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ot just me! What about Kar...Vipsania? Why am I the only one who has to be punished?"
"Make no mistake, I will punish her in my own way later, but we're here. Now. And in your favorite playroom, no less."
She began to shiver in anticipation.
"I think you've had enough of the paddle. De Vries let's graduate Domina to the strap."
Given how she was acting tonight, I knew she wanted it severe. I had already given De Vries a hand signal on how forceful and how many blows he should land. These hand signals developed between myself and the Doms over the course of the past year, allowing us to communicate without Gloria knowing; and as such, she couldn't anticipate the severity of her punishment from one moment to the next.
Gloria's eyes went wide at the first blow to her buttocks. The sound of it was almost deafening as it reverberated off the cinder block walls.
There was a long, prearranged pause. "Count," I commanded, softly.
Gloria screamed, "Two!" when the second blow landed.
The third blow came harder and quicker than she expected. She forced out, "Th-Three!" as tears streamed down her cheeks.
There was another, even longer pause where Gloria's facial features relaxed...
...And then she went wide-eyed with surprise and pain when the four blow was landed.
Besides surprise, I saw true panic behind her eyes. Ordinarily, we never took the strap past three blows at any one session interval. This time would be different.
Tears streamed down her cheeks anew, and she was blowing air rapidly as the fifth blow landed.
Holding herself overly rigid, and causing her taut muscles to tremble and body shiver, she stared at me with an unexpected defiant expression. Other than her rapid panting, she didn't utter a sound. She looked genuinely mad at me.
"I thought this is what you wanted. Am I mistaken?" She just continued to stare back at me. I gave another signal to De Vries as I said, "No? Fine."
The sixth blow he landed was wicked, causing Gloria to abruptly belch air out as a loud grunt.
"Six!" she belted out of her lungs before she began to wail.
"That's better, and that snotty look you had is gone as well."
She continued counting and wailing through eight, at which point I signaled De Vries to stop.
The rigidity of her body didn't leave until I held her face between my two hands and kissed her. The taste of salt from her sweat made for a fine seasoning, while the scent of her arousal as it ran down her thighs was intoxicating.
"You disappointed me tonight."
"I know," she squeaked out between soft sobs.
"Why?"
She just shook her head as an answer, and continued to sob.
Again she tried to reach me with her lips for another kiss, but I stepped away and behind her instead. I saw her body go rigid in anticipation of more pain.
"Relax, my sweet."
Her buttocks glowed red and were blistered by several long welts crisscrossing each other. I could almost feel the heat radiating off her now, rosy globes.
Kissing her lightly at the nape of her neck, I gently squeezed one of her tortured buttocks, and sending blissful warmth cascading through her body. She uttered a loud sigh of pleasure when a placed a hand on the other cheek, and then massaged them both.
I asked again. "Why do you go out of your way to disappoint me?"
The question and its tone made her body go rigid again in cautious anticipation.
She yelled when I reached around and gripped a breast hard. I said close to her ear, "I guess you're much too stressed to answer. We should relax your muscles a bit before I ask again, and then I'd like an answer." Stepping away from her, I commanded, "De Vries, ginger."
Ginger root is sometimes used by bondage devotees to heighten the intensity of the punishment. Normally, a single root is skinned, and then carved into the shape of a phallus or plug. It's then inserted into an orifice, usually the anus, but it can be inserted vaginally, as well. The oils of the ginger root are irritating to whatever it comes in contact with, producing a severe burning sensation. If inserted anally, the irritation keeps the devotee from tightening their gluts against the coming blow from the strap, whip, or paddle, thus increasing the pain—and ultimately the pleasure.
Being an expert, it took De Vries only a few minutes to carve a well-shaped plug. Parting her cheeks, he easily slipped the ginger plug into her ass and seated it snugly.
I asked quietly in Gloria's ear, "I know we've never used it together, but is it new to you?"
She panted out, "It burns."
"It will go better if you relax."
Even before I finished my statement, De Vries came down with another wicked strike.
New levels of pain never touched before spread across her pretty features. Her mouth and eyes contorted into a panoply of emotion ranging from shock, to searing anguish, and ending in surprise. It all flashed across her face in an instant.
"I see it is new to you. Different, isn't it, now that you can't tighten the muscles against the blows of the strap."
She gurgled something indistinct as sweat poured from her brow.
"Count."
I only took her to six.
I was still uncomfortable with the punishment areas of sex, using it sparingly to discipline Karen that one time—and that was very mild compared to what Gloria expected of me. That said, it was difficult to watch the pain continually unfold across Gloria's face each time De Vries brought down the strap—and the pain was almost unfathomable for her by my reckoning. Yet, on the last two strikes, I saw a small smile crease her lips. It peeked out momentarily through all the facial contortions brought on by De Vries' handiwork. It was a subtle smile of joy and pleasure. The ginger was beginning to work its magic as the burning irritation morphed into an intense, warming bliss—pleasure born from pain.
When I cupped her buttocks in my hands and massaged them firmly but sweetly, the warming pleasure intensified further, and her whole body melted into mine.
Her breathing was deep but irregular, as she said into my chest, "It's because I love you."
"I know you do, but there is more going on inside you than you let on. And your secretiveness distresses me even more than your disrespect for Vipsania."
She said with a hint of sarcasm, "How can I have secrets from you, the great, all-knowing...all-powerful Tiberius?"
Her sarcasm surprised me. I laughed at her cheekiness and hugged her to me tightly. "Haven't you noticed? As time passes, I can't read any of you as well as I used to. You're all becoming 'blank' to me."
"Blank?"
"It doesn't matter, but things are changing."
"Are you losing your powers?"
"Only in some areas, and only with those closest to me, like you and Karen. I can't read your thoughts as well as I use to. As such, you can keep secrets from me," I ended my explanation with a smile.
She reached for my lips again, and I let her capture them. Long and sweet she kissed me until I forgot about the changes that were occurring within us.
I smiled down at her again. "Now, show me how much you love me. Tell me your secrets."
"After. Lower me, my sweet."
She knew me all too well, probably better than I knew her. Unlike most Doms, who could easily make love after violently flogging their partners, our punishment sessions never gave me wood. Gloria knew and understood this about me.
I know she loves these moments on her knees as much as I, servicing my cock and preparing me to fuck her silly. It's just one of many, tangible ways she exhibits her love for me.
Her wrists stayed bound together, but she doesn't care, preferring to work my cock to hardness using just her mouth. For me, besides the wonderful oral attention from someone who loves to suck my cock, the contrast between her hot mouth nibbling, licking, and sucking me against the coolness of her binding chains was amazing.
Both of us became lost in it all. My cock, now made hard and slick by her playful mouth, dripped thick strands of saliva onto the floor and her breasts. Seemingly taking no notice of my arousal, she continued to ply her hot and still hungry mouth to it until I almost came.
Grabbing a hunk of her hair, she loudly gasped her disapproval when I pulled her head away from my groin.
"Naughty, naughty slut, you almost made me come. You know that isn't allowed, now get up!"
Just as she got up onto her feet, I had De Vries pull her body taught with the winch. Her big toes were barely touching the floor. The rest flailed in mid-air.
Smoothing her cheek with a hand, I asked, "How's that ginger holding up? Still burns?"
Before she could answer, De Vries brought the strap down across her already tender ass.
"Look at that, I've lost my wood. It always happens in these moments. I don't like seeing you punished like this. It destresses me even more than when you fight with Vipsania."
This was the game we've been playing for the past six months or so. Gloria would do something that would demand punishment, then ply that playful mouth to get me hard, only to do something else to justify more punishment—wash, rinse, repeat. It was how she derived quality time between us. As I said before, mostly because she had developed a true taste for the art of control, but also because discipline and punishment was the one area of human sexual encounter that Karen didn't care to partake. That meant our sessions together were for us, alone.
I took her to ten this time.
She stared at me, shivering, her disheveled hair was matted to her face by her sweat. She pulled weakly on the leather shackles and metal chains between soft whimpers of discomfort and shame, trying to garner some slack so that she could at least stand flat on her feet.
"Should we graduate to the whip? To your back?"
She stopped the whimpering and fussing with her hands. Her eyes went wide and there was real terror behind them. "No!"
"Then are you going to play nice for the rest of the evening? Play nice with Vipsania? If I lose wood again because of more of your insolence, then my retributions will come with true pain."
"Yes! Sir!"
I looked deep into her eyes...deep into her soul...and saw only truth and love there. "Good girl."
I wrapped her up in my arms again, and again she melted into me as the pain was turned into warming bliss by my massaging hands.
"Lower her again, De Vries."
De Vries gently put her on her knees, and Gloria requested a bit of slack in the chains so she could use her hands along with her mouth. It didn't take her long getting me slick and hard, again. Then laying my slickened cock against her flush cheek, she looked up at me doe-eyed, and said, "Now fuck me like the whore I am."
"Why do you call yourself that?" I asked, barely concealing my anger.
She answered, slowly and sweetly, "Because I am a whore. Because I'm your whore. And most of all, because I want to be your whore. And oh how I love it when you to treat me like your whore." She continued staring up at me with her innocent, pining eyes, all while she seductively kissed and licked about my cock and balls.
I have never seen anything as angelic and demonic and wrapped up in the same person and at the same time. Not even the twins could pose such a contradiction as Gloria did to me.
"If that is what you want. So be it. De Vries, lift her! Higher. Higher still. Stop!"
De Vries pulled her up until she dangled totally above the floor and with her groin slightly lower than mine. She groaned under her own weight as it bore uncomfortably down on all the joints of her arms.
Touching her cheek, I felt small beads of sweat beginning to form. "Woman after beautiful woman offered themselves to me, as is commonplace now. Husbands offered me their wives to do with as I desire. And both offered me their children and their children's lives. They offered me everything as tribute to me and my house, just for the small favor of fucking them, or letting them choke on my cock and swallow my cum. Enduring all that temptation all in my long journey to you, I turned them all down. I even turned down my own wife's advances just so you could be my first; so that I could offer myself to you clean and unsullied, and free from the taint of any of the evening's offerings." I paused for a moment to see tears falling from her eyes. Then cupping her cheeks in my hands, I confirmed the truth of us, "My sweet, don't you see? I have become *your* whore."
Stepping back and away from her, I could see the recognition of the truth of it unfold across her face. She made a half-hearted attempt to deny it, to refuse my caricature of myself, but she couldn't lie to herself. And most of all, she couldn't lie to me.
Aping her words from a moment ago, I said, "I am your whore, and most of all I love being your whore. I desire it as I desire to live. Because I. Love. You. Now, from one whore who is in love with another, reach for me and do your best."
I saw a fire ignite in her eyes, as she shifted her weight back and forth, and putting herself into a swinging motion. She grunted mightily as she fell short of me on her first two attempts.
On the third pass she garnered enough energy in her swing that she slammed into me, and knocking most of the breath out of her lungs in the process. Still, she had enough wits and strength to wrap her legs around my waist before she'd rebound away.
She inhaled deeply. I felt her legs tighten about me as she pulled us closer to each other, and then she said, "Come here, whore!"
Gloria pulled us so close that my cock was crushed between us. Her breath came warm and sweet as she panted into my mouth during a most splendid kiss. Gripping my waist even tighter between her thighs, she shifted her hips up and down, and playfully slid my cock across our stomachs. She giggled around my tongue each time she made my cock slide up and tap one of her breasts.
"Naughty, playful cock," she said, laughingly. "I think my whore needs to put it deep into his whore's dripping cunt."
"I think my whore needs to work a little bit for it, just as I worked getting here."
Loosening her grip but still maintaining contact to me with her calves and feet, Gloria's arms strained against the binding chains as she swung herself a bit away from me. Her move put my cock between her smooth thighs and pointed directly at her pussy. She tightened her grip on my waist again, pulling herself closer to me. My cock was nearly inside her when I flexed its muscles, making it miss her intended mark by shooting high and across her pubis.
I heard her murmur a disappointed, "Fuck," and then some others, "Fuck, fuck, fuck," as she tried lining me up for another run.
Sweat was running down her arms and face from obvious physical strain. Beads grew large on her chest until letting go, they left clear trails crisscrossing her breasts as they made their way ever downward to her groin and around toward her back.
She hadn't noticed my purposeful twitch from before. I flexed again as she lunged forward. This time my cock went low, sliding lewdly along the cleft of her ass.
I joked, "Now you want it in your ass? I thought it was supposed to go into your dripping cunt."
"Help me," she said, her voice thick with exhaustion and frustration.
I chided her while obviously flexing my cock, "Whore needs to work. Work for it whore."
Letting out an exasperated laugh, she commanded, "Stop doing that and help me. Please!"
Smiling at her, I held myself firm and steady. She pulled herself to me again, and this time very hard. My cock easily slid in, stabbing her deeply.
"Oh, Jesus!" she screamed, as my cock hit bottom.
"Alright whore, fuck my cock like a good whore," and then I said a bit louder, "De Vries, if you would."
De Vries was an expert with the strap, and could swat a fly off a flabby matron's ass without touching her skin. Each time my cock slammed into her deep, De Vries slapped her buttocks squarely and hard with the strap while missing me in the process. Overwhelming euphoria bloomed across her flush face as ever increasing intensities of both pleasure and pain simultaneously boiled and mingled within her.
Continually spurred on by the Dom's 'whip,' my lovely steed repeatedly slammed into me with an ever increasing tempo. Her loud, protracted wails were only matched by the loud sound of the strap and the more muted sounds of my heavy balls slapping against her muscular ass. When I added my own pelvic thrust to hers, I saw her fingers shoot out straight, just like Raven's had, as the first of many orgasmic waves slammed into her. One quickly followed another, ramping up higher and higher in intensity, as she screamed loudly and abruptly each time I thrusted deep and with each blow of the strap. I could feel her ejaculate and arousal flow across my cock as a constant stream, and then hear it dripping onto the floor below us. It is always a most satisfying sound.
As I felt her strength ebb, I signaled De Vries to stop. Wrapping her in my arms, I pulled her tight against me, and kissed her deeply.
Now, secured in my arms, her strength returned, and using her thigh muscles and calves, she began bouncing herself along my cock. Waves anew, long forceful waves ebbed and flowed through her. Between deafening screams, she would grunt loudly, straining to push her body into even higher levels of power and tempo, and using the ebb and flow of the smaller climaxes to build into one final...
"Jesus, I am your fucking whore! Jesus, fuck your whore!" she said over and over as her body violently shuddered against mine.
"Jesus has nothing to do with it, and you're not my whore." Kissing her sweetly on the mouth to take some of the sting out of my words, I then said to De Vries, "Remove the cuffs from Domina, and let the other one go. Then leave us for a while."
I laid Gloria down on her stola, while making a pillow for her head out of my toga. She was still shivering from her last orgasm, just like an old, mistuned jalopy that continued to sputter even after the ignition was turned off. Finding a towel, I sat down beside her and wiped some of the sweat from her, and causing more shivers to ripple through her body. I noticed the remnants of her ejaculate and arousal continued to drip from her pussy, forming a growing stain on her stola.
"This time you get the wet spot."
"Funny. Tiberius' revenge," she said, dreamily. Staring up at me with a sleepy-eyed gaze, she languidly traced at finger around her pussy, and felt the extent of her wetness. Then briefly dipping her fingers deep into her canal, she asked, "You didn't come, did you? Why not?"
"You were too quick for me, my love."
"My love. I like that."
"Better than, 'My whore,' don't you think?"
"Infinitely better, but I wan...I need you to come for me."
She started to shift around in order to put me in her mouth, but I gently pushed her back down. "Time for that later. Now, I want you to fuck me like you did that night."
A sly smile bloomed across her lips, before she asked, "What night?"
"You know."
Mimicking the words she said to me so long ago, but in a more worldly tone, "Now that I have you all to myself," she placed her hands behind her knees, and pulled them up and as wide as she could to her chest, and then beckoned me to enter her with that minxy half-smile I loved to see on her. She was indeed, my Siren; and I, her Ulysses.
It was sweeter the second time with her; so much sweeter, by far. On that night when she proclaimed her love for me, she was no more than a naive little girl, inexperienced and innocent in all classes of night school, while trying so very hard to be the woman she thought more mature and seductive. Now, more than a year later, the tables had turned. She had become that worldly seductress, mature and learned in all the sophisticated sexual arts, but who, more than anything else, wanted to be treated as the naive, little girl again.
As I slid my cock deep into her pussy, I saw the love and lust in her eyes. She wanted to relive that time...that night...that moment, as I did.
And, Heaven help us, Asmodeus obliged.
Just like the first time, she stared up into my eyes as I pumped her long and slow, while she played with her tits, teasing them to excite me with a bit of sexual brashness. At times, when the feelings began to well up inside of her, she would bite her lower lip, possibly to stifle a soft moan. And each time she did, I would kiss those puckish lips, and make them smile.
I felt Gloria playing with the hair at the back of my head as she neared climax. Her eyes were closed, her face flushed, shiny with sweat, and she was panting heavily between ever protracted moans.
I've come to know them well, all unmistakable signs that she was close. So, I increased the force of my pumping, making her eyes go wide in surprise and pleasure.
She was mouthing something to me, but I couldn't hear. I felt that tingle at the base of my skull. The one I always felt after taking the elixir. I knew, then, that Asmodeus was with us.
God, she was beautiful. There was a time when I arrogantly and ignorantly called her a 'plain Jane,' and how wrong I was. Both Gloria and Karen were beyond beauty, and have become the twin pillars of womanhood, the embodiment of love and lust to me. If I could marry them both, I would. If I needed to put myself in harm's way to save them, I would not hesitate.
She took a deep breath and held it, and arched her back in the extreme as the first magnificent wave crashed into her. At the same moment, I felt her canal walls tighten around my cock, triggering my own climax...
My hearing was back.
Gloria's body was convulsing in ecstasy, but she kept her head still and her eyes trained on mine.
"I love you," she said, emphatically, over and over, until she began to weep as her convulsions stopped.
I sat back against a wall and pulled Gloria closer to me, cradling her to my chest. She shivered against the coolness of the grotto, so I wrapped her more completely with her stola.
"I don't like it when you two fight. And I don't like it that you punish yourself because of your love for me."
"I know, but you still love me through it all."
"Yes, and I always will."
Gloria said it again, softly and with a hint of sadness, "I love you," and then added, "And I love Karen. More than you or she can ever know. I love her because she's my closest confidant and best friend. I don't think I could ever find a sweeter person to...well really, devote my life too. But most of all, I love her because she loves you more than you can ever know."
Exhausted, she fell asleep in my arms. Before long, I could hear her breathing coming low and even. She slept just like a child nestled in the warm comfort and security of their father's protective embrace. Closing my eyes to join her, I felt at peace at last. | null | [] | {
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Initiation “Brian, put some clothes on, damn it!” The shriek of an old, irate woman cut through the house like a knife.
“What?” The deep voice reverberated off the walls almost as clearly.
“Your niece is here; she does not need to see you parading around in all your heathen debauchery.” Yesenia shook her head at her grandmother, Grams still thought she was a child.
“Oh, cut it out, mom. That you still believe in the invisible sky dude amazes me after you’ve been living with Dad for sixty years.” She stifled a giggle as her Uncle Brian dug at Gram’s Catholic faith. Brian never had been very pious. Not that she was either, but with a name like hers it was hard not to be a little cynical. Virgin my sexy ass. She’d lost that card several years ago, not that anyone except her mom knew. Mom made sure she was on adequate birth control, was regularly tested, and took precautions. A practical woman.
“God willing, you will pay for your sins. My son or not, I expect you to obey and respect the Lord in this house!”
“Good thing I don’t live here anymore then.” Brian could be heard opening the fridge as he needled his mother.
“Brian, so help me!” There was a crash and the sound of something getting smacked hard. Yesenia figured it was a thick wooden spoon and probably Brian from the bellowed “Ow” that followed.
A snicker did escape her lips as Brian, now wearing a towel that was a touch too small for him, slunk out of her grandmother’s kitchen. Yesenia sat in the big recliner pretending to read, her feet over the arm, and curled up, enjoying the whole affair. She ignored her granddad who sat snoozing on the couch, only noticing if he happened to snore louder than usual.
This was typical, and after having watched holiday after holiday around the family, she knew it was going to always end the same way, with Brian making Gram mad, and eventually him getting pelted with a spoon, pot, or whatever else she had handy. He seemed to enjoy getting under his mother’s skin.
He had, however, managed to carry off an entire six pack of beer with him in the escape from his mother’s wrath. He parked himself in the other recliner, adjusting his covering just enough not to be lewd around his twenty-yearld niece. “Hey small-fry, how’s the book?” He asked while cracking open the first beer. “It’s good, Uncle Brian.”
“Are you still up for tonight?” He chugged half the beer he’d just opened.
“Sure, I guess. It’s a romance.”
He wrinkled his nose at the book. “Still worried?” Brian gave her one of those ‘concerned uncle’ looks.
“You know I hate sitting out as the oddball.”
“I know. It’s frustrating. Don’t worry. One of these days you’ll find your place.”
“Mom and dad driving?” She flipped another page absently.
“Yeah, I think so.” He took another sip of the beer and crushed the now empty can against his head.
“Granddad?” She looked over at the snoring form.
Brian poked his dad’s foot with a toe. “Eh, we’ll see.” His father just rolled over slightly and let out a thunderous snore.
Yesenia settled back in with her book, ignoring the occasional clatter of angry grandmother in the kitchen. Her parents were off getting groceries and running errands, she had plenty of time.
Brian popped open a second beer and pretended to ignore his mother’s quiet ranting.
“Are you ready dear?” Her mother called from the stairwell.
“Yeah, but I feel silly.” Yesenia replied from the bathroom.
“You say that every year.” Her mother had that school teacher tone down pat, she didn’t even turn it off at home anymore.
“That’s because I feel silly every year.” Then again, Yesenia could still do whiny teen when the need arose.
“Oh, come on, this will be fun.”
“Maybe for you. I always end up in the corner waiting it out, remember?”
“Maybe this time it won’t be.” “Mom, ever think it could skip a generation?”
“Yeah, it could, but you’ve still got time left.”
Same conversation every time. Not that she objected to the party, it was nice enough. She just wished she wasn’t the only adult there who was out of place. A few times she ended up hanging out with some of the teens, but the last couple years she’d avoid them too because they started to mock her for not being part of the adult party. It was getting tiresome. Though it did help that fewer and fewer wanted to come unless they could party too.
Then there were a few of the guys who tried to pay attention to her, but she mostly ducked them. She knew what they wanted. She’d grown into a pretty stunning figure. Her Spanish heritage and dark locks were the envy of a lot of classmates growing up. Ending up with a perky but still sizable chest and a killer set of hips had made her both envied and hated, particularly since she was a bit of a bookworm and not really popular.
Coming down in her slip of a dress, she just felt foolish, even though the old-style dress looked great on her, she knew that from the twenty minutes she’d wasted primping herself in the mirror. The simple white dress flowed easily. It had a long slit up one side and a single strap over her left shoulder, and was belted with a wide gold belt. She only wore plain sandals on her feet.
“You look lovely, honey.” According to her mother, a paper bag would probably look good on her. She was also dressed in the same style dress, but hers was a soft blue. Her father and uncle were in togas. A tradition. Her father also wore the same soft blue as her mother, but Brian wore a bright red, which stood out. His great bushy salt and pepper beard and portly shape reminded her of the old Greek god Dionysus from her high school book on mythology. She wouldn’t put it past Uncle Brian to try to drink the god of wine under the table. Her granddad had found his peach colored toga and was now awake enough to go too.
They piled into her mother’s SUV. Yesenia slid into the back row, behind Brian whose long legs seemed to be everywhere. Starting up the car they pulled out of the driveway, the sun just starting to set over the hills to the west.
It wasn’t a long drive, but Yesenia picked at the hem of her dress a bit. She would probably be the only adult wearing white. They lived close to the campground that the party happened at every year. One of the rangers always made sure the area stayed clear for them. The party was already underway as they pulled into the gravel drive. Though the sun was still up, a fire was going, and she could hear people carousing and joking. A pretty big spread of food was on the picnic tables.
Brian got out the stuff from the trunk behind her seat. Several old beat up camp chairs and a lounger; plus, a couple coolers. Yesenia quickly claimed the lounger and a can of diet mountain dew for herself. She still wasn’t allowed to drink in the U.S. though she got to when the went to visit the cousins in Spain. She kicked at a small rock, wishing she’d remembered her book and a flashlight. They weren’t allowed to bring cell phones tonight. She just opted to watch people. She could see Brian flitting in and out of the crowd, his giant frame towering over almost everyone. He was always the life of the party. Her parents were over talking to an old friend, Isaac, he wore a silver toga.
The place was a riot of colors now, the togas came in dozens of different colors. She sighed, hers was the only white one. She hated it. Why did she have to be different? Of course, from another perspective, she was the normal one and they were the ones who were different. But it was all her family, well except Gram, and most of the close friends of the family. How was she going to ever have a relationship with some boy where she had to keep this secret and yet, how could she be with a guy in this world if she wasn’t really part of it either.
A heavy hand landed on her shoulder, startling her. “You doing okay, tot?” The wheezy old voice of her granddad asked. She looked up at him, in his pale peach toga. He settled into a chair next to her lounger and handed her a slice of watermelon which she happily took from him. “I know it’s hard sitting here. Your Gram, well, she did it too you know.”
“She did? I thought she was just, well, not one.”
“No, her parents were both. It skipped her. Rare, but it does happen. She’s a great woman, your Gram, but she’s never really gotten over that feeling of disappointment from her parents. I just want you to know, that no matter what, you’re always my pride and joy. You got that, tot? I don’t want you living your life like you missed out on something, because you’re every bit as special whether you are, or not. You’re special as my granddaughter, and I’ll always be proud of you.”
Yesenia gently rubbed her face on his wrinkled old hand, a tear slipping down her cheek. “Thank you, granddad, I love you.”
“I love you too, tot. Now behave, it’s time.” He stepped away, his peach toga vanishing into the press.
She normally liked to watch this part, it was special, but she felt her own guts cramp. Damn it, she didn’t think it was her time of the month yet. She dashed off to the car and found her purse. Reaching around inside she grabbed a tampon and headed for the small restroom. Thankfully, part of why they used this place was that it was cleaner than most.
The knot in her gut twisted again, and she hurried into the small bathroom. She snapped the lock and yanked her dress up over her hips, trying to get to her panties. Thankfully the dress was pretty easy access, something she’d contemplated for other reasons on a few occasions. When she started to pull down on her panties though she was greeted by a very different surprise. She found herself sporting four small bumps right above her shaved muff. The tampon was quickly forgotten “Oh my god, it’s happening.” She whispered to the empty air. She’d spent so many years waiting, and she’d all but given up hope. Instead here she was mistaking the biggest moment of her life for an early period. She dropped her dress down and dashed back out the door.
Outside, the party was in full swing, most of the participants had made the shift already. But her mother was hanging out by the picnic tables talking to a friend of hers, still in her pale blue dress. Yesenia came up and tugged on her mother’s arm. “Mom!”
“Yesenia, quit pulling, I’m talking to Carol. It’s very rude to interrupt.” Her mother snapped without even to turn to look at her daughter.
“But, mom!” She whined; her hands clenched over her stomach.
Carol, the tall older lady she was with, who was resplendent in her purple dress and silver belt, stopped her mother with a gentle wave, “Alita, I think you should listen to your daughter.”
The soft rebuke got Alita’s attention fast. She looked over at her daughter who was now holding her stomach like it was on fire. “Oh my god, is it really happening? Here? Tonight?”
“Um, yeah, I think so.” She grimaced.
The two older women held her as she felt herself warm to the glow of the moon as it rose for the first time. “Alright dear,” Carol said softly “Let it come. It’ll be okay. Don’t fight it. You’ll know when to stop. Now, let’s breathe, together”
Yesenia slowed her breathing to match that of her mother and Carol. “One, two, breathe in, three four, breathe out.” Over and over she let the shiver run through her body. She could feel bits of herself shifting. She tried to let it happen, sometimes she felt herself clenching again, but the gentle squeeze from the ladies reassured her. She could hear pops as her ankles shifted under her. Her feet stretching and her toes fusing. She only had enough presence of mind to kick off her sandals before they were destroyed. Her hips flared even wider, shifting her balance. She looked down at her new hooves, watching as her mother’s larger fluffy feet expanded next to Carol’s uncurling black talons.
The pain was far less now, she could feel it more as a warmth that ran through her. “That’s good child, let it come. You’re doing well.” Carol’s voice was practiced, calm. Her mother just held her hand, a hand whose nails were slowly growing dark and thick, as her fingers merged into two rather than four. She could still flex them, and she did, even watching her mother’s hand sprouted fur, while Carol’s fingers darkened with the early signs of her plumage.
Pressure built and she felt her stomach give way as the large udder burst forth, skewing the dress wildly to the side and taking her panties off with it. She could see the outline of the long teats under the stretched fabric of her dress. Behind her widened hips were padded with a bit more oomph as her posterior took on very generous proportions, capped with a slowly sprouting tail that snaked under her dress and batted its fuzzy tip about her thickened thighs. Her breasts, apparently jealous, joined her udder. She ballooned in size rapidly going from perking to what she might jokingly call melons. They popped the top right off her dress in the process. Her mother giggled a bit at the giant chest her daughter now sported. Though she was quickly silenced by the four additional breasts sprouting from her chest under the blue fabric. Carol by comparison actually seemed to get smaller chested, as her breasts became small and high. She grinned at the other two “free boob job in my old age!” That made them all laugh.
Yesenia felt her ears perk and shift, and a sudden splitting pain that briefly pierced each temple. She was pretty sure she had horns now. Probably big ones from the weight. Her mother similarly had her ears spring up into two giant rabbit ears. Carol was struggling with her face a bit as a beak slowly pushed out, quickly followed by the rest of her plumage. Yesenia’s snout was still broadening on her face as her mother’s soft gray and white coat grew in. Moments later a soft brown fur took over her own body.
She sat down heavily onto the bench to look at herself. Her mother dashed to her purse and grabbed a compact. With the small mirror handy Yesenia could get her first full view of herself. She was right about the horns being sizable, but they were still small enough to be cute, sitting above her brown eyes that were still her own. Her face had changed a bit, pushed out in a short muzzle, but she still felt she could see herself in the reflection. The udder was awkward and she couldn’t seem to control her tail. Worse was that she was having a hard time balancing herself on two hooves. One thing she did notice is that she was still short. Her five-foot frame had grown a little, but she was still shorter than her mother or Carol. She tried not to think about the feeling between her legs, particularly since her bovine body seemed to scream ‘breed me’. She suspected she had quite a bit more to explore when she had some private time.
Her mother hugged her, distracting her from the naughtier of her thoughts. “Oh, I’m so happy for you!”
“Thanks mom.” She replied, genuinely feeling happy.
Carol smiled, well, she seemed to. It was always hard to tell with the were-raven. “Welcome to the family child. Shall we introduce you? Hmm?”
“We would be honored,” Alita intoned, and it suddenly occurred to Yesenia that she was going to be welcomed by the head of the clan as her patron, not just her family. Carol stopped away, giving all three of them a moment to remove their now ill-fitting dresses. There was no need of human modesty here.
It was hard to carry a staff for a raven, but she always managed to do so with great dignity. She went forward to the center of the firelight. Most of the others were there, and though the foxes and wolves dominated the circle many other faces could be seen by firelight. In the shadows of the fire the Raven Woman stood a mysterious shadow, powerful like a portent from the gods. The sharp crack of the staff upon a large flat rock silenced the noise about the fire almost instantly, even rousing the great bear to look up. A buxom squirrel woman popped up under his chin.
“Tonight, my clan, we welcome another to our gathering. We have been blessed by the moon this night, and welcome our dearly awaited member Yesenia to her place in the dance.”
Slowly, tail swishing, the recently christened were-cow took her place in front of the stoic raven woman.
“Yesenia, we welcome you, blessed by the moon, and gifted with our legacy. Dance with us now, and celebrate your life with us all.”
Cheers broke out, as wolves howled, foxes, yipped, and the giant bear she knew as Uncle Brian, let out a bellowing roar. She stood in awe of being finally part of her family in a way that she’d only dreamed of.
“I told you,” a soft, wheezing voice said, “no matter what. I am always proud of you.”
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It was that time of year again. The company holiday celebration. I didn't really want to go. I would have skipped it altogether if not for Melanie.
Melanie was the new girl in the purchasing department where we both worked and she had all but begged me to take her to the party. She hadn't been with the company very long and she was new in town so she didn't know very many people. Even so, I was surprised when she said she couldn't find anyone else to take her to the company bash. I had a hard time believing her; and with good reason.
Melanie was more than just a cute girl. She was way beyond that. Yes, she was beautiful, but she had a sensual air about her that made it difficult not to notice her every move. I had admired her since her very first day, and who wouldn't? She was about five two and had shoulder length blond hair and green eyes. She often wore tight sweaters and slacks that showed off her curves, or suits with short skirts that really emphasized her beautiful legs. I'm a sucker for a woman in a business suit and Melanie got my motor running every time she walked by.
But I had been too shy to ask her out. With her looks I was pretty sure she could have anyone she wanted. I didn't want to face the rejection. So I was blown away when she asked me to escort her. Fortunately I recovered from the shock before she noticed me acting like a star struck schoolboy and accepted.
I had always disliked going to these company events. They were incredibly dull. And some people always drank too much and started behaving in ways that made me embarrassed for them. Especially the upper level managers and executives. It kind of dashed the image of a great leader when you saw your boss all liquored up and attempting dance moves he couldn't do even if he were sober.
By the afternoon of the party I was so nervous that I changed clothes three times before deciding what to wear. I really wanted to make a good impression. Finally settling on a dark gray suit, white shirt, and a maroon tie, I ended up being ready with an hour left to kill. Sitting and watching TV only made me more fidgety so I got in the car and drove around Melanie's neighborhood until it was time to pick her up.
On my way from my car to her apartment I formulated a plan for what I was going to say when Melanie answered the door. I have this fear of opening my mouth and sounding like a complete dork. I found myself meandering up the sidewalk as I tried out different lines in my head, hoping that somehow they would come out sounding natural and unrehearsed.
My anxiety peaked when I reached the apartment door. I paused, took a deep breath, and told myself that once I got through the next few minutes the rest of the night would be easy. When the door opened the vision standing in the doorway left me stunned.
Melanie looked good in everyday office attire. She was an absolute knockout in evening wear. She was wearing a black dress that clung to her body and yet shimmered when she moved. The gown featured a plunging neckline and a slit way up the side. Around her neck was a gold chain with a tassel pendant that hung provocatively between her breasts. Diamond earrings finished off the gorgeous sight standing before me.
She was so entrancing I instantly forgot all that I had planned to say. All I managed to gasp was an awed, "Wow."
Terror rippled through my body and my throat went dry. Then Melanie smiled and I realized that I'd said the perfect thing. "Thanks Brad," she replied with a coy twist of her head, "I'll take that as a compliment. You're looking pretty sharp yourself! You should dress up more often."
On the way to the party Melanie and I chatted in the car, mostly about work. I'd been sure she was way out of my league and had been reluctant to engage her in conversation much at the office, fearing the embarrassment of being shot down on the spot. As it turned out, she was funny and engaging and easy to talk to. I kicked myself for having been so timid. I steered the conversation away from work to find out more about this woman.
"So how do you like Portland so far?" I asked Melanie.
"Rains a lot here," she answered.
"Oh, you just got here during the rainy season."
"Oh yeah, when is that?"
"October through June."
"That's nine months!"
"Yeah, but it's really nice here the rest of the time."
Melanie chuckled, "Wonderful. At least I have something to look forward to."
"Besides," I pointed out as we crossed the river on the Marquam Bridge, "It's not raining today. It's so clear that you can see two mountains. "
Melanie glanced through the windshield and then out her passenger window at the river.
"Is this the Columbia?"
I started to laugh and then caught myself and faked a cough instead. I pounded my chest for effect. "This is the Willamette. The Columbia is bigger and to the north, at the border with Washington."
Melanie looked out the windshield again. "Two mountains? I only see one."
"That's Mount Hood you're seeing ahead of us. Look out here," I said pointing, "To the left. That's Mount Saint Helens."
"The one that blew up? Cool. I didn't realize it was so close. Can we go there sometime?"
We? My eyes blinked as I tried to confirm she had really said that word. I tongued my lips once and swallowed before shifting my gaze right. "Sure. I'd love to. How about spring when it's a little warmer?"
Melanie's eyes shifted from the mountain to me. A wide smile graced her face. "That would be great."
We reached the east side of the river, making the sweeping left turn as we came down off the bridge.
"Have you seen much of anything else in the city?" I asked.
"Not really. It's much bigger than Ferndale. I get lost here sometimes. And it's not much fun exploring new places without someone to show me around."
My heart skipped a beat as I realized for the second time in as many minutes that Melanie might be more interested in seeing me than for just the company party. "Ferndale," I began, trying to remain calm, "That's in California?"
"Yes."
"Where is it exactly?"
"A few hundred miles north of San Francisco. I'm not surprised if you've never heard of it. There's maybe a couple thousand people there at most. It's just a little village, really. Everyone knows everyone else. Our big claim to fame is that part of the movie 'The Majestic' was filmed there."
"Oh yeah, I remember that movie. Didn't do too great at the box office but I rented the video. Jim Carrey, right?"
"That's the one. It really wasn't a bad movie," said Melanie.
"No," I agreed. "I thought it was OK."
I paused, expecting some reply, but none came.
"So," I started, "this is a big change from where you grew up?"
Melanie nodded. "Yeah."
"What brought you to here?" I asked, "Just the job, or was there something else?"
"The job was part of it," Melanie answered, "but mostly I felt like I needed to get a fresh start. It really didn't matter much where I went as long as it was different from home."
"You needed new surroundings to help you break away from old memories?"
"Yeah, kinda like that. There's some things I wanted to change about myself and some people I didn't want to be around anymore. Nothing ever changes in Ferndale."
"Is that working out?"
"I think so."
"How so?" I prompted.
Melanie shrugged. "I was pretty passive about everything before, not taking charge of things in my own life and stuff. I've gotten a lot better about that since coming here."
I opened my mouth to reply, but Melanie continued, "I like not having to answer to anyone else. It is kinda lonely though. One of the things I needed to get away from was my former boyfriend, but I miss having a man in my life sometimes."
"What happened with the boyfriend?" I wondered aloud.
Melanie shook her head - more like a tremble, really. "I'm not real comfortable in discussing that with just anyone right now, if you don't mind."
"Uh, yeah," I muttered, striving for damage control. "I understand."
I was curious about what might have happened to her back in Ferndale, but decided this was no time to pry. I reminded myself that the reason we'd gotten together tonight was for the company party, so I changed the subject.
"A few years ago, we had our holiday party at the Pittock Mansion. It's a big old historical house up in the hills overlooking the city. Originally built by the publisher of the Oregonian newspaper."
"Oh wow, it's really a mansion? I'll bet that was neat."
"Yeah," I said. "It's a beautiful place, but a little hard to get to. They moved the party to hotels in the city as our company grew and we needed more space. This place we're going to is still nice, but it doesn't have that historical charm."
Melanie's gaze returned to the prominent mountain visible above Portland's skyline.
"Could Mount Hood ever explode?" she asked. "You know, like St. Helen's."
"Not likely, it's been dormant for a very long time."
"Dormant?" Melanie tilted her head as continued to peering through the windshield at the snow capped peak. "Like asleep?"
"Something like that, I suppose."
"So it could wake up at any moment, right?"
"Technically, I guess that's right."
The most demure of smiles graced Melanie's face. "Yeah, I could see how it might."
She didn't say another word, just kept glancing at the volcano and smiling until I pulled into the hotel parking lot and found a spot.
"Thanks for bringing me Brad," said Melanie as I extended my hand to help her out of the car, "I've been looking forward to this night since you said you'd take me."
"Me too. Let's go have a good time."
My throat flexed as my words reached my ears. I was sure they sounded as stiff as I felt, but Melanie didn't seem to notice. We walked into the hotel and followed signs to the ballroom. I helped my companion off with her coat, shed my own, and handed them to the coat check attendant.
As we entered the ballroom I felt the sense of dismay intensify within me. The decorations were the same as the last few years, the same people were checking guests in as they arrived, even the centerpieces on the tables were identical to last year. This was going to be an exact repeat of all the other mind-numbing company parties I'd been to. As I silently escorted Melanie to our table I tried to remind myself that being there with her would make it bearable. That helped just a little.
Melanie knew most of the people at our table and I introduced her to the rest. We all exchanged the kind of polite, pseudo-friendly greetings that occur between people who know they will see each other again only rarely, if at all.
I glanced at Melanie, hoping that my distaste with the whole event wasn't rubbing off on her. My concern vanished as our eyes met and she smiled. I found myself smiling back before I even realized it.
Melanie edged her head slightly to one side. "Hey Brad, how about getting me a drink?"
"Sure," I replied, glancing towards the bar, "What will it be?"
Melanie wrinkled her nose and then said, "Surprise me," giving me a wink.
"You got it," I replied with a grin. "Be right back."
The smile left my face as I turned away from Melanie and headed towards the bar. I had no idea what she liked. I guess I had my head down as I was pondering the choices because I nearly collided with my boss.
"Brad my boy!" exclaimed the old man, clapping me on the back. I winced. Not the guy I really wanted to talk to right now.
"Been meaning to speak to you about your idea of renegotiating prices with some of our vendors," he continued. In spite of the early hour, the scent of alcohol was heavy in his breath.
I tried to be polite while he rambled on. I wasn't really listening, but it didn't matter, I doubted that he'd remember this conversation by Monday anyway.
I could see Melanie from across the room and glanced her way as often as I dared. She seemed to have become involved in a conversation with the wife of one of the sales reps. I hoped Melanie was interested enough in her conversation that she wasn't wondering where the hell I was with her drink.
My boss spied another employee passing by and started talking to her. I took the opportunity to escape and resumed my journey to the bar.
"Good evening, sir. What can I get for you?" asked the bartender.
"Don't know exactly," I answered, scratching my ear.
"It's a full bar, I can make just about anything you want."
"Yeah," I said, "but my date asked me to surprise her and I have no clue about what she likes."
"How 'bout a daiquiri?"
"You think that's a safe choice?"
"You bet," he replied. "Lots of ladies order those."
"Hmm," I mused aloud, drumming my fingers on the bar. "OK, why not? Fix her a strawberry daiquiri and I'll take a lemon drop martini."
When I finally returned, Melanie was standing alone next to the table. She smiled widely as I approached with the drinks.
"Well what did you get? Is that a lemon drop? It is! I love these things!" She took the martini from my hand.
I raised the daiquiri in a toast. "To a festive evening and good company."
Melanie kinked her head as she touched her glass to mine. "To great company," she said quietly.
"Yes, I'm enjoying your company a lot, Melanie. Are you having a good time so far?"
"Oh yes. I got to meet some new people already, so that's good for me."
"Oh yeah, there was Louise and her husband Jim, and Francine Adams was at our table," I noted. "Nice people."
"Hmmm Louise and Jim are nice, but that Francine is quite a character!"
I dropped my brow. "I don't know her that well. I just see her at company functions like this. I didn't see her husband Peter here tonight. Guess he's traveling. His job in sales keeps him on the road a lot."
"Well you wouldn't believe what Francine told me!" Melanie said. She glanced around before continuing, and lowered her voice. "I think she's been drinking for a while tonight, maybe this afternoon too. But guess what she does when her husband is out of town?"
"What?"
"Wild stuff," replied Melanie, she put her hand on my arm, "With men."
