she had looked at this closely. She hadn't even really touched Jack's penis before, with the exception of squeezing it to make it hard enough to penetrate her. She hefted Potter's mighty penis in her hand, feeling how heavy it was. She lifted it and looked down the rod to his testicles. They were also gigantic, and they hung down low, heavy in their sack. The underside of his penis was dominated by a large blue vein that seemed to throb with each beat of his heart.
"Quit gawking and start sucking," said Potter, growing impatient.
Startled out of her reverie, Heather stroked her hand down his shaft and gripped the base, realizing that her fingers didn't even touch around the thick shaft. She brought her head forwards, disgusted to see that the pee-slit was opening and closing, as it dribbled out large amounts of pre-cum. She touched her lips to his cock, feeling the hard skin of his cock head against her lips. She tentatively licked out her tongue and flickered it across the tip, tasting his pre-cum. Heather then swirled her tongue around the big bulbous head, running it along the hard flared ridge and back up to tease his pee-slit.
"Oh yeah, baby," moaned Potter, "Now lick up and down the sides."
This really isn't that bad, thought Heather as she finished licking around the head and proceeded to lick up and down the foot-long shaft.
"Now take my balls in your mouth," he ordered.
Heather ran her lips down the big vein on the underside to the base of his cock. The monster was resting against her face, the tip pushing into her blonde hair as she licked his balls. She took first one and then the other into her mouth, licking her tongue all around the big hairy things.
"Enough," he barked, "Now it's time you started sucking, bitch."
Heather ran her mouth back up his rod and then she stopped staring at it for a minute. She put her lips back on the tip and opened her mouth. She pushed down, feeling her jaw stretch as the big plum-sized head entered her mouth. She ran her tongue around the head as she sucked on it in her mouth.
Potter loved how hot and wet her mouth was. "More, bitch," he said, wanting to feel his entire cock inside her mouth.
Heather relaxed her jaw and pushed down, taking several inches of his rod into her mouth. She felt the head sliding into her throat, and she gagged, removing her mouth from the shaft to catch her breath.
"You are a worthless bum," said Potter contemptuously. "You might as well give up now and start looking for another place to live."
Horrified that she would still get thrown out even after going this far, Heather immediately swallowed the head back into her mouth and began swallowing again.
Potter wanted to shout with triumph as this buxom teenager slowly swallowed more and more of his cock into her mouth. She reached the halfway point and began gagging again. "You really suck at this, Heather," he said. She looked up at him angrily, with a look of determination on her face. He loved seeing her look at him like that with her lips wrapped around his cock. She started swallowing again, and he said, "Relax your throat and just let it slide in."
Heather wasn't a worthless bum, and she was determined to prove to this old man that she could do it. At eight inches, she began sucking, catching her breath when her mouth was on the tip and trying to take more of his cock with each swallow. Her jaw was loosening, and it was becoming easier as she got used to it. She was also ashamed at how her body was responding to this degrading act. Her half-erect nipples were rubbing her bra, and she could feel dampness on her panties. Her whole body felt alive and ultra-sensitive, even more than when she made love to Jack. Concentrating hard, she pushed down, feeling the old man's penis push into her throat, and she kept going. Something tickled her nose, and opening her eyes, she saw his gray pubic hair staring her in the face. She had taken it all.
"Why, you cocksucking slut," he said, laughing, "It looks like we've found something you're actually good at."
Heather swore she could hear her nipples pop out, rock hard, and her vagina started gushing at his compliment...insult? Why would her body be reacting this way? He seemed to enjoy demeaning her. Still, she was pleased to know that he was enjoying this.
"Now, slut," he ordered, "suck that cock hard and fast."
Her mind rebelled against following this disgusting old man's orders, but her body leapt to obey. She sucked on his entire cock for what seemed like an eternity, developing a rhythm of sucking on it and licking around the head as she caught her breath. Heather experimented, finding that he reacted more with her lips squeezing tightly around his shaft. Finally, it seemed to grow even larger, and the old man started moaning, bucking his hips into her mouth. She knew he was close, and she quickly sucked up, removing it from her mouth. She held it steady, pointing at her face. It seemed to tremble in her hand, and the head was simply gigantic. It had turned a dark red and seemed like it was about to explode at any second.
"Goddammit, bitch," screamed Potter. "Make me cum."
She saw his fingers clenching the arms of the chair, and he seemed ready to leap out of his seat with frustration. Heather was used to cleaning up Jack's few drops of semen from her vagina after sex, and she was curious what it looked like oozing out of a penis. She slowly brought her fist up from the base to the head and back down again. When she reached the halfway point, the pee-slit opened wide, and it seemed to spit at her. She blinked as a large wad of sperm exploded in her face. The monster penis acted like a living animal as it leaped out of her hand and blew another wad into her hair. She fell back in horror at the sperm bath, and another wad flew on her blouse. She watched in awe as more wads of cum flew from the engorged head until the pressure was gone. He wasn't done yet though, his penis kept pouring out sperm onto the floor, soiling the carpet.
It was Potter's turn to look at Heather in awe. "Damn, slut," he said, "that was the best fucking load I ever blew."
Heather felt a shiver run through her body when she heard that she had pleased him. She watched his penis. It throbbed with each beat of his heart, shrinking slowly until it hung over the chair, still at least eight inches long when soft. She looked up at her landlord; he was staring back at her lustfully. She looked down at his penis again and was shocked to see that the monster was swelling again, growing bigger and longer as it grew erect once more. Jack never got hard right after cumming! Heather felt sperm trickling down her cheek, and not knowing what else to do, she ran from his apartment.
Heather ran into her room and locked the door. She looked at herself in the bathroom mirror, disgusted to see the unbelievable number of strands of sperm covering her face, hair, and soiling her blouse. Still, she also realized that this was the most turned on she had ever been, and she would be calling Jack to come over that night.
Heather felt the sperm liquefying, and it started dripping down her cheeks and over her lips. She unconsciously licked her lips, tasting a man's cum for the first time. She realized what she had done and grabbed her toothbrush, covering the bristles with toothpaste to try to cleanse her mouth. Heather would have to take another shower, and she worried that she would be late for her women's studies class. She glanced over at her alarm clock and did a double-take. She had already missed her class! She had been with Mr. Potter for an hour and a half.
Heather could swear that her panties stayed damp all day. She ran into Jack near the end of the day.
"Feeling better, I see," he said, a little put out and frustrated that he didn't get any last night.
"Sorry, honey," she replied, wanting to tear into his pants right then and there. "Please come over right after school, and we'll spend the evening in bed. I'm off work tonight."
"And what do you want to do in bed?" said Jack, perking up.
Heather wasn't one to talk dirty, but decided to see how Jack might react. "I want to suck your cock and then fuck your brains out," she said, smiling sweetly.
Jack's eyes widened in shock, then he grinned from ear to ear. "I don't know what's gotten into you, but I like it. I can't wait for tonight."
"Just don't be late," said Heather, running off to her next class.
That evening, Heather was climbing the walls with sexual frustration as she raced back to her apartment. She ran into Jack on the way there, and hand in hand, they entered the building. Potter was waiting in the hallway.
"Don't forget, rent's due in two weeks," he said.
Heather sighed; she was two weeks late today, and now she only had another two weeks to raise $500.
"What a creepy little guy," whispered Jack as they ran up the stairs.
"You have no idea."
The young couple entered her apartment and started stripping. Heather was still embarrassed by her body and flicked the lights off. You could still see pretty well, and she jumped under the covers to hide her nudity.Heather watched Jack strip off his pants, and she felt her heart sink with disappointment when she saw his limp little noodle of a penis. The words "creepy little guy" came to mind. He climbed into bed beside her, and she practically pulled him on top of her in an effort to get him inside her.
"Hold on, baby," he said, lying on his back and pulling the covers down. "You said you wanted to suck on my cock."
Heather smiled seductively and looked up at him as she slowly kissed down his muscular chest towards his crotch. This was going to be easy compared to her ordeal from this afternoon. "Just warn me before you cum," she said before sucking the head into her mouth.
"Yeah, suck on that big cock," said Jack as she swallowed him whole. Heather practically snickered as he called his pathetic little penis a "big cock." He doesn't even know what big is. It was so easy sucking this little thing; it wasn't even a challenge.
Heather had bobbed her head up and down his penis five times when she felt something warm and sticky in her mouth. "You jerk," she said angrily, "You came in my mouth." She swallowed his two or three drops of cum, thinking that it wasn't really enough to complain about, and it actually didn't taste bad.
"Sorry, honey," he answered before yawning. "It just felt so good that I couldn't control myself."
Heather didn't care; she just wanted him hard again. She tugged on his penis, trying to make it erect. She hadn't known men recovered that fast until she had seen Mr. Potter's big cock rising again after blowing him. "Jesus, Heather," he said sleepily, "I'm not made of sperm, you know."
Crying out with frustration, Heather desperately tried to make him hard again. She tugged futilely on it and took it into her mouth again, but nothing worked. Then it hit her: Jack loved her freakish breasts, and she brought them up, wrapping his little penis around them. She squeezed her breasts tight, pulling them up and down, trying to make him hard again, but all she got out of Jack was a snore. He was fast asleep.
Jack slept like the dead all night. It was still early, and Heather got up and did some homework, but she had trouble concentrating. All she could think about was her own horniness and her landlord's massive penis. She finally crawled into bed around midnight, tugging on Jack's penis once again to no avail. She hoped he would be ready to go again in the morning. She had trouble falling asleep that night.
Heather was on her knees, fully clothed, about to be forced to suck on Potter's pathetic little penis. A window shattered, and Jack flew into the room, nude except for a red cape. Jack's giant penis was hard and over a foot long. He strode across the room and smacked Potter across the head with his mighty penis. Potter flew across the room, slamming into the wall. Jack turned his super-cock on her and hosed her body with sperm, before grabbing her and flying out the window towards the setting sun.
Heather awoke from her dream around dawn. She sleepily reached out, feeling Jack's penis was still limp, and tugging on it didn't work. She rolled over, falling asleep again.
Heather was kneeling, about to suck on the little penis again. Looking up, she saw Jack grinning down at her evilly. The window burst, and Potter strolled in, nude except for a red cape. Energy flowed in waves down his body, making his gray chest hair shine with power. The energy seemed to flow into his massive cock, as the tip crackled with electricity. Potter leaped to Jack and smacked him backwards with his cock, before turning it on Heather and spraying her with sperm. Heather reached out and grasped his cock. She was nude this time, and she pointed his cock all over her body, making sure she was covered in his sperm. Potter pushed her back in the chair and shoved his cock into her mouth. It pumped gallons of sperm, and she lovingly swallowed it all, before he moved it down, pointing it at her vagina. She parted her legs, and he slammed it in with one mighty thrust.
The alarm woke her up, the dreams fading fast from her memory. The area between her legs was soaked, and she reached out for Jack's penis, but it wasn't there. He had left already.
Part 2
Two weeks later, Heather stumbled home from work, completely exhausted. Mr. Potter, her landlord, was waiting for her outside his apartment.
"Your rent's due," he said.
Heather had just paid for all her textbooks and had no money. She still hadn't been able to get her car out of the garage. She couldn't look Potter in the face as she asked, "I don't have the money. I was hoping you'd let me get by if I sucked you off again." She couldn't believe that she had just asked to suck him off. The last time, he had left her with no choice, but now she was offering him her mouth.
"Why, you little cock-hungry slut," laughed Potter. "You want to suck me off again, don't you?"
Heather didn't answer him, but her nipples popped out, and her vagina started gushing when he called her a slut. Why did her body respond like that when he degraded her? The truth was, she did want to suck him off again. Heather had thought of Mr. Potter's cock every day since she had first seen it. She had quit sucking Jack's cock, as it just wasn't as rewarding, and he was never able to get hard again enough to fuck her afterwards.
"Okay, deal," said Potter, "but this time, you have to be naked, and you have to strip in front of me."
The thought of the old man seeing her nude disgusted and horrified Heather, but she nodded. She had been too skinny as a pre-teen and had always been insecure. She had gained weight in all the right places by high school, but her breasts had grown unusually large, and she thought she looked top-heavy. "When do you want payment?" she asked.
"Right now, slut," he said. She was moving to come into his apartment, but he stopped her. "Go shower first, you stink, and wear something sexy when you come back."
Meatloaf night again, she thought, smelling her uniform. Heather nodded and walked up the stairs to her apartment. She stripped and entered the shower. She thought about what she was about to do with her landlord. Her women's studies teacher had said that all sex is rape and that men force women to prostitute themselves, even husbands. It shamed her to think that she was prostituting herself, but she shivered with excitement at the thought.
Heather dried herself off and fixed her hair. She didn't have much money and couldn't afford new clothes. She didn't have anything really sexy to wear and settled on a sweater that showed off half an inch of skin around her waist. She dressed and hurried downstairs.
Potter was naked except for a pair of Superman boxer shorts. He sat in his chair, reading a comic book about a blonde super-heroine with the IQ of a fruit fly. She had gigantic boobs and always found herself getting fucked by the super-villains she was fighting against. His young tenant's knock interrupted his reading.
"Come on in, slut," he called. He watched Heather come in. "Dumb bitch. You call that sexy?" She wasn't showing off her navel or her legs.
"This is all I have," she responded, a little upset that he wasn't happy with her outfit.
"It's okay," he said, trying to cheer her up. "You'll just have to hurry up and get naked then. You can start by taking your sweater off."
Heather started to pull her sweater over her head, then she saw the light switch. She automatically reached out and turned it off.
"What the fuck!" screamed Potter. "Turn that damn light back on." His tenant switched the light back on, seeming a little scared by his outburst. "You come over begging to suck my cock, and you think you can do it in the dark. Now take off your fucking sweater."
Heather leaped to obey him, pulling her sweater over her head. She quickly moved her arms across her breasts.
Potter briefly noticed a bulky, ratty, old bra before she covered up her breasts. Her waist was slim, and her sexy stomach was flat. "Now slowly unbutton your jeans and pull them off."
Heather noticed the big "S" on the front of his Superman boxer shorts was starting to tent, and she found herself craving to see his cock again. She unbuttoned her jeans and slowly unzipped them.
Potter couldn't believe the body on this young eighteen-year-old girl. He watched her big boobs dangle down as she struggled to get the jeans down over her hips. When she was down to just her bra and panties, she straightened back up, covering her underwear with her hands. "Now take off your bra and leave your fucking hands down at your sides."
Heather unhooked her bra and gulped as she removed it. Standing topless in a well-lit room for the first time with a man, she struggled not to cover up her breasts. She heard a tearing sound, and looking at Potter, she saw that his mighty cock had ripped through the Velcro on the front of his underwear. It somehow seemed appropriate for that cock to be rising up from the Superman emblem.
Potter felt like an angel was standing topless before him. No wonder you can always see her nipples, he thought, looking at the fat, inch-long, rock-hard rods. They look like miniature cocks, he thought. Her breasts were huge and firm. Her areola were as big around as a beer can, cone-shaped and topped off by her long flagpole nipples. Her nipples were upthrust proudly, one pointed a little to the left and the other to the right. "Take them panties off, bitch," he said. "I want to see you naked."