"Oh yeah?" I said, "There's been rumors about Peter having affairs that I've been hearing for months, but I didn't know about Francine."
Melanie's eyes sparkled and her mouth broke into a sly grin. "Well," she began, "apparently Francine isn't all that happy with Peter and she suspects that he's been having affairs. I guess she's heard the rumors too. Anyway, she decided that she shouldn't just be a hermit all the time when he's away. So she started going out to some bars alone and the men just flocked to her."
"She certainly has the looks," I noted.
Melanie shot me a cut-eyed glance that told me she didn't appreciate my observation. Whether it was jealousy or annoyance with my male attitude, I couldn't tell.
"So," Melanie continued, "I guess she was in a bar one night, chatting with some guys, when a young black man approached her and asked her to dance. Francine took one look at him and said yes. She said he was gorgeous.
"While they were dancing, this guy maneuvered them to a dark corner and had his hands all over Francine and she let him touch her ass and her breasts. At one point he had his knee between Francine's legs and she was actually humping him right there on the dance floor! She was getting hot and when she reached to touch him through his pants she knew this was a guy she was going to take home with her."
I finished my drink with one gulp. "Wow! And?"
"That's the part that blew me away," said Melanie, "Apparently Francine stood right there on the dance floor and asked this guy if she could take him home and fuck his brains out!"
"Really?"
"Sorry for being so crude, but that's what she said."
"It's OK," I said, seeing the concern on her face. "What happened next?"
"Let's find somewhere a little more private. I don't want anyone to overhear."
"Come with me." I put my arm around Melanie's waist and guided her towards a set of double doors leading to a terrace.
We could see our breath outside, but there was no one out there. I faced the doors so I could see if anyone was coming. Melanie shivered a little and moved closer to me.
"Tell me more," I said.
"She takes this guy out to the parking lot. When she gets to her car, she unzips him and pulls out his cock. She said it was huge. Francine gave him a few sucks and then tucked him back in his pants and told him to follow her home in his car. Can you imagine?"
"Sounds like she really knew what she wanted."
"Oh, yeah. I think you could say that," said Melanie. She slipped her hand inside my jacket and put it on my chest. "You ever done anything like that in a public place, Brad?"
"Uh, no."
"According to Francine, when she let the man into her house she didn't even wait to get to the bedroom. She started stripping him halfway up the stairs and took that big black cock in her mouth, standing a couple steps below him."
Melanie moved close to me. The scent of her perfume was intoxicating. She stood with her leg touching mine. As she leaned into me her right hand moved to her left breast. I watched as she cupped her breast and briefly pinched herself through her dress. When my gaze returned to her face Melanie was smiling at me.
"Francine sucked and pumped him until he yelled and came in her mouth. She swallowed what she could and the rest dribbled down her chin." Melanie paused licked her lips. "So, you ever done anything like that in a private place?"
Unable to speak, I shook my head.
She moved closer and positioned herself so that my knee was between her legs. I couldn't believe it when she started grinding into me! I looked through the terrace doors. There were people mingling and walking past, but no one was headed our way. It was getting warm under my suit and my hardening cock was uncomfortably cramped.
I looked back to Melanie. She had her eyes closed. Her hand reached down and stroked my cock through my pants. Her fingers slid up and down the length of my very stiff member. "Francine said it was one of the most exciting and erotic experiences of her entire life."
I didn't know what to say, but I sure knew what I wanted to do! The trouble was, we were in the midst of the company party! I leaned down and brushed my lips against hers. She leaned into my overture. Her lips parted and I gave her a slow passionate kiss. Our tongues entwined as they explored each other's mouths. I put my arms around Melanie and embraced her as we continued to kiss. The tip of her nose was cold where it touched my face.
Our bodies were pressed together and Melanie put her arms around my back. I could feel the heat of her body contrasting with the cold of the season.
I moved my hand and cupped Melanie's ass. She responded with a moan while still probing my mouth with her hot tongue. Then she reached behind her, grabbed my other hand and guided it under her dress.
Her panties were soaked. They were wet and slippery. For a moment I just stood with my hand there in disbelief, feeling her heat and wetness. Then I began rubbing her through the material, parting her pussy lips as I slid two fingers up and down. Melanie took a small step to the side, parting her legs slightly more. I used my whole hand to massage her. Then Melanie leaned forward to whisper in my ear.
"Put your fingers inside me."
Melanie, her eyes still closed, moaned quietly and moved against my palm. I slipped my fingers inside her panties and slowly slid in and out of her eager pussy, or rather; she moved her pussy onto my fingers and rocked back and forth. With my other hand I could feel her butt tighten and relax as she moved against my hand.
From the party, I was pretty sure no one could tell what was going on, but if someone stepped onto the terrace it would be pretty obvious. I didn't want to have to stop.
"Melanie," I whispered in her ear, "We've got to get away from here before we get caught!"
"Brad, I don't care. Do me here!"
"Over there," I insisted. Guiding her away from the open doorway, I found a dark corner next to a low wall.
As soon as we stopped, Melanie began unzipping me, freeing my engorged cock from the confinement of my pants. It was exposed to the cold air but a moment before being covered by her warm hand. Her fingernails brushed the underside of my balls as she wrapped her fingers around me. She tugged on my swollen cock and then encircled it with her thumb and forefinger to stroke it downwards towards the base.
A few minutes of her expert massage and I could already feel the tension building inside of me. Melanie held my balls with one hand while she smeared the precum around my cock head with her other palm, then she began to slide it up and down my shaft, an act that made me even more sensitive. I shuddered, and not from the cold.
As if she knew what that shudder meant, Melanie knelt on the ground and took my cock in her mouth. She sucked on me and ran her tongue along the underside and kissed my balls. The smoothness of her tongue and the wetness of her mouth made my cock throb even more. She got most of me in her mouth and when she pulled back she swirled her tongue around the head of my cock, making slurping sounds as she descended once again. That sight of her doing that, and the sound, nearly sent me over the edge right there.
We could still hear the voices of our co-workers at the holiday party as they celebrated the season just a few yards away. The strolling carolers had arrived and strains of "Deck the Halls" were discernable over the general murmur of conversations. The party sounds were practically drowned out by the wet slurping noises coming from Melanie's mouth.
I was getting close to decking the back of Melanie's throat when she stood up, reached under her black dress, looked directly at me, and tugged her panties off. Then she hiked up the dress and hopped on the wall. She spread her legs and looked at me. "My turn, lover."
I stepped forward and brought my lips to Melanie's ear even as I slid a finger to her pussy and began to pet her. "They might be able to hear us in the ballroom. We'll have to be quiet."
"Oh shit!" whispered Melanie back, "I'm kind of a moaner. This is going to be hard. But you've got to eat me now or I'll scream."
I leaned down and put my mouth on Melanie's pussy, tasting her for the first time. She was soaking wet and I began lapping up her juices. I licked her sweet pussy all over, sliding up and down one side and then the other. The smoothness of her skin met the wetness of my tongue and I started to lick on her clit.
She pushed down on my head and whispered, "Lower."
I left her clit behind and instead probed my tongue as deeply as I could reach.
"Mmm", Melanie moaned, "That's perfect."
I licked faster, probing my tongue into Melanie. She shifted her weight slightly allowing me more complete access to her soft, wet pussy. She continued to make moaning sounds and I hoped she was quiet enough not to be heard across the terrace.
"Oh yes," she whispered, "Right there, but slower".
With one hand on each of her thighs I probed her with my tongue. Melanie shuddered. She grabbed my head with both her hands and pulled me closer. My face was now buried between her thighs. My tongue slowly traveled up one side of her crease and down the other. I was concentrating on providing Melanie with as much pleasure as I could possibly deliver. I moaned a little too, as the sensation of her wet pussy in my mouth was delightfully intoxicating.
My face became wet with her juices as I varied my movements, using the tip of my tongue to slide into her and then its entire width to massage her pussy lips. Melanie's responses to my enthusiastic tonguing made me even more excited and I slid two fingers into her as I continued lick and suck.
The delicate folds of Melanie's pussy yielded to my tongue. She spread her legs wider and I made my tongue go flat and stroked the width of her opening with slow, deliberate movements. She pressed against me and voiced a long low "Ooooooo."
"Now," she demanded in a whisper so soft it was little more than a breath. "Higher. You know where."
I didn't know exactly, but I had a good guess. Spreading my tongue wide, I drew it upward from her entry along her smooth valley in the slowest of licks, waiting for her response.
It came in a moment, or maybe she did. Her body jerked, a single spasm as if she had been shocked. "Yes," she moaned. "There. Right there. Lick it! Suck it! Oh, God, whatever you do don't stop."
Without the slightest intention of ceasing I started massaging her clit with my tongue, going in a circular motion.
My desire to slide into the pussy that I was seriously licking was escalating. Each of Melanie's moans and squirms elicited a throbbing response from my cock. I tried to ignore the messages that my erect member screamed into my brain as I continued to concentrate solely on bringing her over the edge.
"Oh, oh, oh," I heard Melanie panting. The grip on the back of my head tightened. My cock was now so stiff that I thought it would burst.
"Fuck me."
So focused was I on trying to ignore my own needs that my tongue continued its now rapid fluttering on Melanie's engorged clit while my fingers stroked the interior of her dripping passage. It took a couple of seconds to register before I froze. Withdrawing my face from her heaving pussy I looked up, seeking confirmation that my ears had heard Melanie's words and not the begging of my cock. The confirmation was immediate.
"Brad! Get up here and fuck me! Now!"
I stood up and looked at her. Never in a million years would I have dreamt that I would be standing before such a goddess, with my cock at full attention, as she gazed at me with such lust in her eyes. I rose until our faces were level and began rubbing the head of my cock on her entryway, mixing our juices on our flesh, preparing her for my entry. It wasn't necessary. Melanie was beyond ready. She reached down and guided my throbbing member into her waiting pussy. Sitting on the wall, she was just the right height.
"Oh fuck!" whispered Melanie, "That's so good. Go slow. I want to feel you."
She leaned back a little and I slid all the way into her. I put my hands on the top of the wall and used my arms to pull me forward and into the depths of Melanie's pussy. As I increased the pace of my strokes, my concern over anything else going on at the party evaporated.
Melanie leaned forward and put her arms around my neck, rocking back and forth to match my rhythm. She was breathing hard now, and a sheen of moisture covered her face, despite the chill in the December air.
By now, I was breathing harder too. Melanie's tightening grip around my neck told me that she was into this as much as I was. She buried her face in my shoulder to muffle the moans and sighs that were involuntarily coming from her now.
I was slamming my cock into her. I knew how much she wanted it and with each thrust I could feel both of our excitement levels heighten. As the length of my strokes increased the head of my cock fairly jumped as I withdrew and I parted her glistening pussy lips over and over again and re-entered her.
I plunged more forcefully. I was still aware that anyone coming out onto the terrace from the party would catch us red handed, but by now I didn't care. Melanie wriggled on the stone wall, placing both hands down on the stones and raising her hips to meet my thrusts. I felt the walls of her pussy contract around my cock, spasmming and squeezing. The heat rose within me and I knew I'd be coming in seconds. Melanie's body stiffened and she seemed to just explode as she thrust herself onto me. She grabbed me around the neck and screamed into my shoulder.
My jacket and my body kept the scream from being heard. Until Melanie lifted her head, gulped air, and let out another one.
The buzz of conversation in the banquet room suddenly stopped.
"Oh shit! Melanie! Run!"
I lifted her down from the wall and we took off running along the terrace in the opposite direction from the party. I grabbed Melanie's wrist with one hand and used the other to hold up my pants.
"My panties!" panted Melanie. "They're on the ground back by the wall!"
"Leave them. We can't go back that way now."
We kept moving down the terrace, trying doors to get back into the hotel with no luck. Everything was locked. Standing outside the last door at the corner of the building, with no where to go but back the way we came, we stood there panting and looked at each other.
I looked around the corner of the building. Nothing there but a row of garbage dumpsters and a tall fence.
"Now what?" asked Melanie.
"I guess wait until things calm down. Maybe we just go back and try to slip into the party without being noticed."
I started to move but Melanie's hand on my forearm stopped me in my tracks. Her eyes were wide as they locked onto mine. "Brad," she said began in a soft tone, one more suited for church than for an after-sex conversation, "That was wonderful. I have never felt things like that before. I didn't know it could be so good. After..." Her voice faltered, her gaze dropping to the ground.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"I was being kinda bossy to you back there. That's not like me."
"But you weren't."
"I was!"
"No. I was as turned on as you were!"
"I know. You're a sweet guy but... well, there are some things I didn't tell you about my past."
"Like what?"
Melanie took my hands in hers. She focused her eyes on our hands, not looking directly at me.
"Well, my boyfriend back in Ferndale? I was madly in love with him and I thought he felt the same for me. He was my first, you know? He told me he loved me. I had this vision of getting married and having a wonderful life. When your heart feels like it's on fire with every breath, it's easy to not see things clearly. Looking back now, I can see he was really cleaver about not actually making commitments.
"It turned out that he was not honest with me about his feelings. He was a really controlling guy. He was playing on my emotions to get sex and I fell for it. And the sex was entirely about his pleasure. He didn't care much about what I felt as long as he got what he wanted.
"Something inside of me wanted to believe that there might still be a chance, that I was wrong about him and that he really did love me as much as I loved him. But I think I was just being shallow. He was handsome, but that was all. I guess I just couldn't see beyond that. I was afraid of what he would do if I stopped being so submissive to his advances," Melanie paused, looking up into my eyes. There were path of tears on her face, glistened silvery in the moonlight.
"But I was more afraid of losing that ideal life that I had seen for myself so clearly. It was so real to me, you know? I had my whole future planned out and it all hinged on being with this man. One man. I was so stupid!"
I pulled her to me and held her. "You weren't stupid," I insisted, running my fingers through her hair, "Just in love."
"Same damn thing! When I finally wised up, I figured the only safe way out was to leave. I knew that if I stayed I wouldn't be strong enough and would just keep going back, giving him another chance. That's how I ended up in Portland." Melanie paused to sniffle, then brought her head to my shoulder. "I didn't mean to take advantage of you tonight. If you hate me, I can't blame you."
I lifted her chin up so she was looking at me, wondering how someone so beautiful could be so insecure. "I don't hate you." I paused. I wasn't sure at all what I did feel. Things had moved pretty fast. She was beautiful, but she was more than that. Much more. There was a real person beneath that glowing facade. "How could I hate you?"
She broke eye contact for a moment and then looked back to me. "I still feel like I took advantage of you. If we'd been caught you could have gotten fired."
I smiled as I brushed away a single tear rolling down Melanie's cheek. "They would have fired us both. But you were worth the risk."
Melanie's head found my shoulder and she started to cry. I stroked her hair and just held her. I didn't know exactly why she was crying, but I was pretty sure it wasn't me. I thought it would be wise to just be quiet and comfort her as best as I could. She would tell me about it when she wanted to. She shivered a couple of times and I just held her tighter.
I don't know how long we were out there in the crisp winter air, but we would have probably stayed longer if not for the sound of the doorknob rattling.
My eyes flew to the door. Melanie lifted her head and looked as well.
Bam! The door flew open, banging against the side of the building. We both jumped.
A young man carrying trash bags stepped out. He turned the corner and headed for the dumpsters.
"C'mon!" I said clutching Melanie and rushing to the door. We hurried down a narrow hallway that eventually connected to an interior corridor. I wasn't sure which way to go. Then we heard, and followed the sounds of the Santana song "Satellite". Looking at each other and smiling, we walked right in. No one seemed to notice.
The band was playing, and people were salsa dancing. Melanie took my hand and led me to the dance floor.
"Whew, that was close," she whispered. She moved to stand directly in front of me, brushing my crotch with her leg as she did. We started dancing. We were holding each other close, swaying to the music. The heat of her body and her sensuous movements as we danced reminded me of Francine's encounter in the nightclub.
"Wow! I can't believe we did that out there," I told her, "And who would have thought that Francine was so loose? She's never come off that way in public when I've been around her."
Melanie leaned forward so her lips were touching my ear. "Brad, I have another confession to make," whispered Melanie.
"What's that?" I asked.
"The story about Francine and the black man? I made it up. Well, not all of it, but most of it," she said, "Actually almost all of it. "
"It wasn't true? But why..."
"I've been attracted to you since we first met at the office. I think it was your smile and the way I saw you interacting with everyone else in the department. You projected a sense of confidence, but not in an arrogant or demanding way. I like that. But you weren't making any moves. I couldn't think of a better way to find out if you were interested in me the same way."
"Yeah, I was," I answered, "I guess I was too shy to do anything about it."
"You don't have to be shy anymore. Not with me." Melanie put both her hands behind my head and gave me a brief but sensuous kiss. "Do I need to be shy with you?"
I shook my head. "No."
"Good, " she whispered, looking into my eyes, "Brad, I think you've awakened something in me that's been sleeping within me for a long time, kind of like that volcano."
"Yeah?"
"Oh yeah. I feel like I'm ready to," Melanie paused. Then she whispered, "Blow."
That single syllable rolled through the air to meet me. My body shuddered as I absorbed her meaning. "Believe me," I responded as my cock twitched, "I know what you mean."
"Do you remember the part in Francine's story, about the stairs?"
I nodded. "What about it?"
Melanie's eyes had that same sparkle I'd seen earlier. She ran her tongue across the length of her lips. "I've got stairs at my place if you've had enough of this party."
I looked at her and smiled. "I'll get the coats." | Dormant to Daring | [
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*My stories are copyrighted, so NO takee! I have to admit I got this idea from a great work of art of a confused looking rabbit girl stepping through a mirror. *
Through the Mirror
By William W. Kelso
*Alice couldn't believe this was happening to her, but the strange creature fucking her was so very real, and it felt so good!! But even as she moaned in pleasure something told her she had to get out of this place, the sooner the better; or she would be stuck there...forever. Her 'lover' suddenly sped up his thrusts, giving a high pitched squeaking squeal of pleasure as he came, and she gave a sobbing groan of her own from the incredible pleasure as another massive orgasm exploded in her ravaged sex, and that strange tingling warmth that felt so good rippled over her body again for a few seconds before fading with her orgasm. As he pulled out of her she tried to sit up, but another of the strange animal creatures grabbed her wrists and held her while another started to nibble and lick her rigid nipples, while yet another straddled her and prepared to mount her, and she gasped,*
"No, no, please, no more! I...I can't! I-I...uGGHHHH!!" And gasping, she arched herself as another strangely shaped penis slid into her quivering pussy, oh God it felt sooo gooood! "UGHHH!! P-Please...ugghhh, d-don't...!!"
As the beast serviced her she could see others waiting their turn; how many had it been now?? She'd lost count. And behind them she could see a large fancy mirror in the corner, identical to the one in her own room, wherever that might be now. She had no doubt where she was now as nowhere near her house, or any other place she knew. With a sob she wrapped her legs around her partner's slim furry waist as he began thrusting faster, running her fingers through his soft fur and clutching at him in unwanted pleasure as she stared at his inhuman face; his eyes closed in obvious passion as he fucked her, his mouth slightly open revealing short square buckteeth as he panted and squealed in pleasure. He had a short well developed muzzle, black nose with whiskers that twitched as he gasped in pleasure, and long furry ears. In short he looked like a rabbit, a partially human rabbit! He had dark grey and white fur, and some of the others who had serviced her were different colors such as spotted white or even solid black. And what they were doing to her, it was unbelievable, the sexual pleasure more intense than anything she'd ever thought possible, and despite the numerous males who had 'raped' her there was no pain, only the ever increasing pleasure. She closed her own eyes, moaning as she felt yet another orgasm building in her sensitive clenching sex.
Her mother had bought the fancy old mirror at a rummage sale; getting it for next to nothing, and had dragged it home and given it to Angie for her seventeenth birthday. For once she hadn't been disappointed by the present, and the large rectangular fancy old mirror looked great in the corner of her room. Since she didn't like the color of the frame; it had been repainted a horrible brown color at some point, she decided to refinish it. One weekend when she had the time she decided to strip off the horrible brown paint, and as she started she'd been delighted to discover the original 'ivory' white and gold detailing intact, and had carefully removed the rest of the covering paint. It came off easily, and she was pleased she wouldn't have to repaint or stain the frame after all. One thing that she did notice as she removed the brown paint was some strange small symbols carved into the fancy gilded designs; they had been totally covered by the old paint, and they looked like a combination of Latin and Chinese characters. Weird, maybe it was made in China like everything else nowadays, she thought. She quickly forgot about the strange markings, finished polishing the frame and mirror, and was delighted with the results.
Later that evening as she got out of the shower she posed in front of the mirror still in the nude, examining her ripening body. She had decent sized tits with nice pink aureoles and nipples, was slim and fit from working out and track; and had a nice thatch of pubic hair. Not too shabby, she thought, but she hoped her tits would get a little larger, at least a C cup. Turning around slowly she inspected her back, and was pleased by her nice tight butt. No fat ass here! As she turned away and got ready for bed she didn't see the characters on the mirror flash briefly, and then fade. It wasn't time yet, but soon.
She clutched at the beast as he lunged into her a final time with a loud squeal of release; burying his muzzle in her hair, and as she felt his cum spurt inside her the pleasure of her own orgasm was almost unbearable as it exploded in her sex, and as he pulled out she didn't even have time to protest before another took his place, two others holding her wrists to make sure she 'cooperated'. This one was another rabbit man; as they all had been, the only real difference was his fur was dark brown with tan on his chest and belly. She had a glimpse of his strange penis as she raised her head and he lowered himself onto; and into, her, then threw her head back and gasped as he penetrated her slick well lubed pussy. It was not a human penis, it was an animals. Long and thick with no real glans, just a pointed tip, and now it was deep inside of her as he began thrusting rapidly, making short grunts of pleasure.
"UGGHHH, OH-OH-P-PLEASE, STOOPPPP!" She sobbed, but the aroused beast ignored her pleas.*
Three days later Alice was getting ready for bed again, having just finished taking a hot shower, and when she came out of the bathroom all nice and squeaky clean the rising full moon was shining in her window. She loved it when it did that, and paused to admire how the soft white light highlighted her nude body in valleys of silver moonlight and shadow, her body almost seeming to glow. I am HOT, she thought. She liked to sleep in the buff, and as she started to walk over to the bed she suddenly saw the moonlight reflected in the large mirror suddenly seem to shimmer, ripple, like the surface of still water or mercury. Intrigued, she moved closer, but the strange effect wasn't repeated. As she turned and examined herself in her moonlight lit reflection in the mirror the strange effect suddenly came again, ripples running across the silver surface of the mirror, and with a smile she reached out and touched the mirror, and a second later was...somewhere else.
Alice involuntarily arched herself, giving a guttural groan of pleasure as her heels spasmed and kicked the back of the rabbit man fucking her as he came with a barking like squeal, and she felt another massive orgasm rack her own body. As he pulled out she lay gasping, panting as the pleasure faded, and when her ankles were suddenly gripped and she was pulled to the edge of the large fancy bed she was lying on she caught a glimpse of the mirror in the corner again, the one identical to the one in her room, the surface rippling like water in the glow of another full moon. The rabbit man gripping her ankles smiled at her, then she was flipped over onto her stomach with her rump hanging off the edge of the bed, and as she felt his hands grip her around the waste; his intent obvious, she yelled,
"N-NOOO, NOT AGAIN!! P-PLEASE!" The only response was her next sexual partner just leaned forward as he mounted her, and gently stroked the side of her face, chuffing in pleasure as he started fucking her. "OH-UGH-AAAAHHHH!!" She sobbed, and as he fucked her he chrred in her ear, his warm breath tickling the back of her neck.
Alice had felt a moment of disorientation, then suddenly found herself standing in a room that most definitely wasn't hers. It looked like it was carved out of wood, the walls, floor, and ceiling blending together with no noticeable seams or joining. Directly in front of her against one wall of the strange room was a large round bed piled with fancy soft looking pillows. Other than a chest of drawers and a couple of odd round doors there were no other furnishings. And she wasn't alone. At first she though the figures on the bed were people, then people in costumes, then she didn't know what to think. There were four of them, one obviously female, and the three servicing her obviously male. The female was lying on top of one of the males, and the other two were thrusting into her from both ends. And they were covered in fur, had muzzles, big long ears, and had frozen in obvious surprise as soon as they saw her. Then the three males had hopped; literally, off the bed and approached her in obvious delight at seeing her, and at the sight of their still rigid inhuman penises the jutted from furry sheaths she suddenly became very much aware of her own nudity. She was still too stunned by what had happened to do anything other than whimper as they gently took her by the arms and pulled her towards the bed. As they approached the female jumped off the bed and ran out one of the doors. Starting to recover from her shock Alice finally began to struggle.
"W-What the fuck is going on! She squealed, writhing and trying to pull her arms free, but the grips; though gentle, were also very strong. "Damn you, let me go!! MOOMMM!" But there was no response to her cry, and it seemed to amuse the strange beasts as they made little squealing sounds of obvious laughter.
The two strange bunny people holding her had looked at one another, ears flicking, and chittered something incomprehensible to one another, while the third had gotten back up on the bed and was...getting ready for her, his intentions obvious from the way he was fondling his large furry balls and looking at her with his wet beady eyes, his horribly alien penis rampant, a large bead of pre glistening on the dark red tip.
"NO!!" Alice shrieked as she was thrown down on the bed, the two holding her down while the third climbed on top of her. Oh my God, she realized, he's going to FUCK me! And there was nothing she could do as he did exactly that, his erection sliding between her legs as he penetrated her with a powerful thrust. He grunted and snuffled at her hair as he got comfortable; his long wet tongue licking across her face as she bucked an struggled, found a good angle, and than began thrusting powerfully, grunting in pleasure. As he fucked her the other two snuffled at her and ran their paw like hands over her body, cupping and fondling her breasts, sniffing at her long black hair. And there was something horribly...erotic about it.
As the rabbit man behind her serviced her Alice suddenly felt a hand under her chin, and as her head was lifted the one humping her ran his hands under her, and gripping her breasts pulled her into a more upright position. She found a large wet glistening penis in her face, and as she opened her mouth to protest it was pushed inside before she could react, and she gave a muffled groan as it slid into her mouth and down her throat, and helplessly she began sucking as she tried to get more air.
"MPPPFFFF, UMF-UMF, URGGGMMFF!"
*As the rabbit man behind her kept fucking her with fast steady thrusts she found herself eagerly tonguing the cock in her mouth, the hot slickness of the hard shaft as her lips slid up and down its length strangely enjoyable, and the pleasure left her feeling giddy and not quite lucid as she gave into the ecstasy. With one hand she reached up and gently fondled and squeezed the large hairy balls dangling under her chin, the owner chuffing and squealing in pleasure as he ran his hands through her hair and stroked her ears. And when the cock in her mouth suddenly pulsed and spurted she swallowed the cum, sucking eagerly to get every last sweet drop. And as it was pulled out she unhesitatingly opened her mouth to accept the next one, giving a muffled moan of pleasure as a new shaft slid down her throat. As she started sucking again she just couldn't believe she was doing this so...so enthusiastically! She'd never had any interest in oral sex before at all!!*
As the first of the strange creature had raped her Alice had seen more entering the room through one of the round doors, obviously the female had spread the word. She was appalled by how many males were literally lining up waiting for their turn, and the fewer females were watching with obvious delight as she was gang-banged, chattering back and forth to one another. Then he'd reached his release, and to her shock she'd orgasmed as well, and it was unlike anything she'd ever felt before. She was no virgin and her mother would have been shocked by just how many 'boyfriends' she'd had, but this was totally different. Oh, it wasn't so much the actual orgasm; though it was incredible, it was what came after even as the second male mounted her. It was the wonderful and relaxing warmth and tingling that radiated out from her sex and through her body in slowly growing waves of pleasure, before being renewed and intensified by her next orgasm. And each time the pleasure was more intense, the horrible ecstasy irresistible, as her body responded to the unnatural stimulation as male after male orgasmed and pumped his cum into her overflowing pussy. And as soon as each one had finished, another had taken his place, then another, and that had been...hours ago.
It went on and on, male after male mounting her, finishing, only to replaced by a new eager 'lover'. Alice rested her head on the bed; unless it was buried in a furry stomach as she sucked a cock, and finally noticed the mirror again through a haze of sexual bliss, the moonlight beginning to fade from its rippling surface. The mirror! It was that damn mirror! She knew that beyond any shadow of a doubt now, it was identical in every way to the one in her own room; right down to the weird characters which now glowed brightly, and somehow it had brought her HERE, wherever the Hell here was. So, it if had brought her here, it could take her back! And somehow she knew it had to be done during the full moon; the SAME full moon, if she didn't get back through that mirror she'd be stuck here, and she had no doubt that would mean being a sex slave to the strange rabbit people, or would they just keep fucking her until she died from sexual overstimulation? But as she felt another orgasm building in her throbbing sex she wondered if that might not be so bad, any sex she'd had before could in no way be compared to the sexual ecstasy the rabbit males were giving her; despite having been serviced more times then she could remember there was no pain, no soreness, only the incredible pleasure and ever increasing warm waves of ecstasy spreading through her body. But somehow; just as her most recent lover pulled out of her, she managed to kick backward as hard as she could and felt her foot impact something soft and furry and a loud squealing squeak of agony came from behind her as the next male in line clutched his crotch and fell to the floor, and startled, the others failed to react as she turned and sprinted faster then she'd ever run in her life towards the mirror. A couple females grabbed at her; but she knocked their hands away, and to her surprise she understood what they said!
"Eeekkk, no, don't go! You can't, not now! Eeeeee! You don't understand?! Please sister, don't go! Stay, please stay, if you leave you can never come back! Eee-Eeek! Nooo, don't! S-Sister...!"
*Then she reached the mirror and plunged through it, and sobbing in relief found herself back in her own room. Then, fearing they might come after her, she looked behind her as she finished passing through, and froze in shock as she saw her reflection in the mirror and realized she'd made a horrible mistake. *
What she saw reflected in the mirror was another one of the rabbit people, a young slim female with gray fur, lighter colored on her breasts, all six of them in three pairs, the nipples rigid and sensitive. But she wasn't quite as bestial as the others had been; there were still more human features. The muzzle was blunter, the lips more human instead of black and rubbery, but long whisker sprouted from the sides of the small wet nose. The ears weren't quite as long, and were the same black color as her still long human hair, the fur entirely covering her body was not quite as thick; a softer downy layer on her breasts and stomach. The feet were more animal then human though, they had thick pads with blunt toes with retractable claws, the shape of the feet and ankles hinting at an almost digitigrades stance. And also more animal then human was the fluffy tail at the base of the spine, and the soft pink wet lips of the vagina showing at the base of that cute fluffy tail weren't quite human either, and it was now so far back between her legs it didn't show from the front. But she recognized the green eyes staring back at her, they were her eyes, eyes wide with growing shock and...understanding as realization hit her. That incredible pleasure they'd given her, those waves of sickeningly pleasurable warmth, it had been her changing; a little at a time, as she became one of them!
With a frantic squeal she tried to pass back through the mirror, but the full moon was setting, the characters dull, the magic gone. Scratching at it desperately, she begged,
"Please let me back!! Eee-eeekkk!! I-I didn't understand! Please, I can't stay here like this! Oh please!!"
*Finally, sobbing, she slid down the mirror with a furry cheek pressed against the now hard and cold surface, knowing with horrible certainly that no human male could ever give her the pleasure the rabbit people bucks had, a pleasure she needed desperately, her new sex already throbbing for relief. *
"P-Please..! I-I don't want to be an animal! Eeee-eeeekkk! Please let me come...home!"
The End
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Author's Warning This piece is mature, featuring sexual content (it's on YiffStar, what'd you expect?). So if you're under-aged, or uptight, you might want to skip this and go read something else. You've been warned! Enjoy!
Oi, also a prewarning, this is my second true attempt at erotic, so please, bear with me. I'm still working the kinks out of my style...
Sweet Night -- by Jake Womble
We laughed as we walked into Neon's apartment, returning from our date at that new dance club that just opened up downtown. I sighed, placing my head against his chest, holding onto his arm.
"Oh, Neon, that was so much fun! I haven't danced like that in ages!" I said breathlessly, my eyes closing as we stood.
"Well, I have to admit, it was pretty fun," he said, placing his hands on my shoulders.
"Of course," I said softly. He began to slowly massage my shoulders. "Mmmm..." I moaned, feeling his touch. He gently kissed the back of my head. Of course, I took a hold of his arm, pulling him gently towards his bedroom. "Heh, c'mon, lover boy..." I said, taking him inside, shutting the door behind us. I kissed him gently, before pulling his shirt off. He blushed as I kissed him again, running my hand over his furry chest, slowly walking closer to the bed.
I smiled as I pulled Neon on top of me onto his bed, his deep brown eyes staring into mine from behind his glasses. He blushed bashfully again as he looked down at me, his shyness hiding a brilliant lover and caring soul. I reached around his neck, drawing him down into a kiss, my eyes closing as I felt our lips meet. I felt his soft, warm body lay gently on top of mine. He broke the kiss, as he stared lovingly back at me.
"Kerrin... I love you..." he said, his warm, gentle face melting into my soul.
"Oh, Neon..." I said, running my hand down this back, his brown fur feeling soft and smooth against the palm of my hands, "...I love you." He smiled warmly, the redness still lingering on his cheeks. He kissed me gently on my neck, knowing fully well that I loved that. The pleasure, ever so slight, rippled through my body. I giggled a bit at the kiss. He smiled a slightly devious smile as he slowly kissed my neck again, before slowly licking it, his tongue running smooth. I blushed, moaning slightly. That was a new trick! It felt heavenly. I clutched lightly at his back, as he licked again, another moan escaping my lips. "Oh... oh, Ne!" I found myself saying. He smiled again.
"Heh... You like that?" he asked softly. I nodded, still blushing. He chuckled a little bit.
"Well then, what if I..." he said, sitting me up. He moved behind me, rubbing my shoulders again. Oh, that felt so good! "... did something like this?" he asked, before licking my neck again.
"Ooooohhhh..." I moaned softly.
"Good..." he said softly, before kissing and licking my neck over and over again, each lick and kiss feeling better then the last. I felt his hands stop massaging my shoulders and wrap around my warmly.
"Oh, Ne..." I spoke softly, reaching back and running my hand gently through his hair gently, "How did I find someone like you?"
"I don't know, Ker..." he said, kissing my cheek, before nuzzling it affectionately, his muzzle feeling soft and friendly against my cheek, "... but... thank you."
"C'mere, lover boy..." I said, turning to him and kissing him deeply. So deeply, in fact, that he fell backwards onto his back. "You're too sweet, Ne..." I said, running my hand down to his waste, "I'm going to have to repay you somehow..." He blushed again as I unbuttoning his jeans and pulled them off, leaving him in his boxers. I chuckled at his reddened face, "Aw, you're still shy..." I said, kissing him again as I hung over him, the blush not leaving his face, gently massaging our tongues together. He still blushed as I pulled away.
"Y... you know, if you keep kissing me that well, I'll never get used to it..." he said softly, looking back up at me.
"Oh, but you're just so cute when you blush like that..." I said playfully. It was true, though. He did look adorable when he blushed like that. I knew exactly how to repay him. "Neon, I want you..." I said as seductively as possible, "... to do whatever you want..."
"W-w-what?" he asked slightly shocked, his blush deepening.
"I want you to do what you want... You've pleasured me so many times, Ne. I want you to feel the same way," I said honestly. He looked up at me, nodding slightly. "So... what do you want to do?" A smile slowly crossed his face.
"Ok... if you insist..." he said slowly, sitting up and crawling behind. He slowly slipped off my shirt, "I think I have an idea..." he said softly, kissing my neck again. I fell backwards into his lap, feeling him kiss and lick my neck again, as he unbuttoned my own pants, pulling them down the same way I had done to him, leaving my panties on. He gently wrapped his legs around my waist, keeping me there in his grasp.
"Oh, my love, what are you going to do to me?" I asked, mock-terror in my voice. He smirked slightly.
"Oh I was thinking something like... this!" he said, running a hand gently down to my stomach, rubbing gently. He smiled kissing my neck again, before biting gently into me, sending a shockwave of pleasure through my body.
"Oh! Stop this torture!" I shouted, the same mock terror in my voice. In all honesty, I wanted him to keep it up.
"Torture, eh? Well then, I guess it would be even worse if I started doing something like, oh say..." he said, gently placing his free hand on my thigh, gently massaging my tired legs, "...rub you like so?"
"OH! Then I'd have to scream so loudly!" I said, wrapping my arms behind me around his neck.
"Good, then..." he said, biting into my neck again, and sucking gently. "Mmmm... my captive tastes so good, I'm going to have to eat her up. Starting with these delicious ears..." he said, licking my ear, before nibbling gently.
"Oh, anything but that!" I yelled.
"Mmmm, tasty..." he spoke softly between nibbles.
"Oh, please my captor, let me go!"
"Oh, but I'm not finished yet... I've still got a few tricks up my sleeve." He said, before rubbing my stomach and thigh again, while nibbling at my ears. I felt something on my other thigh. A tickle. Something furry was rubbing against my thigh. I looked down, seeing Neon's tail wrap slowly around my leg, rubbing and tickling it so lightly. It was too much! I let out the biggest moan of pleasure.
"Ohhhhh... Neon! Why moan are you groan doing this? I wanted to yelp you to be pleasured." I said brokenly.
"You don't realize it yet, Ker? I love pleasuring you... It gives me the most pleasure I could ever want..." he whispered softly into my ear, before nibbling it gently.
"Oh, Ne... you're too good to me..." I gasped.
"You deserve it, my sweet fox girl. This is how I thank you for loving me..."
I turned to face him, kissing him. Oh, Neon... I love you... I fell backwards, letting him kiss me even deeper. He pulled away gently, before kissing my neck as he reached around me, undoing my bra. He returned his kisses back to my lips, as I felt one of his hands reach slowly downwards. I felt myself blush as he slowly slipped his hand into my panties, feeling around gently.
"Ohhhhh..." I moaned slightly, my blush growing deeper. I opened my eyes slowly, looking back into my lover's face.
"Hey, the shyness thing is my bit..." he said playfully.
"Oh, Ne... Take me, coyote boy!" I demanded.
He blushed as he slid downwards, kissing my stomach, going lower and lower. His tail wagged gently as he pulled my panties down. Oh, Neon... go on, please... I felt his tongue lick inside me gently, sending a second wave throughout me. "Oh!" I groaned excitedly, as he licked me again and again, his tongue exploring me thoroughly, tickling my most sensitive areas, nibbling everything inside me. My back arched, as I gently placed my hands on the back of his head, drawing him in deeper. It was bliss! I let out a loud groan as I felt myself come, but that didn't stop him. He continued, lapping and licking, determined to pleasure me even more. I felt it. He found my clit, nibbling and sucking it gently. "Oh god, Ne!" I shouted, my face growing redder by the second, "Ah! Mmmm!" I was speechless! My brain wasn't even able to formulate the words to express how great it felt. My breath quickened and my breath shortened. I came a second time... a third time... a fourth. He wasn't going to stop until I was worn senseless! A fifth time... A sixth... He finally stopped, withdrawing from me. I fell backwards, exhausted. "Oh... oh Neonorthus... where... did you learn to... love so well?" I asked, gasping for breath as I looked up into his caring and loving eyes.
"It comes naturally when I'm around you, Ker... I just want you to be happy..." he said, smiling, his face slightly red as well. I felt myself gain a second wind. I smirked, throwing him onto his back.
"Neon... You deserve this..." I said as I stared down at him, slight shock on his face. I pulled his boxers down, revealing his lovely member. He was mine now. I gently guided it into me, feeling it pulse inside my already stimulated and sensitive puss. It was heaven! I heard him gasp below me as I started to move, up and down gently. He moaned gently in pleasure, his eyes shutting, face reddening. So cute... I continued, growing faster with every pump, my breasts bouncing as I did. He moaned gently after every pump, loving every bit of it. I felt his member gently touch my clit with every movement, causing me to gasp. It was even better then his tongue! I quickened, feeling his pulse speed up as I pumped. Oh, Neon... Come for me, my lovely coyote boy! He let out the most melodic moan I've ever heard as he came, his love covering my insides. I came with him, groaning in unison with him. Lucky number seven...
We panted for a second as I sat, trying to regain my breath. I slid off of him, nuzzling myself into his chest I laid down beside him. "Ne... Why do you love me the way you do?" I asked, my eyes slowly sliding closed. He kissed top of my head.
"Like I said, Ker... you deserve it..." he said softly, holding me closely, ending another sweet night. | Sweet Night by JakeII | [
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This story contains scenes of MxM homosexual acts. If you're not into MxM, gay, or furry, don't read. If you are under 18 (21 in some states) or your locality prohibits looking at subjects of a pornographic nature, don't read. Otherwise, please enjoy.
Characters and story by SpikeFoxx
'In the beginning of the Victorian Era, it was important to note that it was a start of an age of prosperity for England. Queen Victoria was poised to expand England's ventures, both domestic and abroad. The Empire would stretch far and wide.
But in the midst of such gains was a dark undercurrent of unease and fright within the populace. Despite the evolution of civilization, crime had been on the rise, particularly in the rural areas. The constabulary were investigating numerous strange and unnatural murders extending into the wooded areas surrounding the countryside. Much of the wealthy were deaf to what was happening, within their warm manors and castles, but the general peasants were disturbed. The constables were either unable, or unwilling, to go into the less populated hamlets and solve the crimes, merely taking reports. Scotland Yard was rumored to be coming to help with manpower, but never arrived.
Witnesses to the crimes said that the bodies were left in an 'unholy manner,' killed in a way that even the most unconscionable man of God would be left in horror. The victims were exsanguinated, left almost literally as husks of their previous selves, and dumped nude in the forests. Females seemed to the favored amongst those taken, but males also would turn up on occasion. The popular theory among the commoners was that the killer, or killers, wanted those furs that would not fight back as much. No children or elderly have yet to be discovered.
Rumors abound of a cult, or pagans, hiding in the dark woods that surround the local hamlets and taking the serfs for their unholy, godless rituals. Satanic worship is, of course, also the primary focus for any strange happenstances that cannot be explained. But no runic marks or ritualistic use of the body is present. Metropolitan Police have dismissed such allegations out of hand, assuring all with attention to the matter that satanic cults would be rooted out if they were in existence.
In the back rooms and secret meetings, however, is another word being whispered on some lips; 'vampyr,' the nosferatu, night walkers, The Unholy Ones. Vampirism had not been on written record since 1821, and was disqualified later on the basis that the offender was drinking blood as a fetish, not sustaining his life, or unlife. But once the idea is mentioned, it spreads through a community like a fire to dry kindling. In towns now, when the sun goes down, females herd their children inside and lock the door, and even males look over their shoulders if they must venture outside after dark. Far from the comfort of the large cities, these furs must survive on their own. The fear of a loved one coming back as some revenant is an even more creeping fear, but that the bodies are discovered intact later on has assuaged such fears for the moment.
To hunt a vampyr, one must be of great fortitude and a follower of God. Such souls are rare, but exist. At least to those that believe in the creatures of midnight that plague all children of the divine. In some of my earlier years, I had witnessed such things, but to speak of them publicly leads to rumors of insanity and godlessness. My only prayers now go out to finding a way to end this nightmare that grips our country. God save the Queen.'