Tears started rolling down Heather's cheeks as she pulled down her panties, revealing her naked body to the old man.
Potter just about died when he saw that she was a natural blonde. He heard her sob, taking his eyes off her boobs and her pussy for a second. "Why are you crying?"
"Because I'm a freak," she replied, sobbing.
"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," he said. "Turn around." Potter made a circling motion with his finger.
"I don't believe you," she replied, but she circled around for him."You stupid slut, you don't know how lucky you are," he said, looking at her tight ass. "I've seen dozens of pornos, fucked hundreds of sluts, and none of the women have ever compared to you." Of course, in forty years, those nipples will be hanging down past your navel, he thought. Shame they can't stay young forever. "Come here."
Heather assumed it was time, and she walked over towards his spread legs. Her knees wobbled as she fell to them before his supercock. Her landlord shoved a comic in her face. The woman on the page had large breasts and big, pointy nipples. Her breasts seemed too big for her body, and... "She looks like me!" said Heather, surprised.
"Yes, Heather," said Potter, putting the comic away. "The artist drew a perfect woman. Your body is perfect." He thought that the truth dawned on her a little as she seemed to brighten up. Time to bring her down a notch. "Now, I've never had a perfect woman prostitute herself to me for a blow job before. Get sucking."
Heather wanted nothing more at that moment than to have his cock in her mouth again. She bent forward and kissed his cock head. She grabbed it and struggled to get his boxers off, but she couldn't bend his cock enough, and she gave up. The opening on the boxers was quite long, and she pulled it open and pushed it under his testicles, so that his entire cock and balls were freed. Potter could swear he heard a contented purr come from her throat as she locked her lips around his cock. She hadn't forgotten anything from last time, and she was actually getting better. He was sixty years old, and his cock had gotten hundreds of women to fuck and suck him. Heather was on her second blow job, and already she was in the top 5%. He let her suck on it for about fifteen minutes before saying, "You sexy whore. You love sucking on that big cock, don't you?" She didn't answer, and he grabbed the back of her hair and pulled her head back. "I said, you love sucking on my cock, don't you?"
Heather was more pissed for being interrupted than for having her hair pulled. "Yes, you bastard," she said, wiping spit from her mouth. "I love sucking on your cock." Potter released her, and she immediately returned her attention to his cock.
Potter let her suck him off, loving the sight of her lips wrapped around his thick shaft. When she came up for air, he said, "Am I bigger than that big ape you're dating?"
"His penis is a little worm compared to your big cock," she said without thinking. Heather suddenly felt guilty for betraying Jack.
"His little worm doesn't satisfy you, does it?"
"Yes, it does," she said, knowing it was a lie and knowing that Potter knew it as well. "I love him." Heather wanted to stop the conversation, so she returned to sucking him off.
"Tell me what's on your mind whenever you catch your breath."
Heather didn't know what he meant, but the next time she came up for air, she said, "God, I love your big cock," and the next time, "I wish Jack had a cock this big."
Heather watched Potter lean forward. He reached out for her breasts. She tensed up, waiting for him to roughly paw at them, like Jack did. Instead, she felt a gentle caress move down the curve of her breast, and he gently took her nipple between his fingers and ran them up and down like he was jacking off her nipple. A wave of electricity shot through her body, and she moaned at his touch. He caressed her breasts for a long time before moving both hands up to her shoulders. She moaned as he began massaging her shoulders. His cock was growing, seeming to tremble in her mouth, and she knew he was getting close, so she increased her pace. His hand moved up to the nape of her neck and began rubbing it. She felt him tense up, and she knew he was about to cum. Heather backed up, but the hand on her neck clamped down, holding about half his cock in her mouth. Heather swore she could feel the vein pulsing in her mouth and the pee-slit open on the swollen head of his cock.
His sperm burst into her mouth, filling it with the first blast. She was surprised at how hot it was as it slid down her throat, filling her belly. More blasts came, overflowing her mouth until sperm trickled down her chin, leaking out of her cock-filled mouth. The blasts stopped, but more sperm poured out of the tip like a hose watering a garden. She realized that he had stopped holding the back of her neck and that she had continued trying to suck up more of his sperm into her belly. She didn't take her mouth off his cock until she was sure she had sucked out every last drop. When he was done, embarrassed, Heather quickly threw her jeans and sweater on, running for the door.
"Your rent's just gone up, Heather," he called out to her. "From now on, you have to do this once a week."
"I understand," she said weakly before running from his apartment.It was throbbing as if it was gasping for air after being trapped underneath all those clothes. This thing should never be covered up, she thought, as she bent forward to kiss it. Heather took the fat head into her mouth and teased it with her tongue before she began to swallow. Her throat was getting used to being invaded by his foot-long cock, and it was getting easier every time.
Potter had trouble concentrating, but he managed to fix her pipes. He pulled himself out from under the sink and stood up. Heather never once took her lips off his cock while he did so. He let her blow him while he stood there. He liked having such a beautiful thing kneeling before him with his cock sliding in and out of her mouth. He got tired of standing and pulled a kitchen chair over to sit down on. "This doesn't count towards your rent, bitch," he said roughly.
Heather just nodded and continued to suck him off.
Potter wanted to see her tits again, and he leaned forward and untied her top. He was surprised that she didn't protest, and he leaned forward and gently caressed her nipples.
Forty-five minutes later, her belly full of sperm, Heather sat back contented.
"Thanks, bitch. That was a nice surprise. Why did you do it?" said Potter. Now was his chance, he thought. It had been several years since he had tasted any pussy and a generation since he had tasted pussy as young as hers.
"I d-don't know," she answered, confused. "I wanted to do it. I like sucking your cock."
"Why, you little slut," he said, delighted. "I guess I owe you for that one. It's time I repaid you."
"I don't want any money," she said, misunderstanding him.
"Not with money, with my mouth."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Trust me," he said, grabbing her hand and leading her over to the couch. Potter positioned her before the couch, and he swiftly bent down and yanked down her bikini bottoms, leaving her naked. Heather yelped in surprise. "Mr. Potter, stop," she cried, but he pushed her down and kneeled between her legs, spreading them apart. "What are you....oh my god." His tongue had just licked up her labia and flickered across her clit.
Heather had never felt such pleasure in her life. Sex with Jack didn't even come close to feeling as good as this talented old man's tongue did. Three minutes and seven seconds after he started licking her pussy, Heather had the first orgasm of her life with a man forty-two years her senior.
The blood rushed to her head, and she screamed with pleasure. The old woman next door pounded on the wall, yelling, "Keep it down, you slut." Heather now understood why so many women made such a big deal about sex.
Heather's biggest shock came when Potter didn't stop licking her vagina. She looked down between her large breasts at his bald head buried between her legs. Her belly was undulating, and her hips were rising to meet the thrusts of his tongue. She thought that his baldness wasn't really that ugly; it made him look virile.
"You like having your pussy eaten, don't you, slut?" he asked, before returning to teasing her clit with his tongue.
"God, yes," she moaned, feeling another orgasm approaching. "I love it. Eat my pussy."
Potter's cock was hard again. He knew he could probably fuck her, but he wanted to wait until she asked for it. He started jacking off as she screamed in the throes of a second orgasm. Heather was starting to think she would die from the pleasure. She felt his finger pushing at her pussy and parted her legs to let it in. He continued licking along her clit as his finger slowly pushed into her pussy, where only Jack's penis had ever been before. Unlike Jack's limp little penis, Potter's finger knew what it was doing. She had a third orgasm as it began rubbing along a little knob deep in her body. The blood rushed in her ears, and she barely heard herself begging him to stop, but he didn't, and she came again.
The slut was writhing around in ecstasy as he fingered her. Potter's tongue was getting tired, and he was close to cumming. His other hand was busy fingering her, and he pulled it back and slid two fingers in. He looked up her gorgeous body towards her face. She was staring at him in awe, her eyes wide, her mouth was open and seemed to be saying, "No." Then her eyes rolled up into the back of her head, and she screamed again. Her hips leapt up, pushing his fingers in deeper and her pussy into his mouth as the biggest orgasm yet hit her.
Potter felt her pussy balloon around his fingers, and his face got soaked as she came. He pulled up and stood between her legs, stroking his foot-long cock rapidly. "Uurgh," he grunted as he came.
Heather opened her eyes in time to see his massive cock spit out a large wad of cum onto her right nipple and then another onto her belly. A couple more strands erupted from the head, covering her nude body. When he was done cumming, he leaned forward, so that his cock was in her face, and Heather instinctively kissed it, then cleaned off the head with her tongue.
Heather watched Potter quickly get dressed and then, without a word, he left. She felt a big wad of sperm slide into her belly button, and she scooped it out with her finger, licking it clean.
Heather laid down in bed early that night, exhausted but thoroughly content. Her pussy was a little sore and felt sensitive. She had trouble falling asleep as she kept thinking about old Mr. Potter eating out her pussy earlier that day.
Heather didn't know what was happening to her. She was changing, and she thought it was for the better. Since paying off her landlord with a blow job, she was even starting to think differently. She now thought of her vagina as her pussy and Potter's penis as a cock. Jack's she still thought of as a penis, somehow the little thing didn't deserve to be called a cock.
Heather was also slowly starting to feel comfortable with her body. Her mother constantly belittled her looks, and Heather suddenly realized that her mother was jealous. She was like the evil queen in Snow White, whose daughter had usurped her as "the fairest of them all." Anyway, men surely didn't think she looked bad.
Two days later, Heather had one of her long days. Nine hours of classes and five hours at the diner. She was horny, and she squirmed in her seat all day. Her pussy had recovered from being eaten two days before, and now it wanted more. She showered after work and laid down in bed. She knew she would have trouble sleeping again that night.
She had barely been in bed a couple of minutes when there was a knock on the door, and Jack let himself in.
"Heather," he called, "are you awake?"
"Yeah, Jack," she called back.
He came into her bedroom and turned on the light. He smiled at her and started stripping.
"Jack, I'm not really in the mood," she told him, thinking, "Why bother?"
Jack stopped taking off his shirt and said, "Damn it, Heather, you're never in the mood."
"I'm sorry, but it's been a long day, and I'm tired."
"Come on, bitch, you can't leave me hanging like this," he said. "At least suck me off again."
First Potter, now Jack. She wasn't a bitch. Why did they keep calling her that? "Okay," she said, feeling guilty and pushing back the covers.
Jack was surprised that she agreed. She hadn't expressed interest in sucking him off again since the first time she had done it several weeks ago. He was even more surprised to see that she was sleeping naked and she was getting out of bed nude with the light still on. "Heather, when did you start sleeping nude?"
Heather looked down at her body. She hadn't even realized it. "I don't know, I guess I was just too tired to throw something on." She watched Jack pull down his pants. His little penis was the hardest she'd ever seen it as he stared at her nude body. Yeah, she definitely wasn't ugly. It was her mom they should be calling a bitch.
She kneeled before Jack and smiled up at him. He looked so arrogant looking down at her as he stood there. He shouldn't feel arrogant; he should be embarrassed about his little appendage.
Heather leaned forward and took his tiny penis in her mouth. The head barely touched her throat as she easily deep-throated him.
"God, your lips look good wrapped around my big cock," he said.
The only thing big about you is your ego, she thought. Heather hadn't even gotten started when she felt it jerk in her mouth. His penis dribbled out a couple of drops of sperm, barely enough to whet her appetite. It wasn't even rich-tasting like Potter's sperm; Jack's was more like water. His knees were shaking, and he yanked his penis out of her mouth as if he couldn't take having it touched any more.
"That felt so good, baby," he murmured, catching his breath.
Heather stood up and sat on the bed. He was smiling at her, but he also looked like he was half asleep. She spread her legs and said, "Now it's your turn. Come do me." She waited expectantly, but the look on his face said it all. The thought disgusted him.
"No way am I going to put my mouth down there," said Jack.
Heather felt the tears start to roll down her eyes. "Then I don't want to see you over here ever again." This man didn't care about her needs at all. He only cared about blowing his load, as small as it was. This was the man whom she had given her virginity, whom she had thought she loved.
"B-But Heather, I...," Jack stuttered, shocked.
"Just get out," she screamed, standing and pushing him towards the door.
Jack grabbed his clothes and left as she slammed the door in his face and chain-locked it.
Heather laid back down in bed, crying. Her stomach rumbled, and she was still horny.
Potter opened his door, and he wasn't surprised to see Heather standing there. He had watched her boyfriend storm out a few minutes ago. She had thrown on a pair of sweats and was barefoot. "Why, Heather," he said, trying to act surprised. "Come in. What brings you down here?"
"P-Please, Mr. Potter," she stuttered, "I need to cum. Please eat my pussy again."
"Worthless boyfriend won't do it, huh. Well, I'd be happy to.Heather learned how to sixty-nine that night. She liked it, but found her orgasms distracted her from the big, beautiful cock in her mouth.
Part 4
A month later, Potter let himself into Heather's apartment to check on her pipes. It was like a furnace in her place. He turned the air conditioner on to cool the room. Heather was stopping by his place three times a week now for oral sex, and he figured that was payment enough. He could cover the electric bill for her.
She was addicted to sucking his cock now, and she was also hooked on having her pussy eaten. She said it relaxed her, that it helped her sleep, and she liked to cum after a hard day's work.
He quickly checked the pipes, then looked around the kitchen. The only food he saw was a well-scraped jar of peanut butter and some stale bread. A couple of greeting cards were on the table, and he remembered it was her birthday today.
A beautiful girl like her shouldn't be working all day and then coming home to stale bread on her birthday. Then Potter had an idea. He hated going to the mall on a Saturday, but then he didn't have anything better to do.
Heather got home around six that night after a hard day's work. Potter met her in the hall. "Happy Birthday, Heather," he said.
"Thanks, but so far it hasn't been very happy," she replied, "unless you let me come over for a couple of hours tonight."
"Why, you don't even need to ask me," he said, smiling, "but I'm afraid I have some bad news. You have a moth problem in your room, and I had to bug bomb it. You can't go home until tomorrow morning."
Heather looked distraught. "But where will I sleep tonight?"
"You'll just have to stay with me, and I'll even take you out for a nice birthday dinner," he said.
A nice dinner sounded good to her, and a whole night of oral sex didn't sound too bad either. "Can I at least go get a change of clothes?"
Potter shook his head. "Everything was infested. I had to burn all your clothes."
Heather was horrified. All she owned was her work uniform!
Heather stripped and climbed into the shower. A ring of dirt circled the tub at the water level. Potter really needs a maid, she thought as the hot water cascaded over her body, wiping away the diner smells.
When she had dried off, Heather went to the bedroom and found that Potter had laid out some bags of clothes on the bed. She rifled through the bags and was aghast to see they all contained either short skirts or skimpy tops. She couldn't wear these out to dinner and certainly not to school, but it was these outfits or her work uniform. She didn't have a choice.