Excerpt from Lord Reginald Stanley's private journal, 1844
PROLOGUE
September 23rd, 1844
Near Rumsford, England
Victoria dumped her last remaining bit of laundry into the basket, taking it down from the clothesline in the backyard. It had been a pleasant Autumn day, potentially one of the last before the cooler winds would sweep over the countryside. The vixen looked over the nearby tree line, seeing the waning sun disappearing. Her mother had warned her to be in the house and firmly bar the door shut by sundown. Last week, in the closest town of Rumsford, three females and one male had gone missing. Their bodies had later turned up, downriver, one by one. They had been found naked, and, according to her mother's friend, looked as if someone had drained all the life from them.
Picking up the basket, she set it atop a nearby table, gathering up a couple more things to take into the house with her. Her husband, an apothecary, had gone to the larger hamlet of Reisgard to sell his medicines. The larger city was almost two days trip by horse, so he would not be returning any time soon. She had been taking the opportunity of an empty house to do some cleaning and finish the chores.
She sighed, wishing she'd had time to go visit her mother today. She had just visited the elder fox a couple before, but had wanted to go again. Her mother lived much closer to Rumsford, and was terrified of the murders. Victoria had offered to let her parent stay for a few days with her husband out of town, but her mother had declined. But now the sun was going down, and Victoria knew if she ventured down the road to her mother's house, she would never hear the end of it for going against the warning.
When she had gone to the small market yesterday, several of the more gossipy females had been more than happy to discuss what had been going on. While Victoria had never been one to engage in the idle gossip, especially when it concerned the lives of others, she had been unable to help herself in stopping for a moment to listen. Most everyone suggested a cult of some sort, living deep in the woods where not even the hunters dared venture, for fear of getting lost, or meeting some denizen of the forest. Most every place had the stock stories of even the bravest of males getting lost in the woods with no way to get home, or females falling victim to some grotesque creature with an appetite that could not be sated. But what was more disconcerting was what wasn't being said; a terror in their eyes that none of them gave voice to, but all were thinking. A supernatural fear of a creature that walks the night, and could no longer be called of this world.
To Victoria, such notions were nonsense. Merely tales told at bedtime to frighten small children, or by males to make themselves feel tough. The idea of creatures stalking the forest and preying on the blood of the living was just ridiculous.
But at the same time, Victoria found her paws moving just a hint faster as twilight approached, and looking over her shoulder from time to time. They had purchased this plot of land when they were married, intentionally finding one well away from the village. But now, that seemed like a stupid idea; far from the village meant far from safety, and help. The Metro Police had been by when the initial murders happened, but had done little besides take reports. They hadn't even bothered taking witness reports. And they had left no one behind as guards. One of the males in the village was an 'honorary' constable, but aside from having a rifle he supplied himself, it was a title in name only.
Going into the house, she set the basket down, closing the door behind her. She took a heavy wooden beam off the floor and set in brackets across the door. Looking from the window, she could see the sun finally officially setting. She pressed a paw to the glass, feeling the cooler night air beginning to leech in against it. Her husband had bought the glass for the house shortly after they moved, which had not been cheap; he had been able to afford enough for two windows in the front and one in the back. But he had insisted a female should have a view at all times. While standing there, she flipped the lock latches shut on the windows as well.
She sat down in a chair next to their hearth, lighting a couple of candles and using a flint to start the fireplace. The living room was sparsely decorated, only a couple bits of furniture here and there, and a table in the middle. The chair she sat in had been her mother's, given to her when her father died. The chair had once been his, and her mother had wanted her to have it to remind her of him. Victoria strongly suspected it had also been too much to have the memoir of her departed husband around.
By the candlelight, she picked up a book she had traded for when she was in town. She hadn't even been sure of what it was about, and didn't care. She liked to read, her father having taught her when she was younger. Books out here were a rare commodity, and this one had been hand-written, even rarer. After a hard day of work, she couldn't imagine a better way to spend the evening than with a book by the fire.
When the first scream came, she wasn't even sure she had heard it. Setting her book down in her lap, she looked towards the window, at the cloying darkness that was now out there. The candles reflected in the window, flames dancing across the glass.
"Now I'm just getting jumpy," she whispered to herself, her own voice almost sounding strange to her. She shook her head and went back to her book. Turning the page, she jumped from her chair when another yell pierced the night air, much closer this time. Dropping her book, she grabbed a lantern by the front door and lit it with one of the candles. She wrapped a shawl around her shoulders and opened the door, stepping outside.
A new moon cast no light over the surrounding field. She could make out the dirt road at the edge of her property that led six miles down to Rumsford. Her light trailed off into inky blackness, especially when it approached the edge of the woods. Their house was about sixty feet from the edge of the tree line. Steadying herself, Victoria walked towards the trees, holding her lantern high to cast as much light as she could. A wind was starting to blow across the field, rustling the trees. She pulled her shawl tighter against herself as she came to the tree line, stopping. Beyond, she could hardly see anything. She also hadn't heard any more screaming. Looking over her shoulder back towards the house, she walked into the trees. Her paws crunched on dead leaves, and branches assailed her face. With only one paw free, she was moving them aside as best she could, but some still slapped and poked her.
"Hello?" she called, feeling conspicuous as she did so. If someone had been screaming and stopped now, that couldn't be good. But at the same time, what if they weren't being attacked, just hurt? "Hello!?" she called again.
Moving further into the woods, she followed the path she thought best, which was the way to the well house. Her husband had constructed it around a natural spring they had found. Whether it was technically theirs or not, she didn't know, but no one had ever come to contest it. Just barely able to make out the shallow path her husband had made, she picked her way along through the woods. The forest was deathly quiet, and that was almost the most disturbing of all; normally there would be crickets, frogs, owls, some sort of animals to make noise. But now there was nothing, like the forest was holding its breath.
In the middle of the forest was a small clearing, perhaps ten yards wide, with a small hut in the center, which was their spring house. Grass grew high around it, the two of them not really bothering to keep it tended. They also didn't want to attract too much attention to it by anyone passing by. She swept the lantern back and forth, looking around. The grass here had been trampled, and recently. Someone had come through here.
"Hello? Is anyone here?" she yelled out once again. There was no reply still. Either she had gone the wrong way, or whoever was there wasn't any longer. Victoria turned to walk back to the house when she heard a gentle noise. Turning around, she looked again, but still saw no one. But she heard the noise again; an almost imperceptible scraping noise. Most definitely coming from the spring house.
The tall grass rubbing at her, she walked to the doorway, gently lifting the latch and looking inside. It was dark, save for her lantern as she slowly opened the door. In the corner was the spring, a dark pool of still water with a trough connected to it, that was currently stoppered up. She opened the door all the way, and cried out.
On the floor, in front of her, their back to her, was a male, squatting down over some dark object. She couldn't see through the male, just could see that he had tattered rags on and smelled like a slaughterhouse. Moving a bit closer, she could see he had his muzzle to the throat of a body beneath him, and was suckling gently. She gasped when she realized he was drinking the blood from the body. Backing up gently, she bumped into the door, gasping. The male in front of him looked over his shoulder sharply. She could now see it was a raccoon, with blood smeared all around his muzzle. His eyes literally glowed red, full of malevolence and hatred. He stood, revealing the body on the ground. Victoria gasped loudly again when she saw the pool of blood, but more so that it was Mrs. Randall, a kindly white-tailed deer that lived down the road. The raccoon growled, almost hissing, the smell of his breath putrid to Victoria. Gagging, she turned and ran, dropping the lantern. She closed the door behind her even as she felt the male tugging on it from the other side. Turning and running, she ran into the woods, moving without heed. She also realized she was screaming, not even for help, just screaming. Behind her, she heard ragged breathing, heavy footfalls, and snapping branches as the raccoon came for her in desperate pursuit. She had been hoping to lose him when she first took off from the spring house, but had no such luck. She also realized, to her horror, she had ended up running away from the house, and deeper into the woods.
Her dress was becoming increasingly tangled in the branches of the leafless trees, slowing her down. She had long since abandoned her shawl, letting it drop off as she ran. For every step she took, it seemed he was getting closer. She wanted to close her eyes, but dared not. Coming to another natural clearing in the woods, she tried to gain ground, but didn't see the log half-buried in the soil. Her paw caught the edge of it, and she fell on his face, knocking the wind from her. Groaning, she rolled over and made out the formless, dark shape of her pursuer, now on top of her. She had nowhere to go, nowhere to hide, and knew she couldn't fight back. He stood over her, growling throatily, licking his lips. She felt saliva drip across her cheek, and she whimpered as he came closer, his fetid breath washing over her.
"So delicious," said the raccoon, in a guttural voice. "The last one was older, but you...you will be my feast." He traced a claw along her neck, stroking it almost lovingly. "I can feel it...your blood..." The raccoon leaned in closer with a rapacious grunt. Victoria closed her eyes and waited, not even able to yell out or fight back.
"Hold it right there," came a gruff voice. Victoria felt the raccoon withdraw from near her neck and look up. She opened her eyes and looked to her right, where the voice had come from. Standing next to the two of them was a male dressed entirely in black, from head to toe. Black button-up shirt with a black leather vest over it, ebony pants and boots, and a sable longcoat. He himself was a wolf the color of midnight, the only part of him not dark as pitch were his eyes, which burned yellow. He was holding a large revolver in one hand, down by his side. He also had a long, thin sword on his left hip she did not recognize.
The raccoon hissed. "Back off, she is mine!"
"I don't think so," murmured the wolf, raising his revolver and cocking the trigger. "Get off the female."
Growling, the raccoon got up and stood hunched over, like he was ready to strike.
"Young lady, get behind me," commanded the wolf, with a thick British, upper-class accent. "Quickly, please."
Victoria did not need to be told twice, scrambling to her feet and getting behind this stranger was willing to save her. The stranger did not take his eyes from the raccoon as she got behind him.
"I will kill you!" shouted the raccoon, lunging forward after what he still considered his meal. The wolf did not flinch, pulling the trigger and firing into the raccoon. The raccoon stumbled and looked surprised, as if he thought the bullet would merely be grazing him. He fell to his knees, clutching at his chest where the bullet had entered. The stranger walked up to the raccoon, pressed the end of the barrel to his forehead, and pulled the trigger. The raccoon's head bucked backward, and he fell dead on his back. The stranger returned the revolver to a holster on his right hip under his longcoat. He turned to Victoria, kneeling in front of her.
"Were you bitten?" he asked, lowly.
"Was...I...," breathed Victoria, feeling her neck. "No..."
"Good," the stranger said, standing. "I would suggest you return your home, and do not go outside. He wasn't the only one of his kind stalking these woods."
"Wait," called Victoria, standing. "Who...what was he? And who are you?"
"He was a vampire," explained the stranger casually. "And I hunt vampires." He looked over his shoulder. "You may go outside again in two days; then it will be over."
"But, I--" she began, but stopped when she realized he was gone. The wolf had melted into the forest, as if he were some apparition himself. Victoria looked down at the body of the raccoon, a look of shock stuck on his face, a giant hole between his eyes. Shivering, not from the cold, Victoria ran for the house, and did not stop until she was inside with the bar back across the door.
PART ONE
"When Sir Helsing uncovered the 'vampyr,' not even he could fathom the terror, and insanity that would be unearthed by it. An affliction that could turn the faithful from God, and lead them to horrible acts against their fellow fur, is an idea too evil even for the Devil himself."
'The History of the Vampyr,' by Sir Aldale, 1832
October 20th, 1844
Village of Issix
The carriage bounced along the dirt road between the dense crop of trees, dipping into the numerous potholes here and there. The horses neighed at the discomfort of the road, and the driver spurring them onward. Inside, beyond the drape of the velvet privacy curtains, was a single figure. Hunched in his seat, his sword braced between his legs, he parted the curtain just enough to look outside. Dusk was swiftly approaching, and if the letter he had received from the mayor of the town was any indication, the carriage driver would want to either get a room for the night or drive quickly out of the area.
A mountain rose up in front of them, not large by any means, but certainly dwarfing the town in front of them. Lanterns were already visible as the carriage came down the road, appearing one by one across the village, and wisps of smoke curling from the chimneys of some of the houses. Pulling to a stop, the carriage driver hopped from his seat, coming over and opening the door with a bow. The rider stepped down, securing his sword through a leather belt at his side. Reaching into his coat, he pulled out a handful of gold pieces and handed them to the driver. Nodding with thanks, the driver took his payment and leaped back to his perch, retreating from the town as fast as he dared.
"You must be Sir McClintock," came a voice from the nearest building. An older skunk with a bit of glut about him stood in the doorway, coming down the cobblestone pathway. "I'm mayor Herbert Wesson, the one who sent for you."
The black wolf looked at the mayor impassively. "No one calls me by that name anymore. Rafe will do just fine."
The mayor smiled cheerily. "As you wish. Please, come inside." He gestured to the door of what Rafe surmised was the town hall. "It's awfully cold, even for October. Let's go inside."
Rafe followed the mayor inside without another word, watching as the skunk secured a large block across the door on the inside. He smiled nervously as he did so, dusting his paws off over-dramatically when he done, as if they never touched dirt and dust.
"My office is in the back," remarked the mayor. "I sleep upstairs; pretty much doubles as my home. There's also a conference room. That's where we've been doing the investigation." He described the whole thing as if he were trying to convince Rafe that they weren't a podunk, back-water town forgotten by the elite of society. Even the mayor's dress vest and slacks looked second-hand and worn.
"We're a little out of the way, I know," the mayor continued as they went down a candlelit hallway that ran next to a staircase. "I'm sure it's not what you're used to."
"Actually I do most of my work in places like this," muttered Rafe. "Smaller places seem to...attract them."
Wesson said nothing in reply as they came to the back room, which was a set of double-doors that the he opened, letting the two of them in. Within were two more males, a deer and a beagle, standing behind a long desk, which had a lumpy object on it under a blanket. Candlelight from wall sconces cast odd shadows, almost seeming to have sinister intent behind them.
"These are Franklin and Winthrop, the town undertaker and physician," introduced Wesson. Both males extended their hands, but Rafe made no move in return. The two of them awkwardly lowered their hands.
"Well," began Winthrop, the deer, "this is our latest victim, killed just last night." He pulled the top edge of the blanket back, revealing the face of a female. The fur of her neck was covered in crusted blood, around a clean, almost surgical-looking puncture wound. Rafe stepped nearer the corpse and bent over to examine it.
"Where was she found?" asked the wolf.
"Just outside of town, in the foothills," responded Franklin, the undertaker, pushing a set of spectacles back up on the bridge of his muzzle. "We found her nude, limbs spread wide around her, and she was lying on her back." He looked down at the body, and added softly, "Aside from the blood, we could hardly tell she was dead."
Herbert cleared his throat and interjected, "We felt we should send for help when these...incidents happened. When I sent the letter for your assistance, we were already up to four, three females and one male, and the townsfolk were getting nervous. Now we're up to six. No one will go out at night, and hardly anyone will go out during the day. Even the farmers in the nearby lands are letting their crops go to waste."
"Where are the other bodies?" asked Rafe, standing up straight.
The three males of the town looked at each other, before the mayor replied, "We buried them. Far away from town."
Rafe said nothing, just looking at him inexpressively.
"The townsfolk didn't want their loved ones who had been...desecrated so close to them," the mayor added hastily. "I couldn't very well make them all live with the knowledge that the bodies would be buried in the normal grave plots."
Still saying nothing, Rafe turned back to the body, moving the blanket and looking over the entire body. No signs of a struggle, no broken bones, no bleeding aside from the neck. Franklin was right; except the main wound, the body was pristine.
"Is it...what we feared?" asked Winthrop, fidgeting nervously with his hands.
Rafe replaced the blanket, including recovering the face. "Yes, it is a vampire."
None of the other three males replied, their terror and apprehension visible on their faces, the the tension they felt almost palpable. Rafe didn't blame them. Vampires were terrifying, and until it was stopped, they wouldn't have a moment's peace. He had seen entire towns get up and leave, taking only what could be carried on their backs and horses. But that wasn't a true answer; the vampire would merely move onto another township, and begin anew. Extermination was the only real solution.
"Can you...get rid of it?" asked Herbert. "We've got six furs dead. Any more, and we'll probably have villagers start leaving."
"Is there somewhere in town I can stay?" asked the wolf.
The mayor stared blankly at Rafe for a moment. "Um...yes, the inn is just down the road, run by Christine, since her husband died as one of the...victims."
Walking around the table, Rafe said to them, "I will begin my investigation tomorrow. Starting with the townsfolk."
"You seriously suspect someone in town of being the creature?" asked Winthrop, with surprise and disbelief in his voice.
"Right now, nothing will be ruled out without confirmation," replied Rafe. "I will start in the morning. I suggest you gentlemen make your ways home. You may dispose of the body however you see fit." With that, he was gone through the door, leaving the three males and the body to themselves. His boots thudded on the hardwood floor as he made his way back to the front door. Stepping into the night, his coat rustled gently as it was caught in the autumn night's breeze. The street lamps were still burning gently. They had just enough of them to light up the main street, which was really all there was to the town. Rafe also noticed that they put just enough oil in the lamps to burn for a few hours, so no one would have to come and put them out.
The inn wasn't hard to find, since it was one of the only major buildings on the dirt street. He came up the cobblestone walkway from the road, opening the door gently. The scent of fresh-baked bread drifted under his nostrils, smelling delicious. Quietly closing the door behind him, he looked around. Directly opposite the door was a wide counter, with various liqueurs and ales behind it. He surmised that the inn doubled as the local tavern. Steps off to the left of the counter went upstairs, he assumed to the rooms. The right side of the main room was occupied with tables and chairs, and beyond that, judging by the smell, was the kitchen. Moving closer to the counter, he could see paintings placed on the walls around the room, depicting various shots of the countryside of Issix. To Rafe, they were quite good.
"Like my work?" came a voice, with an Irish accent. Rafe looked to his right and saw a female lynx standing in the doorway to the kitchen, leaning against the woodwork of the doorframe. She had a white dress on, and her long hair tied back in a ponytail. "I thought I heard someone come in while I was making bread for tomorrow's breakfast."
"My name is Rafe," said the wolf, quietly. "You must be Christine. The mayor mentioned you ran this establishment."
"That's true," she replied with a nod, walking further into the main room. Using one of the already lit candles, she set a few more burning, illuminating the room. "I have taken over all the duties around here since my husband died."
"My condolences," he said, barely above a whisper.
She smiled sadly. "Thank you." Pulling one of the chairs out she sat down. "You must be the hunter everyone has been talking about."
Now was Rafe's turn to nod. "That I am."
"Don't talk much, either, do you?" she asked, with a genuine smile this time.
"No," was all he said in return.
"Do you drink?" she inquired, standing and walking behind the counter, taking a green glass bottle off the shelf. "Interest you in a glass of my late husband's homemade wine?"
Rafe shook his head. "I couldn't. You can't have a lot of it--"
She cut him off with the pop of the cork. "Too late, opened now." Setting two glasses on the countertop, she poured a bit into each one. He reached out and took his glass, swirling the red wine a bit in the glass before taking a sip. A wonderful bouquet of oak, vanilla, and cherries greeted him.
"Your husband made a wonderful wine," he said, taking another sip.
"I'm glad you enjoy it," she replied. "I'm sure my husband would have liked the compliment as well. We didn't get a lot of visitors, and most were just passing through, or roaming traders. Not many of the townsfolk enjoy a good glass of wine, either; most would rather just come in for the mead or ale."
Reaching under his jacket, he took out a handful of gold coins and set them on the counter. "This should cover a room for two nights, meals, and the glass of wine."
"The wine is on the house," Christine assured him.
"Then consider it a bonus," answered Rafe, finishing his glass. She picked up the bottle and refilled his, topping hers off again.
"I do just have one request," she murmured, drinking her wine. Rafe said nothing, waiting. "I want you to kill whatever murdered my husband."
The wolf remained silent for a moment. "That's why I came here." He could see that she was gazing at his revolver, that had come in view when he sat down and his coat had fallen away from his hip. Reaching down, he pulled his coat back over his weapon.
"It's all right," she said, quietly. "I wouldn't think you'd be using harsh language."
"No, I suppose not." He finished his wine again, savoring the last bit of flavor on his tongue. "Could I have my room key?"
"Of course," answered Christine, reaching under the counter and handing him a key. "Up the stairs on the left, room three. It's the biggest of them." As he stood up, she added, "Why don't you take the rest of the wine to your room with you?"
"It's your husband's...why don't you--"
She cut him off with, "I have several racks in the basement with more, and he had shown me how to make it. I may not be as good as he was yet, but someday." She half-smiled. "I plan to even put my own spirit into it."
With a slight bow at the waist, Rafe took the bottle and glass with him, climbing upstairs. Inserting the key in door at the top of the stairs, he stepped inside, noticing that there was already a lit candle on the desk. Apparently Christine really had been expecting him. There was a single bed against the wall under the window, which was currently open, and looked out over the dirt road of the town. Next to the bed was another table, with an oil lamp on it. He opted to just have the one candle on.
Standing by the window, he took his jacket off, setting over the end of the bed frame. He also took his revolver out of its holster, putting it on the bedside table within easy reach. Bracing his sword against the wall, Rafe stripped off his pants and shirt, leaving himself nude. By candlelight, his ebony fur see | Call of the Night by VoodooRoo | [
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med to have a golden hue to it. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he sighed deeply. It was going to be a long day tomorrow. He leaned over and blew out the candle. Outside light crept in through the window, growing darker by the moment as clouds moved in over the half-moon that was high in the September sky. By the time he had lay down on the bed, rain was gently pattering against the window and thunder was rumbling in the distance. To Rafe, it was comforting, like a familiar friend.
Early morning light streamed down the staircase from the window at the top. The silver tray rattled a bit from the plates and cups on it, and Christine's paws thumped ever so slightly on the wooden staircase. She had tied her shoulder-length hair up in a loose ponytail, and put on her best dress; the one her husband had brought back from a trip to London.
When she arrived at the top of the stairs, Christine knocked gently on the door of Rafe's room. There was a brief shuffling sound from within, the latch on the door being undone, and then the portal opening. The black wolf stood in the doorway, nude.
"Oh, I'm...sorry," she gasped, looking down. "I didn't realize..."
"It's all right," Rafe said, gently. "Breakfast?"
"Yes," she replied. "Um, toast, eggs, and tea."
The wolf reached out and took the tray. "Thank you. Please, come in."
Hesitantly, Christine followed him into the room. She gazed at his sinewy back, taught arms, and butt that looked like it was made of marble. He bent over and grabbed his pants, pulling them on and cinching up his belt. She smiled, relievedly, now that he was at least half-clothed. "I hope I didn't wake you."
"No, not at all," answered Rafe, sitting on the bed. "I usually get up with the sun." He sipped the tea she had brought him. "Honeysuckle," he observed.
"You know your wines and teas," she said, happily. She took the chair at the desk, sitting properly. "What are you going to do today?"
Eating his eggs, he answered, "Walk town a bit, question some of the furs here."
Christine furrowed her brow. "Why?"
"Because sometimes what I'm looking for is hiding in plain sight," replied Rafe. "Is there anyone in town you rarely or never see in daylight?"
The lynx thought for a moment. "No, not really. A lot of them are farmers, one raises horses. Mr. Winthrop is the town physician, both for furs and the livestock; he's out all day. Mr. Franklin is the undertaker, but he also does odd jobs around town to make money in his off time."
Eating the last bit of toast with home-made apple jam on it, he inquired, "What about the females?"
"Same," answered Christine. "Doing chores all day; hanging the laundry, washing, tending to gardens, if they have any. Mr. Wayne's wife does seamstress work in town; repairing dresses and pants, sheets, anything, really. Also at the end of every month is the town quilting group, which takes place before sundown."
Rafe said nothing, getting up and going to the window, opening it. Autumn scents drifted into him; the smell of dry leaves, crisp air, and a dogwood tree somewhere nearby. "What can you tell me about the victims?"
"Why not ask Mr. Winthrop?" she asked in return.
"If I wanted to know about the physical aspects of the bodies, I would," he explained, turning back to her, picking up his tea and drinking. "What about them personally?"
She took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "Mrs. Margarette was first, about a month ago. She was the wife of the undertaker for the area. They found her...all tore up at the end of the stream, that feeds into the foothills." Christine was silent for a moment, before resuming. "Mr. Dankins found her."
"Where does he live?" asked Rafe.
"At the base of the foothills," she replied. "In a small shack, by himself. Grows his own food, comes into town for meat and medicine occasionally. No one ever really talks to him."
"And have you ever--?" started Rafe, but Christine cut him off.
"Yes, I've seen him during the day," she replied, with a sad smile.
He didn't say anything in reply, reaching down and pulling on a black shirt and black vest, securing a belt around his waist with his pistol holster on it. Picking up his large revolver off the desk, he double-checked it and placed it snug to its home.
"I've never seen a revolver quite like that," observed the lynx, looking closer at the weapon.
"Custom-made," replied Rafe, "by an outfitter in London." She could see it was made from a very bright material, that to her looked almost like silver. It also had a heavy barrel and longer hammer.
"Do you really use silver bullets?" asked Christine.
"No," replied Rafe, "that's a myth. Mine are actually made of gold."
"What about garlic, crosses, and the like?"
Rafe shook his head. "Crosses and religious artifacts are useless. Vampires can cross into graveyards, churches, anywhere they please. They don't need to be invited in. Garlic never seems to bother them either. For all accounts, they don't seem to be demons or hellspawn. No one is still really sure why they have the need to feed on other beings, or where they came from in the first place. But what I do know is they die like anyone else." Crossing the room, Rafe stopped at the door. "Thank you for breakfast."
Christine smiled and nodded. "It was my pleasure. Be back at sunset, I'll have dinner ready."
Saying nothing else, he opened the door and disappeared silently. The only way Christine knew he had left was when she head the front door close, almost imperceptibly.
The overhead sun was obscured as he moved further into the tree line at the edge of town. Rafe looked around himself, noticing the beaten-down path of horses, cattle, and other furs get more indistinguishable and replaced with long grass and overgrown foliage. The mountain, part of the Pennines range, rose up out of the foothills in front of him. He walked through the grass scuffing against his calves, seeing a ramshackle shack set farther back along the trees. He didn't think whoever lived out there was the vampire, but he did want to discuss the first body.
Approaching the shack, he heard a gunshot ring out. Rafe dropped to one knee, pulling his revolver and cocking the hammer. "Who's there!?" he called out.
From around the corner of the shack came a badger holding a double rifle, holding it up at waist height. "Whoa are you!?" called back the badger, eyeing Rafe suspiciously.
The wolf got back on his feet, holding the revolver up. "I'm Rafe. The mayor hired me to root out your problem."
The badger slowly lowered the rifle, still looking at unease. "Well, come on over."
Walking slowly, still holding his weapon, Rafe came closer to the badger. "I was told you found the first body."
Nodding, the badger replied, "Yes, that's true." Rafe could now see the badger was older, around his forties. His hands twitched a bit, making the rifle rattle. Rafe surmised that was why he was still alive now.
"So you're Mr. Dankins," observed Rafe.
"Yes, that I am," answered Dankins. "My apologies, I don't get a lot of visitors out here. Plenty of thieves looking for free food, though, what with my garden out back."
Ignoring the apology, Rafe just pressed on. "Could we go somewhere to talk?"
Dankins nodded, turning and walking to the front door, Rafe following him. The badger opened the door, both of them ducking inside. The interior was all one room, with a couple tables, a small cooking area, fireplace, and bed. The badger set the rifle next to the front door, turning to Rafe. " 'Fraid I don't have much of any place to sit."
"Standing is fine," replied Rafe, flatly. "I just want to know about the first body you found."
Dankins nodded, reaching for a pipe and bit of tobacco, lighting it up and puffing gently. "I found it when I went down to the stream to get water. It runs down through the hills here and around the town. Several of the farmers built their places specifically around it."
"And then?" prodded Rafe, not caring about the genesis of the outlying areas.
Dankins blew out a bit of smoke, continuing. "She was on the bank, nude, and aside from looking rather pale under her fur, she appeared as if she was asleep. I thought maybe she had wandered out and passed out. But when I approached her, and saw the blood, and couldn't awake her, it was more obvious."
"And then came the others," encouraged Rafe. The badger nodded. "All found out here in the foothills," continued the wolf.
"That's correct."
"Anyone odd or new come through in the last month?"
Dankins scratched his chin for a moment. "No, just the usual traveling merchants and the like. I purchased some cured beef from one of them."
Rafe was beginning to think that the badger was not the font of information he first thought. "So, you only found the body? Nothing else to add?"
Dankins shook his head. "I don't like to interact with the town. Not more than I have to anyway. Grow my own food, get water from the stream, stitch as many of my own clothes as I can. Really I only go to town for bigger items and meat."
Shaking his head, mostly at the waste of time, Rafe was turning to leave when something caught his eye. He leaned over and picked up a jewel-studded tankard, looking it over. "Where did this come from?"
Dankins fidgeted with his paws for a moment, looking away. "I found it."
Rafe raised an eyebrow. "Where?"
"It's not a crime to found something," retorted the badger. "It was...on the ground. Out in the woods."
The wolf sighed deeply, eyeing the badger. He didn't even need to say a word to know that Dankins was lying. Something this nice, and above all clean, would not be found in the dust and dirt. The badger wouldn't meet his gaze except fleetingly, and it wasn't much longer before he was ready to give in. "All right, I got it from someplace."
"No place in town," pointed out Rafe.
"No," confirmed Dankins. "From the manor. Out in the woods."
"What manor?" asked Rafe, setting the tankard down.
"The old one, that no one ever goes to," answered Dankins. "I went there one day, since everyone used to say a rich family used to live there. No one knows why they left. It's been pretty much abandoned for a long time."
"And no one else from town ever goes up there?" asked Rafe.
Dankins nodded. "The mayor may know more than I do about it. Not that he knows about much of anything."
The wolf replied with nothing else, opening the door and stepping back outside, leaving the smell of tobacco and dust behind him. The sun was already approaching its zenith, nearing noon. It had taken longer to get out here than he had expected. But now that he was on a lead, he needed to speak with the mayor, and get more information. But, first, he wanted to see where the bodies were.
"Mr. Dankins," he began, looking back inside the shack. "Could you show me exactly where the bodies were found?"
The badger nodded enthusiastically. "Of course. It's right near my well. Come with me." Closing the door behind them, the badger waked towards the treeline, away from the tilled and tended land around his dwelling. Dirt turned to thick grass, occluded on all sides by tall trees. As they walked along, Rafe heard the distinct sound of running water. Through a dense copse of maples, Dankins lead the wolf upon the creek. It flowed along at a decent pace, disappearing in a bend to the right as it headed towards the town.
"Meets up with the larger Green River a few miles down," remarked Dankins, watching as Rafe walked along the bank.
"This is where they were?" asked Rafe.
The badger nodded, squinting against the bright sunlight filtering down through the trees. "Aye. My well is right over there." Taking a few steps closer to the bank, Dankins removed a circular cover stone, approximately the size of a small dinner plate. Inside was clear water up to the brim. "Fed by the stream and an underground source. Even during a dry spell, there's water here."
"And no one else knows about it?" inquired Rafe, bending on one knee and examining the earth before him.
"No, sir," answered Dankins, sounding as if he were proud of himself for hording the source.
Pinching a bit of dirt between his fingers, and bringing it to his eyes, Rafe squinted, as if he were blinded by the loam pincered in his digits. "When was the last killing?"
"Two days ago, I believe," answered Winthrop. "That was the night it rained terribly."
"Did it rain every night there was a killing?" posed Rafe, looking at Dankins.
The badger's brows furrowed for a moment, thinking, puffing on his pipe. "Now that you mention it, yes. It's been particularly rainy lately, and kept the well quite high. I was coming out a lot, and was finding the bodies."
The black wolf frowned. This was a smart one then; moving on nights of a storm, when it would be darkest, and the rain would naturally wipe away all trace. He had never encountered such a level of intelligence. Deep down, it worried him. Across the stream, he could see more trees retreating further up the mountainside. Idly, he wondered where the manor that Dankins mentioned was.
"Mr. Rafe?" called Dankins.
The wolf looked up from his thoughts. "Yes?"
"It's about lunch," pointed out Dankins. "I'd like to get back home."
The wolf stood up, letting the loose dirt go. "Of course." He bowed slightly at the waist. "By your leave." With that, he turned and headed back towards town, leaving Dankins alone to just watch the wolf leave.
Herbert Wesson sat down in his dining room, taking his lunch of tea and, a rare treat for himself, fish. Preparing to eat, he was interrupted by a knock at the front door. Sighing, he set his fork down and went to the front door, opening it to the black clad visitor.
"Oh, hello," he said to the wolf. "Please come in."
Saying nothing, Rafe stepped past him and inside, standing in the lobby while Herbert closed the door behind them. "I was just about to have lunch, if you'd care to join me."
"Just tea would be fine," answered Rafe, walking into the dining area. "I actually only came to ask a few questions."
"Please, by all means," said Herbert, pouring Rafe a cup of tea and setting it in front of him. The two of them sat down at the table, which Rafe noticed was covered in an old, stained tablecloth, and what looked like inherited sterling silver tableware. There was a bay window that offered an excellent view of the fields not yet claimed by the expansion of the town. "What's on your mind?" asked the mayor.
"I had a word with the badger who lives on the edge of the foothills," started Rafe.
"Oh, yes, Mr. Dankins," commented the mayor. "He's one of the more...colorful members of the community, which is putting it mildly."
"He mentioned an old, abandoned manor in the mountains," continued Rafe, ignoring the mayor. "When was the last time anyone was up there?"
"Oh, it's been sometime," answered Herbert. "A landscaper from the local town came by to appraise the land it was on, and it was priced far beyond what anyone could afford, and certainly with the mansion on it as well."
"Where is it, exactly?" asked Rafe, sipping his tea, which he noticed was Earl Grey.
"Just at the top of he footpath," replied Herbert, finishing his fish in between sentences. "Not far at all, really. But no one goes up there." He shrugged. "Really no reason to."
"Had anyone been up there when the killings first started?"
The mayor thought for a moment, sipping his own tea. "Not that I know of. Again, there's no reason for anyone to be up there."
Rafe nodded. "How far would it be from where the first body was found?"
"Again, not far," Herbert said. "It's pretty much right at the top of the footpath."
"Thank you," began Rafe, standing. "This has been very helpful."
"Glad I could help," the mayor responded slowly, not sure how helpful he had really been. He stood with Rafe, walking the wolf to the door. "Anything else you need, please stop by."
"I will be sure to," replied Rafe. Stepping through the door, he heard the mayor close the door behind him. The wolf looked up to the sky, noticing the sun falling already. It wouldn't be long before dusk. Going up into the mountains now would not be wise. Already, the town was beginning to shut down. He could see several furs heading home, and one going around to the lamps in town and lighting them for the evening. With the advent of night coming, he decided to go back to the inn.
True to her word, at sunset Rafe could smell the redolent scent of dinner drifting up the stairs to his nostrils. Setting down a book he had borrowed from the shelf in the room, he got off the bed and opened the door to head downstairs. He stood in the candlelit dining area, enjoying the scent.
"It'll be right out," came Christine's voice from the kitchen. He sat down, waiting for his host. Momentarily, she emerged with a plate for Rafe, full of meat and vegetables. As she set it down in front of him, he realized it had been awhile since he'd had a good meal. He hadn't had a chance to get to London lately, where most of the best cuisine was found. But this would rival any bistro in the city.
"I hope you like lamb," she said, returning into the kitchen and bringing back a plate for herself, sitting down across from him.
"I haven't had it in a bit," he replied, trying a forkful, and finding it absolutely delicious. Moist and flavorful, almost falling apart in his muzzle. "It's fantastic."
She smiled. "Glad you enjoy it. It's nice to have someone to cook for again."
Rafe nothing in reply, continuing to eat. Christine found her taciturn guest refreshing. Most males that came through were on their way somewhere else, and didn't have the best of manners.
"What do you know about the manor up in the mountains?" asked Rafe suddenly.
Christine did not immediately reply. "Hardly anyone goes up there. There's a rumor that it's haunted. Sometimes, when my husband was out hunting late at night, he said he saw lights in the windows, and heard noises coming from there. But he never went close enough to really see what was going on."
"Was he out the night he died?" asked Rafe.
The lynx set her fork down, looking down at her plate. "Not hunting. We had a fight that night, and he left for a few hours. I thought he would come back, but when the sunrise came, and he wasn't back, I and a few others went looking for him. We found him in the same place as the others; the base of the foothills, all his clothes missing."
Rafe nodded. "I think whatever is causing all of this is out in that manor. It's the only place near enough the town where someone could hide out, and sneak down into town and be back out during the night."
"Do you really think it could be a vampire?" asked Christine, quietly.
"Yes," replied Rafe. "There have been numerous documented cases of furs drinking blood as a fetish, but...there are also cases where the answer has not been of someone carrying out the act as a fetish, but as a way to sustain their life. And I believe this will be one of those cases."
The female lynx was quiet for a moment. "Why do you do this? Why dedicate your life to all this darkness?"
Rafe didn't respond for a moment, taking another bite of his meal. "I was to be married once," he started, setting his fork down. "A beautiful wolfess. We were engaged at her parents' manor in the country. We left to go back to the city, and left after dark. On he way, our carriage was attacked by a pack of vampires. A rarity, but it happens. They took my wife, and left me for dead." Christine didn't say anything, listening as Rafe went on. "For whatever reason, vampires like virgins. My fiancee and I had agreed to wait until our wedding night to consummate, and they could tell she was untouched. I managed to get away, how I don't really know. But she was killed, right there, her screams just echoing away from me."
"I'm so sorry," whispered Christine. "It seems we've both lost the one we love."
Rafe was silent for a moment, before murmuring, "It was another lifetime ago."
"What will you do?" asked Christine.
"Go to the manor during the day tomorrow," explained Rafe. "With luck, it will be immobile during the day."
" 'It?' " asked Christine.
"The vampire," responded Rafe. "Whether he or she, it isn't of this world any longer. If it's asleep, then quickly taking its head will be an end to this."
"Do you want breakfast tomorrow?" she asked.
The wolf shook his head. "It would be best if I started off before dawn. Get there as the sun is coming up, when it will be at its most vulnerable."
"Well," she started, standing up. "our meal wouldn't be complete without apple pie then, now would it?"
Rafe just nodded his consent, waiting as she disappeared into the kitchen to retrieve it. He had done this dozens of times now, but somehow this one felt...different. The wolf shook it off, ignoring his misgivings. Waiting for the dessert, he knew everything would go smooth as always.
PART TWO
"The vampyr will lure unsuspecting females, and occasionally males if they are desperate, to them with seduction and trances. Gazing at a vampyr for too long will allow them to cast their dark deception over the innocent, and render them helpless, sometimes even willing, to the creature's actions and desires. So few have survived a vampyr's advance that details are not always clear. No one still knows why the vampyr prefers females to males, or virgins over all. Much of the intimate details of the night walkers are a mystery."
\'The Vampyr: Myth and Monster,' by Constance Sterling, 1841
It was still nearly dark outside, the sun just barely touching the horizon. Rafe pulled his jacket on over his clothes, double-checking his revolver and extra ammunition. Sighing, he opened the door and silently crept down the stairs. Like a phantom, he made no noise in the still-shadowy inn. But when he got to the bottom of the staircase, he was aware he was being watched.
"I thought you would at least like to take some almonds with you," said Christine, holding out a folded-up kerchief. It smelled delectable, and Rafe surmised she had gotten up earlier than he to bake them. "My husband always took them on long trips. Said they were the perfect thing."
Gently, he took them with a nod. "Thank you." With that, he moved to the door, making to exit.
"When will you be back?" asked the lynx.
Rafe could feel her eyes on him, waiting for an answer. "When it's done."
"What if you don't return?" she submitted, quietly, just above a whisper.
"I will," he answered, without hesitation. Before she could speak again, the wolf opened the door and disappeared like the shadow he resembled. Christine was left only with the crisp scent of the Autumn morning that the stranger had let in.
Outside, mist drifted across the main street in gentle curls. His boots crunched over dead leaves, and the light from the oil lamps was retreating as they ran out. As Rafe left the town behind, the sun was climbing higher over the hills in front of him. As far as he was concerned, the higher the sun, the better. No one knew why, but true vampires were weak to sunlight. It was an easy way to discern the actual creatures from fetishists.
As he entered the foothills, and went past Mr. Dankins shack, the mist was slowly evaporating as the heat increased, ever so slightly. It was going to be a true Autumn day, he could feel it already. Not that cold bothered him. His coat was usually more of a formality than necessity. The sunrise was a beautiful contrast to the work in front of him.
Reaching the stream, he walked across a few rocks just at the top of the waterline, which looked like the remains of a primitive dam, before the stream had expanded and risen higher. For the moment, it made a decent rudimentary bridge. On the other side, he was in another copse of trees, with a footpath cut through them. It went up higher into the mountainside, gently curving away from Rafe. Hiking up the dirt path, he noticed something odd; not one bird was singing in the morning. The forest was preternaturally. silent, almost as if it were waiting for something. Rafe did not feel fear anymore, but it was still disquieting to him.
Sunlight filtered down through the trees now, dappling the forest floor with shadows from the trees. The sound of the creek was retreating behind him now, just a faint babble in the distance. A gentle wind blew under the leaves, the fronds on the trees scraping against one another. The vibrant yellows and fire reds still clung to the branches, desperate to not be cast to the ground in the advent of winter.
As the footpath started into the more rocky portion of the mountain, Rafe could see a precipice overlooking where the village was. From the base of the hill, it was obscured by trees and foliage, but now he could see it fully. On the ledge of rock was the manor the mayor spoke of. Surrounded on sides by large boulders, and approximately one hundred yards back from the sheer edge of the precipice, Rafe wondered why anyone would build a dwelling in such a place. He also observed that, despite the mayor's assertions, someone was definitely in there; lazy wisps of smoke curled from one of the chimneys of the mansion.
Approaching the manor, he was impressed by the size. Three stories towered over him, and was also very wide. It was the sort of place that spoke of a nobleman. Stained-glass windows looked out from the front, depicting various battle scenes, a forest, and a moonlit lake. Many of the panes were missing, but it was intact enough to let Rafe be able to tell that, in its inception, it was a grand facade. But now, where grass was growing had become overgrown, and vines choked the walls. An old fountain, in the shape of a fish spewing water from its mouth, was covered in an age's worth of dirt and grime. Judging by the wear on the woodwork of the manor, the place itself was very old.
Standing before the front door, which had a large bronze door knocker in the shape of a lion's head, Rafe couldn't help but feel that he was being watched. He looked all about himself, but couldn't see anyone, nor shake the feeling. A tingle went up his spine; a feeling he was not intimate with at all. Reaching under his coat, he took his revolver from its resting place, and then gently pressed the door open.
Light spilled across a grand marble floored lobby. A staircase lead up from the lobby to a wooden balcony that disappeared to either side. Doors lined either side of the lobby, leading to places unknown. Cobwebs hung from a golden chandelier suspended over the floor. At a time, the marble had probably been so polished it would have reflected the chandelier like a mirror. But now, there was only more dust.
Closing the door behind himself, Rafe listened carefully. His ears were often the greatest way to track his quarry. But now, he heard nothing. All that greeted him was total silence. He stepped across the hall, streams of sunlight coming through the empty panes of glass catching lazy dust motes that Rafe was kicking up. Mounting the staircase, the wolf stealthily made his way upstairs, making hardly a sound. The marble didn't creak like a wooden staircase, making his attempts at silence much easier. At the top, it turned to wood, which made a slight creaking noise beneath his paws. To the right , the hallway ended at a door. On the left, the walkway ended in a right angle to the right which went out of sight. Regarding the door for a moment, he turned to the left, following the hall. Here, his boots thudded lightly, a carpet masking most of his sound. Rafe couldn't tell what color the carpet once was; red, maybe.