Heather couldn't find a bra, but she found some underwear in a bag. She pulled the panties on, feeling them slip into the crack of her ass. They were thong panties! Heather was surprised that they actually felt quite comfortable as she felt the cool air blowing on her butt cheeks. Heather tried on some skirts, finally settling on a light blue one. The skirt only reached halfway to her knees and it showed off her legs nicely.
She tried on some tops, going with a white halter that showed off her entire stomach. Damn! She could also see the entire outline of her areola under the white material. Why didn't he buy her a bra? She looked around for the bra she had worn to work, but it had disappeared.
Heather found a pretty pair of sandals in the last bag. They showed off her dainty little feet and completed her new look. At least, until she could save up some money and buy some decent attire from the thrift store.
You look sexy, flashed in her mind when she looked at herself in the mirror. Her legs were long and slim. Her belly was flat and had a nice tan from sun bathing in the bikini. The skirt even matched her bright blue eyes.
Slowly, Heather was starting to feel good about her body. Wearing the skimpy bikini, Potter showing her the comic book women, and men's reactions to her looks were starting to build up the self-esteem that her mother had destroyed.
Potter's jaw hit the floor when she came out into the living room and spun around for him.
"You like," said Heather. She was surprised to see that he had changed into a nice pair of pants with a shirt with a tie. He actually looked somewhat handsome.
"Me like," he answered. Potter was going out in public with a sexy girl young enough to be his granddaughter. Not only was he taking her out to dinner, but tonight he planned to fuck her.
To Heather, the biggest surprise of the evening was that she had fun. She had a great dinner and, even though she wasn't much of a drinker, several glasses of wine. Potter talked mostly about comic books and she actually found the subject quite interesting. He was also very funny and seemed to get even funnier after each glass of wine.
"Hey Jack, isn't that your girlfriend?"
Jack was seated at the bar on his way to becoming shit-faced. He looked over at his buddy sitting next to him and then at the girl he was pointing at. "No, Heather would never..." He did a double take when he realized it was Heather and she was dressed like a slut! Dressed like he had always wished she would. He narrowed his eyes, staring drunkenly at the little bald man she was sitting with. He recognized the man as her creepy, old landlord, and his hand was resting on her bare knee!
"Why that fucking slut," he said. "She's fucking him to get out of paying her rent." That's the only possible reason she'd be out with him. He watched as Potter paid the bill and they got up to leave. Heather was clearly drunk, and the old man had his arm around her bare waist, supporting her. Jack excused himself and followed the couple out.
Heather couldn't remember ever having a birthday this fun in years, and the night wasn't over yet. She couldn't wait to have Potter's head between her legs.
Mr. Potter helped a drunken Heather into his apartment. He held her still and quickly flicked up her halter top so that her bare tits were exposed. She was taller than he, and he didn't have to bend down very far to take one of her nipples into his mouth. It quickly turned completely erect with desire. He heard her moan as he ran his tongue around her long nipples. He felt her grab his cock underneath his pants, and she gave it a little squeeze.
Heather felt Potter's hands on her shoulders, and he pushed her down. She quickly fell to her knees and unzipped his pants. He wasn't wearing underwear, and she easily yanked his pants down to his ankles. His giant cock stared her in the face.
She took him in her mouth and began lovingly slurping on his penis. She knew what he liked now, and soon he was bucking his hips into her mouth. Still, it took him thirty minutes to fill her belly with his sperm.
Potter stripped and watched Heather as she took the rest of her clothes off. He pushed her back onto the couch and sat her down, kneeling between her legs. She eagerly spread her legs for him, and he could see her juices glistening on her labia. Potter leaned forward and licked her half-heartedly with his tongue.
Heather frowned and moved her hips around, trying to get his tongue in deeper. Nothing worked. "What's wrong?"
Potter stopped eating her pussy. "I'm sorry. My jaw's sore."
"Please, I need to cum," she practically screamed in frustration. Heather had never felt this horny before.
Jack heard her beg the old man to give her an orgasm as he leaned against the door. Good luck, he thought, nothing can make that frigid bitch cum. He reached down and slowly turned the handle. It was unlocked.
Potter looked up from between her legs. "I'm sorry I can't do it, but I could fuck you," he said. "Think how good that would feel. My big cock could fill you a lot more than my little tongue can. It'll make you cum like you never have before."
Yes, Heather thought, that would feel good, but she almost said, no. After her disappointment with Jack, she had decided not to sleep with another man until she was married. Potter's tongue satisfied her sexual urges, but now that wasn't working. Her horniness and the booze made her give in. "Yes," she cried, "put it in my pussy. Make me cum. Fuck me."
Potter sat up. His cock was throbbing with desire. He had made her blow him earlier because he wanted this moment to last forever. He moved forward so that his cock was touching her labia.
Heather jumped when she felt the fat head of his cock touch her pussy. She pushed down with her hips, desperate to feel him inside her, but he just teased her until she thought she was going to die with frustration. Finally, he pushed down, and she moaned as she felt her pussy lips spread around his cockhead. Her eyes grew wide at the shock of having something so wide enter her, and her old landlord became only the second man to penetrate her. As her pussy lips closed around the head of his cock, she corrected herself. Potter was the first man to ever truly fuck her. Jack didn't count.
"Your pussy is so fucking tight," said Potter as he pushed a couple of inches in.
Heather began raising her hips to meet his thrusts. He was slowly moving in and out of her, letting her become accustomed to his size. She felt the first orgasm building up before he wasn't even half way in. Then his cock was yanked from her pussy.
Jack had crept into the room and watched the old guy's ass flex as he began to penetrate his girlfriend. He couldn't see much of her body, but the expression on her face seemed to indicate she was enjoying it. Jack felt like he was about to vomit in disgust at seeing his beautiful girlfriend with the ugly little bald man. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore and grabbed the man from behind.
"Put it back in," screamed Heather. She opened her eyes to see Jack throw Mr. Potter against the wall. Jack's face was flushed with anger. He spun Potter around and put one hand against his throat. She thought Jack might choke him to death, and Potter's face had gone white as a sheet.
The adrenaline rush caused Jack's penis to get hard."Slut," he said, looking at Heather, "how could you fuck this old man?"
Jack looked down Heather's incredible body. Her legs were still spread, and her pussy was wide open for him to see. Her labia was spread apart, and her clit was engorged with desire. He looked the old man in the face and clenched his fist. He drew back, ready to punch him, then he felt something poking him in the balls. Jack's face went white as he realized the old guy must have his hand down at his balls, ready to squeeze. Jack noticed that the old guy's hands were hanging limply down at his sides, but then what was poking his nuts?
Jack released Potter's throat, and he gasped for breath. When Jack looked down, he saw the big cock poking him in the crotch. Jack fell backwards, staring in horror at Potter's foot-long cock.
Potter was scared to death of the bigger man but said, "Never seen a man's cock before, have you, Jack? Heather tells me you have a little boy's penis." Potter started walking towards Jack, who crawled backwards, still staring in horror at Potter's penis. "No wonder you can't satisfy her or any woman for that matter."
Jack couldn't think straight in his drunken state. He just stared at the giant penis as it talked to him and told him how worthless he was. As the penis came closer, Jack turned and ran. It could have Heather. He couldn't satisfy her or any woman for that matter. He stopped running long enough to vomit in the yard. Jack felt his penis retreating into his scrotum and wondered if it would ever come back out.
Heather forgot about Jack the moment he was gone. She spread her legs wide as Potter returned between them. She moaned as he rubbed the length of his cock along her pussy lips, until he felt it was well lubricated, then he pushed down, and her lips stretched out to engulf the big head again.
Potter felt his cock head get swallowed by her pussy. Her pussy muscles seemed to flex around his cock, trying to pull him in deeper. He didn't resist, and he slowly worked a few more inches in. How long had it been since he had fucked a girl this young? Had they ever been this tight? He looked at her face. She was staring in awe at the seven inches of cock still out of her pussy.
Heather felt a deep sense of belonging as she stared at the cock penetrating her. This big cock owned her, and it had taken possession of her long before now, almost since the moment she had seen it. An orgasm overwhelmed her when he reached six inches. Jack had never penetrated her this far, and Potter was only halfway in.
Heather awoke some time later, not remembering passing out. She was breathing heavily, and her pussy hurt even more than when she had lost her virginity. She looked down. Only about three inches of Potter's cock remained. He wasn't moving and seemed to be waiting for something. Heather didn't think she could take any more, but she wanted to try.
Potter had seen Heather pass out from the last orgasm, and he immediately took advantage of her comatose state to shove more of his cock in. He was a little disappointed that she couldn't take any more than nine inches, but then few women had, and only a couple took it all. He felt her legs wrap around his ass, her ankles squeezing his butt cheeks.
"I want it all," she said through clenched teeth.
Potter felt her legs squeeze, pulling the remaining three inches into her. She screamed through her teeth, and she thrashed her head from side to side. He watched sweat form on her brow, and it began to roll down her face. It looked like she was giving birth.
Heather had never felt such pain, but it was fading. Her pussy was stretching out to accommodate the invader, and she could feel her juices flowing to lubricate it. She slowly unclenched her legs, freeing Potter from her grip. "Fuck me, Mr. Potter," she said.
Potter knew how to fuck a woman. He started slow, sliding only an inch or two out. He looked down at his cock impaling her; he could never figure out where it all went. He decided to increase the pace and began sliding six inches out. She started grunting and raising her hips to meet his thrusts. "Slut, you like being fucked by a big cock, don't you."
"God, yes. I love big cock. I love your cock. I love you," she cried, cumming again. "I love you."
Potter was a little shocked when she said she loved him. Potter began fucking her with the entire length of his cock. The head would pop out occasionally, only to be buried again. He felt his balls slapping against her thighs. "Only my cock's going to satisfy a slut like you from now on."
"I am a slut," she cried. "I only want your cock from now on." She liked being called a slut, almost as much as being treated like a slut. Anyway, it was a lot better than being called a bitch all the time.
Finally, Potter felt his balls begin to ache. He slammed his cock into her a few more times before holding it in, buried to the hilt. Heather felt his cock swell up even bigger before it jerked in her pussy, filling her with his sperm. "I love you," she cried again, just before the biggest orgasm yet hit her, and she screamed in pleasure.
"I love you too, slut," said Potter as his cock continued to erupt in her pussy. Potter saw her smile just before passing out again. He removed his cock and looked between her spread legs. Her thighs were red from where his balls had slapped against them, and her pussy was splayed open. As he watched, a wave of sperm began flowing out, down her thighs and soiling the couch. He bent down and carried the girl to his bedroom.
Heather awoke the next morning beside Potter. She lifted up the covers and looked down his body. His cock was erect in his sleep. This old man was incredible, and she wondered what he had been capable of when he was eighteen. Her pussy hurt, so she decided to just suck him off. He moaned in his sleep as her lips engulfed his cock head, and she vowed never to deny him anything. No erection of his would ever be wasted. Potter woke up as she sucked him off, but he quickly fell back to sleep after cumming. Heather licked the sperm off her lips and went to the bathroom. She looked at the dirty bathtub as she sat on the toilet. She would start cleaning it after tackling all the dirty dishes in the kitchen.
Heather had dozens of good-looking boys ask her out after that day, especially when they saw the slutty outfits she started wearing to class. She turned them all down because they could never satisfy her.
She moved in with Potter the day after he had fucked her. It made paying her rent a lot easier because she didn't have to walk up and down the stairs every night.
The End. | 1 |
117,416 | Shame | He rode into our valley in the summer of '89, a giant of a black man dressed in clothes as dark as his skin. He was tall and terrible in the road, looming up gigantic in the half-light. I was a kid then, watching him approaching from several miles off. Even from a distance, there was something about him. My pa came out just as he rode up to our ranch.
"I'd appreciate some water for my horse," said the black giant.
"Help yourself, stranger," said my pa. "Troughs around back. Take all the water you need."
I watched the man ride around back. He had a gun on his hip and a Winchester rifle sticking up from his saddle. I would have followed him, but at that moment, some of Bodie's men rode up to hassle my father. They came from the opposite direction the black man had, from where Bodie drove his herds. My ma came out on the porch then to see what all the fuss was about.
"My, you fill out that dress right nicely, ma'am," said one of the toughs, leaning down on his saddle.
"What do you men want?" asked my father, stepping in front of mother.
The cowboy's eyes lingered on mother for a second before speaking again. "Mr. Bodie still wants this land."
"It's not for sale."
"Who said anything about buying it," said the cowboy, resting his hand on the pistol dangling from his hip.
Then I watched as the cowboy's eyes grew wide, and he slowly removed his hand from the gun. He was staring over my shoulder. I turned to look - the black man was standing behind me with the rifle slung over his shoulder. His eyes were cold, but he smiled and said, "Thanks for the water, Mister."
"Think about what we said," growled the cowboy, turning his horse and galloping off. The two others followed him.
Father watched them go with an angry look on his face before turning to the black man and smiling. "Well, stranger, seeing how it's getting late and that horse of yours could probably use a rest, why don't you join us for dinner? You can bed down in the barn tonight."
"Much obliged," said the black man.
"I'm Elijah. You won't regret it, stranger, Hetty's the best cook in the Wyoming territory."
"Call me Shame," he said. He never told us more.She thought of her husband, probably lying in bed already asleep, and for the first time in her life wanted to fornicate with him.
When she felt she was decent enough, Hetty turned and quickly headed towards the house and upstairs to Elijah.
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Shame tore into Ma's flapjacks with as much gusto as he had the previous night's dinner. Everyone was quiet that morning. Mary and I still stared at Shame. Ma and Pa kept glancing at each other, and Father would get a dumb grin on his face when he met Ma's eyes. Mother glanced at Shame every now and then; she seemed as fascinated with him as we were.
"Shame," said Father, breaking the silence, "are you in such a hurry to saddle up, or can I show you around the property?"
"I reckon I'm not in too much of a hurry," said Shame, sitting back. "I need to walk off those fine flapjacks of yours, ma'am." He winked at Mother, and she turned bright red.
"Well, let's go," said Father, standing up. I stared at him with open eyes until he motioned for me to join them.
Our property is quite large, and showing Shame around took the better part of two hours. We arrived at Mary's favorite part of our land. It was a clear spring watering hole, surrounded by lush green grass and bushes. My sister was a moody girl, and once her chores were done, she was prone to wandering off by herself. She used the hole for bathing and liked to read in the shade during the hotter months. She liked to be left alone, and I was forced to swim in another hole close by.
"This is the reason Bodie's boys keep giving me so much trouble," said Father, sweeping his hand down to the spring. "He drives his cattle about ten miles away, and this spring would save him a lot of time. Plus, the more you drive your cattle, the more choice meat they lose. Bodie's living in the past. The future lies in farms like mine. Keeping the herd well-fed and stationary keeps them fat and juicy."
We finished up behind the barn, where the stump of a giant oak tree marred the landscape. Father stopped and rested against the stump. "I work on removing this when I get a chance, but keeping the farm running takes a lot of time and hard work. I could sure use a hand around here, Mr. Shame."
"Are you asking me to stay on?"
"It would sure help me out, and if I read you correctly, you could use a break from the trail."
"I have unpleasant memories of working with the dirt as a boy, Elijah."