Around the corner, there were two more doors; one right near him, and another farther down. Beyond that, the hallway turned to the left this time. Having not picked up another clue where the creature may be, he opened the nearest door.
Inside was an office-like space; large cherry wood desk, papers spread over the top of it, an empty oil lamp, reference books ranging on everything from anatomy to zoology in a glass case, and mounted insects and flowers in display cases mounted on the wall. Unlike the rest of what Rafe had seen, the office looked like it had been tended somewhat recently; there was a much smaller film of dust over everything.
Closing the door, he continued along to the next door. As his hand touched the door, he realized he was hearing music. The gentle hum a violin greeted his ears from just beyond the door. He paused for a moment, reaching up with his thumb and cocking the hammer of his revolver. As he did, the music stopped. Slowly, he opened the door, greeted with gentle candlelight. The door opened onto a balcony that around the upper part of the room, which extended over both floors. The room itself was a giant library; floor to ceiling books, with a couple chairs, a glockenspiel, and fireplace down below. A fire currently burned in the pit.
Moving around the upper level, he came to a metal staircase, circular in design, that led down to the sitting area. Mounting the stairs, Rafe made his way downstairs, his paws banging on the metal rather loudly.
When he reached the lower floor, the first thing that struck him was the lack of windows. All the light was coming from torches on the wall, and a couple oil lamps. This room was also spotless; the glockenspiel had been polished, the bookshelves were polished, the carpeting beneath him looked brand new. This room was clearly cared for.
On top of the piano was a violin, presumably the one he was hearing before he came into the room. Looking around a bit more, his eyes lay across a coat of arms above the fireplace, with two swords crossed behind it. The design on the shield itself was of a lion, in what appeared to be mid-roar. More books adorned the sides of the room, but he didn't see a way out. Whoever was in here, it was as if they just disappeared. He tried to get a scent on the direction of where they went, but it was to no avail.
Turning, he was ready to go back upstairs when he came face to face with a pair of intense blue yes. Reflexively, Rafe jumped back as far as he could, and raised his revolver. "Hold it right there," he commanded.
The stranger, a younger white wolf, said and did nothing in return, just watching. "Buongiorno. I haven't had a visitor in some time," said the white wolf, with a deep voice, infused with a gentle Italian accent.
"Who are you?" demanded Rafe, still keeping the revolver raised.
"Mi spiace! I am Angelo Leone, this is my manor," replied the white wolf, seeming nonplussed by the weapon held on him. "I apologize for the mess, I have been trying to clean for years, but it's such a big place, and there is only mysel | null | [] | {
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Rafe frowned. "The mayor told me this place was deserted."
"I'm afraid he is mistaken," replied Angelo. "Non importa. It is just good to have company."
Still not lowering his weapon, Rafe pressed, "Did you know nothing of the murders taking place lately?"
Angelo nodded. "Yes, I would know of them. I'm afraid I am the one committing them."
The black wolf's eyes narrowed. "Then I have to kill you."
The white wolf tilted his head slightly. "Perche?" Rafe did not reply. "Forgive my manners. I have had so long to learn english, and have failed to completely. Why?"
"Because you're an abomination," replied Rafe. "You kill others to further your own life."
Angelo still seemed unfazed. "Would you kill a male who slays a bovine for his dinner? No, you would not. I am to do what I must."
"We aren't cattle," replied Rafe.
Angelo bowed his head slightly. "That was a bad analogy, my apologies. I merely meant that one should not be held accountable for what is necessary to survive. I have not killed a lot; just what was necessary."
With that, Rafe no longer waited. He squeezed off two rounds, the sound almost deafening in the small space. When the smoke cleared, Angelo was still standing, only now slightly more to the right. Rafe couldn't believe his eyes.
"I had no intention of harming you," started Angelo, "but I do have a certain standard for guests in my house."
Growling, Rafe fired his last four rounds. The other wolf was a blur of white, moving ever closer to Rafe with every shot the black wolf took. When Rafe's revolver was out of ammunition, Angelo was right in front of him. The white wolf reached out and, with surprising strength, wrenched the gun from Rafe's hands. Going for his katana, Angelo again moved with lightning speed and disarmed Rafe, the sword clattering to the floor. Nudging Rafe with the flat of his palm, Angelo shoved Rafe against the bookcase, tomes falling from their perch and showering over the hunter. Before he could react, Angelo was on top of him again, and holding Rafe by the muzzle. The black wolf couldn't resist from looking into Angelo's eyes.
"Go to sleep," whispered Angelo. "Go to sleep, and when you awaken, we still speak again."
Fighting it as hard as he could, Rafe felt him inexorably slipping into an inky blackness that claimed him from the inside. Before losing consciousness, he could hear, "You will be fun."
His ears flicked a bit as a slight breeze caressed his body. Cracking his eyes slightly, he could see he was in an immaculate bed, a four-poster style one, made of deep, rich mahogany. The bed beneath him felt like it was stuffed with goose down, and the fabric of the sheets was so soft. He realized he was lying above the blanket, and had been stripped down to nothing but his pants. Looking to his left, he saw a pair of double doors, opened onto a balcony overlooking the hills where he came from. Clearly he had been out for a few hours, as he could tell it was night; the moon was rising into the night sky. The walls of the room were wallpapers with a floral pattern, and decorated with shelves displaying various curiosities and knick-knacks. A few candles burned on the side table, and in a few wall sconces.
"Sleep well?" came a voice from across the room.
Rafe looked up sharply, and saw Angelo standing in the doorway with a silver tray with tea and a couple of pastries on it, wearing a white cotton shirt and tan pants. Try as he may, Rafe found he could not move, or even sit up. He was in his enemy's lair, and utterly paralyzed.
"Don't strain yourself," assured Angelo, "I'll let you up for tea, if you'll behave like a gentleman."
Rafe glared from the bed, but stopped resisting for the moment.
"That's better," said Angelo. As he set the tray down, Rafe suddenly felt as if his arms had become lighter. Sitting up, the black wolf still could not move his legs. Angelo poured him a cup of tea and held it out for Rafe. The hunter made no move to take it, Angelo merely patiently holding it out for his guest. After a moment of silence, Rafe grudgingly took the proffered cup, getting scent of something he was not familiar with. He took a sip, and found it slightly bitter.
"What's in this?" asked Rafe.
Taking a sip from his own cup, Angelo responded, "A bit of nightshade."
Rafe stopped drinking and looked over the top of the cup. "Poison?"
"Oh, Lord, no!" responded Angelo, as if the mere idea were an insult. "Enough for flavor, and maybe some of the more interesting side effects of the flower. Not that it will bother or affect myself, mind you."
Frowning, Rafe set his cup on the side table, leaving the rest of the tea.
"Perhaps later," observed Angelo. "Scone?"
"No," answered Rafe, flatly.
Shrugging, the white wolf left everything else on the tray. "Obviously they do me no good. They taste just fine, but doesn't quite sustain me."
"Why can't I move?" asked Rafe, finally.
Finishing his tea and pouring a bit more, Angelo replied, "I thought it best if you were immobilized while we got to know each other. Given your history, I didn't think a male such as yourself would willingly sit and talk."
"You know nothing about me," snarled Rafe.
"I got to know you a bit while you slept," Angelo informed him. "That you travel, far from home, to hunt my kind. That your fiancee was killed by vampires, and you hold a very dark place in your heart for the ones responsible."
"Monster," muttered Rafe.
"No, Mr. McClintock," started Angelo, standing, "you are the monster. Killing those who wish only to make our lives, our existence, with the way we are. Some call it a curse, others a blessing. It is merely life for me."
"And death for others," growled Rafe. "Taking the life of others to further your own selfish, unnatural desires."
Walking around the edge of the bed, Angelo bent in close to Rafe. The black wolf could feel the other's breath against him. "You know nothing of my desires," whispered Angelo. "I am like nothing you have encountered before."
"You're like all the rest," retorted Rafe.
"On the contrary," stated Angelo, standing back up and walking across the room, his back to Rafe. "I am an original. One of the originals, anyway." He looked over his shoulder to the wolf on the bed. "I have been alive for a very long time. My family was originally a regal line from Italy. I was born in 1321, growing up in the Renaissance. I lived in a mansion, was tended to by servants, and wanted for nothing. In the height of one of the most enlightened moments in time, I was unto a king in my own right. My thirst for knowledge, for experience, was absolute. It was during my need for this experience that took me to a group known as the Rose Brotherhood. Mostly a group of high-society males that liked to drink absinthe from animal skulls and believe themselves to be gods in their hallucinations. But one male, he was different. He didn't engage in the trivial actions and banter of everyone else. In his eyes was the true spark of knowledge and power. Not tangible power that could be held, like gold or a sword, but power of the mind and spirit."
Rafe said nothing as Angelo went on.
"He told me he came from a place of mountains to the north," continued the white wolf. "A place I had never heard of or been to. And he said he was willing to share his power with me, if I so chose. At the age of nineteen, I agreed to it. The night I asked him, we went to his manor and there, he transformed me. One bite, one little bite, was all it took to change my life. I stayed there that night, and we explored so many things. He taught me of the ways of our people, and how to hunt, how to stay hidden. After that, he was gone, his house deserted, and no one in the Brotherhood knew where he went.
"Not long after, the thirst, the need set in. I was clumsy at first, of course. But soon, I was taking to the night and getting what I needed. I tried to sate myself on cows, birds, everything I could, but nothing ever came close to another like what I used to be. I slept all day, realizing the sun was anathema to me now. My parents became suspicious, but assumed it was the whimsical larkings of an adolescent. But I could not hide it forever. When ten years went by and I looked like I had not aged a day, well, parties became concerned. Of course no one looked to the occult to explain it, this was an age of the enlightened. But when no discernable cause for my 'issue' became apparent, fear was the overwhelming emotion that gripped the town. I knew it was a matter of time before I was found, so taking what I could, I fled to the north, where I stayed for a long time. I would pass myself off as the 'son' of the previous owner of the house I was in, or a distant relative. But that, too, soon wasn't working anymore. Around 1730, I came here, to England, and had this mansion built. I thought that living far away from everyone would be best, venturing down only when I needed to feed. I can go quite long without it, actually, after a few sustained feeds. Eventually, it fell into disrepair, except the rooms I use regularly."
Rafe still remained silent.
"You still think of me as some monster," observed Angelo.
"Yes," replied Rafe.
Angelo sighed. "I really do wish you could see it from my perspective. I am here, alone, never having met another like myself. So many of them are so feral, and uncultured."
"Why females so much?" asked Rafe.
Angelo paused for a moment. "You know, I don't know. It becomes like an instinct, I suppose. Maybe because virgin females are less tainted, maybe they taste better. I do know I occasionally take males for..." He paused for a moment and looked at Rafe again. "...pleasure."
Rafe felt uncomfortable as Angelo eyed him for a moment, much the way a deer feels when looking into the eyes of a mountain lion. For the first time ever, Rafe felt like the prey.
"Come here for a moment," commanded Angelo. As he did, Rafe felt his legs free to move again. Gingerly, he swung them over the bed.
"How did you keep me there?" demanded Rafe. "And how did you know of my past?"
Angelo simply closed his eyes and shrugged. "Non lo so. I can touch someone and see into their thoughts and memories. If I so choose, I can make someone do things, control them."
Rafe stepped closer, slowly. "And that's what you did to me." Angelo nodded. Rafe was puzzled. He had heard of vampires being able to hypnotize their prey, but never that they could be controlled to such a degree. He came closer to the vampire, wary of might happen next. When he was within a couple feet of Angelo, he stopped, just standing there. Night air came in through the open doors, stirring around him, feeling fantastic against his exposed fur.
"In my language, we have a word, 'destino.' I believe in english, it translates to 'destiny.' Do you believe in destiny, Mr. McClintock?" asked Angelo.
Rafe stared at the vampire for a moment. "In the sense we are all moving to something that is beyond our control."
Angelo smiled gently and took a step towards Rafe, narrowing the gap between them. "As do I." He appraised Rafe's lithe, sinewy, muscular body for a moment. "As do I," he repeated, almost as if to himself. "I had a male here a few weeks ago, but he proved to be...disappointing."
"That was the husband of a female in town," growled Rafe.
Angelo spread his hands out. "A tragedy to be sure, but not one I can change anymore."
"I can," snarled Rafe, lunging forward. In one fluid motion, Angelo grabbed the black wolf by the throat. Struggling against the vice-like grip, Rafe could only make gurgling noises, and gasp out, "Just do it. Get it over with."
"Oh, my dear sir, we're only beginning," replied Angelo, using his free paw to take Rafe by the muzzle and force him to look right into Angelo's eyes. "Just let go. Embrace our oneness."
Almost immediately, he felt his mind begin to get hazy, like before when he was blacking out. But this was different. He wasn't getting sleepy, or blacking out. It was like his mind was disengaging from his body, like he was looking at himself from the outside and unable to think about what to do for himself anymore. Trying to lift his own arm was becoming a chore, and eventually he just felt like giving up.
"Will you calm down now?" asked Angelo, when he saw the black wolf's eyes begin to gloss over.
"Yes, master," was Rafe's reply, in a quiet voice.
Angelo gave a full smile. "Excellent." One of the perks of a vampire was being able to control others with merely look, that the suggestion over another could be done with so little effort. The last male that came around had been boring, but this wolf seemed to be something special.
Letting go of Rafe's neck, Angelo let the black wolf drop back to the floor. With no indication of pain or discomfort, Rafe just stood there, awaiting an order. Stroking his chin in contemplation, Angelo ordered, "Take off your pants."
Doing as directed, Rafe undid his belt and button, and deftly pulled his pants down over his hips, thighs, and down to his ankles. Stepping out of his pants, he was there nude now, his body revealed for Angelo to see. The black wolf had a nice plump sheath and beautiful testes hanging down between his legs. He was in pristine condition, with a fantastic body. Rafe made no move to cover himself, his arms hanging freely at his sides. Angelo was still just drinking in the wonderful male before him.
"Now," began Angelo, "come undress me."
"Yes," was Rafe's only reply, as he came over and lifted Angelo's shirt over the white wolf's head, letting it fall to floor after taking it off. Shirtless, Angelo also was a prime specimen of maleness. Chiseled chest, defined abs, strong arms, and generally fit figure. His strong bloodline and vampiric traits combined in an impressive display of strength. As Rafe took off his new master's pants, Angelo's own sheath and pouch came into view, still not aroused for the moment. They stood there, naked, with each other, like two adonises.
Angelo ran his paw through Rafe's headfur, then over the back of the black wolf's neck, across his chest, and down his stomach, ending at Rafe's crotch. Cradling Rafe's balls in his paw, he rubbed the orbs gently around. Rafe's breathing intensified, and his heart began to beat faster.
"Like that?" asked Angelo, continuing his diligent rubbing.
"Yes," whispered Rafe.
"You can touch master as well," murmured Angelo. As he said it, Rafe reached over with his own paw and felt around Angelo's groin, landing on the white wolf's sac and caressing it. Angelo had not been touched by a male in such a way in a long time. Most of the males he brought here were never good enough to embrace this sort of thing. He remembered back to the first time he engaged in such acts, the night he was turned, and his life had changed forever. His own master had been so gentle, and kind, and that was how he had always endeavored to treat his guests when he so chose to engage them this way. But his master had been very stern that night about one thing; not everyone could be turned to a vampire. To do that increased the chance of the 'feral' vampires, the ones that fed without regard to themselves or the 'comune,' the ones that did not share their ways. It was to be a life of solitude. But he liked the closeness he felt at times like this, even if it was temporary.
In the midst of their mutual touching, Angelo felt a stirring in his sheath, as his own maleness began to stiffen. Rafe, too, he could feel under his touch, was getting a bit erect inside his furred confinement.
Angelo leaned into Rafe's ears, and whispered, "Do you want to pleasure master?"
"Of course," replied Rafe.
"Then you may," encouraged Angelo.
Letting go of Angelo's sac, Rafe descended lower while Angelo remained standing. Looking down at his pet, the white wolf could just see the top of Rafe's head come to stop in front of Angelo's sheath. The ivory sleeve before Rafe quivered with anticipation and the stimulation it had already received. Angelo was partially erect, but still contained inside his sheath. Rafe leaned forward, and gently worked his tongue inside Angelo's sheath slit, running his tongue over Angelo's cockhead even when it was sitting inside its cover. Letting Rafe do what he wanted, Angelo just enjoyed the sensation, scritching Rafe behind the ears. It always amazed him that, when someone was under his control, they could still act to an extent within the order Angelo gave them. The white wolf had made no indication of licking him or anything like that, Rafe was doing that part on his own. And Rafe's own emerging jet-black cock from his sheath was also of his own arousal, not Angelo's suggestions.
"That's a good boy," whispered Angelo, rewarded his pet with his cock, emerging slowly, almost achingly so, from his sheath directly into Rafe's muzzle. The black wolf received it hungrily into his maw, feeling the slick texture of Angelo's pink cock against his tongue, and liking the sensation. Rafe greedily suckled on Angelo's penis, bobbing his head slightly while he did it, putting his paws on Angelo's hips for balance while he blew his master.
"Mmm...what is it you want?" murmured Angelo through his pleasure.
"Master's cock," replied Rafe, almost as a plaintive whine, briefly taking his muzzle from Angelo's shaft before returning it back to his warm recess. The white wolf admired the vigor with which Rafe sucked him off, his slave's tongue finding every inch of Angelo's seven-inch maleness. His knot was still buried within himself, but he knew with Rafe's zeal, that it wouldn't be for long. Angelo wanted so badly to just grab Rafe by the sides of the head and hump his muzzle, but at the same time wanted to be serviced by the wolf on his knees. Growling deep in his throat, he was content to just feel himself inside the black wolf.
On his knees, Rafe closed his eyes and just enjoyed feeling Angelo's wide shaft inside his muzzle, so warm, even amidst his own heat. He couldn't even remember why he had come here in the first place, only that now he just wanted to serve his master. He felt his own cock was stiff now, his eight inches protruding from his groin between his thighs. But he wasn't concerned with his own pleasure, only Angelo's. At the moment, his main concern was feeling the white wolf's cock spurt and throb inside his muzzle. He was already enjoying the steady beat of Angelo's pulse through his shaft.
As Rafe kept suckling against Angelo's cock, the white wolf felt his knot coming lose from its prison. He gazed down, enjoying watching himself emerge. Angelo had always been fascinated with his own sex, and sexuality. His own great, throbbing knot made him even more excited, especially with the idea that Rafe might be able to take it all into his muzzle.
"Wait," breathed Angelo. Rafe did ask instructed, leaning back on his heels while Angelo went to the wall and reached up onto one of the shelves, taking a silver ring down. Working it down his shaft, he delicately squeezed his knot through it, letting it come to rest at the base of his penis. The cockring engorged his already-sizable maleness, his girth expanding a bit, and making his penis more sensitive. Stepping back over to Rafe, he shoved his now-expanded cock against the black lupine's nose. "Proceed."
All too happily, Rafe swallowed Angelo's shaft back into his muzzle, right up to the knot, feeling the cool metal of the ring and Angelo's soft fur against his nose. Angelo's knot plugged his muzzle up effectively, having to open the side of his muzzle up to let himself breath. But he still loved the exquisite feeling of his master's cock in his maw.
"Take it all," murmured Angelo, breathing deeply, feeling his knot strain against the cockring he had put on, begging for release. "Good boy."
Whimpering in delight, Rafe increased his pace, sliding the underside of Angelo's shaft along his wet tongue and suckling against the white wolf's pulsating knot. Rafe was enjoying that hard throb against his tongue, and knowing how close Angelo was. Everything else had been pushed from his mind, leaving only Angelo's penis.
"Good...boy," susurrated Angelo, feeling a surge from his testes all the way up through his cock and through his head. His shaft flexed, and he felt his heart beat hard in his chest. Pleasure shot through his body like a bolt. Pressing a paw against the back of Rafe's head, he pressed his pet's head and muzzle forward hard against his crotch, flexing his ass and pushing his cock out as much as he could. Deep-throating the black wolf, his cock twitched and pulsed, and released his seed across the back of Rafe's throat. Murring, Angelo unloaded his semen into his new pet and lover, while Rafe greedily sucked it down, enjoying his gift. The flavor, tangy and salty, was better than he had hoped for. The white wolf's orgasm just continued on, Rafe swallowing it all. After a few seconds, it subsided, with Angelo racked with deep breaths, removing his paw from Rafe's head so the lupine could slide Angelo's cock out of his muzzle. He stayed on his knees, licking his lips clean of Angelo's seed.
"That was excellent, pet," murmured Angelo.
"Thank you, sir," whispered Rafe, looking up as his master with obvious pleasure at making his new owner happy.
Taking one of Rafe's paws, Angelo stood the black wolf back up. "There's something else I want from you, pet."
"Anything, my master," agreed Rafe.
Angelo blushed despite himself. "I want you to come to the bed and mount me."
Rafe nodded. "Of course."
Holding Rafe by the paw still, he guided his pet towards the bed. Since he could remember, he had possessed a submissive streak. He always reflected on the irony of dominating someone only to have them top him. But he loved the feeling of being filled, of having someone inside him. Angelo enjoyed having his pets paw him or suck him off, but being topped was what he enjoyed most.
Getting on the bed, Angelo stayed on all fours, looking over his shoulder while pulling his tail up. "Come," he ordered Rafe. Crawling up behind his master, his erection pointing straight out from his body, Rafe just stared at Angelo's perfect, round ass, and his pink pucker in the middle of all the white. The black wolf just wanted to plunge his ebony penis in there, because it was what his master wanted him to do.
"Go ahead," urged Angelo. "Please." Rafe got behind Angelo on his knees, pressing the tip of his cock against the white wolf's rear end, gently humping a little. "I want you inside me," whispered Angelo.
"Yes, my master," replied Rafe, pushing his penis against Angelo's anus, slowly sinking inside. Angelo gasped out at the initial penetration, as he was spread apart by Rafe's wide shaft, which he was willing to gamble was even larger than his own. He felt Rafe's own warmness mingle with his own, both of them coalescing into one sexual being. The black wolf continued to press himself on further, his eight inches disappearing into Angelo's silken insides. To Rafe, it was so smooth, and tight, the epitome of satisfaction. He could feel Angelo's insides cloying around him, teasing him, making his descent inside of the white wolf exquisite.
When Rafe hilted himself, Angelo murred under his breath, delighted to have the bigger lupine inside him. He could feel his pet's pelvis pressed to his ass, telling him that Rafe was indeed all inside him, save the top Angelo could feel throbbing inside Rafe's sheath against his cheeks. Rapidly, Rafe began to withdraw himself, getting three-quarters out of Angelo before thrusting back into his master, the sensation of the white wolf wrapping back around him almost too much to bear. Wrapping his paws around Angelo's hips, he started to thrust in earnest, hearing his master's soft whimpers beneath him. He was delighted his master was enjoying his humping, and it only exhorted him on. Rafe's own breath was coming in ragged gasps now, while Angelo's moaned.
Remembering he still had his cockring on, Angelo's own erection was back again, the cockring not letting his not slip back inside himself. Being pounded in the ass by Rafe, it felt fantastic to have his knot stopped against the metallic object. Each thrust from Rafe sent a wave of pleasure back down his cock, while his slit leaked his spent ejaculate and fresh precum from his pet being so deep inside him.
While Angelo was lost inside his own pleasure, Rafe was building his own, pumping his penis back and forth, in and out, swells of delight building in him and subsiding, only to be renewed with his next push back to Angelo's interior. Growling deep in his throat, Rafe kept breeding his master, pushing so hard against Angelo that the white wolf collapsed forward onto his stomach, Rafe right on top of him, still inside Angelo. Rafe pushed himself up onto his knees, bracing his paws on either side of Angelo on the bed, supporting himself above his master while he resumed his plunges inside and out. Angelo cried out as Rafe resumed, more in pleasure than pain, his knot aching against the ring, but was only enhancing everything he was feeling.
As Rafe was humping his master, he felt his knot come free of his sheath, the bulbous base coming out in its full glory. He kept thrusting into his master, not tying yet. Angelo could feel the other canine's knot against his rear, and mumbled, "Tie your master."
Saying no words, Rafe did as instructed, thrusting against his master one last time and driving his knot inside. Angelo howled as he was tied, the ultimate feeling of fulfillment enveloping him, making all else seem secondary. His pet growled as he sank all the way inside, tying completely. When he was locked inside his master, he orgasmed, harder than he could ever remember having done it before. His warm seed spurt from his tip, covering Angelo's insides. As Rafe came inside him, Angelo also felt his own penis spasm between his stomach and the bed, simultaneous to his pet's explosiveness within him. He gasped out, hearing Rafe continue to growl lowly as their orgasms subsided together. As they both lay there spent, the only sounds were their own breathing, and a gentle chorus of crickets outside.
"Thank you," whispered Angelo.
"For what, master?" asked Rafe, almost puzzled.
"Just...for being here," answered Angelo. It was funny he had manipulated the male that came here to kill him into having sex with him, and that his kind had murdered this male's wife, and set him on this path. Destiny, as he had asked Rafe of earlier, was indeed a strange, twisted road. He didn't know what was at the end of his road, but also realized it didn't matter. His journey had already been longer than most.
Giving Rafe a moment to settle down, they disengaged, Angelo finally taking his cockring off and letting his own penis withdraw back inside, dripping with his fluids, and Rafe's own semen dripping from his ass. He realized that the candles around them were burning low, some of them extinguishing all together, the light of the moon coming in through the doors.
Getting up on his knees, he turned around to face Rafe, seeing the wolf silhouetted in silver moonlight from outside. He was so serene, so passive for a male with such malice in his heart over the death of a loved one. But now, it was time for Angelo do what he must.
"Rafe, I'm going to feed on you now," started Angelo. "It will be painless, I assure you."
Rafe nodded. "As you wish, master."
Bowing his head, Angelo approached the black wolf, leaning against him so they both fell back against the mattress, Angelo on top of his pet, now his lover, and soon his prey. He could still smell their entwined musk around them, and feel the last bit of Rafe's arousal against his thigh. Before he could stop himself, he clamped his muzzle around Rafe's neck, sinking his fangs deep into the flesh there, feeling the black wolf's warm, life-giving fluid flow into his neck. He drank, feeding himself as the moon rose higher, and the Autumn night silently went on.
Standing on the balcony outside the bedroom, Angelo looked down over the trees, across to the town, which seemed very far away. He could see lanterns coming on now that twilight had faded and night had claimed the land. Angelo had not fed in some time now, leaving the village to resume its normal functions and routine. He had slaked his thirst for now, being able to go a surprisingly long while between his feasts, especially if he were slumbering in between.
The curtain stirred behind him, and the black figure appeared there, nude, looking at the moon. "What a lovely night."
"Yes, it is," agreed Angelo, making room for his mate on the balcony. Rafe stood next to him, Angelo putting his arm around Rafe.
At the last moment, he had decided to turn Rafe, rather than killing him through feeding. Rafe had been the first male he had felt connected with beyond the sex. The first he could have seen spending a lifetime, or several lifetimes with. And in the couple weeks since their night together, he had found it to be a good choice. Angelo had released most of his control over Rafe, though the wolf was still his. He had blocked Rafe's memories of his fiancee, previous life, and how he came to be here. His only pause had been if Rafe was going to have feelings for Angelo, or their relationship would be from the residual hold Angelo kept on the black lupine, he wasn't sure. In the end, he decided it didn't matter. There was someone here to share the night with, that was mostly willingly sharing their body with him. With someone like Rafe, he could live a thousand years and be happy.
Nuzzling against Rafe, Angelo rubbed his wolf's belly, while Rafe smiled and nuzzled back. Rafe wasn't sure how he got here with this male, but he was happy he did. When he tried to remember anything from before, it was like his brain was in a haze, and he just gave up. It probably wasn't worth remembering. He knew he wasn't always a vampire, that his mate had made him this way. In a way, though, he was happy for it. His life would be extended far beyond that of mortals, and in return, he would only need feed on occasion to perpetuate his life. Angelo had been teaching him in the ways of the vampire, preparing him for his first hunt. Rafe would need to feed soon, before the two of them could settle down and enjoy each other. Tomorrow, probably, would be his first trip down near the town.
"Ready for tomorrow?" asked Angelo.
"Yes," replied Rafe, turning to look at the white wolf. "I think I am."
Angelo smiled a bit. "Why don't we go back inside and...unwind?"
Picking his mate up in his arms, Rafe walked back towards the bedroom. "It's like you read my mind."
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"Any recommendations?" Zin says, folding her arms and surveying the harem of the Eldest. They came in all varieties (at least, all varieties of Faoikith, with a few others that I suppose may be of a different sect), with some being taller or shorter, slimmer or curvier, and coming in different shades and styles. "I shouldn't need any more than two."
The girl Zin was talking to, a remarkably short but full-figured character in one of the trashiest dresses I've ever seen, taps a finger to her lips and gazes out among the masses. "Just two, hm? Well, the twins work quite well together if you're going for a quick decision. Hand-picking may take too long if the Eldest is in a rush..."
I suddenly hear a joyous squeak from the back of the harem, two Kith girls breaking away from idly making out to reveal a pair of identical Kith girls, both nude but for loincloths. They have rosy pink skin like that of a rose, and handlebars of a deep Pacific-blue coloration. They're also both very slim, almost waifish in appearance, with small breasts and tiny waists -- if it weren't for their exuberantly seductive postures I'd be getting a bit of a jailbait vibe from them.
"Yes, we'll do it!" One of the twins says excitedly.
"Wait, what are we supposed to be doing?" The other twin chirps, touching one fingertip to her lips in a comically curious expression.
"We have an outsider on our hands," Zin says solemnly, gesturing to me with a quick glance. "An outsider that claims some... anatomical differences to humans. She has to undergo an official interrogation and we have a deadline." I still have no idea why saying I have a dick got me into all of this. Am I supposed to be the chosen one or some shit?
"Why am I getting the feeling that this is going to be really weird?" I say, folding my arms.
"It will be," Zin admits, "I'll do my best to make the process... comfortable, though. Meet the twins, Elle and Ella -- they'll be assisting me." Elle and Ella, how imaginative. The twins wave excitedly to me with exuberant smiles and I exhale. Well, it's better than being executed, and honestly the twins are pretty hot in their own weird way.
"Alright, enough with the vagueness -- assisting you in what?"
Zin sighs softly and reaches out, taking my hand gently and leading me deeper into the harem room, past something I would attempt to describe as a door were I not certain that I'd fail. Inside the next room is a massive, oblong bed, with closets and and dressers on the sides, holding I know not what. "What you claimed is very rare for humans. As far as I know, it's unheard of," Zin tries to explain to me but she sounds a bit awkward. Either she's out of her depth or this is as weird for her as it's about to be for me. "However, it's common among the Kith. We need to run some... tests, some tests that you may find invasive."
As Zin does her best to tactfully explain, Elle and Ella have gotten close to each other, caressing one another's lithe figures and tracing slim figures across tone stomachs. I have no idea what the rules on intimacy or childbirth are, when it comes to the Kith, but considering Zin's lack of reaction I can only assume that incest isn't a particularly large concern. I start speaking but leave my eyes on the twins, oddly captivated as they start gently kissing each other. "I noticed that all of you seemed female, but are you saying that all of the Kith have di--" My question is answered before I finish asking it, as the twins pull away each other's loincloths, revealing long, firm rods that have already reached full stiffness, leaning in to each other to press the spongy tips together. "...Oh."
"Yes, we do," Zin says sheepishly, tugging at the bottom of her half-shirt a bit awkwardly. "And... in order to confirm some things, we'll have to get the exact details on your sexual anatomy." With a small shift of her hand, she lifts her shirt up, revealing a single full breast, slightly larger than mine (proportionately, of course). Folding my arms is now no longer enough, and I awkwardly squeeze them around my body.
"Um, so... that means what I think it does, doesn't it?"
"The twins and I are going to have sex with you, outsider."
"And if I do this, I get to live?"
Zin chews her bottom lip awkwardly. She isn't in charge of what happens to me and I can tell she doesn't want to make any promises she can't keep. "It will help your chances, yes, depending on the outcome."
I nod slowly, glancing over to the twins. They're really going at it now, and Elle is pinned against the wall while Ella nuzzles her adorably-small breasts -- though I notice that her eyes stay on me. They're occupying themselves while they wait for the real fun to start, and I suppose it's up to me to get this show on the road. With a deep breath I lift my Distillers tee over my head, tossing it aside and revealing my own modest chest, not quite so boyish as the twins' but not so womanly as Zin's either, a comfortable B cup. Zin allows herself a weak smile.
"Not bad," the Kith girl says, shrugging all the way out of her own shirt and tossing it aside before hopping onto the bed. She's nice enough to make a seductive show of things, crawling to the edge on all fours so that I can see a cute pair of white panties under her skirt. "We don't have much time, but I'll try to be gentle."
"What do you need the twins for?" I ask, unbuckling my tanker boots and sitting up on the edge of the bed, my eyes lingering on the rosy-skinned minxes who are now watching me more intently. "Do they monitor us, or something?"
"We need to test your *full* anatomy, outsider," Zin says. "That means more than just your genitals. Your breasts, nipples, anus; all of you must be inspected -- it will be faster with three of us."
So it was to be a gangbang then.
I can cope with a gangbang.
And honestly, the twins' performance is getting me a bit stiff which will make this fun, and I've never been with a girl like me before. If I look at this the right way it can actually be fun, so why the hell not? I allow myself a small smile and slowly slide my panties off before tossing them at the twins, turning back to Zin and giving her a sultry stare. "Well, then let's do this shit -- this may be my last fuck so the three of you had better keep up."
Zin offers a small smile and leans in to me, kissing me hard and pressing her chest against mine -- it's a little weird kissing a girl who's so much smaller than I am, but I acclimate quickly, lifting my skirt to expose my own full, pulsing shaft. While I realize that I'm a good bit bigger than the Kith overall, I still get a naughty thrill when I notice that my dick's a good bit heftier than Elle's or Ella's, and considering the bulge under Zin's own skirt, hers as well. I nibble gently at the lavender-skinned girl's throat, holding her against me for a moment to work myself up. They want to experiment on me, they have to warm up the oven first.
It's a mild, but pleasant, surprise when I feel Ella's (at least I think it's Ella) hands slide along my sides, slipping in front of me to take a gentle hold of my breasts, rubbing them in slow circles, her thumbs flicking along the steel bars lacing my stiff pink nipples. I exhale a little ragged breath as she teases my sensitive nubs with her fingertips, relaxing and embracing the pleasure she gives me as I hold and kiss Zin, who is actually really getting into this. Her skirt tents as her cock pushes past the waistband of her panties, and I carefully lift it all the way with my free hand, nibbling her lip as I glance down to examine it. Her cock, as I suspected, is a bit smaller than mine but good for her size, the same pale purple as the rest of her, and very nicely shaped. I smirk.
"Like it?" Zin coos, unclasping her skirt and tossing it aside before kissing me again gently.
"Mhm," I nod, nibbling at her jawline as Ella teases me, before shifting my hips forward to press my rod against hers the same way the twins just had, grinding into the gatekeeper who had ushered me into this strange new world.
I suddenly hear a giggle, a soft kissing sound, then a few more giggles coming from behind me, and Ella firmly twists both of my nipple piercings. I close my eyes, breaking the kiss with Zin and releasing a harsh gasp of pleasure, a little trickle of precum leaking from my cocktip and along Zin's. "H-hey, those are sensitive--!" I quickly exclaim.
"Her body reacts like a woman's," Elle says with slight shock. "Her breasts are so tender and sensitive, and they feel so real..." I decide not to break the news that there have been medical breakthroughs in transgender operations that allow large changes in the sensitivity of breasts -- they don't apply to me anyway, and if it's that little tidbit that's gonna save my life she can just hold onto it.
"That's because I *am* a woman," I retort awkwardly before glancing down at my dick squashed against Zin's and imagining how silly that would sound to most humans. Whatever.
"It's alright, outsider," Zin says with a little smile, pushing me back lightly so that I'm laying in Ella's lap. "It's a good thing."
Well, score one for Maxie I guess. But I wish she'd tell me the 'good things' before the results were already weighed so I can make up bullshit excuses if I really need to. Ella cranes her neck down, pulling me up a little bit so that she can kiss and lick at one of my nipples, which apparently still need testing. I release an intense, instinctive moan which only increases when Elle pounces me from the other side, closing her lips firmly around my free breast and beginning to suckle, her hands roaming over my stomach and arms. I could get used to this if I had to, to be honest.
"What are you testing for, again?" I groan out between gasps of enjoyment. I'm beginning to feel a tense sensation in both breasts and my nipples are sticking out like tiny impaled top hats.
Zin shakes her head, then kisses my stomach. "Don't worry about it," she coos, before getting on all fours and lifting my skirt again, folding the top back and stroking her long, slightly forked(?!) tongue over the underside of my shaft.
"F-fuck!" I cry out, my body getting tense. "Hnn-n... I..." I babble, but it doesn't go much of anywhere.
"Relax," Zin says again, kissing my tip before closing her lips around it, suckling at it like the first tastes of a popsicle, where you're still afraid it might freeze to your lips. I close my eyes and lean back, trembling very slightly -- between the twins outright nursing from each breast, and now the gatekeeper proceeding to go down on a dick that I'm pretty confident is too big for her to handle, death is starting to seem like it'll be worth it.
"Look at how much she likes it!" the twins look up and utter in unison, before turning to each other and glaring briefly. "Don't copy me!" they both squawked, again simultaneously, before pouting. I'd laugh if Zin's lips weren't now closed around one of my balls, tenderly suckling at it. Hell, I let out a muffled giggle anyway, especially when Elle and Ella share a tiny make-up kiss before returning their attention to my nipples.
"Oh look, the tip of this one is getting wet!" Ella says happily.
"That's because you're sucking on it, you goof," Elle reprimands her sister. "Your mouth is wet."
Ella shakes her head, flicking my nipple with her tongue and then rubbing it dry with her thumb. "Nuh uh, check yours. They're moist."
I blush hotly, trying to ignore them. It had always been a 'fun' little thing -- while I can't honestly say I lactate I do get a little bit of moist discharge from my nipples from time to time, and I guess that's what the twins are noticing now. They redouble their licking and suckling and (occasionally) even biting, and I stop trying to contain my blissful spasms.
"She's sooo sensitive," Elle remarks.
"Girls, calm down," Zin says playfully, dragging her tongue back up along the length of my tool. "You're distracting her. We want the test to go well, don't we?"
"Well technically we haven't tested everything yet, even if she does seem to be passing so far," Ella remarks, looking down at Zin with a thoughtful expression. She then shifts her weight (along with me, still in her lap) and wriggles beneath me a bit more, and a notice something sliding between my asscheeks before popping out. I furrow my brow and lean up, looking down -- Ella's dick has popped out from between my thighs, now resting along the underside of my own shaft and in front of Zin. "Can you be a dear and get me wet, Zinny? I'm in the best position to give the outsider her..." she giggles, "...invasive examination."
Zin tilts her head to the side with an accepting expression. "True," she murmurs, before getting a naughty look. She wraps her lips firmly around the crown of my shaft and slides down a few times, getting the entire thing moist before grabbing Ella's cock with one hand and forcing it against mine and, with a great deal of effort, into her mouth.
My eyes widen at the impressive display but I try to stay composed, despite the pretty fucking intense sensation. Ella's distracted from suckling at me but the feeling of her rod pressed flush against mine, Zin's saliva dribbling over both of us as she attempts a very messy and challenging doubleral, is absolutely fucking amazing. My eyes roll into the back of my head and I flop backward, only for Elle to embrace me.
Breathing heavily, I glance up to the other twin with a questioning look as she gets close and kisses me firmly, giggling between sweet smooches. "I think we need to put this mouth to good use. It may not be part of the test, but Ella and I aren't always known for playing by the rules."
I actually get a little nervous. While I had a brief "straight" phase in college that didn't go well, I'd never had a dick in my mouth before. Played around with them, sure. Even had one in my ass once. But my trysts with males were always too fleeting to include something like a blowjob, especially since they were generally all terrified of the fact that I had a dick too. I inhale uneasily but then nod, and Elle slides over to share a quick kiss with her twin sister before getting off the bed and standing up.
I close my eyes briefly when Zin goes deeper, Ella's and my cocks firmly joined within the cozy embrace of Zin's throat. She splutters and then gags, saliva streaming down both of us now, before she pulls up with a gasp. When I can open my eyes again without risk of sensory overload, I see Elle's shaft standing imposingly in front of my face, and I shyly lean in to flick my tongue across the tip. It tastes nice actually, fresh and flowery and very reminiscent of all of the Glade I've experienced so far.
"Elle, you know that's not part of the experiment," Zin chastises, kissing one of my balls. "You should be helping me down here."
"Don't feel like it," Elle says with an evil giggle before setting one knee up on the bed, giving me better access to her rod. Stll breathing heavily, I take her tip into my mouth and start slowly moving back and forth, hesitant but getting a naughty thrill out of sucking the Kith girl's dick. "Besides," she continues, "You don't wanna overload the poor thing, especially since Ella's itching to start fucking her."
Oh shit. I forgot about that. I cough slightly and lean back, nuzzling Elle's dick and looking down between my legs. Ella's cock isn't there anymore, and I suddenly feel that peculiar sensation between my asscheeks again... though this time it's a good deal wetter. "Whoa there..." I begin, but Zin shakes her head.
"This is part of the test, outsider," she warns, but then offers me a smile. "Here, why don't I try to make it up to you?"
I lazily slurp at the tip of Elle's crown as Zin lifts her weight up, kissing my smooth, pale stomach again before lifting her tits with both hands, gently sliding my slick cock between them and pressing the plush, silky globes together. I gasp quietly, starting to close my eyes and relax -- and then immediately opening them again and letting out an excited squeal when I feel Ella breach me. It happens all at once, honestly, or at least it feels like it. Her wet tip presses against the smooth pink rink of my asshole before sliding upward and inside, drilling in a good few inches on the first go and stretching my backdoor around her.
Now, while I mentioned that the Kith had smaller dicks than I did, and it was true -- mine is bigger than average, and so are theirs. Ella's seems to be around the seven inch mark and now about half of that monster is in my butt. While this isn't... *entirely* unwelcome, it also isn't something I was totally prepared for. I let out a few harsh squeaks, spluttering my saliva over Elle's prick and twitching spasmodically, my hands making fists in the sheets.
"Hmmm... interesting," Ella notes, letting her cock lay against my face as I continue my silent scream of pure feeling, still unable to decide if what I'm feeling is pain or pleasure. "Her reaction isn't entirely negative. Keep going, sister... I think she's coming around to it."
Tears form in my eyes and my breathing goes from heavy panting to spastic huffing, my entire body shaking like a leaf in the rain. It's Zin's tits that start bringing me around -- seeming concerned, she starts to move them up and down, slowly at first but quickly gaining speed. While her breasts aren't huge they're big enough for this, and at a quick glance I notice that she's toying and tugging at her own nipples with her fingers... Zin's enjoying this.
"Fuck, ffffuuuuuu-uuck," I mewl out pitifully as Ella increases her pace, now slowly sliding her dick in and out of my snug backside, causing a renewed spasm with each rotation. I tilt my head in an attempt to distract myself and shove Elle's cock into my mouth, sucking at it more deeply now, more desperately as the heat in my body builds. I'm being assaulted from three angles and honestly, my nipples are still buzzing from the attention they'd received earlier. Elle's warnings about overloading me may have been valid, as I'm starting to feel like I can't handle any more of this without exploding. Ella is increasing her pace even further, and with each thrust I pump my hips upward instinctively in a simultaneous effort to "escape" her cock drilling in my ass, and shove my own shaft between Zin's breasts again.
"She's pretty good at this when she tries, you know," Elle says with a little giggle, taking a fistful of my hair and sighing contently, working her hips in smooth tandem with the bobbing of my head. While I don't want to admit it, this is all starting to feel amazing -- whether it's individually or simply as a group effort, even Ella's increasingly ruthless sodomizing is starting to be a huge turn on. Zin leans down to flick her tongue over my crown, but then hesitates.
"She's not pulling away anymore," she notes idly.
"Hm?" Elle chirps.
"She used to pull away when Ella thrusted into her -- now she's backing into it." Zin leaned back, her face splitting into a huge smile. "She likes it."
"G-good sign...?" I whimper, drool leaking from the corner of my mouth.
"Very good sign," Zin doesn't drop her grin, flicking her tongue along my cock again and then sliding up beside me, pressing her shaft back against mine. "You're doing well so far, but we do have one more test, I think."
"Whas'that?" I groan, nibbling at Elle's foreskin idly. "You've already tested every part of me..."
"Individually, we did," Elle begins.
Zin finishes for her. "But not every combination. We need to see if you can get off from stimulation of your ass -- without simultaneous stimulation of your penis."
I manage to find enough lucidity to arch a brow. What the fuck? I'm starting to feel like I'm some kind of porno. How can my destiny *really* be dependent on whether or not I can experience an anal orgasm?
"Don't worry," Zin continues hurriedly, though I'm not sure what she was reading on my face. "I'll help you." She smiles and presses the tip of her cock against Ella's before starting to push it forward, and my eyes widen to max capacity.
"What the fuck are y--?!" I start to squeal, but it's too late. I let out a shriek of intense pleasure and more than a little pain as Zin stuffs her cock in beside Ella's, breaching me once again and now double-stuffing my inexperienced ass. I thought this stuff was only for porn stars, man.
"Oh wow, you're really stretching her out," Elle comments, now giving up on trying to get me to blow her. While I'm doing my best it's just too much work between talking and screaming, and the rosy harem-girl seems just as content to stuff her dick into her sister's mouth, who starts eagerly slurping at it. "Are you sure this is safe for her?"
Zin lays one hand on my breast and leans in, suckling at my neck briefly before answering. "If she is as the Eldest suspects, she can handle it. If not... it likely won't matter." She works herself in another inch or two, and though she hasn't started thrusting yet Ella is still taking me to pound-town. I shriek wildly, arching my back and shifting my entire body back and forth, not sure whether I'm supposed to be pushing back and forward. In my defense, I think I'm doing both at this point.
"Mmn, start fucking her Zinny, your dick feels great next to mine..." Ella whimpers, now suckling at her twin's balls while Elle strokes herself.
"She needs time to adjust," Zin whispers, trying to soothe me with kisses to my cheeks and shoulders, starting to adopt a very very slow rhythm in spite of the fact that she could likely get off just from Ella and my movements. I start twitching freakishly like a Silent Hill nurse, my entire body contracting and contorting. I lift both my legs up and slide them behind my head, trembling and forcing myself to watch the two Kith violate me. As much as it hurts and as much as I feel violated it's so fucking *hot* to see both beauties sliding their cocks in and out of my ass, and while I wasn't expecting it... I'm still fully hard. And not even just hard, but harder than before -- I feel my balls start to tighten and lift, and I rake my black-painted fingernails roughly across Zin's back, leaving deep violet marks.
"Nnahhhhh!!" I wail out, tears streaming down my face as I take my double-anal stuffing like the bitch I am. Muscular action makes my cock bounce and jump and shift on its own, and Zin is picking up her pace now. Both cocks are ramming into me at a staggered pace, never at equal depth at the same time. Hell, even the sound of Ella sucking off her sister (and, God help me, the fact that those two *are* sisters) is getting me hot as hell. I'm not sure how much more of this I can take and I'm starting to suspect that the anal orgasm isn't a myth after all.
"She's close, Ella," Zin whispers, firmly nipping at my breast with her teeth. "Give her all you've got. Make her scream. We can still save her."
"Wait, save her?" Elle chirps curiously, looking down at me. "You never told me she was on trial, Zin."
"Well I'm telling you now! If you want to join, feel free!"
"Maybe next time," I hear Elle murmur behind me (thank God). "I don't think that'd be much help at this point."
Ella gurgles out something around her sister's dick but it isn't very impactful on the conversation. I'm barely listening anyway. Zin and Ella have just reached a state of sync and currently both of their dicks are as deep as they'll go in my ass, and you know what... I fucking quit. I seriously can't even at this point. On one front I never thought something like this could feel so amazing, especially as ruthlessly as they're abusing my butt. I lose all grasp on what's happening around me as I unleash a hellish banshee-wail, every muscle contracting (and my legs cramping slightly) as my cock pulses, then pulses again, the second throb heralded a powerful releasal of spunk. I'm powerless to stop it, or even direct it, and as those two thick Kith cocks drill me I unleash spurt after spurt of my own cum over my face and chest, totally drenching myself in the stuff in my personal culmination of tonight's events.
"Yes!" I vaguely hear a cheer from somewhere near me. My body lays completely inert and borderline useless but for the tiny twitches in my fingertips and toes. I hear another murmur of "she did it!" followed by a more surly grumble of "but I didn't cum yet."
There is an intense sliding feeling as Zin's dick slides free of me, quickly followed by Ella's. There are some shifting sounds and I collapse onto the bed, no longer with Ella's body supporting me. Weakly, I open my eyes to see all three girls standing above me, mutually stroking and groping one another with me in the middle.
Huh. A circlejerk.
Technically I guess that's another first.
It's only a few more minutes before I start to feel myself get latticed with lines of Kith spunk, the thick goo completely frosting my face, chest, and stomach, with some of it even getting in my hair. I can't even hear their screams of climax above the pounding in my own ears.
Still gasping weakly, I hear another shifting sound, followed by a familiar but unwelcome voice. "How did she perform?" the voice barks out. I know who's speaking -- it's the Eldest. It must be.
"I think you may be interested to know," -- Zin's voice -- "She passed each test. With flying colors, actually. You know what that means, Eldest."
"You can't possibly believe that--"
"It doesn't matter what I believe, your grace. We base our conclusions on this test, as we always have. The only possibility is that this outsider -- Maxie -- is half-Kith."
...
Oh.
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A Little Wiggle Jenna sneezed. A few dark glances turned her way from the other women in the office. She sniffed and wiped her nose with a tissue. Marcy even gave her a dark look.
“Take that shit home, Jenna, we don’t need to get sick.” Marcy whispered harshly.
“I’m not sick, you know that. It’s my condition.” Jenna wiped her nose again, noting the tip was a bit pinker than she liked to admit.
“Shit again? You just had that last week.” Marcy hissed back.
“Don’t remind me. I hope it’s not a bit of karma for messing with the new girl the other day.”
“I don’t think your little note was enough to trigger the karma gods. Damn but was she a mess that afternoon. Squirming in her chair, trying to hide under that coat.” Mercy giggled a little of the image of Priscilla desperately trying to hid the changes. Hers weren’t so serious she couldn’t do so, but she definitely was uncomfortable and she refused to get up from her desk. Obviously, she didn’t realize that every woman in the office suffered some level of cursed affliction.
“Well, regardless, I’m pretty sure this is mine acting up again. Fuck. I know James is going to be thrilled, but damn, I had plans for tonight.”
Marcy tried to sound sympathetic, “It’ll be okay, it’s just another day.”
Jenna harrumphed. “Easy for you to say.”
“Look we’ve all got our own crosses. Roll with it. It’s not like yours isn’t among the more fun anyway.” Marcy made a rude gesture with her fingers.
Jenna set about packing up. Most of the women politely refused to acknowledge the other’s when this happened. Vi was the real exception, still treating it as a big secret, and Priscilla was just finding out that joining this office came with some unusual benefits.
By the time she got to sending the out of office email to the boss she could already feel the changes taking hold. Her nose wiggled. God, she hated that.
Grabbing her hat and coat she started for the elevators. Thankfully it was only mid-morning, and they were quiet. She was able to ride down alone. Which was good because she could already feel the burning lust building. Fuck. She wanted it. She rubbed herself through her dress even as her ears pricked. By the time she hit the ground floor her feet felt wedged in her shoes and her panties were soaked. The tip of her nose was decided twitchy now too. Thankfully she lived only a few blocks away and walked to work, but on days like today she didn’t really want to be seen. She put on the coat to hide what she could. Her hat pulled down just as tightly even though it was starting to hurt to do so. The shoes would just have to wait.
By the time she got to the door of her apartment building she could feel the wiggle under her coat above her ass. She grimaced a little hoping she could hold on long enough to at least get in the door.
The ride up the elevator was the longest one. Thankfully no other residents were about. It was getting hard to hide the twitching.
By the time she forced her way in the door she was panting. She tossed her coat and hat aside, freeing her ears, now stretching long and furry above her head. Pulling off her slacks she barely could force them over her growing feet. She wiggled her toes, now only four, but attached to a very long thick padded foot.
Fur was creeping over them too, and would soon cover her up to her hips. She knew this would happen. She checked her tail, it wiggled behind her, a puff of fluff. Her nose wiggled too, very pink now and slightly upturned. Thankfully she’d never grown whiskers or teeth to match. James might be less enamored of the teeth.
Freeing herself from what remained of her cloths she shifted her hips, letting them pop out into her wider stance. It took a moment, but each gave a solid, satisfying snap. She couldn’t ignore the warmth in her groin now. It demanded. Sadly, James wasn’t home. She wanted him. No, she needed him.
She grabbed out her phone and texted him as she made her way to the bedroom. No response. She tossed the phone aside onto the dresser and pulled open the drawer that held her sex toys. They were never enough. Still they were better than nothing as she grabbed two dildos. In her current state she didn’t even bother grabbing the lube.
Slamming the suction cup of the larger one the wall, she brought her swelling sex in line with it. Not wasting time with ceremony, she rammed deep within her needy cunt. She moaned. Bringing the other to her lips she began to felicitate it, kissing and sucking it as she rode the other.
So, engrossed in her play she never heard the phone chirp, or even the door open. Her eyes widened when she saw her lover in front of her. “Yes,” she whispered. Her hands pawing at his pants. She couldn’t wait. She needed more, she needed him. She could smell him. Her fingers reaching for his cock. She pulled the already hardening phallus into her hand. Drooling she slipped it between her lips, even as she continued to hump the wall, her tail twitching, her toes curling. So close, so close she thought. She could feel him hardening in her mouth. She sucked and licked and kissed him, fondling his balls with her free hand, while the other reached between her legs and toyed with her clit. Pushing him back onto the bed, she slid of the dildo, and pounced atop him. He barely had time to get a condom on before she was atop him. He filled her. She rode him for a moment before he shifted and threw her to the bed, he breasts pressed against the sheets as her bunny tailed ass wiggled waiting for him to dominate her. His cock slid back in now, as she squirmed and moaned, her hips pressing back into his. She couldn’t cum without him. It was so frustrating. Now she let the waves wash over her as he pressed down. Her plump backside felt the stinging slap of the flat of his hand, making her squeak in pleasure and pain.
It was over faster than she wanted as she could feel her muscles clench, pulling at him as he orgasmed. She wanted to feel that spray, and frowned a bit at the condom’s denial of her wish, but she still let the ebb of her orgasm wash over her even as she slowly sank down around her, cuddling his soft bunny in his massive arms.
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Simba sighed heavily as he paced around Priderock, the sun just risen a few minutes ago and already the Pridelands were scorching hot. He looked around sniffing the air trying to catch a scent of any signs of his wife and daughter, making sure that they were really gone. Since Nalla and Kiara decided to take a short vacation out of the Pridelands he was going to make his move on Kovu since it was just the two of them. He had fond feelings for the young lion, and he wanted to share them with him, but he was afraid. Never in his whole life would he had suspected that he would love another male lion. He didn't even know if that was part of the Great circle of Life. He wanted to consult Rafiki the old baboon Shaman about his problems, but he knew that wouldn't help.
He kept pacing, his paws scratching against the smooth rocky surface of Priderock. The other lionesses were out as well leaving the rock all to himself and Kovu. When he imagined himself as King when he was a cub, he never imagined this day in a million years. The young lion that joined his pride was so...hansom and cute. He had never imagined himself thinking these thoughts...
He raised his head and gasped, Kovu was approaching Priderock from his morning hunt. Simba crouched down on all fours trying to make himself invisible, but he knew that the young lion had already seen him.
"Simba?" the hansom voice of Kovu came as he leaped up on the steps of Priderock looking around.
"Over...over here Kovu," Simba stuttered as he tried to keep calm.
"Is something wrong sir?" He asked as he approached.
Simba's eyes observed every inch f the young lion, from his mane to his ass which was perfectly smooth and round, his tail swaying slightly with a black tip.
"Since we are alone after all Kovu, there has been something I've been ugh, meaning to tell you," Simba started his voice trying to crack on him from nervousness.
"What is it Simba?" Kovu questioned smelling the anxiety in Simba.
"Your not like yourself sir," He added.
"Like I said, since we are alone I have had the sudden urge to um...how do we put it? Mate with you," he at last said lowering his head his red mane flowing down like a river of blood.
Kovu looked at Simba for the longest of moments in silence. The silence was so awkward that even the birds had ceased their morning song.
"You want to mate with another male lion?" Kovu questioned looking at him directly in the eyes.
"I know it sounds...strange and unusual, but ever since you arrived I had this strange infatuation for you," Simba said trying to explain his feelings.
"I ugh...I know how you feel, I've been meaning to tell you the same thing Simba, for I feel the same way about you," He said looking up at his king smiling.
Simba lifted his head up in shock and looked at Kovu.
"You like me as well?" He questioned his ears flickering slightly.
"Yes, every chance I get I always observe your body, and in my head I imagine you dominating me like you would Nalla during the mating seasons," Said Kovu a small hint of rosey blush appearing over his muzzle.
Simba chuckled softly and walked up towards Kovu, pushing his muzzle against Kovu's in a deep kiss.
At first Kovu did''t know how to respond to the kiss, but slowly melted away when he felt Simba's tongue reach inside kissing him back passionitly.
"Do you want to try?" Simba questioned.
"I do have an erection," He added looking between his legs. His sheath was hard as a rock and a bit of his member was poking out from it.
"Yes sire," Kovu replied turning around rising his tail revealing his tight ass.
Simba walked towards the young lion purring happily.
"Maybe we should go further into the cave," Simba said as he then began to walk back deeper into the Rock, making sure that Kovu followed.
Once they reached the darker end of the cave did Simba return his attention to Kovu's ass. He lifted his muzzle up right into it, his tongue came out from his muzzle and began to rim the tight hole of Kovu's ass. His tongue slips inside it tasting his insides and began to lick around the walls opening it up slowly for his cock.
Kovu let out a loud moan, purring loudly as his claws extracted and began to scrap against the stone floor as he observed King Simba's movements.
"Oh that feels good," Kovu said purring really enjoying the feel of Simba's tongue against his prostate.
Simba kept rimming Kovu, until he was nice and open, he then got on top of him, his front paws wrapping around his waist, his rear slowly bending back as his cock reached its destination.
"Ready?" Simba asked purring deeply.
"Ready," Kovu replied gasping when suddenly he felt Simba's large cock slowly insert itself inside his tailhole. He lets out a moan as he closed his eyes his claws digging into the stone.
Simba clenched his jaws shut as his cock slowly pushed inward. This was the feeling that he was longing to feel. It was so different with Kovu then it was with Nalla.
"Oh your tight,' Said Simba as he slowly thrust his hips against the other male lion purring loudly feeling the pressure of Kovu's tail hole against his hardening cock.
"You're so big Simba," Panted Kovu feeling his own cock submerging from his sheath.
Kovu moans loudly, feeling the older lion's cock going in and out of his tailhole, his eyes close as he panted heavily feeling himself get harder and harder, his right paw lifts up as he supports himself wih his legs and other paw and slowly began to stroke his own cock which was fully erect.
"Oh fuck yeah," Simba growled slightly placing his head against Kovu's shoulder as he kept moving his cock ramming Kovu's tailhole.
"I think...I think I'm getting close," Panted Simba as he growled slightly his hips thrusting deeply.
"Hold it Simba, this feels...feels so good," Kovu said grunting slightly stroking his cock with the pads of his cock grunting heavily feeling his prostate get rammed by the King's large cock.
"I don't...I don't think," Simba went faster, and faster his hips thrust hard feeling his orgasm reach its peak. He lifts his head roaring loudly when suddenly a river of white shoots into Kovu's tailhole, he removes himself just in time to spread some over Kovu's ass, painting the maroon fur of Kovu in a creamy white panting heavily as he collapsed.
Kovu moaned loudly still stroking his member as he turned around.
"Suck it Simba," He said purring.
Simba grinned and then opened his muzzle and began to lick the lion's cock, tasking that sweet saltiness as he laid on all fours against the lion, his head between his legs. His muzzle wraps over the large member of Kovu's cock and began to suck on it, his tongue gently wraps around the large cock as he sucked on it hard.
Kovu moans loudly arching his back as he panted heavily his eyes going glassy as he pants.
"Oh Simba, I'm...I'm Cuming!" He growls loudly as he thrust his hips once more his eyes closing tight.
Simba tasted salt as he lifted his head, he then was showered with a sea of cum that spurted out from Kovu's cock. The seamen painted his red mane and tanned face a creamy white as he observed Kovu's expression who looked at him panting. Simba watched Kovu's body rise and fall with his breathing.
He then crawled up towards Kovu, resting himself on top of the young lion as he kisses him deeply allowing the both of them to share the taste of Kovu's seamen.
The lions laid there for the longest of moments, from that moment on he knew that the story of Priderock was altered, that he had fallen in love with another male, and that the path had been changed and that him and Kovu will be mates forever... Was this apart of the Circle of Life? | The Circle of Life (KovuXSimba) (Short Story) by Prince Seren | [
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*Another short one which yet again has no sex to speak of. Maybe I should get some Viagra(?). It's a total fabrication and none of the names are real. Hope you enjoy.
Vulcez*
"Hello?"
"Hi sweetie. It's so great to hear your voice. I have to tell you, I had a heck of a time finding a new phone number for anyone there. So... how are you all doing?", Linda gushed while trying to keep from sounding breathless and trying to hide the fear and longing that she really felt.
Stacy hesitated and decided to play it safe, "Ummm... I'm sorry, who is this?"
"For crying out loud, Stacy. This is your mother! I'm.. I'm sorry I haven't called before now but, jeeze, I would expect that you would at least be able to recognize the voice of the mother that loved and raised you for 17 plus years.", Linda said, now very crestfallen.
Stacy smiled a bit. She really had been pretty sure that it was her Mom calling but things being what they are she had decided to be extra careful. Being careful also had the added benefit of giving her absentee Mom an emotional "slap aside the head" without being out-right nasty.
"Oh, hi Mom. You caught me by surprise and I was just being... you know, careful. I didn't want to start getting chummy with some stalker." Stacy paused again and decided to take issue with her Mom's "loved and raised you for 17 plus years" remark. She was keeping her temper well under wraps but wasn't above being "politely catty".
"Mom, I don't think you can count the last three years under the headings of 'raising' or 'loving'. I was almost 14 when you abandoned us and this is the first we have heard from you in over three years. I'm 17 now and haven't felt your motherly love in quite some time."
Linda sighed heavily, "I'm sorry, Stacy. Things were just so, so complicated back then I just felt I had to leave. ... But, enough of that! I really called to see how you are doing and maybe talk to your sister and brother if they are around. I plan to be a lot more available to you now that things have settled down. I hope we can reconnect and you can take a little advantage of being the child of a well-to-do mother now that Frank and I are married. I have so much I can do for you, Rachael and Josh. Our life is so much better than what it was when I was with your father. Don't get me wrong, your father is a good person but he just can't provide the niceties of life like Frank has lavished on me. I'm very spoiled now and I love it!"
"So now I want to show you kids a REAL life. The way life should be lived. At the same time, I can make up for the years of scraping by we all endured given your father's meager income and yes, maybe make up for my leaving rather abruptly."
Stacy was seething by this point. She loved her Dad, Ed Mercer, dearly. She also respected the responsibility and heartache he endured when Linda left forcing him into the role of a single parent trying to raise two early teen and preteen daughters and a wild 20 year old son. She was also very proud of how he had turned their lives around since her Mom's departure. Linda had cleaned out the bank accounts before she left so finances had been suddenly much worse than they had ever been in Stacy's memory. At the young age of 14 Stacy took on the role of homemaker as much as she could to help her family survive. Together they had survived, but it was a struggle for over eight months. Then things got better when her Dad made some drastic changes and now life was great!
It would have been easy for Stacy to simply lash out at the perpetrator of much of the pain that defined her fourteenth year of life. That famous temper of hers was ready, waiting in the background like a tiger on a light leash just waiting for slack and the chance to strike.
Stacy suddenly felt a rush of utter calm and knew the course of action she needed to take and it was brilliant!! If she lashed out, her mother would undoubtedly hang up and Stacy might never see or hear from her again. This would do no good for anyone and she really did want to have a relationship with her mother regardless of the stupid things she had done. Stacy basked in the calm feeling sweeping over her as she decided how to proceed. She would make her point, rub her mother's nose in the slime of her mistakes and still come away with the chance of a continued relationship for her, her siblings and her mother. Stacy smiled broadly and thought, "Stacy, girl, you may have just figured out a huge life lesson."
"Mom! You absolutely will not believe how hot I am. Hang on, I'm going to take a picture with my phone camera and send it to you. Don't hang up!"
Stacy stood in front of the full length mirror in her bedroom with ample light shining through the window. It was around 4:00PM in mid June so the sun came in strong through her west facing window. She smiled brightly, turning a bit sideways to show her coiffed strawberry blond hair piled on her head in an elegant style. She was wearing a full-length lavender evening gown that was elegant but hugged her very feminine frame showing her evolution into full womanhood. The gown was set off by long white gloves that hugged her arms to just above her elbows.
She clicked two pictures, chose the better of the two and quickly sent the picture off to her mother's cell phone. "Did you get it? What do you think?"
There was a long pause, as Linda viewed and digested the impact that three years in a blooming young woman's life can make. "Oh, my God. Oh, Stacy. You are beautiful. I'm... you... I'm speechless.", Linda said this in a sort of whisper, choking back the lump in her throat that was trying to strangle her. "Oh, Stacy I have missed so much, you have grown so... Oh, shit what have I done."
Stacy ignored her mother's reflection and pressed on, "You think that's something, wait 'til you see Rachael!"
Stacy glided across the hall to her sister's room, pushed open the door where her now 14 year old sister was getting last minute touches to a very elegant hairdo of her long, thick honey brown hair. Rachael's hair was also piled on her head with several ringlets that formed a coiled frame to her face. Her big gray-blue doe eyes and soft features made everyone stop and stare. Her face was strikingly beautiful. She also was wearing an evening dress that was softly elegant but did a much better job of concealing her charms than the dress worn by her older, more mature sister.
"Hey, Rach. Strike a pose. Mom's on the phone and I'm sending a picture of you to her." Rachael was being assisted by a woman in her mid thirties also in an evening gown that was made to impress. The woman possessed a regal beauty that turned heads regularly wherever she went. The woman started to remove herself from the picture frame when Stacy intervened, "No, Janice stay right where you are. I want you in the picture too."
Rachael was still a bit stunned but finally rolled her eyes and yelled with her hands cupped around her mouth towards the phone, "Hi, Mom! I can't talk now but lets connect some time later."
Stacy clicked a few pictures, picked the best shot and sent it on it's way.
After a pause, Stacy put the phone to her ear and said, "Bet you don't recognize Rachael do you? I mean Mom, Rachael's even got boobs!"
Rachael got red faced and screamed, "Stacy, you dork! Shut up!", but there was a shy smile on her face as the two other females in the room giggled at her embarrassment.
Stacy turned her attention to the phone again, "So wada ya think, Mom?"
Linda was at a loss for words, "I'm stunned, sweetie... Just stunned. You two have grown up so much and you are both so beautiful. I'm so proud. I wish I was there with you."
Linda kept pulling the phone away from her ear to look at the pictures of her children whom she now missed more than anything. Her heart ached with regret and longing. Then the details of the pictures began to filter through her tear filled eyes. "Why are you two all dressed up? You can't both be going to prom are you?"
Stacy had effectively hooked her Mom and was now ready to really start the nose rubbing. "No, Mom. It's even cooler than that. You remember the annual party that you always went nuts about and you and Dad never got invited to? You know. The Sedgewick-McTaggert Welcome to Summer Formal."
Linda responded immediately, "Of course, I remember. It was always the social event of the year. Damn, I would have given my eye teeth to go to that formal. Only the most powerful, beautiful people in the whole state were invited. I wanted so much to be able to get all dressed up in a formal gown and rub elbows with the social elite. I would have so loved that.", Linda sighed and then quickly broke out of her imaginary vision. "Oh, my God, did you and Rachael get a job acting as hostesses or wait-staff for that party? Wow, that is amazing! I'm so proud of you two. To think my daughters are actually going to get to be there among the beautiful people. I'm jealous!", Linda gushed breathlessly.
"No, Mom we are not part of the wait-staff. We are invited guests. As a matter of fact, we get to sit at the head table because Daddy is the guest of honor! It's a surprise for him, but Daddy is also going to get roasted! Isn't that like just too cool! I even get to be one of the roasters! I am soooo nervous but also so excited."
Linda was dumbfounded,"What? You're kidding right? You have to be kidding. Why would a lowly Cost Containment Clerk get invited to the Welcome to Summer Formal much less be the guest of honor? That just doesn't happen in real life. You're lying to me aren't you?"
"Yeah, right Mom. Rachael and I get all dressed up each day just on the off chance that you would call so we could yank your chain. Get real, Mom. A lot has changed since you abandoned us. We were very hurt, no, we were all devastated; but, Dad pulled us all together, even Josh, and somehow made a new life for us. Maybe I should bring you up to date on what's happened since you dumped us. This will have to be quick because the limo should be back with Fauna and Josh in about 15 minutes and then we will have to leave."
Stacy sighed deeply to quell her anger before she began her narrative of their life 'after Mom'. "Dad was pretty much destroyed when he found out you were 'doing it' with some old fart in your and his bed. You kinda disappeared right after he found out and confronted you so I guess you were already planning to leave but the date just got pushed up a bit."
Linda interrupted Stacy to whisper, "I'm sorry, Stacy. I didn't know you knew what happened between your Dad and I, but yes, after your Dad knew, I felt I had to leave. What was the point in staying. I mean, my God, he even had pictures of us! Frank and I decided to leave town and go to his Manhattan apartment and that's where we've been ever since." I'm sorry your Dad decided to tell you about what happened. I think that was kind of low to involve you kids."
"Horse shit, Mom! That is just pure horse shit.", Stacy tried to get her rising temper back under control. She took a deep breath and continued, "Dad didn't tell us. I told him! Who do you think took the pictures? Duhhh!
Rachael and I came home and everything was quiet except for some weird noises I heard coming from your bedroom. I told Rachael to wait downstairs and I went up quietly to investigate. When I saw what you were doing, I grabbed your cell phone, took a few pictures and sent them to Dad. Then Rachael and I left and went over to a friends house. By the time Rachael and I came home that night you had locked yourself in the bedroom and never came out but we could hear you crying. You were gone by the next morning. The last image I have of my 'loving' mother was of her on her back under some old guy in my Dad's bedroom. Tell me that didn't take therapy to get the images out of my head. I'm glad you at least had covers over your bodies or I would probably be in therapy even now."
"I can't believe you are the one who betrayed me, Stacy. How could you do that?"
"I don't think this is the time or place to trade shots about betrayal, Mother. It would be a pretty uneven match, don't you think? I'll put my fire hose up against your squirt gun any day and we won't even talk about Rach and Josh's stuff. So do you want a recap of the last three years or not?", Stacy was actually marveling at her own self control and her handling of this situation. The thought crossed her mind that she had really grown and matured in the last few years.
Linda understood at that moment that to have any kind of relationship with her children she was going to have to walk through the hell of facing responsibility for her actions and the outcome of those actions. This was not going to be some easy task. Not something a few gifts and trips would automatically fix. Her children had had to accept and adapt to a life without her in it. She wanted to know how they had fared but to do that she would have to hear how they felt about her decisions and choices. Did they all hate her? No time for running now. If she backed away now she would most likely lose them, probably forever, but if she wanted to reconnect she would have to accept their feelings and feel their fire. Was she up for this? Was any of this worth the pain she knew would come later?
Linda steeled herself. Her voice was soft and contrite, "Yes, Stacy you are absolutely right. We will have to have those kinds of discussions at some time, I suppose, but for right now we need to be back on some kind of reasonable speaking terms. I called to reestablish contact with my children and this will be a good first step. So let me hear what your lives have been like after I left."
"Mom, you just won't believe it. It's like something out of a story, like a fairy tale, even. Anyway, Dad went into a real funk for a few months and it was really bad. A lot of days, Rachael and I would come home from school and I would make her stay outside while I went in and checked to be sure that I wouldn't find Dad dead or something. Every time the phone would ring, I would jump thinking it was the police or hospital or something. I told Josh he needed to step up and quit drinking and partying because I couldn't be the only one trying to hold on. He did try, I think, but he wasn't much help. Finally, Dad started reading books on surviving breakups, grief and stuff. A lot of nights he would just lock himself in the bedroom and we would hear the clicking of the keyboard keys on the computer. He was writing which I think helped him a lot."
"Remember how overweight he had gotten? Well, one day he started getting up early to run and he even dusted off the treadmill and the weight machine thingy and started using them. I thought he was trying to beat himself back into living again." Stacy paused and thought for a moment then she said, "I know you probably don't want to know all this stuff about Dad, but it really is important in the whole scheme of things. So, sorry if it's not what you wanted to hear about. By the way, he's looking pretty hot now."
"No, no that's okay honey, I do need to hear about this, but thanks for caring enough to put that in perspective for me. I do want to know how you, Rachael and Josh are doing mostly.
"Well, Rachael's an easy one. She just kind of pulled herself into a shell and stayed there for quite a while. She's pretty much come around now and you wouldn't believe how well she's doing. A lot of that has to do with Janice. She and Rachael have really clicked."
Linda looked at the picture on her phone again and took special note of the woman helping Rachael get ready. "Okay, who is Janice exactly?"
"Oh, sorry, Mom. Janice is Dad's girlfriend. Isn't she gorgeous? ... And she's so sweet. She's a former swimsuit model and still does fashion modeling. She's really helped Rachael come out of her shell and now she's helping Rachael get started in the modeling world. ... Oh, Mom! You have to get a copy of last month's Teen Fashion World magazine. Rachael is on the front cover and she looks absolutely amazing! She is really becoming quite in demand as a model."
"What! How... When did this all happen? Your Father hooks up with a girl half his age and now she's pimping your sister out to photographers! If I find out she's doing any cheesecake photos I will have Dad and Janet or whatever her name is up on charges.", Linda was close to hyperventilating now.
Stacy waited to bring some calm to the situation (with an awareness that she knew where she probably inherited her temper), then she spoke very softly for effect, "Mother, Daddy and Janice are very, very protective and careful about any modeling work Rachael or I do. At least one of them is at every shoot, they insist on the photographer signing an iron clad contract with Dad and not one photo gets taken without Dad's review and permission. Do you really think Dad would allow anything remotely close to 'cheesecake' for either of us? He won't even allow her in a swim suit shot. As for Dad's girlfriend. Janice is her name, she's 34 years old so there is 11 years difference between her and Daddy. That's a LOT fewer years than you and Franky, who is what? 100? I don't know if they will ever get married but they are cute together and she has helped him a lot. She even says nice things about him once in a while so he seems pretty happy. Happier than I have EVER seen him, in fact."
"Frank is only 66 to my 43, Stacy.", Linda interjected hastily. "I'm just not sure if modeling is a good life choice for Rachael, it's certainly nothing I would have allowed. She needs something more dignified to do with her life."
Stacy bit her tongue to keep from saying something like, "Dignified? Like dumping your family to become some arm ornament for some 66 year old rich guy.", so she pressed on, ignoring the interruption.
"Modeling has done great things for Rachael, Mom. She is not nearly as shy. She now carries herself with an air of confidence and poise that she never had. She finally knows who she is, what she can accomplish and what she is good at. She even directs or suggests theme poses for some of her shoots. Let's face it Mom, Rachael has never been great academically and always considered herself a loser because she felt she had a bleak future. Now, she may be a world class fashion model before she graduates from high school and have a bank account that even YOU would be proud of. Before you ask, yes, I said I am modeling too, but I'm not so much into it. Rach and I do fashion stuff together where I am sort of an extra to highlight her or wear different patterns or colors of an outfit set we're showcasing. The best part is that Rach and I have gotten really close because we are helping each other and working together. I get paid pretty well also so I am saving a lot of money towards college. School is still my thing so I'm doing well. I've been taking a few extra courses each semester so I can graduate early and start college sooner. I'm still holding my 'A' average but I'm a bit worried about chemistry this year. It's a butt kicker but I need it if I'm going to get into veterinary school."
"Oh! Mom! You won't believe this. Rach and I get to keep the outfits we model so I actually have a wardrobe now! Can you believe it! I'm actually one of the best dressed in my class instead of 'Miss Geekazoid'. A lot of the 'too cool for you' girls in my class ask ME for fashion advice and some even have asked for my autograph!! Isn't that just too sick? I'm like almost popular. The best part is that the guys are starting to notice me.", Stacy giggled.
This was all very disturbing to Linda who had always struggled to achieve some undefined level of social strata. She had left her family behind to achieve social acceptance and it seemed most of her family members had achieved lofty heights without her. To make the cut even deeper, they had accomplished this with seemingly no effort!
Linda sighed heavily, "I'm thrilled you and your sister have done so well, Sweetie. So, although I'm afraid to ask, how is Josh doing? Is my boy okay?"
Stacy took a deep breath and checked the clock on her night stand to see how much time she thought she had knowing that soon the limo would return with Josh and Fauna. She didn't want to get into the next topic and run out of time before she finished. She noted that she probably had enough time. "Well, Mom, surprisingly I have to admit that Josh has turned a corner on getting his life on track. He was pretty wild, as you know, before you left and continued his drinking and hanging out with his friends after you left. He even got worse for a while. Daddy finally jumped down his throat and demanded that he quit partying and at least find a job or go back to school. Josh told him where to go so Daddy finally threw him out and told him not to come back until he had a job. Daddy even had the police remove him from the house a couple of times."
"What! Your asshole father threw my baby boy out of the house! How dare he! I'll have Frank contact a lawyer and sue that prick!", Linda huffed.
"Good luck with that, Mom.", Stacy said shaking her head. She knew her mother always considered Josh to be her favorite and let him get away with anything. She also knew that Linda supported his antics by slipping him money whenever he asked for it. He was actually pretty lucky that he never got arrested or in serious trouble.
"That was a year and a half ago, Mom, and Josh and Dad have pretty much come to terms since then. Josh mooched off of his friends for a while and even they got tired of supporting his lazy ass so they dumped him. He was on the street for a while and finally decided he didn't like life there, especially when he saw the three of us doing okay. He came to Dad and apologized and wanted to move back home. Dad kept with the 'get a job first' position so Josh got a job working on roofing. He finally moved back home but Dad made him pay his own way to show him what being an adult was about. It was sort of funny listening to him moan about the hard work and having to pay for food, rent and his car and not having any money afterward. Dad always would tell him that's the way of the real world and get used to it. It pretty much went on like that for about a year until Fauna came along."
"Don't tell me your Dad has another girlfriend. Who is Fauna?"
Stacy laughed. "No, Mom, Fauna is Dad's personal assistant. She is one sharp cookie and doesn't put up with any shit from anyone. Dad always refers to her as his boss. She is only 22 years old but she really has her act together. She actually met Dad at a convention he was working in Minneapolis. She walked up to him, shook his hand and told him he needed to hire her to make all travel arrangements, bookings and manage his expenses if he wanted to be a REAL success. She then handed him her resume and told him to call her when he was ready to take his career seriously. Dad hired her on the spot. She lives here with us so Dad jokes about having his harem to deal with. She really has been instrumental in helping Dad get his career off the ground. She is like having my very own big sister and we all love her. She's a real Norwegian cutie. She's about 5' 7 with short blond hair and baby blue eyes. Josh took one look at her and fell in love. She told Josh she wouldn't date anyone that wasn't going somewhere with his life so all of a sudden Josh got motivated. Mom, Josh enlisted in the Air Force four months ago and is soon to be headed to Monterey, California to language school where he will be learning Russian, I think."
"What!!? Air Force? Language School? RUSSIAN!!? Holy shit!", Linda was aghast; this was too much.
Chuckling at her mother's reaction, Stacy pressed on, "Wild, huh? He's at Lackland, Air Force Base waiting for his security clearance to be completed so Dad asked him if he could take some leave to come home to visit and go to the party. Fauna is softening up to him but still won't admit that they are an item. But us girls can tell she is hooked. She doesn't date anyone else and they talk on the phone for hours when they can. It's so cute. Josh is like... smitten. He has a plan to finish language school and go to college to get his degree and become an officer. Can you believe that! My nutso brother a military officer! Just too weird! It's strange what love will make you do, isn't it?", Stacy smiled at her own little dig at her Mom while innocently discussing her brother's future plans.
Abruptly a baritone voice began singing out "The Impossible Dream" in the background. Stacy laughed and stepped into the hallway outside her bedroom. "Oh, Mom you gotta hear this." She held out her phone in the direction of the voice as a series of wolf howls and groans were heard from very feminine voices. Rachael yelled out with a chuckle in her voice, "Daddy! Sing my favorite song 'Far Far Away'. On second thought just go sing far far away." Janice joined in with, "Don't quit your day job!" Stacy followed up with, "Daddy, why don't you take it on the road. I think there's a bus leaving in 10 minutes!" The girls could be heard laughing in the background as Ed was heard saying, "You girls are killing me! I get no respect. My own family... That does it. You are all off my Christmas list!" More laughter was followed by a female chorus of "We love you, Daddy!" and a male promise that okay they were back on the Christmas list.
Stacy came back on the phone laughing, "He's so funny. He always sings when he's happy or gets excited nerves and we always give him a hard time about it. It's a little game we play."
"Oh.", was all Linda could say. It was evident that her family had moved on without her. She was subconsciously hoping they would somehow still be hurting because of missing her. She then fell silent.
Stacy picked up the ball of conversation and continued her narrative. "Daddy doesn't know he's the guest of honor tonight but he's a bit nervous because he and Jack McTaggert are going to play a couple of guitar duos with the band. You know Daddy and his blues guitar stuff. After he and Jack became sort of buddies they both discovered they love to play guitar and they get together pretty much weekly to practice and drink a little beer. They joke about becoming rock stars . They're actually pretty good but they just do it for fun. Tonight is their first public gig and should be a hoot. Can you picture Dad in a tux playing guitar on a stage?" Stacy chuckled with that visual in her mind's eye.
Linda was again floored. "Your Dad and John McTaggert are friends? THE John McTaggert? How did that come about?"
Stacy smiled to herself. She knew that her Mom held the McTaggerts in high esteem because of their wealth and power. She also knew that her Mother had always wanted to just meet the McTaggerts and here her Dad and Jack McTaggert had not only met but were now pretty much 'best buds'. Stacy also relished the fact that he had insisted that all the family call him Jack instead of the formal Mr. McTaggert. He was a pretty nice guy who had been instrumental in launching Ed's writing career.
"Yes Mom. THE John, or Jack as his close friends call him, McTaggert. It all started when Daddy wrote a couple of articles about surviving and rebuilding life after a traumatic event like losing everything when a cheating wife dumps you and runs off with her boy-friend. Dad was thrilled when a couple of small magazines bought the articles for publication. Jack read the articles I guess, contacted Daddy and asked him to be a featured motivational speaker at one of the McTaggert corporate employee meetings. We thought Dad was going to have a heart attack. He developed a lecture from his articles and delivered it at their meeting. The speech went well so Jack hired Daddy again to speak at their annual stockholders meeting. Daddy got offers to speak at other meetings for companies represented by the board of directors and things sort of took off from there. Dad started writing more and more and better known magazines picked up his articles and soon he quit his job to devote all his time to writing and speaking. Jack kept introducing Daddy to important people and they started hanging out and they soon discovered they both had a love of playing blues and rock guitar. They have been buds ever since."
Stacy paused a long time to give her Mother time to digest all that had transpired. It was after all an amazing turn of events.
"Your father is now a writer? ... An author? ... A published writer? Your father, my ex-husband, is a published author?", Linda struggled to get her head around the far-fetched concept of her 'loser ex' becoming a success. She secretly hoped that it didn't pay all that well.
There was a sound of activity coming from the main floor of the house. People arriving, murmured discussion and light laughter. A strong new male voice could be heard as well as a much softer female voice. Stacy could see Janice leaving Rachael's room and walking towards the stairway leading to the main level. It was easy to surmise that she was heading downstairs to play hostess to the new arrivals.
Stacy suddenly remembered the step in tonights activity plan that she had forgotten. "Mom. I'm going to have to go pretty soon. Jack and Mona McTaggert are here with the photographers to take pictures for the newspaper society page and the coffee table picture album they publish and sell every year about the 'magical time' people had at the Summer Formal. It kind of makes me want to barf but I guess the book brings in a lot of money for charity and us attendees get to feel warm and fuzzy and good about ourselves." Stacy said this with more than a little bit of sarcasm because she did find it over the top and self indulgent. Still, she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride that her Father's achievements had suddenly elevated their family to a place where others (especially her wayward Mother) would regard them with esteem.
Linda was quick to defend the practice. "Oh, Stacy don't take it so lightly. It's a great honor and privilege to be in that book and to know you took part in an historic event. You should be absolutely thrilled you get to be an attendee. Since you will be at the head table, your pictures will be on almost every page! I have secretly bought one of those books almost every year and this year I'll be able to point at pictures of Josh, you and Rachael and say 'See these special people. They are my kids.' I'm actually very jealous but very proud at the same time. I'm definitely putting in my order for several copies of the book as soon as they come out."
"Okay, Mom. ... Oh! Hey. Daddy is doing some kind of writer thingy in New York over Labor Day weekend and Rachael, Janice, Fauna and I were going with him. Maybe we can plan on getting together then. I really would like to see you and I'm sure I can get Rachael to come too, but you need to know that she is still pretty pissed at you for leaving. Maybe we can bring Janice with us so you can meet her. Ummm, would you want to see Daddy, also?"
"Oh, sweetie! That's a fabulous idea! Yes, yes lets put something together. I definitely want to see you and Rach but your Dad and his slu... ummm, girlfriend I'm not sure that's a good idea. Too much pain there from both sides I'm sure. I would like you to meet Frank, however; after all he is your step-father now."
Stacy stuck her finger in her wide open mouth with her tongue sticking out feigning gagging and said, "No, Mom. I still have nightmares about you and Frank doing the nasty so the only way I will meet Frank and you is if Daddy and Janice are there. I think it's only fair."