"I understand what you're saying, Shame," said Father. "I don't need help with the plants, but with the cattle. I'll pay you what I can, which isn't much to be honest. I'll have more money in a few months when I sell the herd down."
Mother chose that moment to come out and tell us lunch was ready. Shame stared at her a moment and said to Father, "You just hired yourself a hand." I was delighted.
After lunch, Shame pushed his chair back and stood up. "Where you going, Shame?" asked Ma.
"Ma'am, a man's got to earn his keep when he gets fine meals like yours."
Soon after Shame left, we heard the sounds of an axe striking wood. Father got up from the table and walked outside. We all followed. Shame was behind the barn, swinging an axe at the old stump. Each swing of his mighty arm sent splinters of wood flying up from a large exposed root. Father stared for a moment and then he disappeared into the barn, returning a moment later with a spade.
I watched the two men working on that stump for hours. Mary stood beside me for a while, but she quickly grew bored and wandered off. As the hours passed, a hole appeared underneath the stump. It slowly grew until, after about three hours, Pa stood in the hole and pushed against the stump. My eyes grew wide as the stump moved an inch, and I let out a little cheer.
Pa could push the stump out about three feet by the time Ma called us in to dinner. The two men ate like it was their last meal, and since there was still some daylight left, they returned to the stump. I had to stay in and help Ma with the dishes, so I couldn't watch them, but just as the sun was disappearing, a great shout rose up from behind the barn, and we all went out to investigate.
The two men were leaning heavily on each other.
The stump was out of the hole.
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Hetty gasped as she entered the barn. Shame stood naked before a pail of water as he washed the day's sweat from his well-muscled torso. The light from the lantern reflected off his incredible body, and Hetty felt her nipples hardening. His magnificent cock was half-erect, jutting out from his body and angled down.
"Come to pay me?" asked Shame.
"Yes," said Hetty. She gasped again as Shame turned around and threw the towel down. His back was crisscrossed with white scars from his neck to his hard rear end. Scars from an overseer's whip. They were old and faded, the fact that they were so visible attesting to the brutality of the beating he had received many years before.
Shame walked over to his bedroll, took it off the cot, and threw it on the hay. He laid down on his back and motioned for Hetty to kneel between his legs. She obeyed. In a strange way, she was looking forward to doing this again. She had been so aroused after last night that she had pulled a delighted Elijah on top of her for a few minutes of sex.
"What's that you got there in your hand?" asked Shame.
"I didn't much care for spitting in my hand, so I brought along some honey. I hope you don't mind if I use that instead?"
"Whatever works for you," said Shame.
Hetty nodded and removed the lid from the honey jar. Shame's cock was hardening in anticipation before she even touched it. It was straightening out and rising towards the ceiling, the head emerging from the foreskin as it rose. Her eyes were wide as she scooped out some honey and began coating his cock with it.
"There's one problem," said Hetty, staring at his cock as she began stroking it. "Your seed stained my dress last night, and I had trouble cleaning it off me."
"I'll warn you before I blow."
Satisfied, Hetty returned her attention to his cock. She used both hands early this time, since it took two to encircle the thick black sausage. The honey was an excellent lubricant, and her hands slid easily over the shaft. She could tell Shame was enjoying it because he was slowly thrusting his hips each time she brought her hands down.
He lasted a long time again, but eventually, his cock started swelling as he approached orgasm. "Gettin' close, Hetty," he grunted.
Hetty let go and leaned back before it went off. His rampant black cock jerked with each beat of his heart, but he didn't cum.
"Don't stop, Hetty," said Shame, "I'm losing it."
Hetty reached around his hips and tried to jerk him off that way, but the angle was difficult, and her arm quickly grew tired. Shame seemed frustrated and angry. He stood up and positioned his cock right before her face. "Stroke my cock, bitch."
She grabbed it and started stroking again. She had to start over, but thankfully it quickly grew again. The head of his cock looked like it was about to explode. Just as the pee-slit started opening, Shame grabbed the back of her head and pulled her forwards, the tip of his cock forcing its way between her lips just as it exploded. She tasted the honey for a second before the taste was overwhelmed by the sperm filling her mouth.
Hetty had been caught off guard and was out of breath. She inadvertently swallowed his first wad, then horrified, reared her head back, the second and third wads splattering on her face and dress. Not knowing what to do, she brought her lips back around his cock head to keep the rest of his cum from soiling her. She was surprised at how hot his sperm was, and the taste wasn't all that bad. She swallowed the rest without difficulty.
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The next day, Hetty caught herself staring at Shame. Caleb was at school, and the rest of the family were about various errands. Shame was enlarging the corral near the barn. He had his shirt off, and she could just make out his bulging muscles flexing as he hammered, shoveled, and hefted the fencing. She stared so long she neglected her housework.
Hetty tried to concentrate on her chores, but found herself returning to the window. Finally, she gave in and decided to take him some lemonade so that she could get a closer view of his chest.
"Thanks, ma'am," said Shame, downing a glass, "That sure hits the spot."
"You looked like you needed it, Mr. Shame," said Hetty, "and I brought it to you despite your bad behavior last night."
"What behavior are you referring to, ma'am?"
"Why, when you shoved your cock in my mouth, sir."
"I merely did that to keep from soiling you. I thought that's what you wanted?"
"That is what I wanted, but it wasn't what I had in mind," said Hetty, reliving the moment his cum filled her mouth. Odd, the thought didn't disgust her. She felt her nipples hardening as she remembered Shame's big cock pumping mouthful after mouthful of hot ejaculate into her mouth. "Anyway, it didn't work. You still soiled my face and dress."
"Then you should do it nude until you can swallow my entire load. That way your dresses won't get messed up."
"I couldn't do that," said Hetty, surprised at the suggestion.
"Why not?"
"A woman doesn't appear nude before a male, not even her husband."
"You should be proud of your body, Hetty," said Shame. "You were built to drive men wild."
Hetty blushed. "Thank you, sir. I'll consider it." She turned and headed back to the house to start dinner.
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Hetty climbed out of bed the moment Elijah began snoring. She had thought about it all evening and decided Shame was right, going nude was the best way to keep his sperm off her clothes. No man had ever seen her nude, and she couldn't believe she was about to show her body to a virtual stranger.Then again, she couldn't believe a lot of things she had done since Shame rode onto their land. Even stranger, she found herself looking forward to meeting him each night.
Hetty crept downstairs and out of the house. She was wearing her nightclothes - a knee-length shift that covered her body from her neck to her knees. It was designed to protect her modesty and to keep from driving her husband wild. When fornication was a must, a proper lady just lifted her shift up enough to allow her husband to enter her. Even then, it was always in the dark.
"I was beginning to wonder," said Shame as she entered the barn. He was sitting nude on the cot. His long cock dangled over the side, soft, but still eight inches long. Shame had no problem showing off his nude body.
"Forgive me, sir, but I couldn't sneak away from Elijah until after we went to bed."
"As long as you're here. Now take that potato sack off," he ordered.
"Could you turn out the lantern?"
"No. You need to see what you're doing to get it right."
Hetty hesitated, then shrugged and reached down to pull the shift over her head. Shame's eyes grew wide as she revealed her body. First, her thighs, her blonde pubic hair, her belly, hips, and finally her large breasts. Hetty was of Nordic stock from Minnesota, and her pubic hair matched the hair on her head. She was tall and well-built. Her breasts had always been proud and full, growing even bigger after the births of her children. They were just starting to sag as she approached forty. Her nipples were fat and long. They turned rock hard as the air hit them. There was little fat on her body. What fat she had was concentrated in her hips and rear, giving her sexy curves.
Hetty didn't realize how beautiful she was. One of the reasons she had decided to appear nude before Shame was to see if the sight of her body would drive him wild. She wasn't disappointed. Shame's cock went from limp to rock hard in half a minute, and his breathing had increased as he stared at her.
Hetty didn't think she would like showing her nude body to a man, and it did make her feel exposed and vulnerable, but it also felt right and natural. She kneeled between his legs as he sat on the cot. She reached under the cot for the jar of honey she had left there and began coating his cock until it shone in the light. Kneeling nude before Shame with his cock in her hands also felt right and natural.
Like she had the two previous nights, she began sliding her hands along the shaft. She watched, fascinated, as the plump head emerged with each stroke.
She hadn't been stroking him for too long when Shame said, "I'm getting close, Hetty, you'd best be clamping your lips around the end."
'Funny,' she thought, 'he wasn't showing the signs of approaching orgasm.' His cock wasn't swelling, nor did the head look like it was about to explode. She obeyed anyway and stretched her mouth wide over the head, taking the tip in her mouth.
She tasted the honey on his cock, and her tongue swirled around the head to lap up more. Shame moaned when her tongue touched him. She continued to lick the head for several minutes until his cock finally did start swelling.
She could feel the head grow in her mouth, and she thought she actually could sense the pee-slit opening. Though prepared, the amount still caught her off guard. His cum filled her mouth faster than she could swallow. Sperm dribbled down her chin, and she lost control long enough to get a wad of cum splattered on her breasts before clamping her mouth back over it.
Hetty leaned back and let his cock fall out of her mouth. She was thankful she was nude or another dress would have been stained. Another large drop of cum was forming at the end of Shame's cock. She leaned forward and licked it off the slit. She was licking his sperm up from under her chin as she went out to the well to clean up.Hetty growled in frustration and attacked Shame's cock. She started bobbing her head furiously, trying to take more. Shame seemed to like her enthusiasm, and he started bucking his hips forward with each downward thrust of her head.
Unfortunately, she started feeling her throat getting sore, and her neck was getting tired. She had only managed three-quarters, but he didn't seem to mind. His cock was swelling again. Hetty brought her good hand up to the base and began stroking half while sucking on the rest. Just when she feared it was swelling so much she'd choke again, it blew. His cock spasmed in her throat, and she could feel it pumping, his cum sliding directly into her belly. She missed the taste and removed all but the head so that he was cumming in her mouth. She used her hands to milk every drop she could, until it was dry, and she reluctantly released it.
"Your cock-sucking is as good as your cooking, ma'am," said Shame, turning to blow out the lantern.
Hetty blushed and felt a surge of pride at pleasing him. "Next time, sir, I'm going to take it all." She pulled on her shift and returned to her husband, pleased that there wasn't any mess to clean up this time.
The next day, Shame hitched up the wagon for Elijah. After breakfast, the rancher was going into town to conduct some business. He was taking Caleb to school, and Mary was riding along to buy some things in town.
Shame went inside for his breakfast while Hetty went out to wave bye to her family. "More flapjacks, Shame," said Hetty upon returning.
"Much obliged, ma'am," said Shame as Hetty refilled his plate.
Shame finished his breakfast and sat back in the chair. Hetty had disappeared while he ate.
"Oh, sir."
Shame turned to look at Hetty. He grinned when he saw she was standing nude in the doorway to the living room. She looked fantastic. Hetty had actually fixed her hair up a little, and he detected just a touch of make-up on her lips and cheeks.
"The family will be gone for several hours. I was thinking we might be more comfortable in a bed. Why wait for tonight?"
"Why wait indeed?" said Shame, turning to follow her upstairs.
Shame stretched out, his beefy body taking up more than half the bed. Hetty couldn't kneel between his legs because of a large baseboard, so she sat on the edge of the bed and leaned over him as she took his cock in her mouth.
"Hetty, you'll strain your neck," said Shame.
"Why don't you climb on top?"
"There's no room, sir."
"In the other direction," he said, grabbing her leg.
Hetty let Shame pull her on top of him, and she found herself looking down at his cock while she straddled his chest. She was embarrassed at the view he must have. He could probably see deep inside her. Hetty suppressed her shame and began licking Shame's cock, she planned on taking it all this time.
"Hetty," said Shame. "I was just wondering, how come you're still naked. You managed to swallow my entire load last time."
Hetty paused licking down the shaft and said, "I don't know, but you're right, I should probably dress from now on. It is inappropriate." She knew she had no desire to go back to wearing her heavy dress or that hot shift. For propriety's sake, she would wear them, she knew Shame was staring right up her wet pussy, she could feel his breath on her thighs.
Hetty loosened her jaw up and stretched her mouth out around his cock head. She was bobbing her head over half when Shame said, "If you take it all, I'll give you a big reward."
Hetty nodded over his cock and attacked it again. It was easier than the last time, and she managed to swallow nine inches a lot faster. She looked with determination at the remaining three inches. Hetty raised her body, closed her eyes, hunched her back, and forced herself down. Something tickled her nose, and she opened her eyes. Her nose was buried in his hairy testicles; she had done it. Overjoyed, she removed her mouth and said, "What's my reward?"
A shiver of pleasure suddenly rocked her body as Shame licked up her slit. "Shame, stop! What are you doing?"
"I'm eating your pussy," he said, licking again. "Tell me you don't like it."
"It's incredible, but why?"
"I'm gonna make you cum."
"A woman can't cum," said Hetty, shuddering as his tongue worked its way between the folds of her pussy.
"Just wait and see, bitch," said Shame. "And I didn't say you could quit sucking me."
Hetty started sucking him off again, but found it hard to concentrate. Her body was shaking, she was moaning around his cock, and she was thrusting her hips back into Shame's tongue. At times, his tongue felt as long as Elijah's penis, as it worked its way around inside her. Something was building up inside her. Her entire body felt alive. Shame had moved his tongue down to the tip of her pussy and was licking around a little nib there. It actually felt like the nib was growing, becoming engorged as he teased it, and she had to take her mouth off Shame's cock as she screamed. The orgasm caught her off guard as it rocked her body. It was the most pleasurable thing she had ever felt.
She took a moment to catch her breath and recover. Then, Hetty kissed all over his cock to say thanks before taking it in her mouth and bobbing her head rapidly, knowing she could never give him as much pleasure as she had just received.
He continued to eat her pussy, throwing off her rhythm, but she concentrated on getting him off. His cock was swelling just as she felt another orgasm approaching. It took her just as he came.
It was bigger, more powerful than the first. She lost control, and his pumping cock baptized her face with sperm as she arched her back to scream. She managed to clamp her mouth over the tip in time to catch his third wad.
As she recovered, Hetty was aware that her orgasmic pleasure was being replaced by another equally powerful emotion. She had strong feelings for Shame akin to the love she felt only for Elijah and her family.
Shame left to do his chores without saying a word. Hetty looked at herself in the mirror and at her sperm-covered face. She was thankful Elijah was gone, for it would take a while to clean up this mess.
She decided to stay nude with Shame, just in case she lost control again and because she wanted him to have access to her pussy the next time he got a hankering to eat her.
That night, Hetty snuck down to the barn to be with Shame. He was lying nude on the cot. "What are you doing here, ma'am? You already paid me today."
Hetty didn't know why she was here, but said, "Consider it a signing-on bonus." She pulled the shift over her head. Hetty was afraid he wouldn't be interested or able to get his cock up again after this morning. She ran her hands down over her breasts, teasing her nipples, and one hand continued down her flat belly, stopping between her legs. She hoped this would excite him, and felt a shiver as his cock began to grow.
"Can I eat your pussy again, ma'am?" asked Shame.
"Of course, sir."
Shame threw the bedroll down on the hay, and she ended up straddling his face. She had three little orgasms as she bounced up and down on his tongue.
Afterwards, she kneeled between his legs as he sat on the cot. It didn't feel wrong anymore, what she was doing. Instead, it felt right and natural to please Shame.
"What are you thinking?" he said, catching her staring at his cock.
"I was wondering what it would feel like to have this monster in my pussy."
"Want to try?"
"...No," she said, surprised that she had hesitated. "No, it can never happen."
"Never?"
"Never."
Part 2
I got to shoot Shame's gun today. He took me to the furthest corner of our property so that pa wouldn't hear the gunshots. It made me feel ten feet tall to shoot such a powerful weapon. I was awkward, but in Shame's hands, it was an extension of his body. Afterwards, Shame ruffled my hair, and we rode back to the house. Shame's presence made me feel safe, safer than I did with pa. Bodie's men definitely left us alone whenever Shame was around.
"Run along now, boy, I got work to do," said Shame, mussing my hair with his big hand.
"Aw, alright," I said, kicking the dirt as I handed him back the revolver.
Reluctantly, I began the long walk back home. I passed my sister on the way. She was in one of her moods and ignored me.
Shame looked up at the hot sun and grinned. It was bath time. He hopped on his horse and galloped along the edge of the property towards the spring. As he approached the spring, he dismounted and led his horse through the bush.
Mary was just lowering herself into the spring. The young girl was a vision. She was the spitting image of her mother, only twenty years younger. Mary's skin was unmarred and tanner than her mother's, from her excursions to the watering hole. Her breasts were nearly as large as Hetty's already. They were big and proud with long, upthrust nipples. Her bush was as blonde as her hair, but Shame already knew this; he had been watching her for a week.
Shame watched her for an hour. The girl liked to swim and wash her hair. After bathing, she would lie nude in the sun and let her hair dry. Once, Shame had even watched her experiment with touching herself.
The girl was just emerging from the spring when the cowboy walked out of the bushes. He was leading his horse, another mounted cowboy followed him.
Mary screamed when she saw them. The walking cowboy moved swiftly, grabbing Mary around the waist. "Whoa, lookie here at this pretty filly," he said, pawing at her breasts.
"Save some for me, Slim," said the mounted cowboy. Slim was straining to hold the struggling girl while he fumbled at his trousers. He had just freed his erect, dirty penis when the slippery, wet girl wiggled free and dived in the water.
Shame was out of the bushes in seconds. He grabbed the mounted cowboy's boot and heaved him over the side of the horse. Slim was just realizing he was in danger as Shame's fist slammed into his face.The cowboy fell back, tripped over his trousers, and fell into the spring. The other cowboy was getting off the ground in time to get Shame's boot in his face.
Shame returned to Slim as the man was trying to lift himself up out of the water. Shame placed his boot on the man's back and pushed him back down in the water. He held Slim under for about half a minute before picking the man up and heaving him over towards his partner.
"Get the fuck off this land," said Shame, standing between the cowboys and Mary.
The other cowboy went for his gun while Slim tried to pull his pants up. The cowboy's gun hadn't even left the holster when he saw the black man's revolver pointed at him. He froze and moved his hand away from his gun.
"If I see you two assholes anywhere around here again, I'll kill you."
The cowboys were red-faced as they mounted their horses. Slim spit in Shame's direction and rode off.
Mary flew out of the water and into Shame's arms as soon as they were gone. She clung to him, shivering with fear as she cried into his chest.
Shame holstered his gun and wrapped his arms around the scared, naked girl. He held her like that for close to an hour before she had calmed down. "Thank god, you came along when you did," said Mary finally letting him go. She seemed suddenly conscious of her nudity.
"I was just riding along the property line when I heard you scream," he lied. "Are you hurt?"
"I don't think so," said Mary blushing as she backed up. She held an arm across her breasts to hide them.
"I've got to make sure you're ok," said Shame, grabbing the startled girl.
She gasped as he pulled her arm down. Shame caressed her big left breast, his fingers twirling the nipple between them. "Does this hurt?" he asked, smirking as the nipple turned rock hard.
"N-no," she stuttered.
"How about this?" he asked, moving on to her other breast. She shook her head, and he turned her sideways, running one hand down her slim, flat belly and the other down her back. "Any bruises here?"
"N-no, sir," she replied, breathing heavily.
Shame kneeled as one hand slid over her bush and the other grabbed an ass cheek. "You look fine," he said. His skillful finger slipped between her thighs and along her slit. She jumped as the tip of his finger slipped into her pussy. Soon his dry finger was wet as her juices started flowing.
"Any pain here?" asked Shame.
"N-none, sir," said Mary. She was moaning, and her hips were starting to thrust forward into his finger.
"Then you appear fine," said Shame. He stood up and turned around so that she could get dressed.
Mary stared wide-eyed at Shame's back. She was panting, and her entire body felt alive. She wanted his finger back, but the girl just bent over to get dressed."Yes, sir," she replied, reluctantly taking her lips off his shaft.
"You don't have to blow me anymore then. You can go back to just giving me a hand job."
Hetty hadn't thought about it. She was quite content sucking him off, feeling his hot cock pulse in her mouth, and the feeling of satisfaction she felt when her mouth filled with his sperm. It wasn't something she was ready to give up. When she spoke, it was from the heart, "I don't mind, sir. I'll do whatever pleases you."
"It would please me, ma'am, if I could fuck you again."
Her mind and body both screamed, 'yes,' but Hetty couldn't risk it again. She was pretty sure it had been safe last night and would probably still be safe tonight, but discretion ruled. "I'm sorry, Shame. I don't think we can ever do that again."
"Well, if I can't fuck you again, at least climb up here so I can suck on them big titties."
That was a reasonable request, and she obeyed, but it turned out to be a big mistake. As she climbed up his body, his cock slid right between her legs. Her pussy soaked his shaft, to the point it felt like he had cum again. Hetty wanted him inside her, and Shame leaning up, gently sucking a nipple between his teeth, only made it worse. She found she was sliding her slit along his cock.
"Why don't you just let me put the head in?" he whispered.
Hetty's eyes were closed as she nodded her head. "Okay, just don't cum in me." She squatted up as he held his cock up, and she slowly lowered herself over the head, sighing as her pussy lips closed around it.
Hetty slowly raised and lowered herself over the head. Each downward thrust taking a little more of his cock until she was riding about five inches. Hetty felt an orgasm approaching and increased her pace until it exploded from her womb.
The orgasm made her legs weak, and Hetty collapsed, impaling herself on all twelve inches of Shame's cock. Each inch seemed to prolong her orgasm until she couldn't take the pleasure anymore and collapsed on his chest.
When she recovered, Shame had turned her over and was rapidly pounding his cock into her. She wrapped her legs around his back and began raising her hips into his thrusts. "Do you like my cock, ma'am?" he grunted.
"Oh god, I love it," said Hetty through gritted teeth.
"Tell me to fuck you."
"Fuck me, Shame, fuck me," she moaned.
"Do you like it 'cause it's big?"
"Yes," she screamed, having a small orgasm. "I love your big cock. Fuck me with your big cock."
"Only black cocks get this big," he said, hunching over to kiss her neck.
"Fuck me with your big black cock, Shame. I love your black cock." Hetty came again. She enjoyed talking dirty. "Oh god, fuck me."
He lost control and shot his first wad deep into her pussy, only pulling out in time to shoot his third wad all over her belly and breasts. Hetty couldn't control herself and rubbed his semen into her body with her hands before licking them clean. Her wanton lust for his seed had his cock reversing course as it hardened again.
"Want to go again?" he asked. She was already turning over so he could fuck her doggy style again.
Mary looked up in fear at the sound of the approaching horse. Her fear evaporated when she saw Shame, but there was still a flutter in her stomach. It had been a little over a week since the cowboys had attacked her. She had been too scared to come back to the spring, washing herself at home in the basin. Eventually, she had grown to miss her baths and gotten up the courage to come back to her swimming hole.
"Why, Shame," she said, lowering herself in the water up to her neck, "what are you doing here?"
"I saw you coming out here, Miss Mary, and thought I had better check on you."
"You were worried about me?" she asked. She was really starting to feel funny. Her nipples were hard, and she could feel her heart beating as she remembered him running his hands all over her body to see if she was hurt.
"I was worried. It ain't safe for a beautiful girl like you to be out here alone."
An excited shiver ran down her spine when he called her beautiful. "You're right, Shame. Maybe you could stay and keep an eye on me?" she asked. Funny, but this was her private time. The one time of the day when she felt free of her family and chores. She valued this time more than anything, but she wanted Shame to stay.
"I'd be happy to keep an eye on you," said Shame, getting off his horse. He took off his hat and wiped the sweat from his brow. "It sure is a hot one."
Mary stared at him for a moment, her mind racing. "W-why don't you join me?"
"I'd love to, Miss Mary, but I can't swim."
"The water's not that deep, and I can keep you afloat where it is."
"Alright then," said Shame, unbuttoning his shirt.
Mary's eyes roamed up and down Shame's chest as he removed his shirt. His physique was of Herculean proportions. She had never seen such a perfect specimen of masculinity. Her father was a big man, with strong arms, but his belly bulged out over his belt, like when Ma was pregnant with Caleb. Shame's stomach was dominated by six hard ridges without an ounce of fat.
He turned around to throw his shirt over the saddle, and her expression changed from one of admiration to one of shock when she saw the old scars crisscrossing his back. She had only heard a little about the horrors of slavery, but had never seen one of its victims.
Shame turned back around and removed his belt. "Aren't you gonna cover your eyes, Miss?"
Mary nodded and held her palms over her face, leaving a crack between her fingers to peek through. Shame was smiling as he pulled his pants down. She hadn't seen a nude male since she had bathed her little brother years ago.
As his pants lowered, she saw the root of his penis appear. At first, she thought it was a trick of the light, for the base of his penis looked amazingly thick, but as he lowered his trousers, more was revealed. She thought it would never end until finally, the head plopped out of his pants. His penis immediately shot up until it was sticking straight out, angled slightly down. Her little brother's penis had looked like a little worm; Shame's was as big as a baby's arm. It was a long, plump, black, hooded serpent.
After Shame had stripped, he lowered himself into the water and walked towards Mary. When Shame was in the water up to his neck, he tried to swim over to her, but only flailed around in the water. His eyes were wide with fright as he grabbed her to keep from drowning.
Mary felt a shiver run down her spine when he touched her. Shame's hands were all over her body, trying to find a hold. They covered her breasts and ran down her belly, once even grabbing the inside of her thighs until finally settling on holding her waist.
"Put your feet down," she said. "The water is not that deep." Shame calmed down, and he looked relieved as his body stabilized. "You can keep your hands on my waist if it makes you feel safer." His hands made her feel safer too.
She tried to show him how to swim, moving across the pool to the other side. He kept his hands around her waist as they swam. She felt a thrill each time their bodies accidentally touched. They found a shallow spot and sat down.
"You're caked in dirt," said Mary. "Let me clean you up." Mary swam back to the other side and returned with a small bar of soap. She ran the soap over Shame's muscular back, lathering it up. He leaned forward so she could get lower, and Mary looked down at his hard black buttocks. As she reached down, her breasts pressed into his back. It felt good to have their bodies pressing against each other. She moved in front of him and lathered his arms before moving to his chest.
She spent a lot of time lathering his chest, moving slowly so she could examine every muscle on his torso. She moved the soap lower down his belly and under the water. She encountered a hard knob around his belly button and grabbed it. She quickly let go, realizing that it was the tip of his penis. She hadn't expected it to be sticking straight up or for it to reach past his navel.
Suddenly, Shame shot up out of the water. His penis fell over like a tree until it was pointed right at her mouth. She stared cross-eyed down the shaft. Ma had explained to her about sex, but Hetty had said nothing about how big penises were or how beautiful. Mary found it fascinating.
"I thought I heard something," he grunted, looking around.
Mary quit staring at his penis, suddenly afraid the cowboys had come back. She had been so enthralled with it, she hadn't wondered what had alarmed him.
"Just a coyote," he said, sitting back down.
Mary knew the color had drained out of her face, and she was shivering in the water. She swam into Shame's arms and held onto him, their naked bodies pressed together. "Please don't let them hurt me," she said, crying into his chest.
"Miss Mary," he said gently, grabbing her chin and pulling her face up to look him in the eye, "I'll die before I let anyone hurt you." As he looked down at her, something magical happened, and their lips touched.
The kiss grew in passion, his lips parted, and his tongue pressed against her lips. She opened her mouth, and his tongue slipped in. She ran her own tongue around Shame's, sometimes pushing it into his mouth.
Mary suddenly wiggled out of Shame's arms and swam back across the spring. He followed her across. "You learn fast," she said.
"What?"
"You were just swimming, and pretty good too."
"Thanks," said Shame. "I just watched what you did. You're so beautiful, I can't take my eyes off of you."
Mary blushed bright red at the compliment. She rose up out of the water and let Shame have a good look at her naked body. She turned and walked over to her shade tree, where she laid down on the grass. He rose up out of the water and followed her, his big penis leading the way. Shame laid down on his side facing her, his elbow resting on the ground to hold his head up so he could look at her.Shame reached out and gently caressed her face before running his hand down her neck and over her breasts. Her body jumped at his touch, and she could hear her own heart beating in her ear. He began stroking his hand down over her belly, and she found her hips raising with each downward stroke. Once his stroke accidentally touched her pubic hair, and she felt hot throughout her entire body.
Shame stopped and laid down on his back. It was her turn to caress him. She ran her dainty little hand all over the ridges on his chest. Her little white hand stood out against his dark black skin, the contrast between their skin was almost as fascinating as his penis, which was lying flat against his stomach. It covered his navel, and it seemed to leap up each time she brought her hand down close to it. "Can I touch it?"
"It awaits your pleasure, Miss Mary."
Mary grabbed his shaft near the base, amazed that there was still two inches between her fingers. She slid her hand down between his legs. His testicles were big and heavy, not as big as a bull's, but close. She hefted them in her hand, surprised at the weight. Mary released his testicles and ran her hand back up the shaft. She grabbed the tip and pulled his foreskin down. Watching the big plum-sized head of his penis emerge fascinated her, so she began stroking it, watching the head appear and disappear. Amazingly, it seemed to grow even thicker as she stroked it, and wetness appeared around his pee-slit. "Oh Shame, why's your penis leaking?"
"It's called pre-cum, Miss Mary," he said. "It helps lubricate a cock before fucking."
"Cock?"
"What a black man calls his penis."
"What's Fucking?" she asked, still stroking his cock.
"What a black man calls fornicating."
"Shame," she asked, "Would you fuck me? I want you to make me a woman."
"I'd be honored, Miss Mary," he said, sitting up. "Are you sure?"
Mary nodded, but she was trembling from nervousness. "You make me feel safe."
"It'll hurt the first time, and I promise to be gentle. After that, I guarantee you'll fall in love with my cock," he said.
Mary nodded again. She was already half in love with Shame. She had crushes on men before, but none were as powerful as the feelings she felt towards the black man.