"We'll see what works, Stacy, but let's not let that upset the overall purpose which is for us to see each other. I am already excited about seeing you and Rach again so let's concentrate on that. Coincidently, Frank is using his influence to get us tickets for a Meet the Author Day put on by the New York Literary Guild over that weekend also. I will press him to get tickets for us all. It should prove to be a very prestigious event. Several novelists will be on hand to sign books and meet and greet. Frank is very excited. David Vulcez has committed to being there and Frank is absolutely giddy to meet him. David is a new novelist and Frank says his first book is absolutely brilliant. I know the coasts generally become aware of the newest trends and happenings before the mid-west gets to hear about them but by chance have you heard of David?"
Stacy picked up on the somewhat condescending tone in her Mother's statement and couldn't help but laugh and decided to give it right back. "Yes, Mother. I have heard of David Vulcez. As a matter of fact, I've met him on a number of occasions. Yes, I agree his work is quite brilliant. I read his book a while ago and found it to be quite..., how should I say, provocative. Have you read his book, Mom?"
Linda was taken aback by Stacy's quip but decided not to react. "No, I can't honestly say that I have. I'm not much of a fan of that type of reading but Frank definitely is a fan."
Stacy was now laughing and almost said something about there not being enough pictures in the book for her Mom's literary tastes but she refrained, "Mom, do you have a hard or soft bound copy of David's book available?"
Linda looked around and then stepped into Frank's study. "Ummmm, yes! I have his hardbound copy right here on Frank's desk. Why do you ask?"
"Mom, look at the back inner flap of the dust cover and tell me what you see."
"Ummm there's a picture of the auth... Oh, my God! It's Ed! Oh, my God. It's the picture I took of your father about seven or eight years ago! Jesus! How can this be? This can't be David Vulcez. Your father is NOT David Vulcez. Please tell me this is some mistake."
Stacy was still laughing and trying not to choke as the full impact of the irony kept bombarding her thoughts, "No can do, Mother. Yes, yes and yes, David Vulcez is really Edward J. Mercer. When Daddy decided to write a novel he wanted to keep his different writing purposes separate for a number of reasons so he came up with a pen name and released his first novel under the name of David Vulcez. This is just too funny. Your husband's favorite author is your ex-husband. That is just hilarious. This is too good. They ought to make a movie. I can't believe this. No one could make this shit up. Oh, damn this is too funny."
Linda just sat sullenly and finally just said softly, "Shit."
Stacy needed to go so she just said, still laughing, "I have to go Mom, I'll text you my email address and you can send me yours and we'll get our plans worked out for Labor Day weekend. I'm so glad you called and I really am excited about seeing you again. I love you, Mom. Still too funny."
Linda just offered, "Tell you brother and sister I said 'Hi' and give them my number so they can call me when they get a chance. I love you too Stacy."
Stacy went downstairs still laughing about the implications of this recent turn of events and prepared to go through the motions of having photos taken for the society gawkers. She knew she would have no trouble smiling brightly but only she would know why (for the time being).
Linda sat deep in thought for a long time and came to the realization that karma was indeed a vengeful bitch. She was still reeling from her conversation with Stacy when Frank nearly bounded into the room.
"Linda! You are not going to believe this! I just got a card from David Vulcez! I wrote to him telling him how much I enjoyed his book and how I really looked forward to meeting him in September. He actually wrote back to me and says ... in his own handwriting, no less..."
Dear Frank,
You have no idea how thrilled I am that you read and liked my first novel. Although you may not know it, you have made a very positive impact on my life and my career. I don't know that I can ever thank you enough so I look forward to the possibility of thanking you in person. You have lifted a great weight off my shoulders and provided a much needed spark in my growth as a human being and a writer. I am deeply indebted to you.
Best wishes,
David Vulcez
Frank continued babbling his enthusiastic joy, gushing about how he must have met David at some time, his picture looked somehow familiar but he couldn't place where he had seen him. He now could not wait to meet and hoped to become good friends with his newest favorite author.
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(M lust TF Bull)
Greg was getting a bit tired of bouncing between beginners jobs, but most career based jobs require a pretty high level of experience he most certainly does not possess. His eyes are a deep blue that almost look purple in certain lighting and his hair mid-length and bound in a small, tight ponytail at all times. Greg is very buff since his pass times are working out and listening to audio books... and listening to audiobooks while he works out tends to extend his workout sessions unintentionally. He had several girlfriends when he was in school, but since setting out to bounce between jobs he hasn't really had the time to chase and skirts. Women flirt with him from time to time, but nothing ends up coming from it.
His current job was helping on a nearby dairy ranch- the owners of the ranch were getting on in age so could not tend to the cows like they used to, and this is a mom-and-pops sort of operation; so these bovine were used to a caring human touch rather than being tossed around like a sack of beef, like an automated dairy would do. He is strong so moving equipment around and shoveling manure into composting heaps isn't hard for him. The women working there are the ones tending to the teats of all the bovine ladies.
And that is why Greg isn't as disgruntled by the lowly position of his current job. There are four other workers on the dairy that the old man hired and the smallest still has C cup breasts with nipples so aggressive it always looks like they are trying to spear their way out of her shirt. Another with perfect C cups and sandy brown hair to her friggen kneecaps! Her hair is so long she ties her hair up with her hair- she doesn't need an actual hair tie. Then another with a wobbly set of DDs- real quiet woman but Greg has caught her glancing at him often with her ice-blue eyes. Then the one he had his eyes glued to himself is Bethany- her hair dyed a navy blue with a streak of neon pink to one side bordering her face. Her breasts were contained better than the other women so her nipples never visible through the fabric, or a slight hint of flesh tone peeking through her top when she gets sweaty working on the dairy- however her tits must be in the range of H cups because even in her very large sportsbra under her shirt- her tits are so soft and huge that they billow out the top slightly, creating a muffin-top shape when she leans forward.
Bethany did not glance his way or flirt back, but she smiled often and seemed to roll with it- not directly shutting him down ever. When he asked to add her on social- she agreed. Trying to be suave; Greg even seen she was running late one day with milking and offered to help... which actually turned into a lesson for him on how to milk, and caused her to run just as late if not take even longer than if she just did it herself.
Greg bent down and immediately grabbed the teat- the cow let out a grunt and turned to him a moment before looking back forward and then snorting softly.
Bethany sighed, gently swatting his hand away from the cow. "Boy if you handle women like you handle cows..."
"What?"
Bethany put her warm palm on the back cleft of the udder and gently pet the smooth, rubbery skin. After a few moments the cow spread her back legs slightly.
"You grab her tender bits immediately before she even realized you were going for her and startled her. If she tenses up the milk isn't going to flow. There are muscles in the udders that hold the milk in- otherwise they would just drip constantly. If the cow is tense, her muscles are tense, and the milk can't get out. The only way the milk gets out is if those muscles loosen up and let it go."
Greg embarrassingly tented his pants a bit watching Bethany gently caress the cow's udders. Bethany sighed and just tried to ignore it. Greg gently took the teat and squeezed it, but only a single drop fell from it. Bethany went to reach down and show him how to do it, but seeing he was clearly doing something wrong, Greg tried to correct himself first. He gripped the teat and tugged down on it- but his grip was too firm which blocked the path.
Bethany put a hand on her hip. "Her calf no longer needs her milk, but think of how he was getting it when he did. He isn't biting her teat, he only squeezes with his lips firmly enough to form a seal and hold it in place- all the actual force on the teat is downward from his sucking. You just hold the teat with your hand- you pull down."
Since it took her longer to finish up with Greg; the two of them were left to make sure all the stalls are properly closed so the cows don't wander, and clean everything up for the day. Everyone else had already left and the old couple was already cooking their dinner in the house. Greg had no complaints- every time Bethany picked something up it squished her boobs against her torso, causing the tops to stretch the opening of her sports bra further open and billow up more in the gap. They probably don't even make sports bras in her actual cup size. He thought he was being coy, sneaking glances are her wobbling assets- Bethany knew he was looking, she just chose to ignore it rather than cause conflict. He might be helping her for all the wrong reasons, but at least he is still helping.
Greg thought this was the perfect chance- when the two of them were closing up the barn to leave he stopped her. "Hey... so, I was wondering, do you... have a boyfriend?"
She smirked. "Why, do you want to ask him out?" She sighed when he definitely did not laugh at her joke. "I don't. You know when you added me to your social page- I can see posts you made BEFORE you added me, right?"
He started to get nervous, scanning his memory for a post that may have upset her, but he generally forgets about his posts minutes after making them. "Uhm, y-yea?"
She took out her cell phone and started scrolling through his past posts. "What was that one the day you got hired here? You were very eager to fuck all your co-workers, or something like that?"
"OH, woah, n-no, it- uh..."
"Oh here it is- 'Been bouncing between jobs for years now and have never had'- you typed 'had' backwards somehow by the way- 'a job where every staff member is as bonerific as this place. Can't wait to take home one of these lovelies and I don't even care which one!' Hmm."
"We-"
"Sounds like you really value our personalities."
"I-"
"Also bonerific is definitely not a word."
"Okay, but li-"
"And you've been eyeing us up rather frequently. I will have you know Sammie is nervous around you because of it." Oh, so she wasn't glancing at him so frequently because she likes him- she was keeping an eye on him because he makes her uncomfortable. "And you've been ogling me all evening today too. Look. Thanks for the help, but, I have no interest in an overly horny guy who objectifies women."
"Wooaaah- woah. I don't-"
"The answers no, Greg. It is fine, I am not mad or anything, it is whatever, but my answer is definitely still no."
She walked away to leave and Greg let her get a head start just because he was too stunned to know how to react, but when he did; he scrambled to catch up to her and stop her again before she got away.
"That is just social media! I don't take it seriously, I just type whatever, y'know? Just because I am bad with words doesn't mean I am a bad person."
Bethany grunt in frustration, stopping to turn around suddenly and putting her hand out to hold him back. "Fine, if you think you aren't at all like that- I can test you easily enough. I have access to some magic- I can put a curse on you that will prove whether you are in control- or your boner is."
He cocked an eyebrow. "Oookay..."
"Are you sure? I have limited access to spells, so if you fail the test completely I am not wasting even more on you to turn you back."
"Right... yea, sure." Now he was second guessing his choice in women- this nut job actually thinks magic is real?
"Okay then- I curse your lust to turn into a beast. If you are in control this shouldn't matter because the curse does not affect you- only your lust." Both of them jumped slightly at the loud splintering sound as one of the gemstones in the many rings she wore burst apart into a vibrantly colored dust. "Well, that one is spent." She pulled the hollow ring off and pocketed it- the band part is still gold, so she can pawn it off.
She got in her car and left just ahead of Greg, leaving him yet again a little stunned. Magic? Yea right. But why did the ring explode? Are all of those rings supposed to be magical? Eh, whatever. She apparently thinks he is some horny puppy- running around humping the legs of whoever walks near. Well... he is extremely horny, and his standards probably have lowered considerably... but that is because it has been so long since he got some real action!
That night after dinner, Greg settled down and decided to work off another boner to wind down for the day. Accidentally popping a boner at work- especially now- would be rather inconvenient so best not leave it alone. He remembered the sight of Bethany's massive tits so close to him as he worked with her earlier that evening. As he masturbated he started to feel unusually pent up, his balls almost felt like there was an outward pressure in them, like he could somehow feel his load building! He was too busy enjoying the feeling to notice his balls actually grew a bit each time they rocked up and down in his scrotum, though the growth was uneven and also caused their shape to deform slightly. When they drew up; he erupted an unusual amount of cum! Usually it just pools on his stomach and navel but his urethra stretched wide to let out thick blasts and he completely overflowed off either side of his midriff! The cleft of his abs completely filled with his hot goo. Each blast was stronger and there was more of them- so his orgasm was both stronger and longer, increasing the volume by at least four times what he could normally do!
He had to change the sheet and get cleaned up before returning to bed, but it was worth it for the sudden increase in pleasure. Is that what Bethany's spell is supposed to do? If that is what it does- he wouldn't mind a few more curses, haha. Only after getting cleaned up did he notice his balls felt heavier, and the scrotum seems larger- his nuts hang lower than normal. He grabbed up the loose flesh and squeezed between his fingers, drawing his balls up higher before hefting them a bit, smiling at the weight. Damn, he felt real good tonight. Greg did not notice his testicles' shape is not quite right. Normally they are longer than they are wide; his are currently wider than they are long.
It would seem his body was not nearly as satisfied as he was, for when he fell to sleep his dreams were wildly erotic- a blur of sexual feelings and scenes changing too frequently to have any discernible cohesion. Not only is he surrounded with beautiful women at work- those cows have their massive udders swinging around under them which is oddly appealing too; especially when compared against the bouncing breasts around them. On top of that; masturbating that night had felt unusually good, and was basically the last thing he did before going to sleep. It was no wonder his dreams were erotic.
He unconsciously started to thrust his new erection into his sheets under him, smearing them with pre while he slept. His pubic hair started to fall out around his cock and all across his balls. The scrotal flesh started to thicken, causing the skin tone to also darken a shade, and his balls enlarged again slowly as they were doing laps in his ballsack back and forth. Their shape however also deformed even further.
Greg woke up the next day and was oblivious to the damp, sticky spot on the bed where he had been rubbing pre all night. He unsurprisingly woke up with a raging boner too. When he slid his legs off the side of the bed to get up, he certainly noticed his balls' weight slap against his thigh- halfway to his knees! That was unusual, though not at all unpleasant. He would however have to be real careful- if he sits down too quickly without pants on to control where they swing, he could end up accidentally sitting on his own balls. He felt incredibly pent up- unknowingly due to him thrusting into his bed all night working himself up but never enough to actually release. His actual prostate was now almost twice the size it's supposed to be, and fully engorged with fluid. Greg was groggy and it did not seem that far off from normal, so he was fully prepared to ignore it, but unlike usual his erection was not going away. In order to use the toilet he had to stand a half foot back and basically bow forward, putting his hips back in order the aim the stream because his cock was too stiff to aim!
He decided to work off his boner again before work, trying to tame the beast. It felt as if he had not cum in ages, and he hit climax unusually fast! His urethra again stretched to accommodate the volume of the powerful jets of cum and his orgasm lasted just as long as the night before, except as it was tapering off- his balls rolled slightly and then lifted back up to once again grind on his pelvis- and his orgasm returned to full strength! He was caught completely off guard and almost stumbled backwards onto the floor! He came as strong and as long as before- but twice in a row!
Greg's thoughts were a jumble for a few moments after, he was just breathing heavily and braced partially on the wall behind himself, half wondering if he would suddenly orgasm a third time out of the blue the moment he attempted to stand up straight again. It was now he grabbed his elongated scrotum and reeled up his balls to examine them, and immediately had a mini-panic attack because they felt nothing like they normally do! The shape was completely wrong! It took him several minutes of feeling them through the loose scrotum to determine that they had essentially doubled. He has four balls- but they are fused in the middle; the new balls grew out, off of the old ones. Was this part of her curse?! She said nothing about giving his nuts the power of mitosis! His scrotal flesh was also oddly smooth, for how loose it also is- the creases and crinkles in the flesh that would normally be there are mostly smoothed out, plus the pubic hair is entirely absent.
Okay, so, something is definitely happening to him. He needed to act casual though- if Bethany found out she would probably be taunting him with it. It is supposed to only affect his lust, right? But he already got off, so now the changes should fade away. So Greg decides to do his best to ignore the changes. He would just pretend like nothing has happened to him so Bethany doesn't get the satisfaction and if he doesn't pay attention to his junk it should just go back on its own.
The work day went pretty normal, though Greg did feel a bit absent minded, and snapped out of a daze a few times as he felt himself slowly approaching an erection after spacing out looking at one of the women! He also noticed Bethany glancing at him occasionally- likely trying to read his face to determine if her curse is doing anything yet. Slowly as the day went on his scrotum seemed to tighten, lifting his balls close to his body again- so the changes are reversing, just... really, really slowly. His repeated almost-erections probably did not help.
It was mid-afternoon when Piper needed his help. She is the woman with large, aggressive nipples capping her C cups. She definitely does not wear a bra, because those nipples are perfectly imprinted into the front of her shirt almost constantly. The trouble now is that she is rather petite, but the ladder up into the loft of the barn broke, so she cannot get to the equipment stored up there. So rather than stand around doing nothing, she got Greg to help. He crouched down and Piper climbed up onto his back, placing her legs over his shoulders. As soon as he started to stand up with her on his back, she scoot forward and unintentionally pressed her pussy into the back of his neck! She is wearing a knee-length skirt, which pushed up by his head, so the only thing between his neck and her plump little mound is the thin stretchy fabric of her panties. She then told him to brace himself and she very carefully started to stand up with a foot on either of his shoulders, finally getting high enough to grab some of the equipment out of the loft. Greg however could not help but look straight up while Piper was distracted- giving him a perfect view of her pussy lips imprinted in her panties.
Greg gasped and wobbled a bit, causing Piper to brace herself and remind him not to move! He felt pent up again, but also as he was getting a boner from looking at her panties he started to get a bizarre pleasure, far back, close to his butt but not quite. The pleasure caused his erection to complete itself rather quickly. He had no idea what this new feeling even is- he never felt pleasure from there before, and also he isn't even touching himself!
Piper noticed the odd expression on his face when he let her back down and asked if he was okay. He just told her his shoulders were a bit stiff and that he would need to go do some stretches. So Piper took the tools and pranced off to resume her work, and Greg slipped away quickly to the very back of the barn where the bricks of straw were stored to use as bedding for the cow's stalls. He wedged himself between the stacks to the very back where no one would look, and immediately opened up his pants, already panting. His cock was dripping pre consistently and bouncing up and down as if agreeing to something. He kept feeling the electric pleasure jolts, and every time he felt one it seemed to be in a slightly different location, moving through him. He took his shaft in his hand and very gently started to stroke it. It spurt even more pre and Greg moaned softly, leaning forward so his forehead rest against the back wall and his butt on the straw wall behind him.
His balls were doing jumping jacks in his scrotum and the flesh there darkened another tone, now looking a bit off compared to the rest of him. His eyes went wide as the pleasure surged again and he actually felt an object moving inside of him! It shoved up into him behind his taint!! Then another surge and it was inside of his taint! He quickly dropped his pants lower and reached up under himself to felt along his perineum and felt a tapered bulge at the very back, before the muscle sloped into his anus! However touching the bulge felt good and another surge went off! His dick spit a gob of pre hard enough it almost looked like he was ejaculating and the bulge inside of him penetrated even further! Now it was sliding out slowly rather than in sudden bursts, which meant the pleasure did not spike as high but now also did not stop. He felt it stretching him further and further open as well as shoving itself further up, plugging his insides! It bent up behind his balls and his dick started to wobble with the frequency of a vibrator turned to 11. It was IN his cock! He could feel it at the very base! Wait, how was the pre getting out if there was an object blocking the path? His hips bucked unintentionally and he gasped softly every time now as it shoved forward a bit further, then slid back a tiny bit, then shoved further again. The urethra bulged obscenely huge and pre flowed out like a broken faucet. With a quiet *smeck* sound, the slit in his glans opened up on its own, causing his urethra to fully yawn open the entire length of his shaft and then the object within caused him to shiver in pleasure as it shoved even further- emerging from the tip of his dick! It penetrated him all the way through!
Greg gawked at it drooling pre for almost a minute before he realized what it must be. The pre is not coming out of his dick- it's coming out of the invading object... which means... it's also a dick. There is a dick inside of his dick, but this one comes to a tapered point and a very slight hook at the very tip. Thanks to being on a dairy ranch literally right now- he recognizes this as the phallus of a bull. He took his penis into his hand again this time gingerly, like tending to a wound. He felt so pent up and needed to get off- there is no way he could walk around with this thing sticking out of him, dumping pre constantly. If he even attempts to pull his pants back on they will be soaked within seconds.
Greg gently stroked himself, afraid to grip it with any sort of strength in its current state. He immediately convulsed from the intensity of the pleasure. The pleasure exploded through his hips and made his entire body shiver in a wave out from that point. The bull penis is also technically his- so he currently has two dicks. Since one is inside of the other, stroking one also strokes the other at the same time! His human penis is being rubbed on the inside by the bull penis, and the bull penis is being rubbed on the outside by his human one! It is like he is masturbating, frotting, and sounding all at the same time! Pulling back on his outer cock causes the inner one to emerge further, and then suck back deeper in when he lets go; because the there is less friction between his hand and the inner phallus.
Greg is practically cross-eyed moaning in pleasure as he masturbated hidden in the back of the barn. He edged himself back several times when he felt himself approaching climax too quickly from the intense pleasure. He wanted to feel this longer! It was such a unique feeling and so, so pleasurable. It was not till he noticed his balls starting to turn in his scrotum that he needed to get off faster! His old balls rotated forward and up slightly as the weight of the new balls growing off their backs increased! His old balls remained the same, while the new ones started to swell bigger and heavier- becoming more bovine! The longer he remains in an aroused state the more love-drunk his mind gets and the more severe the changes are! As much as he wanted to savor the strange moment, he did not want these invading parts to overwhelm his normal bits. Luckily thanks to the mind-numbingly powerful pleasure it was not at all hard to get off once he actually put his mind to it. The amount he came this time was as much as his doublergasm the other night, except now there was no definition between one wave and the next, it was just one continuous orgasm. After he orgasmed the bull phallus immediately sucked into his dick and vanished deep inside of himself- softening faster than his human cock did. His balls however remained very lopsided, and the scrotum's slight regression from earlier has been undone.
Now he was very distracted the rest of the day. On one hand he was a bit panicked that Bethany's magic actually worked, and he somehow had a bull living inside of him now. On the other hand... it was the most amazingly pleasurable thing he ever felt, and he wanted to do it again.
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.. which makes him wonder how he is going to fair at work tomorrow. He did not notice that all those close call erections that night also had a minor effect on him. His muscles getting a bit more bulbous, and a thin line of fur now grew in the cleft of his balls- looking to replace his pubes with red-brown fur, the color of red clay.
His dreams were a blurry mess of erotic scenes again, and once again he soaked his bedding with pre, waking up to see a pink pillar wobbling over him, holding the sheet almost a foot off his actual body! Greg sat up immediately in fear. In the barn the other day the bull phallus stuck out of his dick about two and a half inches, while completely filling it internally. Now there was almost two feet of candy pink cock jutting out of his human penis- the human urethra stretched obscenely wide to allow it all to pass through! The bull phallus is too stiff to allow his human penis to buck when it throbs, so when it throbs his human penis just pulls tighter around the bull phallus, as if trying to suck it off from the bottom! There are a few pale violet veins visible under the pink flesh, but the veins of a bull phallus are not bulbous- they do not project from the surface.
As much as Greg wanted to ignore it- it is so enormous that he does not know how to even get out of bed without smacking it against literally everything. So much of it is outside of his dick that even if it started to go soft, the feeling of it sliding against his other cock is going to make it return to fully erect immediately. The longer it remains out, the more dominant his lust is going to become as well- he has to beat off to get his lust to go to sleep again.
The actual bovine phallus was too sensitive and the flesh too taut on the surface to grab and jack like you would a human penis- so he grabbed his human dick and masturbated both penis at the same time till he got enough pre smeared onto his other hand to slide along the bull cock further up- since it was definitely a two-handed weapon at this point. Again the tension inside built the pleasure quickly toward orgasm without much effort, but there was a feeling of increasing pressure elsewhere as well. He could feel his tail bone slowly growing, and the size of his balls increasing- gently pushing on his inner thighs for room! Because of how long the dick is; when Greg climaxed and thrust his hips up into the air- the cum actually missed both him and the entire bed, hitting the wall over the head of the bed and running down the wall instead. The bull dick shrank much faster than his human one again, but this time seemed to recall to his human penis and then slow down- making his human penis look obscenely thick for a few minutes because there was an entire additional flaccid dick inside of it. He groaned at the damage to the rest of his body though. His tail bone was now unusually long, though still short enough that most people would not call it an actual tail. His testicles were absolutely massive now! Or, most of them was anyway. The half that were his human balls remained unchanged, however they were now cradled by bull testicles at least three times their size. Without clothes to hold it up, his scrotum hangs the massive nuts at level with his knees! The layer of fur has now consumed them and the base around his balls and cock, but the fur is only a few centimeters long in the cleft of his balls, it's extremely short everywhere else- though dense.
Well... that sort of seems unfair. He cannot control what he dreams about, and his body's reaction to that. Until he passes her little test he is going to transform at least a little bit basically every time he goes to sleep. Granted that should wear off over the day... as long as nothing else compounds it. Being surrounded by beautiful women at work makes that easier said than done.
Greg was hyper-aware of his balls shuffling around slowly in all the loose scrotal flesh, stuffed in his uncomfortably tight underpants. He had to dash away from the other workers several times, feeling what might be the start of an erection coming on and having to flee to prevent it. He had less to dodge today at least- Sammie the tall dark and beautiful one is off work today... although that also meant they were short a woman, so today Greg had to milk some cows too. He was fine with that- without the women around he could just concentrate on the cows and not worry about getting unintentionally aroused. Bethany already taught him how to milk them properly the other evening.
Greg plopped down onto a stool and placed the bucket, looking down the row of cows he was assigned to do. Those are real big udders- it doesn't seem like that much but they hold a lot of milk, they won't drain easily. The moment he went to touch an udder he paused and remembered Bethany gently petting it to calm the cow, but as soon as he did that he kept thinking about how much like a pair of boobs it feels like. Well... it technically IS boobs- just a four pack of animal tits. Each segment like a watermelon. They get really veiny toward the base, trailing fat pink veins up the underside- the milk veins which connect the udder directly to the heart with their own personal supply of blood. Greg started to space out, patting the silky soft, rubbery skin.
He snapped out of it and groaned as he felt a pleasure building in his crotch again. *Oh no, not again!? It is a COW! It isn't even a woman, c'mon!*
His entire body stiffened in confused worry as he felt a warm tingle up his body. A moment later his muscles started to gently clench, then harder, then harder and swell a tiny bit! Because they all increase at once he can actually hear the stretching tissue quietly! His muscle mass is increasing! The veins trapped between muscle and the surface skin tightened and bulged. He went to fold his leg under himself to cut off the phallus but it raced up past his taint, preventing that from working. He grabbed his dick and pushed into the urethra at the base with his index, cutting off passage there. The bull phallus only paused for a moment and then forcefully rammed against his fingers! He was so startled he fell off the front of the stool, but because he is so close to the cow he knocked the stool back as he collapsed onto all fours! The cow just looked at him curiously.
He tried to stand up again but all his muscles pulsed tight, locking his body in its current position for a moment as they swelled! The bull penis emerged from his own dick and wedged between him and his pants, using its turgidity to pull the waist of his pants off of him by an inch! Greg started panting, gawking at the udder only inches from his face, though also shook his head.
*N-no. I am not into... this. I am a man not a beast! I won't give in.*
Greg remained on all fours stubbornly- not lifting his hands to tend to the mutant dick. He groaned loudly as it emerged more and more, inch after inch, but then suddenly slid backwards back into him! It did not even go soft, it just full-reversed.
*Did... did I do it? Did I win?*
A moment later it slowly but forcefully slid back forward, emerging again nearly a foot! It slowed to a stop a little over a foot exposed before burbling up some pre and then reversed again! But it still did not go soft. It started to emerge AGAIN! His balls started to lift slowly and drop down heavily over and over from the pleasure and Greg's eyes went wide as he realized what was going on! The bull inside of him- his lust made manifest- it is quite literally fucking him. He isn't touching it, so it's using the friction of cockn-cock to get itself off, it's fucking him from the inside out! Bethany cursed his lust to turn into a beast- a side effect of that is that a beast has a mind of its own, so the more power it gains, the more it is able to think for itself and potentially defy him! His dicks made sloppy, quiet wet squelching sounds as they rubbed together in a precum coated mess. Every time the bull shaft emerged fully it stuck a little further out, approaching the over two feet of shaft he had wobbling out of him when he woke up that morning before finally it erupted cum all over the floor with enough force to make audible splashing sounds as each jet pounded the floor!
The bull phallus shrank away again as his lust lost consciousness again. Greg remained stunned for over a minute before scrambling to get something to clean up the mess he made before someone else spots him. His clothes were tight now from all the muscle growth; he really looked beefy now. His muscles were not entirely settled either, they felt like they needed a good stretch but he did not at risk of encouraging them to grow still larger. Now he really had to avoid Bethany- if she seen him now she would immediately know something was up. He didn't want her to think he was losing, even if he so far IS.
Greg groaned, looking down the row of cows again and hustling to start milking them- already starting later than he should have. He had to hurry- he has no interest in cows but his lust is turning into a bull; which is very much attracted to cows. After orgasm, his lust becomes completely comatose, so it's entirely unaware of anything in the outside world for at least a short while. The only way he is going to be able to milk these bovine is if he does it before his lust wakes back up. Even if he does not masturbate himself- his lust can use him as a cocksleeve and just get itself off on him, which means he cannot stop it. What is he going to do? Grab the dick to hold it still? It will just slide in and out of his hands and get off even easier.
Even deliberately trying not to think sexy thoughts while milking was making it difficult! He was trying not to draw any parallels to human breasts, but in doing that he was technically thinking of human breasts. Greg managed to milk half of them before struggling. He felt the unintentional pleasure as the bovine phallus started to wake up and tried to slowly slide out. He sat so the edge of the stool was wedged against his perineum, preventing the second dick from passing through.
Bethany peeked in on him on her way past the barn. "Dang, still here? Not taking so long because you sprouted a tail or nothing?" She grinned at him.
He looked at her trying to cloak his nervousness. "N-no. I am fine. Just... this isn't usually my job, so."
"Oh, yea. Well we are already done, so we wrapped up on our end... you good to lock up the barn yourself?"
"Oh... yea, sure."
He did not even notice till now that the sun was at the far end of the sky already- it was the end of the day and he still had half a row of cows to empty out! Looks like he will be working overtime- but at least he won't have to worry about the women distracting him; they are going home. Sitting on the edge of the stool was making his entire crotch numb from cutting off the blood flow, but he could only let up off it long enough to get the feeling back before both his dicks started to swell and he had to cut it off again. He also had to get up to move over to the next cow. One cow after the other, his penis became a little bit more erect, then remained at that state because the blood also did not flow back out, so he was still getting an erection, just incredibly slowly and in stuttered bursts. He groaned at how overstuffed he felt- the bull phallus halfway up his taint but unable to pass any further forward, causing his taint to billow out, crammed full of more mass than it was ever meant to hold.
*Maybe... maybe if I let it out and then jack off again? It can't do anything if I ejaculate. Hrrngh, but jacking off in the first place is doing what it wants... giving it more control, more power... more shape.*
The problem is, is that he already gave it too much shape. If he had never let it fully wake up in the first place it would be regular lust, instead of lust manifested as an actual physical thing in which to actively fight him. At this point it is remaining stiff- so even though it cannot get out of him, it isn't shrinking back. That means unless he decides to sleep sitting upright on a stool the entire night- he can't keep it contained. The moment he gets up it is going to spring out.
At first Greg thought the muscles in his ass were starting to go numb from sitting so firmly on the very edge of the stool, but continued to milk as quickly as he could- ignoring his body the best he could. When he was done the next cow and needed to get up to move to the next, he looked at it and noticed that it was not just the sensation but its entire shape that was off! The muscles on the sides of his hips and outer, upper thighs were freakishly bulbous! What the heck was that? Cows have really bony looking asses- because their pelvis is shaped like a V; the two corners you see outwardly are the tips of the top of the V. He grabbed at it on either side- completely unsure of what it could even be. It felt like solid muscle, and mirrored the movement of the muscle under it, so he could tense or relax it, but there was no reason for muscle to be there, bulging out on the sides like handles. Unfortunately in examining himself there, he let up the pressure on his seat and the bull phallus started to slowly slide past. By the time he realized it was already too far forward- he could slow it but not stop it.
As his weird thigh-bulges can attest- ignoring the problem isn't fixing the problem. Even if it can't get out his lust is still there and still growing as a result. Greg tilted his hips forward and moaned unintentionally loudly as the inner phallus launched up through him very quickly, collecting all the pre from inside his human cock and flicking it in several different directions as it emerged and wobbled violently from its momentum. It immediately slid in an out a short distance, making micro-thrusts to rub the two cocks together. Greg grabbed his human penis to squeeze both of them as the inner phallus thrust itself, and then grabbed the bull cock closer to the top, having to bend it toward himself a bit in order to properly reach that high on the shaft! As he worked himself up, several of the cows looked at him in curiosity. His balls started to tense but their position in his scrotum did not change- as if they had become too heavy to raise on their own now. His human balls did not tense at all though, not responding to the stimulus. The bull testicles swelled a tiny big larger with every flex, smothering the human balls that were already too weak to even respond. The point where the two sets fused started to spread wider- stretching the human balls to conform better to the bull testicles' shape! Closer he got to orgasm, and the bigger his nuts deformed! Soon his human balls were just bumps on the front of the giant bull testicles, then wide slopes, and finally the balls actually lifted in the scrotum to squeeze against his pelvis, and that final long-held clench that delivered the sperm finally bloated the bull testicles so large they stretched his human balls out of existence entirely!! Each nut was the size of a cantaloupe- squished oblong, slung in a scrotum low enough to knock into his knees when he stands.
Demonstrating they were not just for show- his orgasm lasted almost two minutes, and the jets of cum lasted for two and a half seconds each, with only a half second gap between. During orgasm, Greg completely forgot his fight against the lust and grabbed around his human cock and squeezed down and inward, thrusting his entire hip along with the pleasure bursts, fully enjoying the ride. It was such a strong pleasure, and even the amount of cum he was creating was hot to him. He was also faintly aware of his tail bone extending again though. As if the force of his ejaculation went both forward and backward- the equal but opposite flow was the muscle in his already unusually large tail bone stretching the tissue out in preparation for actual caudal vertebrae to spawn. Once an orgasm starts it is essentially impossible to stop though- resistance will only hold back the physical pleasure, not the orgasm itself. The longer he launched heavy streamers of cum across the barn, the longer his tail grew! By the time he finished he had a full bull tail; tassel and all. His muscles even pulsed a bit bigger too- making his outfit fit him even worse. His midriff was now exposed because his bulbous upper body muscles were taking all the fabric of his shirt now, exposing his hard abs. The cleft between his abdominal muscles is so deep and defined you could stand a pencil up between them.
As the orgasm tapered off, it became a less sexy thought when he remembered that the orgasm was technically from a secondary being that is spawning off of him. He also looked back to the tail immediately and groaned nervously, knowing that would be considerably harder to hide from the women. The tail had the same red-brown fur as his nuts and crotch, but the tassel on the end was more of a base brown- a darker and more diffused brown. The bull phallus lost strength immediately after the show, but worryingly it did not pack itself away entirely! His human penis was stretched obscenely wide because the flaccid bull cock recalled as far as his existing dick but no further- so it still filled his entire taint... which means he cannot cut off its path. The weight of the entirely floppy bull dick inside of him, resting between his legs was bizarre feeling. The very tip of the bull cock remained still poking out of his human urethra. When his dick flopped around from movement it swung with four times its normal weight in spite of being the same size itself.
Several of the cows got out of line to better look at him, wondering what this odd human was doing, but also immediately recognizing the scent in the air as something that was not human. Greg's last ejaculation removed the remnants of his human sperm- it was only about 10% human sperm, 90% bovine. So the cows were wondering why they smelled a bull, when they only see a human.
Greg let out a long groan, deciding to leave the mess for now. He needed to milk all the cows before his lust woke back up, so the stripes of cum he painted across the barn would have to wait till he was done. He was the only human out here anyway, so it is not like anyone else will find it before then. He also noted his clothes were unable to contain him properly. His increased muscle mass made his clothes a very tight fit on its own- but also his balls were now larger and completely filled his underpants entirely on their own... which meant there was no room for cock. Even fully pulled up, his pants did not cover his dick. Thanks to the tail lashing around behind him, he also could not pull his pants completely up in the back, either. He also had zero control of the tail- it just did whatever it wanted on its own.
Even more distressingly though; when Greg stood up to switch to the next cow he almost fell over backwards! His entire body felt... weird. It was easier to move certain ways than normal but much harder to move in others. It almost felt like the muscles on his back were somehow larger than the rest? He looked at his hips and wondered if it was similar to what was happening there. He still did not know what that change was about. The muscle bulges there had grown too, and now better matched his actual thighs, but also they grew down, forming a long bubble-like formation of more narrow muscle, dangling off the bottom of the larger growth. Occasionally it would twitch on its own, but for the most part seemed to just mirror the muscle in his legs. His pants technically covered these growths for now but, it was a bit painfully tight there and you could still easily see the bulge through the fabric- it was not subtle.
Greg tried his best milking the next cow, but found himself spacing out. He was unconsciously moving his face closer and closer to the udder, leaning further forward.
*She smells nice. I can... feel the warmth radiating off her udders. So smooth... the skin on the surface is so soft and malleable. I wonder how much they weigh? Heh... I can help her carry them, if she wants.*
Greg did not notice, thinking what he felt was perhaps some leftover cum dribbling out or pre, but what he actually felt was the bovine phallus flopping out of his human penis again a bit longer but not harder. Because it already travels the entire length of his existing cock, they do not rub together in order for it to get out- so he was waiting for the unwarranted pleasure to alert him, and it wasn't going to happen that way, this time.
Greg let out a huff as his entire body tensed a bit on its own, his muscles felt... cramped. He could not help but arch himself forward and flex. The cramped feeling went away but the tightness of his skin only increased! When he flexed they did not just harden, but actually grew in size again, causing the seams of his outfit to let out distressed sounds. It was not just the meat of his body that grew this time however- once the prison of muscle expanded the bones took their tern to swell larger and bulkier in mass! His entire body increased in size! The bull cock slid a bit longer- though still completely soft, enough of its mass was hanging out now that the feeling of the two dicks wobbling back and forth was exaggerated through their length; and that feeling alone was able to promote an incoming erection.
Because he had grown larger, in order to properly reach down and look at what he was doing with the bloated teats of the cow- he needed to lean further forward. He was already rather tall for the stools, so he ended up leaning so far forward that the stood simply slid backwards out from under him and he fell onto all fours! Of course... he can milk a cow without actually looking directly at the teat- but that did not occur to him at the time. His horny thoughts of how close he wanted to be to those tits and his worried thoughts of having to milk them as quickly as possible became crossed- and instead of trying to get back up and onto the stool... Greg leaned forward, bowed his head, and took a teat into his mouth! He started drinking from the cow!
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lsed at random intervals. It was a mildly pleasant feeling, but he also noticed after a bit that his muscles were trying to flex on their own in reaction to the feeling. If he does that; they may grow again, making that feeling dangerous. For now he remained oblivious to the fact that the growths on the side of his hips were even longer and even less attached to his normal legs. Now with soft, noodly bones in their core- you could see the loose development of two joints down their length... they are separate proto-legs, and now long enough to dangle just lower than his knees.
He stomped awkwardly over to the next cow, still determined to do his job normally. His muscles kept flexing softly on their own and swelling a tiny bit bigger, causing his movement to be stuttered at best. He went to sit down and groaned as he remembered he did not even bring the stool to sit on, because he drank the last batch of milk. It did not even occur to him right now that he is milking the cows to sell the milk... they can't do that if he eats it. Greg got onto all fours to reach under the cow but his muscles kept flinching and swelling tighter and more bulbous, forcing him to pull his arm back quickly to brace himself. Only the muscle on the outside of his arms grew- the muscle on his back but not his front, and the proto legs instead of his old legs. This caused his entire muscle structure to deform, taking on a shape that is neither human nor bovine. You'd think a lot of muscle would make it easier for him to move around in, but its structure was all wrong, making his body very difficult to operate. His dick was also painting a path of pre across the floor and throbbing so tight that it almost itched with blood pressure, making it impossible to ignore completely.
*I can... barely move! My body doesn't respond to anything like it is supposed to! This fucking cock is like having a javelin glued to my crotch; it reaches things before I do! There is no way... I gotta get out of here. Just lock up, call in sick. I can't... keep... the cows are...* His body throbbed a bit bigger. *...it wants them. I had to avoid the women, but this thing isn't attracted to women, it's attracted to the cows... so I can't be around either until this regresses fully!* He looked himself over quickly as he squirmed on the floor, trying to get up. *I would have to call in sick tomorrow anyway- chances are this won't have regressed enough for me to be presentable, never mind keeping this hidden from Bethany.*
He shuffled back several feet quickly- almost falling over again but managing to use his momentum to keep himself upright till his butt hit the wall and he used that to brace himself enough to stand up straight. The cows were now out of line- half from becoming impatient to be milked, and half because the person milking them no longer smelled like a person. One curious cow walked up to him to get a better smell, and very much liked what she smelled from his crotch. His balls were entirely bovine, and so is their musk. She doesn't recognize the base of his shaft, but the body of it is all bovine, and she knows that shape well enough.
She uses her massive tongue to lick at the head of his human penis at the base of the bull penis, and Greg immediately shivers and bows forward from the feeling.
"N-no, no. Uh, I don't... well, it does, but I don't want... ahh-hhhhaaa-s-stop that!"
He put a hand on her forehead and went to push her away but his arm immediately locked in place! He could touch her but not push back against her- the deformed outer muscles immediately tensed, and since they are larger than his default muscles, they stopped him from moving entirely! And just gently touching her head like that makes it seem more like he is encouraging her than trying to shoo her away. Obviously the cow doesn't understand any of his words. She opened her mouth more, rubbing her soft pink lips on his shaft while coiling her tongue around it entirely!
Greg groaned and then unintentionally let out a snort as the muscles through his entire body started to spasm, trying to force him to do something. He kept trying to shove the cow away from his dicks, but wobbled because of his muscles fighting against him and bowed forward... which also aimed his dick forward, allowing the cow access to its end. The cow sucked on the tip, enjoying the mildly salty taste of the lube. As a herbivore its diet is usually very light on sodium.
Greg started to groan and moan rather desperately- the bull phallus bucking inside of his comparatively tiny human one- it was not moving much but it was thrusting with quite a bit of force as the cow sucked him. It held the forward thrust for a moment each time, forcing even more cock through the opening! His human dick could not take any more- but apparently there was even MORE bull dick in there! His human penis stretched obscenely around the base, and it was actually forced to stretch longer itself by more and more bull trying to force its way through. The feeling danced along the border of being painful but never quite tipped over. Greg was too blinded by the sensations to actually look down and see his genitals mutating! The fur was starting to grow up his cock! The throbs in his human cock caused it to unintentionally suck on the inner dick, but now those became less intense as the muscles devolved and the fur consumed the outside! When the fur overtook the now unrecognizably stretched glans, it grew longer than on the rest, forming a wispy tuft of fur on the tip... completing his dicks de-evolution into a sheath. He now only has one cock, and it is bull. His human penis has been regressed into its sheath, and the only bald strip of flesh still on it fused to his underside, completing its transition.
The feeling of the cow's soft lips and large rippling tongue on his cock caused him to shiver from the pleasure. He reflexively curled his toes from the pleasure, not realizing that using his leg muscles at all was promoting growth in the proto legs on his side! They grew massively now, their shape becoming quickly more recognizable as the bone properly formed inside of them! Greg noticed out of the corner of his eye and tried his best to pull away in panic but the cow bowed forward to follow the dick, and the mutated muscles forced him to buck forward again- putting his cock even deeper down her muzzle if anything!
The muscles on the outside of his arms and over his back were getting so big it almost felt like someone standing on his back! Without even meaning to, his arms moved on their own and loosely placed themselves on either of the cow's stumpy horns, loosely using them like handlebars. Greg's eyes went wide as he finally realized what was happening, when he looked at his poor deforming arms and seen his hands. His pinky and ring finger had next to no mobility in them, and were at the very least twice as big as all his other digits and still growing. The nails on them were now shaped like rounded triangles and almost solid black! They were growing in size all the way back to his wrist, deforming the shape of his entire hand along with them! His entire body started to grow in overall size again as the cow eagerly sucked his long smooth cock, and as the ends of the sleeves finally became too tight around his deformed arms and ripped- Greg seen the red pelt growing on him under his clothes... but only on the muscle deforming away from the rest of him. The two growing digits are the developing front segments of a bull hoof. He is growing bull arms out of his own arms! It is the same fate that his balls succumbed to- the bull grows out of him but then as it becomes more dominant, it begins to consume him.
The bull grows inside until it is too big, then he essentially turns insideut, and then the human is trapped inside of the bull. The bull was originally just his lust- a mental state inside his head. If he doesn't get this under control REAL fast- his entire existence is going to be regressed to nothing but a brief mental state inside of the bull's mind!
"M-mmno! No y-yoouu got toOO... s-s-stohhop!" Greg tried talking the cow down, even though it cannot understand him, and was shocked with how thunderously deep his voice suddenly was!
In response to him trying to use his voice to defy it- his throat convulsed and the veins immediately pulled rock hard and bloated tremendously- easily visible on the surface! The muscle in his neck grew at an alarming rate in all directions! Greg was forced to remain bent over- presenting his cock at a convenient angle for the cow to keep sucking on because of the increasing weight of the muscle growing off his back! His sleeves tore upward from the less-flexible cuffs breaking first, but before the rip even made it all the way up; his grotesquely malformed back muscles completely blew out the entire back of his shirt! The garment remained clinging on by the shoulder till the rips on the sleeves made it all the way up, and then it fell off entirely!
His giant low-slung balls lifted themselves in the long scrotum a bit more every pulse, and finally when they hit the top and he erupted in orgasm- the very same moment his hips let out a loud, hollow pop! With a pop, several crunches and two quieter pops- his hips both grew and reformed, as if the pleasure surge is what changed them! They became much larger, but because he was growing bovine legs on the outsides of his own legs; his legs were caught on the inside of the bull legs and could not follow the sockets they attach to as the pelvis now put them further apart... which caused the bovine legs to instead link into those sockets instead. With an aggressive stomp the newly formed bull legs slammed into the floor and lifted him up on them, causing his human legs to dangle an inch off the ground. Even if his human legs were still able to reach- they no longer socket into anything, so they are sort of just free-floating off the rest of his skeleton, so they cannot support any weight! Of course this was the end of his already extremely ill-fit pants. The moment his hips changed the seams on the side exploded apart, and then very quickly ripped down the entire length of the legs, falling away like scrapped rags. His underpants looked like a thong for his balls alone, so without the support of the pants under them, they had to carry the full weight of his giant testicles and immediately snapped off- launching themselves two feet, spinning through the air thanks to the elastic in them.
Greg is essentially being lifted up by and wedged inside of a red bull! He has absolutely no control over the legs and hips now, so the bull eagerly thrusts into the cow, which lets out a muffled low as it eagerly sucks down the sticky hot love. He feels his neck deforming and the growth oddly wobbling back and forth, brushing the top of his head. He did not realize what was happening till he heard him snort, letting out powerful jets of hot air from its new nostrils... he has grown a complete bull head from the top of his neck! His grotesquely malformed neck branches at the top into two heads, stacked on top of one another! The top back of Greg's neck was still fused to the bull's throat just under its jaw, so the two heads could not divide from one another very far.
The cow went to pull away as the penis started to go soft, and the bull leaned its weight back onto the wall so it could thrust forward as far as possible to stay in its mouth longer. The cow finally popped off, licking its lips and then let out a short, pleased moo before wandering away- practically shoved aside by the other cows now gathering, having seen what this strange creature is packing. Greg tried to make a mad dash toward the barn doors, panting and delirious with hormones as he is, but his legs did nothing more than swing back and forth gently below them. Without directly connecting to his skeletal structure they are entirely useless, and the bull legs are so much larger that they hold his human ones off the ground anyway. His arms are still attached, but the bull arms are inside and sortf beside them, so when one set of arms moves; so does the other. And a bull is a hell of a lot stronger than a man.
Greg tried to walk forward but stumbled and flopped forward. The moment the proto-hooves on the front limbs hit the ground the muscle flexed to catch him and expanded massively! The bull muscles expanded inward, partially consuming the human arms they were originally born from! Now the bull arms covered the top, bottom, and outer facing sides, leaving only a strip of human bulging out on the inner arms! His two fingers and thumb had no strength in them at all, and could only uselessly wiggle around. What had been his two last fingers were now giant, and taking the shape of a bull hoof- two much smaller digits forming from where the human wrist was to become dew claws, but at the moment their hoof segments were nothing more than shallow bumps.
The giant phallus wobbled and wagged under them, getting softer but not shrinking back at all. At the sight of the approaching cows, its own wobbling caused it to return to full erection- slapping Greg in the face when it tensed up, splatting precum across his forehead. Their skin turned to goosebumps at the bizarre sensation of the spine re-locating inside of them! It arched further out and the vertebrae bulked up tremendously as it pulled out of Greg's back and floated upward into the forming back of the bull instead! This caused his growing muscles to wrap partially around to Greg's side, threatening to suck him inside! The bull stood proudly on his forming arms and bellowed loudly to the cows as his arms started to enlarge, further deforming Greg's human arms against their sides!
Greg's rib cage started to become brittle as the mass was stolen, and branched upward for a moment looking like a figure 8 as the bull's ribs spawned off the back of his own! The forming ribs caused the back muscles to yank up off his torso making it three times as wide as normal, before another set of gigantically bulbous muscle formed and both the bull and Greg moaned deeply at the sudden feeling of the muscle becoming too large for where it was, and getting shoved suddenly around their shoulders! They grew almost perfectly overlapped so it wasn't even outwardly visible that he had two sets of shoulder blades till now- the new bovine pectoral muscles yanked themselves between the two sets of shoulders and separated them. This yanked up on their arms, but because the bull arms were growing rapidly it compensated for the added distance easily enough.
There is now a cannon bone where half his hand used to be, extending out into a fully developed set of cloven hooves- which means what is left of his two shrinking fingers and thumb are dangling over a foot away from the ground at maximum length.
The horniness was so much it was like every time his cock tensed up his thoughts whited out, preventing him from completing any thoughts!
*F-fuuuck... s-s-so h-horny. So hOOuurny, don't want to be. I don't... I don't... cows. Not a bull. CoOOUuws so big... udders so b-big, juicy... need toOO milk, fuck... need to fuck- no m-m-milk... slap balls on their udder... fuck... need them around...cock-no, need to get around them toOOOo the... door.*
Precum was spewing out of his dick so heavily it almost looked like he was peeing. His dick is so turgid it can't even flick any more- it just vibrates. As soon as the bull tried to move, walking on all fours; its body let out a rapid-fire cacophony of pops and cracks as its entire torso lengthened! It looked like its front moved forward while the rear remained in place! Greg's body however did not change length. The bull's chest shoved forward, which caused his human head to slide under- now fused to what is the bull's chest! The bull now had its own completed, massive, muscular neck and could look around without having to turn its entire body. It scanned the cows- its nostrils flaring as it tasted their scent and jet out hot air in grunts of approval. The nose of the bull is a dark red-pink, while the fur is closer to a true red.
"N...nuh. Yooou can't make... mmme, s-so hard... needs... hole! No, n-need to get away... get OFF. So... soOOuu many cows, m-M-MOOo easy to f-f-fuuuck. Just... more. Little... moOOure"
Gregs thoughts were spinning without pause, and because he was getting progressively less neurons to work with and the bull was gaining more- half their thoughts ended up crossing over between the two of them, so neither could tell which one was thinking which thought. One of the cows closer to them turned her boxy rump and lifted her tail, glancing back at the bull over her shoulders and he did not hesitate to take the invitation. Of course; since Greg is fused to his underside, that meant he gets sandwiched between two bovine!
Greg tried to protest or use his grip on the cow's back to somehow squirm away against all logic, but of course failed utterly. He could not make any sounds other than gasps and grunts because he had the entire weight of a full grown bull mashing him into the cow's backside, forcing the air in and out of his lungs in time with the beast's thrusts! Because his ears are partially fused into its chest, Greg could hear the stretching tissue within, the bones groaning and clicking as they expand and re-set in their new positions. The bull is growing still. Only able to get his dick in and barely grasp around her hips at first, mashing Greg's face into her back just beside her tail, barely over her butt. Slowly he slid up her back further and further as he grew still bigger, but Greg remained the same size. Greg's mind blanking too badly to even close his mouth, leaving a thin line of drool onto the cow's back. The bull was grinding him off between the two bovine bodies, like a sheet of sandpaper removing a lump.
The pleasure blanked all of his thoughts regardless, the feeling of a creature as large as a cow being wrapped firmly around the enormously long shaft. Their low-slung balls colliding with the back cleft of her fat, heavy udder, clapping against it. And they fit tighter and tighter as their overall size grew, surpassing the size of the cow under them. The bull let out rumbling, quiet lows and loud snorts and grunts as he thrust into her. Greg getting rubbed back and forth by a cow above and bull below, trapped between as he felt the bulbous muscles flex and swell larger, swallowing more of his human body into him. His chest felt tight with nervousness but he was so consumed with lust that he did not think of why he was nervous- what he should be doing about it, or what it even means for him. He just moved automatically with the muscles around him, willingly getting jerked around like a puppet so he can experience more of this wondrous pleasure. His cock felt so tight and uncomfortable on its own- it was so good and comfortable inside this cow, he didn't want it to ever leave. This cow's pussy was its home now; he wanted to stay here forever.
Greg's arms were swallowed into the bull's arms, leaving only three nubs that were formerly his digits, just past his wrist joints, but those soon stretched flat. The already completely useless human legs were mashed between the thighs of two bovine, and squished into and were absorbed by the giant triangular shaped thighs of the bull; their biomass feeding his expanding body! Their midriff was one and the same, and had already barreled out to bovine proportions. The bull came explosively into the cow, letting out a thunderously deep lowing before dismounting.
The bull did not slow down however- he is lust incarnate so even with his dick still connected to the cow with a thin line of stretched cum, he was already looking for the next volunteer; not even close to going soft. Greg was able to catch his breath, but made no attempt to protest. His brain was still utterly blank from pleasure and lust- most of his braincells stolen away to place into the bull's head. He let his crotch do the talking a bit too much- now it does the moving, the thinking, and existing for him too.
The bull seen a cow eyeing him up but too shy to actually approach. He intimidatingly walked up to her and booped his wet, textured nose against hers and after a moment they opened their mouths and entwined their long tongues in a strange sortf bovine kiss. She went to turn around and the bull nudged her with his forehead, as if to hurry her along. He reared up and got up onto her hips on the first try, then used her hips to heave himself up onto her back- bovine are extremely awkward on two legs. He slammed his cock into her, feeling her stretch around his mighty phallus. The other had two calves- this one had only had one so far; her pussy is tighter. Her milk supply was running out even though she was being constantly milked, it had been too long since she had her calf. Well... the bull can take care of that real quick. There aren't any red bovine in the ranch yet, let's mix up the colors a bit. When he hilted his dick in her, he rest his weight onto her back and because Greg's ribs were so brittle already from feeding the expansion of the bull's ribs, his entire rib cage basically turned to dust instantly on impact. What was left exposed of his torso was immediately stretched out. The bull took a deep breath as his chest expanded, and the red fur grew inward, consuming the human portion entirely. Greg's head was partially fused into the chest, so when it expanded it also caused his skull to lose its shape and his head to stretch out with the chest. His hair quickly fell out as the two bovine bodies rocked back and forth against him. His mouth hung open drooling with a blissfully stupid look on his face- his head completely empty, just processing the pleasure he felt and nothing else.
*Let it... more... so much... good. Is... cum...bull in...*
The muscle under the face bulged and the eyes were forced shut and started to sink in, the mouth closed and started to fused shut and the nose stretched completely flat against the skin- the bull climaxed rather quickly and suddenly as the last traces of Greg were devoured in his own lust, immediately removing anything that had been holding the bull back.
Bethany got to work the next day to see the other two women rather distressed and confused. All of the cows were already out in the field, the barn was an absolute catastrophe and Greg was nowhere to be found- but they did find the scraps of his absolutely shredded clothing.
Bethany let out a frustrated sigh, watching a red bull chase a cow through the field. "You stupid idiot. I gave you that curse to teach you a lesson! You can't learn your lesson if you are a bull! How the hell did you turn completely in one single evening?!" She was unaware that he had been hiding his changes- and had already many alterations by their last meeting.
Overnight the bull had managed to fuck every one of the cows that had not already been penned and may very well have impregnated all of them if he was smart enough to open the pens to get at the rest of them. That meant the entire third of the lactating cows Greg had been assigned were now pregnant again.
Bethany shrugged and sighed. "Well, the old man had been wanting a new bull but was complaining about the costs... now he has one for free. Because I am still not wasting another spell charge on you- I warned you."
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*Disclaimer: Celebrity appearances in this series are in no any way to be considered realistic. They are included for the entertainment of open-minded adults only. Their thoughts, words, and deeds are in no way indicative of the real celebrity. They exist here only to build a story around.*
As the evening wound down, Gary, Mark, Lori and Holly were busy showing the record company executives the private viewing suites. Everyone seemed impressed.
Michelle found Courtney Friel and her husband Carter Evans. She asked them back to the mansion for the after party celebrations. They were happy to accept.
Limos arrived and people were leaving. Paparazzi were outside in force while the parking lots were full of fans. Many would camp out overnight insuring they would get inside tomorrow night.
"Gary, I heard a rumor that you made an addition to your pool?" Donald asked.
"Nothing escapes you, does it?" Gary laughed. "Yes, and I love it but with Brenda next door, I don't look so good anymore."
"Is Mark diving again? He's come back wonderfully. I was pleased because when I saw him in Vegas, he looked like crap. He wouldn't tell me what was wrong but I found out."
"I can't imagine where. Now I am going to kill those three assholes. Yes, he is diving. It's good for him."
"You know they really are family and were so worried about him. They owe everything to him. They swore me to secrecy and I've respected that. His woman, Cherry, is something else though. What is the word I'm searching for?"
"I do believe the word is Phenomenal, Donald. That is the only word to describe Cherry. I hope you brought your swimsuits. I'll see you at the house."
Tammy was on her game when the stars started to arrive. Their luggage had arrived earlier. She showed each new arrival where they would be staying and invited them to the pool area for cocktails.
The Clubs had closed but the restaurant was still full. Jill walked into the store just as Vicki had finished closing everything out.
"Look at the shelves Jill. We need stock and we need it now," Vicki grinned.
Jill laughed, "We figured that was going to happen. I have a truck loaded and ready. It will be here first thing in the morning. Are you happy?"
"This place was crazy all day. I'm very happy."
"Let's go home, you need a drink," Jill said as they locked the doors. Both clubs were locked but the restaurant would be open to the public very soon. "Have you ever hobnobbed with the rich and famous before?"
"No, I'm feeling intimidated. Are they all staying at the house?"
"Yes," Jill giggled. "Everyone is under strict orders to behave but I will guarantee there will be more fucking than you could imagine tonight. I know two men who are going to get the ride of their lives tonight. One of them has been waiting for this night for twenty-five years."
"What? I'm confused. Who has been waiting that long?" she asked as the walked to the car.
"My best friend in high school and my roommate in college is a gal named Suzie. She was madly in love with the three amigos. She had absolutely no idea that I even spoke to them. Everyone in school thought I hated them and vice-versa. That shows you how much they knew," she grinned. "The guys knew exactly how she felt towards them but they loved me. That was that. Suzie eventually married a great man who has had a hardon for me since middle school. Well, tonight the guys are going to finally rock her world. Gina, Brianna and I are going to rock his."
"Why is Gina and Brianna involved in this?"
"Frank is here with his boss and his wife. They run our control tower at the airport. We all talk to each other all the time over the radio. This is the first time we've actually been together in a long time. This will be a good night."
It was a warm night when they got home and everyone was on the patio. Loretta sat there with Reba and Beyonce. Mark and Gary made a beeline towards her. She introduced Reba to them and they were thrilled to meet her. They met her husband, Narvel Blackstock.
"You sir, are a very lucky man," Mark said as he shook his hand.
"Neither of you are doing too shabby yourselves," he laughed.
Gary laughed, and shook hands with both of them. Reba was absolutely gorgeous. He looked at Loretta and then to Beyoncé.
"Ut, oh girlfriend, here it comes," Loretta giggled.
Beyoncé's eyes were twinkling.
"You two, oh, you two are in for it. I could just take the two of you over my knee," Gary said.
"Promises, promises," Beyoncé mocked him.
"Seriously, talk about a mind-blowing surprise. We never expected any of this. You two simply took this over the top. We can't thank you enough."
"So when are you going to spank me?" Loretta teased. She saw the shocked look on Reba's face. "What, do you think I don't know their reputations? Girlfriend, back in my day..."
"Oh you're so bad," Reba said breathlessly.
"No darlin, I was that damned good."
Mark walked over to her, bent down, and kissed her. "You still are that damned good Loretta, and we love you unconditionally. Thank you. Thank you for everything."
Reba looked at Gary and smiled. "You outdid yourself with this new line of clothes Gary. I love them; they are so sexy. I saw several things I want."
"I saw something I want too," Narvel said. "I think Reba would look gorgeous wearing chaps?"
"Not on stage, oh no," she giggled. "Where the hell did you get the idea for those?"
"You tell her Mark, it was your idea," Gary said.
He told her the story about Halloween at the Luxor, and what happened after he saw those three women. He told her about his other friend also named Gary, and what his wife said to him afterwards.
Reba laughed herself silly. "She really said that to him? That is hilarious. I want to meet that girl."
"I wish you could Reba. Unfortunately, she died a few months after that but you did give her the thrill of a lifetime though. They were both cab drivers and, as you know, they get tickets to all the shows for free. Well, almost all the shows are free. He took her to see you at the Hilton. He told me it was the most expensive tickets he had ever paid for but they loved it. The next day, Kaye was in the cab line at the Hilton and your limo came in. Apparently, you saw a woman waiting in the cab line wearing a blouse you liked. You had the limo stop and you got out to ask her where she got it."
"Oh I remember that."
"Anyway, you did that right in front of her car. She was crazy thinking she was that close to you. You were her hero."
"I wish I had known. I would have invited her to dinner. She sounds like she was a great lady."
"Yeah, she was just a real sweet redhead, with a wicked sense of humor. She loved country and so does her husband. Their first date was to see Garth Brooks and afterwards, he proposed. We all miss her."
"How is her husband doing?"
"He misses her. She was a gem and he won't even date anymore. I feel bad for him. He works, comes home, and won't even go into a casino anymore."
"Give me his number. I'll call him and have dinner with him. I'll call Garth and Trish to join us. I think he'd like that," Reba smiled.
Gary laughed, "I know Gary too; he wouldn't just like that, he'd love it. Thanks Reba, thanks a lot."
"So that is where the outfit came from. I loved it and she almost killed him over his reaction," Mark laughed.
Carmen walked up and introduced John Rich to Gary and Mark. They chatted for a bit and Carmen told Gary and Mark that Jill was looking for them.
Mark saw Cherry holding court surrounded with all the artists who had appeared at the Glove. Mark walked up and kissed her. They met everyone and said they would be back.
"Jill is looking for you darling," Cherry said as she kissed him again. "She introduced me to Suzie and Dorothy. Rock their world darling. Suzie's been waiting for this for a long time."
"Have I told you today, Cherry Anderson? Have I told you how proud of you I am? How thrilled I was to see you on those stages tonight? Have I told you how much I truly love you?" Mark looked into her eyes and he saw the love within. He kissed her one more time. "Enjoy yourself baby."
Michelle, Lori, and Holly were the perfect hosts. They were entertaining their guests. Holly apparently developed a permanent attachment at the hip to Toby Keith and Toby certainly wasn't complaining.
"Jill, what did Jeremy mean when he said you'd be gobbling Frank's cock tonight?" Suzie giggled. "That Jeremy always says the wildest things."
"Honey, we've been the closest of the closest friends for years. I know everything about you. When did you become blonde?" Jill laughed.
"I what?"
"What the fuck do you think he meant?"
"Well, with Jeremy, I never know. He always teased me so much. They all did. I never know when they are being serious with me. Take you, for example, they hated you. They could not stand to be in the same room with you. It took me years to find out you had been doing them all along."
"Is that right?" Dorothy asked. "Those two men are as hot as hot can get. You've slept with both of them Jill? Wow, are you one lucky girl."
"Dorothy, this cunt has been fucking all three of them constantly since way before she should have. They manipulated the entire school. Everyone thought they hated Jill so obviously something had to be wrong with her. They wouldn't go near her. Sure, every boy in school wanted Jill but if the three amigos were that adamant that there was something wrong with her, they stayed away as well. Those three boys ignored every girl in school. I think, other than Jill, they spent the most time talking to me. I went all through school with a sopping wet pussy and I never as much as got a kiss out of any of them. They were always dating the models. Scratch that, they dated supermodels. Try competing with Cheryl and Christie. It pissed us all off," Suzie explained.
"So what does that have to do with Jeremy's comment?" Dorothy asked.
"Did you hear the one about the pilots who promised your husband pickled eggs?" Mark grinned as they walked up to join them.
"We both did," Dorothy, laughed. "Good God, don't let that happen please."
"Gina and Brianna were those pilots. I threatened to fire them if they even thought about it," Mark grinned. "We don't have to tell you about that Suzie. They were upset and said they had promised him they would get them for him."
"And I told them to fuck him if he can't take a joke," Gary laughed.
Jill leaned over, took Suzie's face, and pulled her close. "Darling, you know it's hard to say no to any of these guys so that is exactly what we are going to do. We are going to fuck their brains out and you two are in for the night of your life. I can finally say this to you and mean it." She kissed Suzie sweetly, "Welcome to the family darling."
Gary put his arm around Suzie and Mark put his around Dorothy. "Let us show you the house."
"Rose looked at Wendy and laughed, "We'll give them a few hours and then join them. It should be very interesting."
"Ya think?" Wendy giggled. "Check this out." Luke Bryan and Staci were walking down towards the water. "I bet she finally does him."
"Lucky girl," Rose giggled. "I'd do him."
"Rose, I love you with all my heart but I seriously think you'd do the Hunchback of Notre Dame." Wendy ducked as Rose tried to roundhouse her.
They walked back to the patio and saw that Jerry and Gina Jones were sitting with Donald Trump and his wife Melania. Richard Branson sat next to Ainsley and was very captivated by her. They talked about flying and she was her usual sponge for knowledge.
Ivanka Trump had joined Ronnie and they were all sitting by the pool laughing and having a wonderful time.
"Gary, you've made so many changes to the house. I know I was here for the party back in high school but now, it is a palace," Suzie sighed. "If I had only known, I would have been all over you."
"You lying bitch," Mark laughed. "You were all over us, time and time again."
"Yes and I lost, didn't I? Do you three realize how many girls wanted you in school? I would have done you in Biology Class for what it is worth. Most of the girls said the same thing too. You have no idea. You couldn't handle them all."
"Oh my God," Mark grinned. "Did she just issue a challenge? Gar, it is time for a class reunion."
"No shit, Sherlock. The gauntlet has been thrown down," he said as he directed Suzie and Dorothy into his wing of the house.
"Wait, holy shit, you have three stripper poles in your bedroom?" Dorothy exclaimed. "Why do you need three poles?"
"Darling, this room gets a lot of use. Haven't you met Gary's ladies yet?" Mark said to Dorothy
"Don't worry, if you haven't yet, you will before this night is over," Gary said as he took Suzie in his arms and turned her face to his. "I've been waiting a lifetime for this too."
Suzie pushed him away. She walked over to Dorothy and grabbed Mark. She pushed both men down on the bed and she stood in front of them with her legs spread and hands on her hips. "Okay, motherfuckers, I have something to say and I've waited years to say this to you. I just wish Jeremy was here to hear what I have to say."
"Hold on, do you want Jeremy here?" Mark laughed.
"Damn right I do. I just wish he were here to listen to what I have to say. I am so mad at you three assholes."
Gary reached for the tablet and the massive big screen came to life. Jeremy smiled at the scene before him.
"What the fuck?" Dorothy giggled.
Suzie turned and saw his lovely face smiling and she went off like a Roman candle. "You three have pissed me off more than I can ever describe. Were you just that fucking blind, or were you simply mean as shit? What did a girl have to do to get it through any of your heads that we wanted you? Goddammit! I wanted to fuck you, you, and yes you over there in exile land. My best friend, a woman I love as much as I love each of you, had you all to herself and you never let me in. Why? Don't you think I could rock your world just as well as Jill?"
"Suzie, we all wanted you," Jeremy told her. "Jill wanted us to let you in but we had something so special with her and honestly, we didn't want to fuck that up. My mom was hell bent on having Jill marry one of us but we said no. She didn't know we had married her years before. She is our first and true love, and always will be."
"Do you think we are stupid?" Mark asked her seriously. "Suzie, next to Jill, there wasn't another girl in school to hold a candle to you. We all wanted you."
"What you didn't know is this. Frank has been a close friend all our lives. We knew he was just simply head over heels in love with you. Even back in the days when you didn't give him a second glance, we knew how he felt. Sure we teased the shit out of you," Gary grinned.
"And we did a fucking good job of it, I might add," Jeremy laughed.
"But we somehow knew this day would come too. Suzie, the three of us have lusted over you since we were very young. Tonight, we hope you will forgive us," Mark told her sincerely.
"You cocksuckers, you lovely, delicious cocksuckers; do you have any idea how many years of pent up orgasms you fuckers owe me? You don't know this because we haven't seen each other in a long time but, Frank and I are swingers. Tom and Dorothy play with us all the time. I am going to fuck your brains out tonight and I don't plan on stopping. I am so pissed Jeremy. I want you here too."
"Darling, I hope you heard what I said earlier. You are coming to Thailand from now on. The three amigos are going to rock your world unlike anything you've ever seen before. That, my love, is a promise. Gary, are Tom and Frank being taken care of?"
Gary burst out laughing, "Bro, Jill has everything under control. She isn't alone. Gina and Brianna are there and from what I heard; Brenda is making a command appearance."
"They won't be able to walk. Good. Dorothy, I know we haven't met yet but darling, you look delicious. You and your husband are definitely coming to Thailand as well. Does that work for you?" Jeremy asked.
"If it means I get to fuck the three of you, damned right, I wouldn't miss it for the world," she blushed.
"You have a deal darlings. Hey guys, can we break a rule once?"
Mark laughed, "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"Yeah I am. Ladies, no one comes to Thailand unless they have been 'certified'. That is simply a rule around here. I am proposing that we hold off on that until they get here. After all, we owe Frank and Suzie big time. What do you think?"
"I'm thinking I will need to buy a hospital jet," Gary snickered. "I also think it is a wonderful idea."
"Suzie, I have to ask this, I hope it doesn't offend you but I have to know. Are Frank and Tom bi by any chance?" Jeremy asked.
Suzie looked at Dorothy and they both blushed. She looked at Jeremy and nodded.
"Oh my God," Gary laughed. "Ohmigod! This is going to be one hell of a trip."
Gary walked to Suzie, tilted her face upwards and their eyes met. He felt her tremble as their eyes darted from a steady gaze to each other's lips and back. Their kiss was electric. Years of pent up passion flowed between them. Suzie was inflamed.
Gary undid the clasp on her gown. It slipped to the floor. Suzie was still as good looking as she had been in high school. She never had children; still the tight, hot cheerleader she was back then. Her honey blonde hair cascaded off her shoulders. Gary kissed her neck while undoing the clasp on her bra.
His tongue drove her lustfully insane as she fumbled while undoing his shirt. Her thin bra fell away. She inhaled sharply. For the first time in her life, she felt his naked flesh against her own. Her lips crushed his as her hands fell to his belt. He nibbled her lip and she felt weak. Her fingers undid his trousers but they did not fall away. He held her body close. She felt him pressing hard against her stomach and her knees shook. Gary picked her up and carried her to the bed.
"Ohmigod, this is really happening, isn't it?" Suzie said breathlessly. "Please tell me this isn't a dream. I want this to be real darling."
"Yes, you delicious creature, it finally is happening. It is not a dream. You, on the other hand, are definitely a walking wet dream."
"Oh Gary, I want a promise from you two," she grinned as she raised her body up on one elbow. "I want you two to do us exactly the way Jill told me you do her."
"Dammit, sis is talking out of school again," Mark, laughed from across the room. He had Dorothy completely aroused and she loved it.
"We can't quite do that tonight baby. We have to take you two to Thailand to do that." Gary said as he started to kiss her spectacular body. "We will do our best though darling."
Two hours and many earth-shattering orgasms later, two wonderful women lay in total exhaustion. Smiles stretched across their lovely faces. They hadn't heard anything other than the shrieks and wails of their own sweet bliss as these two men had taken them to the extreme heights of passion.
They also didn't hear four gorgeous women enter the suite and take their positions around the room. The women watched in silence as Suzie and Dorothy flailed and floated across the massive bed.
"I don't know, I'm betting that was only phase one. What do you think Wendy?" Cherry purred.
Dorothy and Suzie sat bolt upright and looked around the room.
"Definitely, that was just phase one baby. They haven't even started yet. I know our men. They have only just begun. I wonder what those cunts are doing upstairs," Wendy giggled.
Debbie started mixing drinks as Rose hung up the phone.
"Make more baby, they are coming down," Rose giggled as she started lighting candles and placing them around the room.
Cherry walked over to the bed and she kissed both women sensuously. "How is your night going dear?"
The elevator chimed and Jill walked off the elevator. Gina had Tom, and Brianna had Frank as they led them into the room by their dicks. Brenda followed and kept swatting their asses as they walked.
Suzie jumped off the bed and got right in Jill's face. "You CUNT! You cocksucking, greedy CUNT! I could just scratch your eyes out. You greedy bitch. Ohmigod! Ohmigod!" She grabbed Jill and she kissed her so deeply. "Bitch!"
Mark and Gary collapsed on the bed in hysterics.
"What are you bitching about? They haven't even fucked you yet?"
"Oh yes they did!" Dorothy exclaimed.
"Oh no they haven't!" the assembled masses yelled.
"Not by a long shot," Rose said as she handed Suzie a drink. "Girl, they haven't even got out of first gear yet."
"You two look like you've had a good time so far," Mark giggled as he looked at Frank and Tom.
"You heard what Suzie said to Jill didn't you? Well asshole, that goes for me too. You kept this fabulously gorgeous woman away from all of us. It's not fair. I swear; I don't know what to say right now."
The music came on and Cherry laughed as she hit the center pole. Her dance was so sexy and she was just so damned hot. She came off that pole and the room erupted as she landed in front of Frank. That was all it took and within half a minute, a full-blown orgy was in progress.
Rose walked out and returned with Jim in tow. Holly was busy and Jim welcomed her invitation.
The candles were having their usual effect. Suzie was on fire. Jim saw where they were going and smiled. He was a good stand in for Jeremy. They took her to heaven and back repeatedly and she went wild. Her body trembled and shook. Each massive orgasm was longer and harder than the last. They were just warming up. Her body glistened. With her ass filled, her pussy flowed. She was thrilled with each of their cocks' substantial presence.
This wasn't just special to Suzie. Gary and Mark were so pleased to be doing someone they had cared about most of their lives. Finally and officially welcoming them into the 'family' meant a lot to all of them.
Dorothy sipped her drink and just watched. What she saw was beyond her wildest dreams. She knew she was next but they were not finished with Suzie yet. Rose slid onto the bed and she kissed Dorothy sweetly. Her hands roamed over her body and her face fell between her legs. Rose licked and Dorothy came, never once taking her gaze off the love and affection Suzie was receiving.
Jill lit a smoke and relaxed as Brenda licked her pussy lovingly.
Cherry, Wendy, Debbie, Gina, and Brianna were taking Frank and Tom to places they had never seen before and those two men were speechless.
They turned their attention to Dorothy and she smiled. She lifted Rose up and kissed her with animalistic passion.
Dorothy molded into Mark and her kiss was atomic. She considered herself worldly but what she had witnessed just now was so far out of this galaxy. Now, it was her turn and she could not wait. Jim backed off and helped Rose attend to a semi-conscious Suzie. Mark and Gary had the extreme pleasure of really getting to know Dorothy and she them.
An hour later, Dorothy was Jell-O, with a racing heart and throbbing body. She had never experienced three gorgeous men do the things to her that they did. They were hunks, they were strong, but dammit, they were like one person. Everything they did, they did perfectly and in unison too. Jill was such a lucky bitch.
Cherry was on fire. She had been on her best behavior tonight. She had some of the hottest black cocks in the world there tonight but she wasn't having any of it. Later, fuck yes, but not tonight.
Now, she was going to show Mark's friends just how lucky he was and she was going to do them so well. She wasn't surprised to discover that they were very handsome, strong, and virile. They were, after all, friends those men had grown up with. She didn't know then how hysterically funny they could be but, she was sure there was lots she would learn from now on. She knew she was going to fuck their brains out and leave them limp and smiling.
Suzie and Dorothy lay exhausted on the sheets as Jill climbed between them. She kissed Suzie and then Dorothy. Both women just looked at her and giggled.
"Where the fuck did they learn how to do that?" Suzie whispered.
Jill laughed, "Brenda, come here darling." Jill told Suzie who lay there in wide-eyed astonishment.
"This answered a ton of questions. I followed you one day from school. I saw you drive over here and I was sure you were going to see Jeremy but you went to Brenda's house instead. I figured she was giving you dance lessons or helping with the cheer-leading routines. She was such a big help at school with those. I had no idea."
Brenda giggled, "I wish you had come in baby. I was a mean bitch but I think I taught them well."
Dorothy leaned up, grabbed Brenda, and kissed her so hard. "Taught them well? Ohmigod Brenda that was the best I've ever had in my life and I've had a fucking wonderful man and many lovers but holy fuck that was amazing."
Frank had collapsed in one of the easy chairs, "I'm here to tell you this Suzie; making love to Jill has changed my life. Fucking her was even better. Then, add all this into the mix and I now know what heaven is like."
"Baby, you've wanted to fuck Jill since you were a teenager."
"Frank, Tom, you are both welcome to fuck me any time you want. Frank, I kinda sorta wanted to fuck you too darling. I'm glad I did. Brenda, don't just lay there baby, show Dorothy a few tricks baby. I've got a few things to show Suzie." With that, Jill dove onto her friend and picked up where they had left off in that college dorm room.
Cherry and the girls attacked Frank and Tom. Gary went to pour drinks. Brianna and Gina joined them at the bar. "This is one time breaking the rules will definitely be good. Jim, you're going to need a really big clipboard next summer."
"Huh, I'm lost. What's happening next summer?"
"No one goes to Thailand unless they are 'certified' and since you are now the 'certification master' you need to know this. Frank, Tom, Suzie, and Dorothy are being 'certified' in Thailand," Mark giggled.
"Holy fuck! That will be wild. They better be good baby," Brianna said.
"They are exceptional baby. They'll be fine. I hope Frank and Tom are up for it," Gary grinned.
"Ha, you better believe they are. Those two can fuck," Gina blushed. "Of course, watching Frank with Jill was breathtaking. There was a ton of pent up passion there."
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*LESSON 1
Why Use Dialogue in the First Place?*
Hi, I'm Whispersecret. I am going to attempt to explain how you can include dialogue in your stories. Hopefully, by the time I'm done, you will be able to confidently use quotation marks, commas, ending marks (.?!), and tags (he said/she exclaimed) correctly. There is even a "final exam" at the end you can take to see if you understand.
First, I wanted to talk about why using dialogue is critical for stories. Literotica has thousands of erotic stories. If your story is riddled with grammar/punctuation errors and lacks good dialogue, it's a good bet that people will pass and move on to a story that is easier to read.
Some contributors to Literotica refrain from having their characters actually talk, and their stories get read. They may even get good response. But I think those stories are lacking for many reasons.
REASON 1: Stories that have long, uninterrupted blocks of text are difficult to read. The human eye needs that white space. It helps the reader track the lines easier and prevents migraines! Haven't you read those stories yourself, where you lose your place in the paragraph? It's probably because you're looking at a solid wall of text that has nothing that your eye can use as a sort of marker or guidepost. Real dialogue can provide that necessary white space, making your story easier to read. (Proper paragraphing helps too.)
REASON 2: You are writing erotica to entertain readers with a sexy tale. Pure narrative with no conversation at all can be boring, and for an erotic story, that's counterproductive.
Take this example:
*I asked her to get on her knees and suck my dick. She told me she wanted that more than anything! Then she took me in her hot mouth and I told her how incredible it felt.*
That is what passes for dialogue in some stories. It is not dialogue; it is poor writing. Those three sentences aren't enough to be considered truly boring and monotonous, but if you have a whole story like that, believe me, it can get tedious.
How much more interesting is it to read this instead:
"Get on your knees, baby, please. I want to watch you suck my cock."
"I want that so much, Matt. God, I want to feel your hot prick in my mouth!"
"Fuck...oh, FUCK! That's incredible. Don't stop. Suck it harder, baby..."
Can't you just hear the desperation in their voices? The naked lust? And I didn't even add tags to describe their voices, the expressions on their faces, etc. That's coming up next.
REASON 3: Dialogue provides a punch to a story that can't be given any other way. Look again at the example I gave you above. Let me add a little to it and see how much more effective it is. See if you come away with a little bit more than the last time.
"Get on your knees, baby, please," I begged Yvonne in a hoarse voice. "I want to watch you suck my cock."
"I want that so much, Matt," she said breathlessly. "God, I want to feel your hot prick in my mouth!"
I panted as she took me between her lips. I could barely speak. "Fuck...oh, FUCK! That's incredible. Don't stop. Suck it harder, baby..."
I hope you saw a difference. I hope you *felt* a difference! This time you know that Matt is so aroused that his voice is hoarse. Yvonne is breathless; she really wants him.
REASON 4: You can communicate much more about your characters by choosing the *exact words* they utter. For the next example I'm going to have three people say basically the same thing—that someone was wearing something that wasn't the current fashion. See if you get a different impression of each person based on the actual words that come out of their mouths:
"I was totally blown away. Her outfit was like so yesterday. I mean, this is the new millennium, you know."
"I'm telling you, everyone who is anyone was talking about it. How could she possibly have worn that outdated ensemble? It was positively passe."
"Huh, sugar, I can't tell you how silly she looked. Like she raided her grandma's attic!"
Did you get a feel for those three people? Did you even create a picture of them in your head? I hope so. You can say about your characters by putting specific, well-chosen words in their mouths.
I'm sure I've missed some other reasons why dialogue is important to stories, but hopefully you get the idea. Quotation marks need to be there. Make friends with them.
*LESSON 2
Quotation Marks and A Little Bit about Commas*
Now, I'm actually going to teach you some rules.
Stop rolling your eyes!
Periodically I'll insert little "tests" so you can try it yourself. I recommend you actually use a pen and paper to write the sentence the way you think it should be. This will help cement the skill in your head. I'll have several returns to separate the "quiz" from the answer so you aren't so tempted to peek.
When I teach school children about quotation marks, the first thing I tell them is that whatever is inside the quotation marks is *exactly what comes out of the character's mouth.* If you remember that one thing, you'll do fine! Anything outside of the quotation marks is part of the narrative.
Here's a sentence without quotation marks:
*I don't swallow cum she said.*
Where do the quotation marks go? The marks should "hug" the exact words that come out of her mouth.
"I don't swallow cum" she said.*
Now, something is still missing. The comma. Usually you have to set off the quotation from the tag (he said, she replied, etc.) with a comma. (I'll get into exceptions to this later.) The comma goes *inside* the quotation marks.
"I don't swallow cum," she said.*
Try it yourself. Here is a sentence without punctuation:
*Your cock can't possibly be ten inches long the doctor said.*
Which of the following is correct?
*A. "Your cock can't possibly be nine inches long," the doctor said.
B. "Your cock can't possibly be nine inches long" the doctor said.
C. "Your cock can't possibly be nine inches long, the doctor said."
The answer was A. Did you get it right? Good for you!
*REVIEW:
Rule 1.* Quotation marks bracket the exact words the character is saying.
*Rule 2.* If your quotation comes before the tag, the comma goes inside the quotation marks.
*LESSON 3
More about Commas and Capital Letters*
Sometimes the tag comes before the quote. If it does, you still need a comma. This time, the comma goes directly after the tag, *outside* of the quotation marks:
*She said, "They had an orgy."
Did you happen to notice that the above sentence has two capitals? I'm sure you remember your first grade teacher telling you that every sentence must start with a capital letter. That is why "she" is capitalized in that sentence. However, when you're quoting someone in a story, you also have to capitalize the first word they utter. That is why "they" is capitalized in that sentence.
You try it:
*Larry said her tits were like cannonballs*
Which is right?
*A. Larry said "her tits were like cannonballs."
B. Larry said, "Her tits were like cannonballs."
C. Larry said, "her tits were like cannonballs."
The answer is B. Give yourself a pat on the back if you got it right. That was complicated.
Every sentence needs an ending mark (a period, an exclamation point, or a question mark.) The ending mark acts like a stop sign to tell the reader that the sentence is done and a new sentence is next. In dialogue, the ending mark goes *inside* the quotation marks:
*Larry said, "Her tits were like cannonballs!"
Larry said, "Her tits were like cannonballs?"
You try:
*A. Dolores cried, "Don't touch me there"!
B. Dolores cried "Don't touch me there!"
C. Dolores cried, "Don't touch me there!"
The answer was C.
*REVIEW:
Rule 3.* If your tag comes first, the comma is outside of the quotation marks.
*Rule 4.* If your tag comes first, capitalize the first word that is uttered by the character.
*Rule 5.* If your tag comes first, the ending mark for the sentence goes inside the quotation marks.
*LESSON 4
More About Ending Marks*
Take a look at this sentence:
Is that a banana in your pocket she asked
Shoot! This is complicated, isn't it! Where does the question mark go?
Well, let's put the quotation marks in first. Remember they hug the exact words being spoken.
"Is that a banana in your pocket" she asked
Good. Now, remember when I told you that usually the quotation is set off from the tag by a comma, but that there would be exceptions? Here is an exception. She is asking a question, so you need a question mark *instead* of a comma. The question mark goes *inside* the quotation marks. It's supposed to punctuate the actual question being asked:
"Is that a banana in your pocket?" she asked*
This sentence is still missing one thing. The entire sentence needs its own ending mark, a period.
"Is that a banana in your pocket?" she asked.*
There. It's exactly the same with an exclamation point:
"It IS a banana!" she exclaimed in disappointment.*
You try it. Which is correct?
*A. "How many shaved pussies have you licked" he asked?
B. "How many shaved pussies have you licked," he asked?
C. "How many shaved pussies have you licked?" he asked.
D. "How many shaved pussies have you licked he asked?"
The answer is C.
Suppose the tag is first. It's even simpler. There's only one ending mark, and it still goes *inside* the quotation marks:
*She asked him candidly, "Will you fuck me?"
*REVIEW:
Rule 6.* If your character is asking a question or exclaiming something, the ending mark goes *inside* the quotation marks. If the tag follows the quote, you need to add a period.
*LESSON 5
The Tag in the Middle*
We've gone through tags in the beginning. (I said, "I love you.") We've covered tags following the quote. ("I love you," I said.) Now I'm going to teach you about tags that sit smack-dab in the middle of the quote.
Here's a sentence with no punctuation:
*No Kyle said with a laugh she's never been with another woman*
First, let's put the quotation marks in. Remember, they go around whatever words come out of Kyle's mouth. It's tricky, though, because he says something, then you have the tag identifying Kyle as the laughing speaker, and then he says something else.