Shame climbed on top of her and kissed her again. He moved his mouth down to her neck, then her chest. Mary was gasping as he kissed down her breast, and she felt a surge of pleasure when he closed his lips over her nipple. His kisses turned to licks, and he ran his tongue all around her nipple, then across her body to her other breast. He moved from her breasts, down her ribs, leaving behind two sensitive, engorged, hard nipples. His tongue slid down her belly and into her navel. She sucked her stomach in at his touch; he made her whole body feel alive. He left her belly, his head moving down under her navel.
"What are you doing, sir?"
"I'm making sure you're well lubricated," he said, licking down the side of her pubic hair. "There'll be less pain if you're ready for me." He licked down the other side.
Mary's whole body spasmed when he licked between her legs. Ma had never said anything about this. Shame's tongue worked its way into her vagina; he began licking up and down. She was raising her hips with each upward thrust of his tongue, wanting him in deeper. He moved up to the tip, and waves of pleasure shot up from her vagina. His tongue flickered rapidly over the tip, which seemed to be growing, as did the pleasure coming out of her vagina. It kept growing until it was just at the point she thought she couldn't take any more, and her vagina seemed to explode. Her entire body was overwhelmed with pleasure as she screamed in ecstasy.
"Now you should be well lubricated," he said, kissing his way back up.
"W-what just happened?" she said, staring wide-eyed up at the cloudy blue sky. The area between her legs was soaked. She felt all warm and tingly.
"You just came," he said, kissing her breasts again. "Women often cum when they have their pussy licked. Did you like it?"
"Uh-huh," she replied, still shocked at the intensity of the feeling that had just permeated her body.
"Good," said Shame, arching his back until the head of his cock was resting between her legs. "My big cock will give you lots of orgasms in the future."
The head of his cock rested against her pussy, which opened for it as he pushed it in. Just the head felt like it would rip her apart, it was so big. She started to have second thoughts, but it was too late. Shame was pulling his hips back to begin the thrust that would make her a woman. Mary winced and bit her lip as he gave the short thrust that took her maidenhead.
After taking her virginity, Shame wiggled his hips, trying to work more cock inside her. Each inch hurt, but her love for Shame was such that she suppressed the pain. He only managed to get about half his cock inside her, and then he began slowly sliding it in and out. The pain had faded a little, but her pussy was still sore as he fucked her. Mary arched her neck and kissed his chest.
As the pain faded, she was able to explore her other emotions. She felt safe and secure, crushed underneath his body. Mary had always been a bit of a loner, but she felt a deep sense of belonging, impaled on the end of Shame's cock.
Small waves of pleasure were beginning to permeate her body, and then the pain returned as his cock seemed to grow even thicker. It jerked in her pussy, and she moaned as his hot seed struck deep into her womb. Mary winced as Shame pulled his cock out. It was hard, glistening, and rampant. He pulled it out in time for her to watch several long strands of sperm shoot out of the end to land on her belly and breasts.
"Will you come keep an eye on me again tomorrow?" she asked, watching sperm dripping from his cock.
"That would be my pleasure, Miss Mary."She had another orgasm as his last few wads of cum sprayed her womb.
He pulled out and rested his cock on her ass cheeks for a moment before standing and moving back to his cot.
She could feel her ass slowly closing, forcing his sperm out to run down her crack. She would have to spend a few minutes squatting over the chamber pot to get all his cum out.
Hetty threw her shift back on. She had added sodomy to her list of sins with Shame, but if these sins were wrong, how come they felt so good?
Mary looked up from her book as Shame rode up. She was lying nude under her shade tree after taking her swim. "I was worried you weren't coming."
"I was stuck with your father branding some calves. Every moment away from you was unbearable, Miss Mary."
The young woman stood up with joy and ran over to him as he dismounted. She excitedly helped him remove his clothes.
"Shame you're dirty, let me bathe you."
Mary led Shame down to the water and she began soaping him again. This time she didn't avoid any part of his body. After doing his chest and back, Mary soaped his cock and balls. She ran her soapy hand along his shaft until his cock was rock hard and looked about to burst.
"I can't wait to get in that tight pussy again," he moaned.
"I'm sorry, Shame," she replied. "You'll have to wait until tomorrow, my pussy's still sore from yesterday."
She finished bathing him and the two moved back onto the grass. Shame held her in his strong arms kissing her for a while. "Would you put your face down there again, Shame?" she asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Would you put your head down on my pussy again?"
"And do what?"
What had he called it yesterday? "Would you eat my pussy?" she asked, and when he nodded, she added, "please be gentle."
Shame kissed down her body and soon had her humping his face as he ate her to the second orgasm of her life. She winced every now and then when he hit a sore spot, but mostly it was pure pleasure.
"Thank you," she said when he moved back up her body.
"What are you going to do about that?" he asked putting her hand on his cock.
"What do you want me to do?"
"I want you to suck on it."
"With my mouth?" she asked, a little shocked at the idea.
"Yes, it is one of the greatest pleasures a woman can give her man. A good cocksucker can have any man she wants."
"Then I want to be the best," said Mary, leaning over his hip and taking his cock in her hand.
"It'll take a lot of practice for you to get real good, Miss Mary. I don't expect you to swallow much the first couple of times. Lick around it, then suck on what you can. Use your hand to stroke what you can't swallow.
Mary pulled the foreskin back and stared at the head for a moment, before kissing it. She ran her tongue down over the head and around it in little circles. When the head shined with her saliva, she opened her mouth wide and took the head into her mouth.
It wasn't as strange as she thought it would be. In a way it felt natural to please Shame this way and she would do anything to please him. She had imagined herself taking it all to show how much she loved him, but he was right. She couldn't take that much. Each time the head pushed into her throat, she found herself gagging. Mary finally relaxed and managed a couple inches in her throat. She gave up and took his advice, bobbing her head over five inches of his cock and stroking the rest with her hand.
It felt alive in her mouth, pulsing with power at each beat of his heart. She could feel it growing even bigger, turning harder, until it spasmed and his cum struck the back of her throat.
She was surprised at how hot his sperm was. It caught her off guard and she pulled her head back in shock. His cock exploded again, covering her face in sperm. Mary regained control and clamped her lips back around the head. She swallowed the rest of his sperm. It didn't taste bad, just different, but she felt elated, like it was a reward for a job well done.
Mary sat back on her knees and Shame stood up. His cock had only deflated a little and it was pointed right at her mouth, a drop of cum forming at the end. She licked it up and kissed his cock as she looked up at him towering over her like an ebony god. Kneeling before him also felt right and natural.
"Got to get back to work," he said retrieving his clothes.
"Shame, when do you want to tell ma and pa?" she asked going to the water to clean her face off.
"Tell them what?" he replied pulling on his pants.
"About us."
"What do you mean?"
"About us silly," she replied looking a little exasperated with him. "I'm eighteen Shame, I need a husband."
"Oh," he said mounting his horse. "Let's just keep it our little secret for now. We'll surprise them later."
Mary nodded and waved goodbye. She liked the idea of having a secret from her mother.
The next day, she practiced sucking on his cock again, taking a little more this time. It did get easier as she learned to accommodate him with her mouth. She swallowed every drop of his sperm gulping each time his cock jerked. Afterwards, he ate her to several orgasms.
When he finished, his cock was rock hard again. She learned the true meaning of fucking as he pistoned his hips slamming a little more then half is cock into her. There was virtually no pain and she found her hips rising us to meet his thrusts. His cock seemed to explode in her womb and she had an orgasm that curled her toes. She almost fainted from the pleasure.
Shame had fucked Hetty every night and Mary during the day for several weeks now. Mary could take all his cock now and loved every inch of it. It seemed impossible, but the girl loved fucking even more then her mother. A few days ago, he had introduced her to ass play and had fucked her ass earlier today. She had skipped dinner, feigning an illness, but in reality, she couldn't sit down on the hard wooden chair.
Everyone had settled down after dinner, when a wagon rode up and there was a pounding at the door. "Elijah, open up."
"That sounds like McCormac," said Elijah answering the door.
Flint McCormac was one of the other homesteaders. "Elijah, Mr. Shame," said Flint nodding at them. "We got trouble. Bodie's back from Cheyenne and he brought a gunslinger with him."
"Do you know his name?" asked Shame.
"Rumor has it, he's named Braddock."
"I know him," said Shame. "He's good, one of the best."
"What do we do Elijah?" asked Flint.
"Shame?"
Shame thought a moment. "Who's the most hotheaded of you homesteaders?"
"That would be Jake Calleghen," said Flint.
"I agree," said Elijah. "That's Caleb's friend Tommy's dad. He was all bent out of shape when the cowboys called our son's pigs."
"Go warn Jake then," said Shame. "Braddock will try to provoke him into a gun fight."
The three men loaded onto Flint's wagon and headed toward Jake Calleghen's home, but it was too late. Jake lay sprawled before his home, a still smoking hole in his chest right where his heart was. Some other homesteaders stood around looking at the body. Jake's wife was in hysterics, screaming and crying. She tried to throw herself on Jake's body, but some other wives held her back. Tommy sat on the steps of his home in a state of shock.
"What happened?" yelled Elijah as the wagon pulled to a stop.
One of the other homesteaders described events just as Shame had predicted. Bodie, Braddock, and some cowboys had rode up and offered to buy Jake's land. Jake refused and the gunslinger started insulting him until he drew his gun. Jake was dead within a few seconds.
"What do we do?" shouted someone.
"Ride to Cheyenne and get the marshal."
"Nope, Jake drew first. The gunslinger was just defending himself.
The men returned home dejected. Shame went out to the barn and retrieved his pistol. He turned around in time to see Caleb heading towards the house.
"Pa, pa," cried Caleb. "Shame's got his gun."
Elijah came out of the house just as Shame was mounting up. The rifle was sticking out of his saddle bag and his things were rolled up. He looked just like he had the day he rode up.
"Shame, this is my fight," said Elijah.
Shame dismounted. "Elijah, if you ride into town, you'll be as dead as Jake is."
"I'm a man of god, Shame, but there's only so much a man can take. I'm coming with you."
"Elijah," said Shame. "I ain't the man you think I am, but I do like you and I don't want you killed."
Elijah was just starting to reply when Shame's beefy fist came up under his jaw. The farmer hit the ground hard. Shame mounted up again as Hetty ran out of the house and up to her husband. "Ma'am," he said nodding at her as he rode towards town.
Pa was just coming around as ma held up his head. I ran out of the house and watched Shame ride off. I started walking after him.
"Caleb, you get back here," called Hetty.
I didn't listen and began running after Shame.
Bodie and his men were at the saloon. Shame's boots echoed on the floor boards as he entered the building and everyone went quiet. Bodie was sitting at a table towards the end of the saloon, surrounded by Slim and some other cowboys. Braddock was sitting alone at another table. "Shame," he greeted the black man as he walked past.
Shame nodded and continued on towards Bodie. Bodie looked up at him. "Is it done?" he asked.
"Yep," said Shame. "I done knocked her up and the daughter too."
"Gawd damn," yelled Slim looking a Shame with hatred in his eyes.
"Slim wanted the girl for himself," said Bodie calmly. "You were a little rough on him."
"He was a little rough on the girl. He was just supposed to scare her."
Bodie nodded, reached in his pocket and pulled out a bag. "It's all there," he said tossing it to Shame.
Shame looked in the bag. Two hundred dollars to give Hetty a baby. Elijah was the natural leader of all the homesteaders. When his wife gave birth to a little black bastard, he would become the town laughing stock.Bodie could then take over his land as well as that of the other homesteaders. "One more thing, Bodie," said Shame. "Don't kill him." Bodie paused for a moment and then nodded, he had what he wanted.
"Drinks all around," shouted Bodie with delight.
Shame turned around and left the saloon.
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"Shame," I cried. Startled, Shame turned around and saw me standing there outside the saloon. "Did you kill 'em? I didn't hear gunfire."
Shame looked grim when he said, "A man is what he is, Caleb. Someday you'll understand."
He then mounted his horse and turned it away from me. I knew he wasn't going back to our house.
"Oh, Shame, don't go," I yelled, trying to follow him. "Shame, come back. Shame..."
I could hear Bodie's men laughing from the saloon as I collapsed crying while Shame rode off.
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Some months later, I got a brother and became an uncle within weeks of each other. My brother had skin as dark as Shame's. My nephew's skin was a little more milky colored. The bastards humiliated my pa, and Bodie moved in on our land, destroying everything pa had built.
My pa and I both ended up working for Bodie, driving his cattle. My ma and pa stayed together. At first, pa had been furious with ma, but they came to some kind of agreement. They spent a lot of time together in their bunkhouse on Bodie's ranch, and both seemed happy for a while, though ma would stare wistfully down the road Shame had appeared on from time to time.
Pa took most of his frustration out on my sister, and he drove her away. She became the town whore, servicing Bodie's cowboys for $2.00 a lay from a room at the saloon. Slim blew a lot of his money on her.
Unfortunately, Pa had been right, and the days of the free-range rancher were over. More homesteaders came until Bodie just gave up and retired with his fortunes. Homesteaders even moved in on our old land.
Being jobless, I decided to move on. Pa was a worthless drunk then, and ma had lost all her looks. I didn't even say goodbye to them, though I did stop to see my sister. She said she'd quit whoring when she found the man who could satisfy her. She was about thirty then, but looked ten years older. It was then that I decided to go after Shame.
He was easy to find. I just followed the trail of black children. They got younger as I closed in on him. Finally, near the dawn of a new century, I found him in a small town in Utah.
I knew I was getting close. The half-breed baby in the last town had been less than a year old. I crested a ridge and looked down on a ranch. Shame was there, talking to a young woman as he mended a fence. The sunlight reflected off his black skin and his now silver hair.
As I stared down at my old hero, all the hatred fled me. I didn't hate Shame; he had turned me into a man. I grew tough defending my little mulatto relatives and working for Mr. Bodie, roughing up homesteaders.
Without Shame, I would have grown up a dirt farmer, afraid of defending myself like my father. I turned away from him and rode off in the direction of the setting sun.
"A man is what he is," Shame had said to me. Well, Shame was what he was. He rode into our town in the summer of '89. He turned a boy into a man and left behind him what he was...Shame.
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117,499 | Everybody Loves Raymond's Wife | He was staring at her again. It was a stare that caused her heart rate to increase and made her stomach flutter. The boy was very masculine, and she always felt naked beneath his gaze. Darlene broke eye contact and continued teaching class. Half the boys in her classes usually stared at her, but today he was the only one. The other students were passing notes, staring out the window, and a few were sleeping. They didn't care, as most had graduated and couldn't wait for school to end.
The first time she had seen Jamal, he had been a skinny black kid, a nerd, complete with glasses and a brain to match. His IQ was well above genius level, and he had a 4.0 GPA. He was the perfect target for the bullies in school because of his nerdy exterior and the fact that his dad was the school janitor. Some days he showed up with black eyes and bruises, and he shyly kept to himself, his only friends some of the other geeks.
All that changed this year. When Jamal returned from summer break, he was barely recognizable. He was now as big as a pro wrestler, and the glasses had disappeared. Coach had flipped when he saw the muscular black kid and recruited him for the football team. He hadn't been very good. He seemed unused to his new body and unskilled with a football in his hands, but opposing teams soon learned that he couldn't be brought down. He had also skipped half the year and was now failing her class. On top of that, Jamal seemed to have a lot of money now, and Darlene was afraid he was dealing drugs, even speaking to his father about it. The janitor had replied that Jamal was working at a pharmaceutical plant outside Stony Harbor and was making some big bucks.
His father had also apparently taken whatever kind of steroid Jamal was on. He looked great and had dyed his grey afro black again. He looked fifteen years younger, more like an older brother than a father. Both men stood around six and a half feet tall, towering over the other students and Darlene's small, just over five-foot frame.
The bell went off, and the teacher said, "Read chapters nineteen and twenty. There'll be a quiz on them tomorrow." The class groaned and, as one, stood up and headed for the door. All except Jamal, that is. He stayed seated and continued to stare at her. "Anything I can do for you, Jamal?"
"Yes, Mrs. Duncan. I need you to change my grade."
"You should have thought of that before skipping my class. What happened to you, Jamal? You used to be such a great student."
"I decided I'd had enough of the dead white men's bullshit."
"Keep that language up, and I'll see you don't ever graduate." It felt weird threatening this giant, hulking black man towering over her. "That's not the respectable attitude I need..."
"I know exactly what you need, Mrs. Duncan."Jamal wasn't right about her husband, though. Raymond had a nice-sized penis, but it had resembled a worm the last time she had seen it, like a little pale grub shrinking up against his testicles. Unfortunately, his impotence last weekend coincided with her unusual state of horniness. Darlene tried to compose herself before her next class.
Darlene went home and soaked in the tub. It had been a long, bad day. She hadn't seen Malcolm, but had left a message on his answering machine to give her a call. He was a helpful man, and she wanted to give him the courtesy of notifying him that she was about to have Jamal expelled. She hated to do it to him, but his son was out of control.
Darlene got out of the tub and toweled herself dry. Even now, after relaxing, there were still outward signs that she was aroused. Her sensitive nipples were so hard they ached, and her vagina had an itch that only Raymond's stiff penis could scratch. She was putting on one of her husband's shirts when the doorbell rang.
Darlene ran downstairs and peeked through the curtains. Jamal was standing on her doorstep. "What do you want, Jamal?" she called.
"I need you to change my grade."
"Go away before I call the police."
To Darlene's horror, the doorknob jingled, and the door opened. He had a key! Just as it registered, she turned to run when his hand shot out and grabbed her collar, jerking her back. Several buttons flew off her shirt, exposing her breasts.
"I'm not going to hurt you, Mrs. Duncan."
"Then get out now. You're in big trouble, young man." She held her shirt closed with her fist, trying to pull it down over her crotch and ass with her other hand. Luckily, she was short, and it covered her modesty...barely. "How'd you get a key?"
"I copied the one you gave dad. Now listen, bitch, I need you to watch this." Jamal held his hand out with a video cassette in it. The sticker on the cassette read, "Everybody Loves Raymond's Wife." She didn't take it, as that would mean exposing some part of her body to Jamal. "Where's the TV?" he asked.
She nodded towards the living room and followed him there.
He inserted the tape and pressed play. The bastard had inserted a porno. The camera was focused on the biggest, blackest dick she had ever seen. It looked huge, but she assumed it was from the zoom. The camera panned back, showing off the giant cock and balls, so big they were splayed out on the bed between the man's thighs. It wasn't the zoom; the black monstrosity was over a foot long. "I know what you need, Mrs. Duncan," said Jamal's voice on the screen. A blonde woman with her back to the camera walked over and began sucking on the massive appendage. Darlene was horrified; Jamal was setting her up.
"That's not me; her breasts are bigger," she said, aghast.
The camera panned back, showing Jamal lying on her bed. On her bed! He had filmed this in her bedroom.
It got worse. Malcolm appeared and stripped, revealing another huge, erect cock. Dear, helpful Malcolm was in on this. "This is one hot pussy you got, Mrs. Duncan," cried Malcolm, spanking her ass with one hand and wrapping his other fist around her blonde hair. "I bet Raymond doesn't fill you with this much cock." The picture flickered, showing it had been edited.
"You animal, this doesn't prove anything," she growled, angry.
On screen, Malcolm pulled out his huge cock and came all over the girl's ass and back. Darlene had never seen so much cum in her life. One wad was more than Raymond had shot in a year, and there were at least five wads. After that, sperm oozed from Malcolm's still-hard cock.
They fucked the girl several times, the men's stamina amazing Darlene. Jamal fucked her while Malcolm shoved his cock in her ass. The picture never showed the girl's face. Despite the obvious attempt at blackmail, the movie was turning her on. Jamal had her when it ended with her sunning herself. She saw Malcolm and Jamal walking behind her naked. The scene changed to just the two black men talking. "This is really your teacher?"
"Yeah, dad, she's a real slut for black cock."
The scene switched again to her laying out when Raymond came home. "Thanks for taking care of our plumbing problem, Malcolm," said her husband, paying him. It made it look like he had paid the black men to fuck her.
"So change your grade, and this all goes away?" She mumbled.
"Nope, the price just went up. I want a blowjob from those white lips as interest." Jamal paused when he saw how red in the face she was getting. "What's the matter, teach, never given a BJ before?"
"Yes, but it's disgusting. I don't enjoy it with my husband. You're not him. You're a teenager. You're a b..."
"Black man?"
"Bastard."
"Don't call me names, Darlene. I own your white ass. You want the school board to see this? I'll say this happened before my eighteenth birthday. You could go to jail."
"Look, Jamal, you win, OK? Just give me the tape, and I will change your grade."
"Call me Mr. Washington. Show me some respect. I'm going easy on you, Darlene. I'm learning how to do business in the real world. This is a simple exchange of goods and services. Suck off my cock and change my grade; in exchange for this service, I give you the goods."
"What happened to you, Jamal? Was it the steroids?"
"The longer you stall, the more interest is gonna accumulate. I might make you spread your legs for me."
"Alright, pull it out." Her stomach was in a knot at the thought of what she was about to do.
"That's your job, Darlene, and take that shirt off. I want to see you naked."
"Jamal, please?"
"That's Mr. Washington. Now strip."
Darlene's hands were shaking as she unbuttoned the remaining buttons on her husband's shirt. Her skin was flushed, and she was ashamed of the obvious signs of arousal on her body. She let the shirt fall to the floor.
"Very nice. Now ask me if you can take my cock out."
Darlene clenched her fists with anger. This boy was intent on making this as humiliating as possible. "May I take your cock out, Mr. Washington?"
"Yes," said Jamal, sitting on the couch and spreading his legs. "Drop to your knees and crawl to me. You must ask and seek permission before you can do anything."
Darlene fell to her knees and crawled slowly towards him. Though she found what she was about to do revolting, there was also something exciting about it. She was about to taste the forbidden fruit. Teacher-student, black man-white woman, teenager-married wife, this was wrong on so many levels, but also thrilling. She was about to touch only the second penis of her life, and one much bigger than her husband's. She reached up for his belt buckle, but Jamal slapped her hand away. "Ask!"
"May I take your cock out, Mr. Washington?"
"You may."
Darlene fumbled with his buckle, her hands were shaking so much. She got it unbuckled and then undid his jeans, slowly pulling the zipper down. She reached under his boxers, holding her breath, strangely anticipating touching it as her hands brushed his pubic hair. Her fingers slid along a shaft as thick as a large flashlight. She grabbed it and, with difficulty, pulled the giant black organ out. "Dear god!"
"Describe it."
"It's so big and hard and black. It's so big, I've never seen anything like it. It's so big."
"Bigger than your husband?"
"Yes, at least twice as long and a lot thicker. I didn't know penises got this big."
"Always call it a cock."
"I've never seen a cock like this, Mr. Washington." It was so hot, like it was alive, throbbing in her hand. It was even more impressive in person than on the video. It was perfectly straight, where her husband's curved upwards a little. The head was a big black knob the size of a plum, all swollen and hard. The shaft was lighter in color, crisscrossed with thick blue-black veins, the rod widening as thick as her wrist just under the black helmet. It even smelled good. Darlene felt the itch in her pussy again, but this time it seemed deeper, beyond the reach of her husband's penis. "How big is it?"
"Just under thirteen inches. It's growing impatient."
"May I suck your cock now, Mr. Washington?"
"No, lick it first. Lick all around the head, then down the shaft. I also want you to lick each ball." Darlene shivered and pulled the shaft down towards her mouth. Moisture was forming on his huge pee slit, starting to drip down the shaft. Her tongue flickered out, and she began licking the head, avoiding the pre-cum. "Lick everywhere, slut," he ordered. She gulped and ran her tongue over the now rapidly oozing pre-cum.
Jamal's cock was so hard it was unyielding. She pushed against the head with her tongue, the skin didn't budge, nor could she squeeze it. Raymond had never been this hard; it was as if Jamal's cock was carved from granite.
She moved her tongue down his shaft, licking the sides and under it. She marveled at the size of his testicles as she licked his hairy sack. They were as big as apples and hung down over the edge of her couch. She slid her tongue back up to the tip and around the head, willingly lapping up the pre-cum now. "May I suck your cock now?"
"Yes." Darlene parted her lips and closed them around the head as she took him in her mouth. She started by bobbing her head over the tip and then several inches. Soon it touched her throat, and she gagged. It was just too big. "It's OK, Darlene, I didn't expect much from you. You've never had a real cock, a black man's cock to suck on after all. Just do what you can."
For some reason, his condescending words angered her. She could do better; she could swallow more; she was better than those cheerleaders Jamal ran around with. This time, she suppressed her gag reflex and pushed downward, feeling the head enter her throat. She attacked the huge black cock with gusto, swallowing more with each downward thrust of her head. She needed to rest from time to time and settled for stroking his shaft while licking the head until she felt she could swallow him again. Darlene was finding this challenging, rewarding even. Why was she enjoying this?She had only done this for Raymond to show she loved him, but mostly in hopes he would return the favor. However, with Jamal, she was actually getting pleasure out of sucking his cock. She was thrilled when he moaned softly and when he started almost imperceptibly bucking his hips. He ran his fingers through her hair, pulling her head down over his superior black cock. She obeyed, not stopping until her nose touched his pubic hair. She had swallowed it all.
Darlene attacked his cock like a mad woman, bobbing her head rapidly over the shaft. She was stopping less frequently now to catch her breath, but when she did, she used both hands to stroke his rod. When her hand grew tired, she used her mouth again, looking up at him as she swallowed it.
Darlene had lost track of time. All she knew was that her arms and throat were tired. His cock had been acting funny for several minutes now. It was jerking in her throat, and it seemed to have grown even bigger. Jamal's rhythm was off, and he was grunting. She was deep-throating his cock when he bellowed, and it jerked in her throat. He was cumming! He had just shot a load into her belly. The thought of swallowing a man's sperm disgusted her. Darlene quickly moved her head up, and there was another spasm, and another wad slid down her throat. He came again when the head was in her mouth. The amount caught her off guard, filling her mouth completely. Her cheeks bulged out, and she gagged, sperm pouring over her chin, breasts, and dripping down onto the carpet. It was better to swallow it. She clamped her mouth around the tip, swallowing the next load and finding she liked having his hot seed sliding down her throat. Her belly felt full; she had swallowed so much, but Darlene still found her hand was stroking forwards on the shaft as if milking it for more. She fell backwards in surprise at what had just happened.
"You sure you don't want this jammed in your pussy?" he asked. His cock was still mostly hard and glistened with her saliva.
She did. Her pussy was practically screaming for it, but she denied it. "No, I can't."
"How about this one then?"
Darlene looked over in surprise. Malcolm stood in the room, his pants around his ankles, stroking his huge cock. His was under a foot long, maybe eleven inches, but as thick as his son's, giving it a stubbier appearance. "I can't cheat on Raymond. I love my husband."
"You're going to let me put it in your pussy, or I show this tape tomorrow in the teacher's lounge." He held a copy of the tape.
"Malcolm, I always liked you. Why are you doing this?"
"It is better to be feared than loved, Mrs. Duncan."
What was a janitor doing quoting Machiavelli, she wondered? "Don't you men realize this is wrong? You don't blackmail people for sex."
"Darlene," said Jamal. "Are you familiar with Nietzsche? We are his super-men. We take what we want. Morals do not apply to us. Your weak husband is impotent around us. It is in your nature to submit to our superior black cocks. That is why you enjoyed sucking my cock so much. Once my dad gets his cock in your pussy, you'll understand. You'll never go back to fucking a white man again."
"You have no choice," said Malcolm, waving the video. "Let's move this party upstairs; I want to fuck you on your marital bed."
"You were both so nice," Darlene mumbled. Her legs shook so much she had trouble standing as she moved towards the stairs. "Was it the steroids?" she asked Malcolm. "Did they make you aggressive?"
Malcolm smacked her ass to make her hurry up the stairs. "They made me powerful."
"And power corrupts," she said.
"Absolutely," said Malcolm. "But it is my right as a dominant male to take what I want, and I wanted you for a long time now. Plus, it turned my weakling son into a man. I met some men in a strip bar who recruited us to work for them. That's why Jamal needs to graduate. They want him in their research division, but he needs his diploma, so I conceived of this little blackmail scheme."
"This was your idea?" They were in the bedroom now.
"Oh yes," said Malcolm. "I'm nearly as smart as Jamal. I just never had proper schooling. Now get on the bed, on all fours. I want to fuck you like an animal."
"It's not too late, Malcolm. I'm willing to forget this has happened." She climbed on all fours, her ass pointing towards Malcolm. She was glad he had chosen such an unromantic position. There was no way this could be as good as facing the man you loved in the missionary position.
"Shit, bitch." He was completely naked now. "Your pussy's begging for my cock. Your lips are all swollen and wet. They've already spread open in anticipation of getting their first real fucking. Tell me to fuck you."
"I can't."
Malcolm moved between her legs and ran the head of his cock up and down her pussy lips. She moaned, and her pussy opened wider. "Tell you what, Mrs. Duncan, I'll make you a deal. Let me put the whole thing in you. Once it's in, all you have to do is give the word, and I'll pull it out. You can have both tapes, and we'll leave. All you have to do is change Jamal's grade so that he passes. Do we have a deal?" He moved his cock head slowly around her labia to coat it with lubrication.
"Yesss," she moaned. That wouldn't be so bad. Just take his cock inside her, and then it would be gone.
"Now beg me to put it in."
"Put it in, Malcolm." Darlene's eyes flew open as the head pushed inside her. Her pussy had never stretched this wide. He pushed several inches inside her, pulling out and pushing just a little more in. He was slowly fucking her, and her body was betraying her. She was going to cum all over the janitor's cock if she couldn't get a hold of herself. "Enough, pull it out. A deal's a deal."
Malcolm laughed and pulled all but the head out. "The deal was for you to take it all. That was only half."
"I don't believe it."
"You'll see." Malcolm slammed his hips forward, burying his cock in her pussy.
Thank god it hurt; gone was the threat of cumming with this arrogant bastard. His monster cock had thrust deep into virgin territory, her pussy stretching out tight around it, squeezing his shaft, lubricating it with waves of juice. Nerve endings she didn't know existed were coming alive, sending electrical impulses to her brain, assaulting it with...Pleasure!
"Now what will it be, Mrs. Duncan? You know you love it. So let loose and enjoy it, or do I pull it out?"
If only he'd move it just a little, she could cum. She was practically cumming just from being stuffed with such a big cock. Even the initial pain was better than this teasing, aching need for an orgasm. It promised to be a big one too. "Move it around, please," she grunted.
"Are you asking me to keep it in, to fuck you?"
"Yes. Please, Malcolm, I need to be fucked, please fuck me."
Malcolm began pumping her pussy, and it didn't take long for the orgasm to break loose. "Oh yes, god yes, I'm cumming."
Jamal was hard again and moved around to stick his cock back in her face, but Malcolm waved him off. "I want her to talk first." He waited for her to come down from her orgasmic high before continuing. "Describe how it feels."
"It's so big in my pussy. Your big black cock is stretching me out. I never knew sex could feel this good. Oh my god, I'm going to cum again. Aaahhh."
"Pretend your husband is watching, what would you tell him?"
"Raymond, your prick is pathetic. I thought you pleased me, but I was wrong. I've never been truly fucked until tonight." Darlene was really getting into it. Malcolm was using the entire length of his cock to fuck her, slamming it in so hard, his big balls were slapping against her thighs. It was all she could do to stay on all fours. "Ray, their black cocks are so much better than yours. These men are built for sex. I love you, but my body belongs to them now."
For some reason, these men needed their egos stroked. She had never been vocal during sex, but found herself getting into it. Darlene was about to continue when Jamal, growing impatient, stuck his cock in her face. She opened her mouth and took him inside.
Sweet, conservative Darlene was getting plugged from both ends, and she loved it. She loved being helpless. She loved being dominated. She loved having Jamal's cock roughly shoved down her throat with each powerful thrust of Malcolm's cock.
Malcolm grabbed her hips and pulled forwards, locking their crotches together. His cock spasmed, cum exploding deep in her pussy, triggering her own powerful orgasm.
Darlene immediately felt a deep sense of loss when Malcolm removed his cock. She continued to slurp on Jamal's cock, but then he too pulled it out. Jamal walked around behind her. "Shit, dad, I wanted first crack at her pussy. I'm not sticking my cock in that mess."
Darlene could feel sperm flowing out of her pussy. "Fuck her ass then, son," said Malcolm.
"No way," said Darlene, looking over her shoulder at them. "That thing will rip me in two."
"You'll learn to love it." Jamal pushed on her back until her head was mashed into the mattress with her ass thrust up. "Reach behind you and pull your ass cheeks apart."
Darlene was scared, horrified even, but her hands obeyed his command, reaching behind her and pulling her butt cheeks apart. Her asshole was open for him, her pussy a gaping, sperm-filled hole. No man had ever gotten this view of her before.
"Need some lube," grunted Jamal. He slapped her ass. "Be right back."
Darlene stayed frozen until Jamal returned from the bathroom. He had a small bottle of hand lotion in his hand, and he first squirted a long line of lotion along his cock as if he were putting ketchup on a big black foot-long. The bottle had a long tubular opening, and his next move was to stick it in her ass. He squeezed it, cold lotion spraying deep into her ass.
Jamal replaced the bottle with the head of his cock. Darlene was thankful for the excessive lubrication as he pushed forward. The big, knobby cock head bobbing before her head earlier was now pushing into her rectum.Pain shot up her spine as her asshole stretched open, then closed slightly around his cock head. He moved the head around a bit before pushing a little more in. Darlene moaned into the bedspread, the thick part under his cock head was worse than the head itself as his cock continued to probe deeper. He pushed and pushed, finally stopping when it seemed as if he could get no more in.
Her knuckles were white from gripping her ass cheeks too tightly. As the pain faded, her grip loosened, and he took it as a sign to begin slowly fucking her ass. It was strange, but not unpleasant. There was no way a woman could get pleasure from this. Jamal seemed to be enjoying it, and that was all that mattered. Darlene's eyes opened in surprise as she came to a realization. She was more concerned with pleasing him than with herself. If he wanted to fuck her ass or stick his cock in her mouth, that's what she wanted too. Just as she had grown to love sucking his cock, she began to enjoy the slow ass fucking. "Oooo, fuck my ass, Jamal. Fuck me with that black cock."
Jamal picked up the pace, fucking her hard, even getting a few more inches inside when she tried to pull her ass open more for him. What would her fellow teachers think of shy, conservative Darlene Duncan now, if they could see her getting her ass reamed by one of her students?
Malcolm appeared in front of her. Darlene watched in amazement as Malcolm grabbed the tip of his semi-hard cock, giving it a couple of quick tugs. Within seconds, his cock was as hard as it was when he had fucked her only a half-hour ago. It looked as big and swollen as if he hadn't had sex in months. "You know what to do," he said. Darlene forced her torso up and took him in her mouth.
Darlene fucked and sucked their cocks for another half-hour before Jamal pumped her ass full of sperm. She moaned around Malcolm's penis as Jamal slowly pulled his cock out. Her ass closed up behind it, forcing his seed up into the vacuum, only to pour out of her ass, dripping down her crack to mix with the rapidly caking sperm his father had left in her pussy earlier. Malcolm came a few minutes later. This time she tried to swallow it all, but it was still too much, sperm dribbled down her chin, and she got her face hosed again when it briefly popped out of her mouth.
"Go clean up, teacher," said Jamal. "I'm about to give you an F for fuck when you get done."
"I was hoping for a C for cock," she replied, "or in your case a C++."
Jamal grinned at her. This was every student's dream, fucking his sexy teacher. "I'll evaluate you on performance. Now hurry up. I'm ready to go now."
He was hard again! Impossible! They were super-men! She hurried to the shower, trying to clean off as much of their sperm as she could, but finding the stuff was everywhere, turning sticky and gummy as the water touched it. She returned to her bedroom still wet, her skin glistening with moisture and her body glowing with a deep sense of satisfaction.
"Get on the bed," he said when she walked over to him.
"How do you want me?"
"On your back."
Darlene laid down on the bed with her head on the pillow, spreading her legs as Jamal climbed between them. She looked down her body in awe at the huge bobbing thirteen-inch cock poised to enter her. He kneeled between her legs and pushed the head in. Jamal put his arms under her knees and began working his cock into her pussy. It went in easier thanks to the stretching Malcolm had already given her, but Jamal was two inches longer, and those extra inches made her feel as if she were losing her virginity all over again.
He fucked her like that for a good fifteen minutes, giving her numerous mini-orgasms as he pumped his entire cock in and out of her. "What's my grade now, Mrs. Duncan?"
Darlene had planned to give him just a D, enough to graduate and get the video back. She changed her mind and shouted, "Oh Jamal, you're getting an A."
"I'm the teacher now," he said, laying down on top of her. His huge waist held her spread legs wide open for his thrusting cock. Her nails dug into his back as she came again and again, feeling owned and protected beneath his huge size. She kissed his chest in submission.
Jamal rolled over, carrying her on top of him. Darlene rode his cock while he sucked on her overly sensitive nipples. His strong tongue twirled around her breasts, teasing each nipple before sucking first one, then the other, into his mouth. She collapsed on his chest as a powerful orgasm rocked her body. When she recovered, Malcolm had his hands on her waist and was pushing his cock into her ass. Both her holes were getting plugged, bringing her to a whole new level of sexual pleasure. There was no way she could ever give this up.
Later, Darlene stepped out of the shower again and walked to her bedroom with the spread, rolling gate of someone who had been on a horse too long. Her whole body was sore, but it was one of those pleasant aches you get from a good workout.
The black men were gone, as were their clothes. She frowned, but was secretly relieved as her body was too exhausted to continue.
Darlene went over to her large walk-in closet for a robe. The door was open a crack, and she pulled the doors apart, getting the shock of her life. Raymond was kneeling on the floor with his hands, feet, and mouth duct-taped. There was a bouquet of flowers at his feet, and his cheeks were stained with dried tears.
Darlene was horrified, until she saw the little bulge in his pants. "Things are gonna change around here," she said.
"You mean her husband watched the whole thing?" asked Jamal.
"Yep, he came home early to surprise her while you were showing her the video. It didn't take much to cower the wimp. I restrained him and snuck him upstairs while she was sucking your cock."
"What if he tells?"
"I made a new tape. We'll make it look like he set it up if he gets out of line. Besides, if he causes trouble, we can always have one of our cops take his statement."
"Keepin' it real, dad," said Jamal, smiling. After the first time he had cum as an enhanced man, this was the best day of his life. He had fucked his teacher and was going to graduate.
Little did he know, he was going to get expelled anyway, when he finally encountered a situation that he couldn't control. But that is another story. | 3 |
117,580 | Plot Ideas | Hi, folks, here is Mama Murrin again, bringing you more furry yiffy goodness.
This time, I'm bringing you a few plots that I enjoy playing at IRC.FURNET.ORG
Plot 01: Character C was at their usual business when Characters A and B (CA and CB) knocked at the manor's door. They were dressed in maid's outfits. Character C went to open the door and was puzzled when they requested to be her cleaning maids. Then Character C interviews them. (Any number of characters, preferably 2 characters).
Plot 02: Character B threw a party at her house, with many characters talking and drinking, while Character A came to the party when it was about to be concluded. Character A, seeing that Character B was drunk, took advantage of her while she was drunk.
Plot 03: Character B went to a ball dance, where she met Character A. She was quite pleased to meet such an interesting character, and while Character B went to have some fresh air outside on the balcony, Character A went to talk to her a bit more. Things got steamy, and Character B took Character A's hand and went upstairs to her room, forgetting about the ball and having sex with Character A.
Plot 04: M/F: Character B is the monitor of a summer camp where Character A (Henceforth CA) goes every summer. CA has changed a lot since she last saw CB, and CA has grown a lot, developing and becoming a young beautiful (Put species here), while CB had grown to be a very handsome and strong (Put species here). CB met CA at the restroom of the camp, when Character B was getting out of the showers, his headfur still wet, while CA went to take a shower in the girl's restroom. They were surprised by how much the other had grown.
Plot 05: Herm/Herm: Character B was a student of the magic arts at (Put fancy place/building here). Character A (Henceforth CA) had been studying with CB for a long time, and CA had a small rivalry with CB. CA one day was tinkering with a spell, and CA turned into a beautiful Shemale/Herm, and while CB was watching and laughing at CA, CA made the same spell on CB, which ended up making each other quite horny, since the spell also had a strong mating side-effect.
Plot 06: F/M/M: Pluma longed to get pregnant, but she had no mate. She had been cleaning her house when she heard a loud crash on the upper floor, and she found a baseball that Male Characters A (MCA) and B (MCB) had thrown through the window by accident. She runs downstairs and catches both males as they tried to run away. Angry, but horny, she takes MCA and MCB inside their house, and the two of them make her pregnant through a steamy sex scene.
Plot 07: F/(Any): Pluma was masturbating in her room, watching a porno flick. She thought she had locked her door, but it was slightly open. Character A (CA) looked at her with a blush as she masturbated in the bed, and, unable to cope with the vision of such a strong female cougar masturbating, CA came into the room and helped her release her needs.
Plot 08: Character A was a rare species, and Daalegan had received Character A as a present from a distant land. The hyenataur looked after Character A, and after the formalities were over, Daalegan went to Character A and talked them into sex.
Plot 09: Character A was a very nice (Species) girl, and Azyr was looking to take her out on a date. When Character A got into his car, Azyr started to touch her, while Character A moaned and agreed.
Plot 10: Vittel was at his home when his doorbell rang. Character A (CA) had come to him once again, after a few weeks of not talking to each other for (reason). When Vittel finds CA at his door, he quickly gets CA inside the house, fearing his neighbors might find out that CA had come back. CA was not welcomed because CA had done (reason) and Vittel felt sorry for CA. When CA got inside the house, CA tried desperately to have sex with Vittel, which at first refused due to the reason CA and him were angry about.
Plot 11: Feral/Feral: Character B grew to maturity, and the feral began to experience their first heat. CB went to CA to be with them, but the two ferals ended up having sex.
Plot 12: Feral/Anthro: Character B was investigating around, and Character B Found Character A (CA) having sex with another fur. Character B was puzzled at first and wanted to investigate more. When CA was alone, CB went to CA and began sniffing at CA's crotch, obviously interested.
Plot 13: Character B is in the market of a distant city, and Character A (CA) is a thief. Character B was minding his own business when CA came to hide under his hood, escaping the guards. The two guards were looking for CA all over, and when they saw Character B, they asked if he had seen CA. Character B said that he hadn't seen CA, and the guards made Character B open their hood for them. While CA was hiding behind Character B, their hood was a magical hood that made everything under it invisible, so the guards did not see CA under the hood. After the guards left, Character B made CA pay for the little cover up by fucking CA.
Plot 14: Character A (From here on, named as CA) was going to take a dip at the gym's pool, and while CA was changing to his swimming trunks, Character B (From now on, CB) took CA's clothes and replaced them with a pink dress, CA's size. When CA returned to his locker, CB told him that it was a prank and that CA must put on the dress, unless CA wants CB's pictures CB took of CA's naked body while in the shower to go publicly on the Internet.
Plot 15: Deviation of Plot 14: Instead of CA being forced to dress, CB makes CA have sex with him in the swimming pool's water, later following Plot 01.
Plot 16: Character A (Henceforth CA) is found by their teacher kissing at school with a male/female friend in the restrooms. When the teacher (Character B, henceforth CB) catches them, CA is punished by CB with a spanking in CB's office. When CA leaves school for the day, CB follows them to CA's home, and, finding out CA's parents do not live at home with them, CB decides that she will take care of CA, taking CA to CB's house, where CB makes CA have a few sexy times with CB. (Subject to discussion.)
Plot 17: Character A had moved to a country in which they only spoke Language X, and Character B was a foreign exchange student that spoke Character A's language and Language X. Character A had little money to pay Character B in exchange for Character B teaching Character A Language X, so Character B took advantage of Character A in exchange for teaching Character A the language X.
Plot 18: The Zombie Apocalypse had risen in their city, and Character A and Character B had to take care of each other. After a while, both characters got close to each other as the story went.
Plot 19: Character B was really rich, and Character A was really poor. One day, Character B's car stopped on the road where Character A had a piece of cardboard that said: "Will work 4 Food." Character B took care of Character A, giving Character A all things they might need, fostering Character A at Character B's house.
Plot 20: Character A had failed to do a report on X account, and Character B, who was Character A's boss, got mad with Character A and made Character A stay after hours until Character A had completed their account report. When Character A was done, Character B made an advance on Character A.
Note that these are just a sample. You can copy/edit/use these plots your own way through any of the plots given. It's just ideas that came to my mind. | 3 |
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