"No" Kyle said with a laugh "she's never been with another woman"
Now, remember how quotes have to be set off from the tag with a comma? In this case, you need two.
"No," Kyle said with a laugh, "she's never been with another woman."
You try it:
I would like to make love to you the man said right here, right now
Choose the right one:
*A.
"I would like to make love to you," the man said, "right here, right now."
B.
"I would like to make love to you" the man said right here, right now."
C.
"I would like to make love to you, the man said right here, right now."
The answer is A.
Now suppose Kyle says something longer:
*No, she's never been with another woman Kyle said with a laugh as far as I know she's not bi-curious at all*
In the above example Kyle says one complete sentence, then there's the tag, and then he says something else that's another complete sentence. Here are where the quotation marks go:
"No, she's never been with another woman" Kyle said with a laugh "as far as I know she's not bi-curious at all"
Now, look at the above example and see how many sentences you see.
There are two. Where you divide them is up to you. You can connect the tag to either the first quote or the second.
If you attach the tag to the first quote, you need a period after "laugh". That makes the next quote a complete sentence on its own, so it needs its own capital and ending mark:
"No, she's never been with another woman," Kyle said with a laugh. "As far as I know she's not bi-curious at all."
If you attach the tag to the second quote, it should be this way:
"No, she's never been with another woman." Kyle said with a laugh, "As far as I know she's not bi-curious at all."
That reads a little awkwardly, though. Still, the choice is up to you.
Here's your chance to see if you understand:
*I can't believe it he said with a grin I actually saw her panties*
There are two correct answers. Here are your choices:
*A.
"I can't believe it he said with a grin I actually saw her panties."
B.
"I can't believe it" he said with a grin, "I actually saw her panties."
C.
"I can't believe it," he said with a grin. "I actually saw her panties."
D.
"I can't believe it," he said with a grin. "I actually saw her panties!"
Answer: C and D
*REVIEW:
Rule 7.* If you put the tag in the middle of a quote, you can attach it to the first quote or the second. Follow the other rules for adding punctuation. Make sure each sentence has its own ending mark.
*LESSON 6
Paragraphing Dialogue*
Generally, every time someone new speaks, you start a new paragraph. On the Web, that means a double return, not indenting. Here's an example from my story, "Hostile Takeover":
"Tired?" Rockwell's deep voice startled her out of her reverie. He stood not two feet away. Her father was busy lining up his next shot.
"What?" She sat upright on the barstool. She must have sunk down during her daydream.
"You looked like you were falling asleep. Don't stay up on my account."
Remarkably, her father agreed. "Absolutely. If you're tired, baby, go to bed."
"All right." She edged away from Rockwell, smiling nervously. "Good night, Mr. Rockwell."
"Good night, Fiona." He paused and smiled at her, his hand wrapped around his pool cue. "Sleep well."
Now suppose one person is saying a lot. Then it gets more tricky. You have to apply a different rule for paragraphing by looking at the content of what they're saying. In general, paragraphs are made up of several sentences that talk about one idea. In stories, the sentences may revolve around an action, rather than an idea.
Here's another example from my story, where a character is saying quite a lot. The first paragraph deals with her thoughts about another character. The second paragraph is a different set of ideas relating to something she did.
"My God, when we went riding that day, I was trying to figure out how to seduce you! Is that your game? Is that how you really get your kicks? I'll bet that's it. You find a virgin to be your sexual Pygmalion. Then the minute she seems to act like the sleazy slut you were training her to be, you shun her and watch her make a fool of herself. Groveling at your feet for one lousy kiss.
"Well, fuck you! I don't want to be a whore! I did those two guys because I had to! I didn't want to. I didn't like it. I hated it!"
Look at the end of the first paragraph. Notice that there are no closing quotation marks! Ooooh!
"But, Whispersecret," you say, "that kind of goes against the rule stating that quotation marks hug what's being said, doesn't it?"
Yep. But that's the way it is. Look, I'm not the one who made up the rules! You omit the closing quotes on the first paragraph to indicate that the same person is still speaking.
*REVIEW:
Rule 8.* Each time someone new speaks you start a new paragraph (double indent).
*Rule 9.* If one character has a long speech that stretches over more than one paragraph, you only need the closing quotation marks at the end of the last paragraph.
*THE FINAL EXAM*
That's it. That is all I can think of to tell you about the rules of dialogue and punctuation. Now, let's see if you've really got it. Punctuate the following sentences. Then check your answers carefully at the end. Aim for one-hundred percent; all true writers do.
*1.
I always swallow she said smugly
2.
he shouted at the top of his lungs I understand, mistress* (Be careful with this one. Notice how he's shouting.)
*3.
she loves you so much Sara said I can't believe you're dumping her
4.
Tabitha said in a sultry voice that feels so damn good. Don't stop
5.
I'll never submit to you she screamed, straining against her bonds you disgust me
6.
Lifting his face from between her thighs, he asked what did you say
7.
Tara chewed her gum noisily as she said the problem with guys is they always go right for the clit. I mean, don't be in such a hurry. Take it slow, tease me a little first. I want some time to enjoy it. You know what I mean? And how come so many of them like shaved pussies? I mean, why would they want to look at a mound that looks like a little girl's? I think it's sort of perverted myself.* (Add punctuation and divide this into two paragraphs.)
*8.
You suck him, Ally, I said. No, you first, Ally replied. I frowned. How come I always have to go first? Because I'm the oldest and I said so.* (Hint: Two people are speaking. They each say two things. Don't forget to divide this into paragraphs.)
*Good luck! Happy writing!*
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"I always swallow," she said smugly.
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He shouted at the top of his lungs, "I understand, mistress!"
3.
"She loves you so much," Sara said. "I can't believe you're dumping her." (You COULD have a comma after "said" if you choose, but I think it's better with a period.)
4.
Tabitha said in a sultry voice, "That feels so damn good. Don't stop."
5.
"I'll never submit to you!" she screamed, straining against her bonds. "You disgust me!"
6.
Lifting his face from between her thighs, he asked, "What did you say?"
7.
Tara chewed her gum noisily as she said, "The problem with guys is they always go right for the clit. I mean, don't be in such a hurry. Take it slow, tease me a little first. I want some time to enjoy it. You know what I mean?
"And how come so many of them like shaved pussies? I mean, why would they want to look at a mound that looks like a little girl's? I think it's sort of perverted myself."
8.
"You suck him, Ally," I said.
"No, you first," Ally replied.
I frowned. "How come I always have to go first?"
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My Little Pony: The Magic Fiendship
(Totally and 100% a work of parody. Do not spaz out, please.(
The air whipped against Rainbow Dash's face, making her lips wobble as she pushed, faster and faster still, her mind and heart united in her quest for speed. No longer was she racing, no longer was she defending that poor shy pony; now there was nothing but the speed, straining against the air itself, feeling the pressure build, feeling the burning in her wings as she went faster than she ever had before...
... and her eyes opened in the night, tears running down her cheeks. Always, always she dreamed of that moment, that last instant of happiness, a fresh torment to taunt her in her sleep. Sometimes she dreamed she had done it, that she had broken through, saved the day, been a heroine. Those dreams were the worst, mocking her with false images of what might have been. Respect and friendship, a joy in flight she would never know again... The crippled pegasus laid her head down again, her shattered wing atop her as ever, her crumpled feathers the only comfort she kept. Her chamber amidst the ruins of the cloud-formed city was cold, but she had long since ceased to care. Just like all the others. Rainy closed her eyes and tried to return to sleep, not bothering to still her tears.
"GET BACK HERE, YOU STINKING GLUEPOTS!" howled the red-eyed pony, charging madly through the forest, her yellow coat stained red with the blood of the small woodland creatures she had captured that morning to skin. The three small, nimble fillies ahead of her wasted no breath replying, but ducked and weaved through the woods, pulling slowly away from her. "I'LL KILL YOU! I'LL KILL YOU ALL!" she screamed, but the three vanished from sight at last. She kept running in a berserk rage, chasing after those impudent vandals who had shattered her cages and freed a month's worth of hunting.
"That was a close one," gasped out one of the three small fillies, a skull-faced apple on her flank.
"We couldn't leave them," responded another, a distinctive plant on her side. "You saw what she was doing to them."
"Yeah," said the third, subdued. "I wouldn't wish that one her, let alone some helpless bunnies." She wore an unusual harness with a strange metal tube on either side of her body, underneath her wings, and a picture of one of those tubes as her mark.
Their mentor nodded her striped head somberly. "It is good, when innocents yelp, to muster courage up to help. The evil that one does is vast, for all the sorrow in her past. But you must mind this fact too; do not be hasty, Shootaloo."
"You didn't hear them, Zecora," said the little pegasus quietly. "Belladonna, you tell her."
"It was... worse than usual," admitted the young unicorn.
The zebra shook her head sadly. "What she had done before was bad, but Nightmare Moon's power drove her mad. I fear we can no longer wait; now we must embrace our fate."
Apple Doom's eyes widened. "You mean... it's time?" Fear and anticipation whirled alike and make her legs quiver.
Zecora nodded. "No longer will they let us hide, when Flutterpsycho stands defied. The Tragic Fiends will do their worst... so we must go slay them first."
The first they knew how to defeat. Apple Doom's skill with traps and crafting made it easy to prepare a deadfall lined with spikes, in the dense jungle where Flutterpsycho would be forced to walk. They had prepared the pit long since, but knew that using it would mean there was no turning back, victory or death, in a land where death had become easy to find. Merely showing themselves was enough to incite the berzerker pony to scream, froth, and give chase... and soon enough she struggled in the pit, impaled on a dozen sharpened spikes, gnawed ready by a local rabbit, the pit itself dug and maintained by dozens of forest creatures. They swarmed in, biting and clawing until the pony's yellow coat was hidden beneath their small, furry forms.
Ever since the blue pegasus had fallen from the sky and crashed into her, frightening away the butterflies and animals that had begun to gather, Flutterpsycho had sought madly to find ways to keep them all forever. At long last, she would be with all the forest creatures forever more.
A mouthful or two each.
Vengeance came swiftly. A mountain of muscle and purple fur charged into Ponyville mere hours later. Wild bursts of chaotic magic erupted from her wicked horn and shattered already-precarious buildings. Ponies fled screaming as fast as their tired hooves could bear them out of town, anywhere but in her path.
All but one.
A single filly stood her ground. "I'm not afraid of you, Starless Midnight!" she declared defiantly with a toss of her head.
The purple bruiser snorted. "You should be." Her hooves thudded heavily on the ground as she advanced on her target. "You don't stand a chance against me." Her eyes glared, narrow and furious at the unicorn before her, at the world that had so disappointed her. "I've improved my body day in and day out for years, ever since that stuck-up school threw me out just because I couldn't pass some stupid test." Her teeth gritted still at the memory, trying so desperately to open the egg, sobbing as her parents brought her home, vowing never to look at another book so long as she lived. "There's no way some little filly is going to get in my way. I'm going to stomp right through you and not even pause, and you'll have about two breaths to regret being so stupid before I crush your skull!"
"Maybe so," said the little unicorn, but stood her ground. Starless Midnight snorted again and broke into a charge. Her foe ducked aside at the last moment, her horn scraping against the Tragic Fiend's side, scratching through her fur.
Starless Midnight turned, hooves slamming on the ground to stop herself. "You think dodging is going to save you?" she snarled, and set herself for another charge. She took her first step... and found herself sinking to the ground, her legs gone weak and distant, her vision going blurry. "Wha... what's happening?" she demanded, feeling her body rapidly shutting down.
The filly tossed her head again, an oily sheen coating her horn in the moonlight. "There's a reason they call me Belladonna, you know."
Starless Midnight died before she could ask what that reason was.
Rainy glared up from beneath her black-painted eyelids at the pegasine Crusader, her dark black blood spilling from the hole in her side, the breath coming more and more laboriously to her lungs. "You... haven't won anything," she gasped out. "Nightmare Moon will avenge me, and your suffering will make mine as nothing!" Shootaloo snorted, slowly trotting forward - and sharply slammed a hoof against the blue-black pegasus' broken ribs. "In that case, I better ramp up your suffering first. This is a little trick I like to call... Shootabuse." Rainy's mouth gaped wide in anguish as the Grim Champion forced her hoof into the wound...
Apple Doom's flanks heaved, standing atop the fallen form of the gryphon, its lifeblood still dripping from her chin. The room beyond was a vast, empty ballroom, filled with slowly swaying forms of cloth-piles, piles of rocks adorned pathetically with top hats and monocles, and a disturbing collection of stuffed ponies... expertly taxidermied. Behind a long, elegant, but all brown-and-silver table laid out with a sparse repast, a bright pink pony sat. "Do you like my party?" she asked sadly, then, "No one ever likes my parties. No one will ever come to them. That's why I make my own guests, too. Then I can have the most wonderful parties with all my friends. You'll be my friend too, once I've taken your insides out.."
In a wild chaos of clashing colors, another sat, her white hide spattered and stained with years of neglect, her purple main tangled and oily. Her army, as she called it, or rabble as any who dared would have described it, milled aimlessly about. The favor of Garishly protected them in the dark world of Nightmare Moon, ensured them the right to take what they wished, eat anything they could find.
They broke and ran and were run down when the buffalo stampeded through their midst. The zebra cried out, running alongside their chief, "Though your revenge is not denied, their leader you recall is mine!" He did not respond, too busy running over the thrashing body of a fallen pony with a pair of scissors on his flank.
Zecora found the tent easily enough, a riot of mismatched colors that stood out even in the gloom. Garishly looked piggishly up from a fat-swollen face at her, horn glowing dangerously. "You don't really think you can WIN, do you?" she snorted. "You haven't even any magic to fight with!"
"You will learn what I can do, but not soon enough for you," responded the zebra, flicking her head - and a small vial flew through the air toward the grossly obese unicorn.
Garishly made a contemptuous snort and blasted the vial with a bolt from her horn. A purple mist erupted... and lanced toward her. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened, but the mist formed a loop about her neck. Her forehooves lifted, but the garotte sunk into the folds of fat beyond her reach. Slowly her eyes glazed over and she fell.
Zecora watched and waited through it all, then said quietly to no one, "A very final sort of joke, refined down into Poison Choke."
The ruins of Canterlot were the domain of the Apple Corps, the legions who obeyed the Dame d'Pomme. The Night Flyers patrolled the skies relentlessly. But Shootaloo and Belladonna, for all their youth, had been forced to learn quickly and well how to hide, how to evade detection. Now they used those skills to slip into the city, to make their way to the Shattered Palace. Zecora stayed behind, having found a book amidst the jumbled heaps of Garishly's treasure that suggested a way, one day, to defeat Nightmare Moon herself.
How to strike at Dame d'Pomme, however, eluded even them. They found an unguarded vantage point they could watch from as she commanded her followers, laying down law and whim with equal force. They saw when the pink pony slowly clopped in, pulling a cart with a thin blanket over it.
"Why, Pinkie Sigh, it is as always a great pleasure to see you," the golden-hued mare in her regal outfit trilled. "You so rarely grace my court with your presence. Might I inquire as to your reason for visiting today?"
The morose pink pony barely lifted her head. "I made something for you. You're going to hate it but I tried. I always try but no one ever likes anything I do." She reached a forehoof back, and tears came to the eyes of Shootaloo and Belladonna.
Apple Doom had been expertly preserved. She was positioned on her back, forelegs raised before her, face frozen forever in a mask of terror. Stitching was visible reconnecting her throat, but a few slices had been left peeling out, as though a series of blades had just instants before cut across her neck.
"Oh, Pinkie Sigh, you are much too hard on yourself," cheerfully declared Dame d'Pomme, regarding the stuffed Crusader genteelly. "You have returned my misguided sister to me, after all, and that is a wonderful gift."
"You're just saying that. You hate me for killing her. You just hate me," mumbled the pink pony, tears in her eyes as she turned.
Two shots rang out as Shootaloo fired both barrels of her harness-gun. The two Tragic Fiends crumpled, a perfect hole in each forehead.
"Run," said Shootaloo.
Somehow, they managed to evade the Apple Corps and Nightflyers. In the moment they were too terrified to think; afterward they could not recall how they had done it. They rejoined Zecora in the deep forest, while the leaderless legions and mobs fell to fighting each other, every pony at the throats of every other in a mad rage, battling for dominance. Zecora told them what she had learned.
"For hopes, there are few much dimmer, but there is a single glimmer. Nightmare Moon once was defeated, and it just might be repeated. It takes a most powerful magic, but there the story does turn tragic. The Elements of Harmony once were pure, but that is no longer sure. Nightmare Moon has those perverted, and their natures all inverted. Once they were domains of friends, but now turn to darker ends. To put an end to endless night, we must set the Elements right."
Shootaloo looked at Belladonna. Their eyes were still red-rimmed from tears; neither thought they would ever again be able to close their eyes without seeing poor Apple Doom's body.
"We'll do whatever it takes," the pegasus vowed. "We'll make Nightmare Moon pay for what she's done!"
Nightmare Moon laughed, her cackle ringing across the world she had sheathed in her darkness. The six fools who might have been able to stop her had they somehow found those disgusting inner sparks of friendship were dead, at the hands of those who hated her most.
"Now there is nothing left that can stop me," she gloated to the sky, where the darkened sun lurked with its helpless prisoner watching the misery below. | Tragic Fiendship by Setta Flamowitz | [
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Angel jumped back to Steve's kitchen, whilst he was else-when sorting out Bruce's problems.
She was in a pensive mood for a change, although a genius as were all of the British Aristocracy, she wasn't one for deep self-analysis.
This business of Steve and pregnancy had shaken her badly, and despite her words to Alison she felt a sense of loss that her 26th Century values kept her from consummating their love, as Alison was willing to do.
'Merlin, are you available please?' she asked the empty room.
The mental image of a liquid metal Wizard that was Angel's perception of the World Brain appeared, sitting opposite her across the kitchen table.
'Yes Angel, how can I help?' asked the AI.
'Just out of pure curiosity Merlin, how doe's Steve's genetic makeup rate against the standard British norm?'
'Steve's personal genome is comparable with the common Briton of our Century. However he cannot compete with the centuries of selective breeding and genetic manipulation, that have produced you and the rest of our Aristocracy.'
'So I could theoretically breed with him, and our offspring would be within the normal band of British Genome?' she asked.
'Yes.'
'Thank you Merlin,' said Angel politely. 'Is there anything Steve would want you to inform me of?'
Merlin took this as a legitimate question, and knowing of Angel's quest for upgrading herself, took the rare decision to inform her about the Phase shift.
Angel cheered up immediately and asked Merlin to modify her QT to be able to Phase shift as well.
It only took the World Brian a few seconds to comply, and Angel walked over to a mirror and Phase shifted.
She squealed in delight as her body became transparent.
She tried to deploy her Monofilament nails but found that nothing happened.
There was no glow of annihilated molecules coming from her fingertips.
'What the fuck is this shit?' she asked Merlin angrily. 'Where have my weapons gone?'
'Your weapons are now within your Phase field, and so cannot affect this time dimension,' Merlin informed her.
'Fuck it I thought it was too good to be true, still at least I am safe from monofilament blades when phased.'
'You are immune to any type of attack when phased, as you are not technically in this dimension,' clarified Merlin.
'Can I use the QT to jump whilst phased?'
'Yes; another of Steve's original ideas. He really should begin to patent these,' replied Merlin.
Angel felt very proud of her man; even the Great World Brain respected his innovative thinking.
Then she remembered that he wasn't her man really, if he was anybody's man he was Alison's.
Her reverie was interrupted by a dispassionate voice coming from behind her.
'Angela Black, Surrender or Die,' ordered the Storm Trooper as it materialised behind her.
Its masters had ordered it to kill Angela Black without warning.
What they didn't realise was the hardwired programme inside every Storm Trooper, that forbade them to hurt a member of the Aristocracy.
This was a failsafe cleverly installed, to negate any chance of using the British Governments most powerful weapon against itself.
Only the extensive damage it had received, combined with the almost total reprogramming of its damaged brain, enabled this Storm Trooper to attack Angel at all.
Angel was still looking at the mirror, so could see the blank faceplate of the Trooper reflected in it.
She fought down her initial panic and tried to boost.
Nothing happened, the phase field negated all of her offensive capabilities.
She was about to switch off the phase field, when she saw what the Trooper held in its steel hand.
The distinctive glow of annihilated molecules advertised the Monofilament blade that the trooper wielded.
Her next thought was to simply jump out to her ledge, but then the trooper may just wait until Steve jumped back here and might ambush him.
This was one of the very rare times that Angel wished she carried a conventional weapon.
The trooper attacked swinging its deadly blade at her body, in a horizontal stroke that hit just above her hips.
She screamed in instinctive fear, as the unstoppable blade impacted against her side.
Although the kinetic energy knocked her sideways, the blade itself couldn't penetrate her phased body and bounced off.
Angel instinctively rolled with the blow, and using her momentum dived out of the back door into the garden.
The trooper stood confused for a second, as it processed the unbelievable fact that its blade was impotent against its target.
Angel ran as fast as she could into the orchard, she had no plan but was hoping one would occur to her soon.
She was in a quandary, if only the Trooper didn't have that blade she would risk coming out of Phase and fighting him.
The Troopers blade was the key to this; she had to get it off him.
A massive impact to her back threw her forward between two apple trees, and again she rolled to her feet.
The explosive projectile from the trooper's handgun; had shredded the nearby trees but had no effect on her.
Thinking quickly she jumped spatially backwards, and materialised behind the trooper.
Reaching over its shoulder and fighting her fear, she grabbed the burning line of fire that was the Monofilament.
A Monofilament was simply one molecule, stretched to form a cutting edge similar to a wire cheese-cutter.
Although microscopically thin it was unbreakable, and would cut through anything.
It went against all her training and experience to actually touch it, let alone grab it and pull.
The surprised trooper tried to wrench it out of her grip, but she held on tightly.
She was pulling the blade back towards the trooper's facemask.
It realised that if she managed to touch the blade to its body, it would be seriously damaged if not sliced in half.
The red line vanished as the trooper switched off the blade to protect itself, causing the monofilament to retract into the swords handle.
The trooper went into double boost, and spinning around backhanded Angel into a nearby tree with its steel fist.
The tree snapped at the impact, and the top of it leaned down at a drunken angle.
As Angel staggered from the blow, the trooper drew his handgun and fired at her again.
She was thrown back by the blast, and fell over a tree root onto her back.
Her gymnasts enhanced muscles, allowed her to flip herself upright immediately.
She dare not come out of phase whilst she was being shot at.
Even if she boosted, she would still be half as slow as the trooper.
'Merlin help me,' she screamed in frustration.
'You need something sharp that you have on your person,' advised the wizard apparently sitting on a log watching the fight. 'Steve uses Excalibur.'
Something sharp? She thought frantically, what have I got that is sharp?
Angel screamed in frustration, as she realised she had nothing sharp on her person.
She had relied totally on her nails, and didn't even own a small knife.
At last she had an idea that might work, she knew that the Storm Trooper didn't know that she could jump more than one person with her QT. However there was no point her jumping them both to the Jurassic for example, as the trooper would simply jump back here and wait for Steve.
No she had to kill it, so it couldn't report back to its masters concerning the Phase shifting, or the fact that the QT could be used to carry more than one person.
She could only think of one plan that might work, and the mere thought of it scared her shitless.
'I Surrender' she screamed, falling to her knees and putting her hands on her head.
The remnants of the hard-wired programme, allowed the Trooper to accept her surrender.
It enabled it to complete its mission, which satisfied its masters.
Whilst at the same time not killing an Aristocrat, which satisfied its root programme.
With a feeling as close to satisfaction as its damaged brain could feel, it covered her with its handgun and clamped a steel hand onto Angel's shoulder.
I love you Steve, thought Angel, and gathered all her courage together.
Angel grabbed tight hold of the Troopers arm, and jumped them both to her target.
Angel had jumped them both into Hell itself.
The temperature was 10,000deg Farenhnite; nothing made of matter could survive in this incandescent maelstrom.
She had jumped them both into the Photosphere of the Sun.
Angel hated to have to trust Merlin, she just didn't have the faith in the AI that Steve had.
It had taken all her courage to trust in this new gimmick of Merlin's.
A Monofilament blade was one thing, but the thermonuclear source of all life in the world, was in a completely different league.
She watched as the almost invulnerable Storm Trooper, flashed into ash in an instant.
With a sob of relief Angel realised that the Phase shift did indeed make her immune from any danger in this universe.
'Thank you Merlin, old friend' she whispered, and jumped to her apartment to compose herself.
When she materialised in her home, she switched off the phase shifter and sat on her bed.
She was mentally and physically exhausted she barely had enough energy to strip naked, and curling up into the foetal position found herself crying bitterly.
Whether it was from narrowly escaping death, or deciding not to have Steve's baby she couldn't say.
She just lay there alone, and cried herself to sleep.
Alison was reading in her bed when there was a tap on her door.
'It's me Ali, can I come in?' asked a familiar voice.
Alison quickly jumped out of bed, and stripped off her sensible cotton pyjamas.
She threw them into a basket in the corner of the room, and jumped back into bed naked.
'Come in Steve,' she said in her most sultry voice.
A bunch of flowers came in first, followed by Steve's beaming face.
As he offered her the flowers, she sat up in bed allowing the sheet to slip down and reveal her naked breasts.
Taking the flowers, she turned away from him to place them on her bedside cabinet.
This exposed her naked bottom to him, and she jumped in shock as his hand slid up her inner thigh to brush against her pubes.
'Oh Mr. Steele, what is the meaning of this? Are you planning on ravishing a poor maiden in her bed?' she murmured.
'Yes Dr. Fairweather, that's exactly what I have in mind' he answered, stripping off his clothes hurriedly.
'It's about time darling, I was worried in case my pussy would have healed over before I managed to get your cock in it,' she said saucily.
The sight of her naked breasts and bottom had hardened Steve, and without further delay he opened her legs and thrust himself deep inside her.
Alison smiled in relief and pleasure as she felt him enter her, at last they were alone and she could make a start on getting pregnant for him.
'Fuck me Steve,' she demanded, 'fuck your woman hard.'
He needed no encouragement, and they spent the rest of the night making up for lost time.
The next morning Steve lay in Alison's bed relaxing, she was already up and working, and had allowed him the luxury of breakfast in bed brought to him by some of the older children.
By virtue of his implant Steve could converse with the Thai children, and listened with amusement as they chattered on about childish topics.
Eventually they scampered off and left him in peace.
Steve's fertile mind was pondering the ramifications of the phase field. Merlin had told him that it pushed him out of synchronicity with this timeline by a nanosecond.
A Nanosecond was 1/1000,000,000 of a second.
As was his wont Steve couldn't help but wonder what would happen if the time difference were greater than a Nanosecond.
'Merlin old friend are you free?' he asked quietly.
'I'm free,' said the wizard sitting on his bed.
'A question for you old friend, what would happen if you increased the time differential from a Nanosecond to a whole Second when I phase?'
'I don't know Steve and I don't want to find out,' replied the AI firmly.
'What, the World Brain afraid of a theoretical question?' Steve asked cheekily.
The image of the old wizard replied,
'Not the question, the questioner. I know you too well old friend and you both delight and terrify me with your courage of the ignorant. In case you hadn't already guessed phasing is a very partial form of dimensional travel. From my experiments in this field I have become aware that our dimension is only one of many. A type of surface tension bubble surrounds it; I determined by trial and error that the barrier between universes is 100 Nanoseconds thick. I know this because when I phase shift a test object by more than this amount it disappears from this dimension and is gone forever. Gone forever Steve, as in unable to get back. Dimensional travel is an all or nothing experience, a one way trip.'
'I simply cannot accept that premise old friend,' replied Steve, 'the reason that your test objects didn't return was because they were objects. If a real person with a QT device can go one way, then it is logical to assume that he can return the same way.'
'Be that as it may Steve, the bottom line is are you willing to risk losing literally everything in this world you love in order to experiment with dimensional travel?' countered the wise old wizard.
'Good point old friend, but it doe's intrigue me' said Steve, shelving the idea for later.
He got washed and dressed and went to say goodbye to Alison, he knew she would be busy with the children and he wanted to check up on Angel.
After many hugs and kisses, he jumped back to his kitchen.
Steve made himself a cup of tea, and wandered out into his garden to enjoy the fresh air.
'What the fuck has been going on here?' he swore, seeing the damage caused by the storm troopers explosive projectiles.
'Merlin, where is Angel? Is she OK?' he asked the AI his heart speeding up in fear.
'Angel is fine Steve, she is resting in her apartment.'
Without saying goodbye to his friend Steve jumped straight to Angel's apartment, and rushing through it found her still curled up naked in her bed.
'Angel darling what the fuck has been going on? Are you all right my love?' he asked concernedly.
She just hugged him to her body, and began to cry on his shoulder.
Steve panicked, Angel never ever cried.
He didn't even think her body could cry, so to feel her tears soaking into his shirt was scaring him.
He decided that she was too upset to be coherent, so just lay down beside her and kissed and cuddled her.
He told her how much he loved her, and how much she meant to him. This simply made her cry even more, as she was crying from guilt and shame.
In the final analysis she as a British Aristocrat, didn't find him worthy of impregnating her.
She knew she loved him, she knew she had, and would again risk her life for him as she had with the Storm Trooper.
All this female emotion just couldn't stand against her upbringing.
She was a member of the British Aristocracy, and as such had a duty to her nation and race.
She couldn't sully her lineage, with the genes of a primitive male from 600 years in her past.
Her mother Gloria had seen the painful truth immediately, and had told her in no uncertain terms to allow the king to fuck her and get her with child.
Despite the honour offered to her by the King, she had no intention of getting pregnant any time soon.
She compromised for not accepting Steve's seed by swearing to herself that she would fuck him senseless anytime he asked.
Starting from now.
'I want you Steve, I really need you,' she sobbed her hands freeing him from his pants.
He groaned as she fondled him urgently, soon he was more than ready for her and pushing her onto her back entered her gently.
This gentleness wasn't what Angel needed, she felt as if she had betrayed his love for her and wanted to be punished.
'Fuck me hard Steve, I'm a dirty whore and I want you to fuck me like one,' she demanded thrusting her pubes against his balls.
Steve sensed her need for rough sex, and started to fuck her hard and fast.
Angel felt him slamming into her body but it still wasn't enough.
She bared her neck to him, and told him to mark her as his woman.
'Bite me Steve, bite me hard,' she begged.
Steve bit down hard on her neck, knowing that he couldn't really damage her due to the sub-dermal armour.
However he managed to leave a decent love bite as asked.
Angel still wasn't satisfied she needed to be punished, debased, hurt as she had hurt him.
Reaching between her legs, she moved his rampant shaft from her vagina to her anus.
'Bugger me my love, bugger your whore. Fuck me up the arse as you did my mother,' she moaned desperately.
Steve was beyond reasonable thought, and was happy to ram his cock up her tight little arse.
'I love you Steve,' she whispered before exploding in a massive orgasm.
Her legs clamped painfully around his waist, and he gasped in pain as his ribs creaked from the pressure.
He knew she could literally crush him to death in her passion, so he phased whilst still buried deep inside her.
Even in the midst of her orgasm, Angel realised what he had done as his body became transparent.
She smiled to herself, and Phased as well.
Steve was shocked as Angel became transparent, but found that the crushing pressure had gone from around his waist.
Unfortunately so had any sensation of friction, between his cock and her vagina.
It was like fucking a glass mannequin.
'How the fuck did you learn to do that darling? He asked.
'Merlin told me, and just as well he did' she replied, coming out of phase and releasing her grip on his waist.
Steve quickly came out of phase too, his erection had vanished and he just lay on top of her.
He was content to cuddle her, as she told him about her adventure with the Storm Trooper and the Sun.
'I thought I'd killed the fucking thing,' said Steve hugging her tightly.
'Well it is definitely dead now, but as Agent Red demonstrated that doesn't mean anything where Time travel is involved,' she said with feeling.
She felt his hand as it slipped down between her legs, and fondled her wet pubes.
'What are you doing you oversexed gorilla' she asked.
'I'm trying to feel your balls of steel my brave lover; you must have them to do such a dangerous thing as jumping into the Sun. I have been using the phase shifter for some time now, and I would never have thought of doing something like that,' he said admiringly.
'It is 95 Million Miles, that must be some kind of record for single jumps,' he continued.
'It is a long way, but at least the Sun stays put in the centre of our Solar System making it hard to miss,' she replied.
Angel glowed with pleasure at his praise; she felt a bit better now but still felt guilty over her decision regarding children.
'How's Ali?' she asked to change the subject.
'She's fine my love, I assume you and she had a chat?' he probed gently.
Angel told Steve what she had told Alison, regarding the impossibility of her becoming pregnant by Steve.
He already knew this, so he wasn't affected by the repetition of it.
'How do you think your mother is feeling after all that excitement,' he asked.
'Oh Gloria will be just fine, she will probably be pregnant again soon,' said Angel smiling at him.
'How many children has she had?'
'Four including me,' answered Angel proudly.
'How does she keep her body so young and fit, after giving birth to four children?' he asked.
Angel looked at him strangely for a few seconds, before remembering that he was from 600 years in Gloria's past.
'My darling man, Gloria doesn't give birth to her babies. She gets pregnant and then the embryo is taken out of her womb and sent to the State's Genetic Centre. It is then checked over, and any modifications that are required are carried out. The embryo is then put into a mechanical womb until it is ready to be born,' explained Angel to a stunned Steve.
'Modifications? Like what?' he asked.
'Oh the usual things, making sure there are no defects, optimising health and resistance to disease, and generally improving on the basic design. How else do you think I became so fucking sexy?' she replied.
'Why do you still bother to fuck? Why not just use your artificial Insemination techniques to breed children,' he asked.
'Britain doesn't want millions of ordinary people, Britain wants the best possible people, and that takes time and patience,' she answered, kissing him, ' and anyway we love to fuck, so why deny ourselves the pleasure?'
Steve was once again reminded that Angel and her future race of Britons; were completely different from the British of today.
From the odd bits and pieces of future history he had picked up from Angel and Merlin, it seemed that 26th Century Britain had used its ill-gotten gains to rekindle the spark of Imperialism.
It appeared that Britain this time around, was rebuilding its Empire by financial means rather than military.
The word "British" no longer applied to someone who was just born in Britain.
To be truly British one had to have British Genes, from way back in the family.
The collapse of the World economy; when the Arabian Oil fields were destroyed weakened every nation in the world.
America split into States that had oil, and States that didn't.
Civil war erupted again, and was still continuing.
China fell victim to a pandemic that was reminiscent of the Black Death, and wiped out two thirds of their population.
Both these countries became isolationist, hoarding their Oil jealously.
Russia collapsed into itself, and fought endless civil wars, which decimated the population.
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A government arose, that had the will to reshape Britain into an image of its golden days of empire.
All non-Britons were forcibly repatriated to their original countries, determined by DNA scans.
This was regardless of how many generations the families had lived and bred in Britain.
If you weren't white, and have Anglo-Saxon ancestry then you weren't wanted.
The expellees were handsomely compensated, and sent on their way to re-populate the world.
With a much smaller population, there was more money for each one left.
A second Golden Age began, and Angel was one of the products of that age.
This British government truly loved its people, and pampered and protected them from the rest of the world.
Britain became a self-contained fortress; the channel tunnel was blocked to stop unauthorised immigration.
Portal technology was used exclusively, for travelling from Britain to the rest of the world and back.
Only Britons had implants, which activated the network of Portals that were in all the places worth visiting.
Without an implant a Portal was just a metal or stone ring.
With an implant you could punch in any destination in the world, and simply step through.
Spatial technology wasn't top secret, as it had to be used by all Britons. The secret that kept Britain in front of the rest of the World was the temporal side of portal technology.
Only a select few, knew that Britain had time travel capability.
Angel was tempted to warn Steve that there was a good chance that Gloria was pregnant with his child. However she realised that if she was then Steve wouldn't be too happy about how or if it was modified.
'I love you Steve,' she whispered to him again, as he wandered into her kitchen to make the tea.
Stephen Steel couldn't let it go, he had a burning desire to push the envelope and basically explore.
He longed to be able to travel to distant stars, and Boldly Go etc.
However he acknowledged that he wasn't going to be able to do that in this life.
This was why the idea of Dimensional Travel appealed to him so strongly.
The world Brain was just a Machine; it didn't have the spirit or sheer guts to take risks.
He sat at his kitchen table and decided he had to try it at least once, to see if it were possible.
However before he did that Dr. Snip had a small chore to do.
Snip had been brooding over the Justice system in Britain and had decided that it was far too soft, and wasteful of the taxpayers money.
The prisons were overcrowded with Murderers and other scum that should have been executed, rather than been put in one of her Majesties Hotels for years.
The very thought of these fucking bastards, living off his Tax money made him see red.
Taking a leaf from Santa's book, he had made a list.
This list consisted of those who were naughty; these were the definitely guilty bastards that offended him by simply breathing the same air as him.
Well he could do something about that, the World brain had no difficulty in locating every one on his list.
As it downloaded the cordinates into his QT he sang a little song to himself, " Hi Ho Hi Ho it's off to work I go" and jumped to the first high security mental prison on his list.
Here locked behind bars for most of the remainder of their miserable lives, were the veritable sewer scrapings of humanity.
In this facility there were twelve maximum risk inmates, these were the Nonce's and child killers.
Dr. Snip was going to clean house.
He had originally thought to materialise inside each individual prisoners cell, and execute them.
He decided that this would take to long, he was a busy boy and had things to do.
He therefore materialised in the refectory at dinnertime, this was a large hall where all the inmates could sit and eat together.
As happens in these Institutions, the prisoners segregated themselves into groups.
They were all legally insane, but there was a pecking order even amongst this murderous scum.
At the bottom of this pecking order, were the murderers of the very young.
The rest of the inmates shunned them, and consequently they sat at their own table and kept themselves to themselves.
Snip had images of each of his targets on his implant, to avoid embarrassing errors.
He materialised at the door to the refectory, and quickly identified the group he was after.
Without any fuss he walked towards the table.
The self-proclaimed leader of this group of perverts, looked up and saw him approaching.
Snips face was easily recognisable from the long scar that ran down one side of his face.
He had received this from a knife-wielding thug in Thailand, before he cut off his head.
'Fuck me it's Snip, screamed the leader of the group frantically trying to get up.
He only managed to get his legs tangled in the chair legs, that were bolted to the ground to avoid them being used as weapons.
'No need to get up because of me,' sang Snip happily as he drew his sword in one well practised motion, and using a backhanded stroke caught the panicked man under his chin.
With a jet of blood his head was severed, and flew ten feet in the air to land on another table.
As one the rest of the table scrambled to their feet, only to be mown down by the flickering sword blade as Snip spun and jumped around the group like a malevolent black demon.
The inmates sitting at the remainder of the tables didn't move.
They seemed to realise that he wasn't here for them.
As there was no love lost between the main bulk of the inmates and these men, they decided to sit still and enjoy the show.
The inmates sitting at the adjoining table soon regretted this, as they were sprayed with blood.
Snip slashed and carved his way, through the entire complement.
The guards that were standing around the room were in shock; none of them had moved a muscle.
The carnage had lasted barely one minute, and yet twelve men lay butchered on the floor of the refectory.
Dr. Snip stood surveying the inmates; they looked away as his eyes scanned them.
They were all legally insane, but knew a fellow Maniac when they saw one.
Sheathing his sword, Snip took out of his pocket a notebook.
An inmate that was standing close to him; saw Snip crossing off names from a list before replacing the book in his pocket.
Smiling kindly at the stunned crowd Snip said ' Have a nice day', and vanished like the magician he was thought to be.
He next turned up at Pentonville, and slaughtered ten more on his list before vanishing into thin air.
By the end of the morning he had visited nine institutions, and despatched eighty-three men.
The Home Secretary declared Dr. Snip Britain's No.1 fugitive, and a reward was placed on his head.
Stephen read this in the morning papers and was annoyed.
The stupid bastard didn't realise he was doing him a fucking favour.
With a growl of rage he dressed, and jumped directly into the Home Secretaries office.
He grabbed an Aide by the throat and demanded to know where the Stupid bastard was.
The aide managed to choke out that the H.S. was in the Commons making a speech about his war on crime.
Snip snarled in rage and flung the young aide across the room, before jumping straight into the House of Commons, the home of British Law.
The Home Secretary was laying out his plans for Prison reform, and a new sliding scale of punishments for serious crimes.
He stopped abruptly when Snip appeared out of thin air in front of him.
'You Stupid Bastard, what the fuck are you drivelling on about now? I am doing my best to help you out by making more room in your prisons, and you put out a reward on me. What's that all about eh?' Screamed Dr. Snip at the flustered man.
'Dear God it's Snip,' was heard as the members of parliament recognised the infamous killer.
'No need to get up Gentlemen' yelled Snip loudly, 'I am only here to put my point of view across. As of today the penalty for killing a child is Death. No excuses accepted, I have made a list and when I have crossed off all the names on it you will be pleased to hear that I will have saved the taxpayer millions of pounds. No No please don't bother to thank me, I am a British citizen and it is my duty to help out when duty calls.'
Seeing the security guards edging towards him, reminded Snip that he had probably outstayed his welcome here.
With a last threat to the Home Secretary to get off his back, Snip bowed to the cameras recording the Commons and vanished.
Stephen materialised in his kitchen; he was very tired.
Slaughtering people was a dirty job, but somebody had to do it he thought to himself with a grin.
'Dr. Snip, we know you're in there, come out with your hands in the air or we will open fire on you,' shouted an amplified voice from outside his house.
Stephen stood up and walked to his window, the house appeared surrounded by over one hundred police.
He could see weapons in many hands, and they were all pointed in his direction.
'Why can't we all just get along,' he shouted to the police.
This was the perfect time to try his little experiment.
The World Brain had warned him it would be dangerous, but as he looked out at the army of weapon wielding cops he thought that dangerous was a relative description.
Setting his QT to 101 Nanoseconds of Phase, he hummed a happy tune to himself and Phased.
Stephen heard a strange twanging sound; that seemed to resonate through the atoms of his body.
Apart from that, nothing fucking happened.
He got up from the kitchen table and looked out at the army of cops.
There was no army of cops; the garden was deserted.
'Well I'll be a monkey's uncle' he chortled happily, ' it worked.'
As was his habit he drew Excalibur, and began to polish its blade as he decided what to do next.
His eyes wandered around his kitchen until he noticed his trophy wall. There hanging in pride of place was Excalibur.
'What the fuck? he murmured, and standing up took down the sword from the wall.
It was his sword, but so was the one he had been polishing.
Being a tidy person he replaced the second sword back on the wall, and began to look around the house.
It was his house, although certain things were out of place or missing altogether.
'I seem to have entered a Parallel Universe,' he muttered to himself as he searched his house.
'I wonder if there is another me? I would like to meet me, I am such a nice chap that I'm sure we would get on just fine.'
Knowledge being power, he jumped to the nearest library to study the newspapers of this alternate universe to see what was different about it.
He discovered that things in this world were very similar to his own.
One of the main differences that affected him was that Dr. Snip was still managing to keep his real identity a secret.
In his world he had been photographed by a reporter; with a telephoto lens.
He had seen his own face splashed across the front pages of the newspapers the next morning at breakfast.
'Well done you,' he said wistfully.
Since he had been identified, he had always had to keep looking over his shoulder for the cops.
It was only a matter of time before they traced him to his home, and he had been lucky to be able to escape into this world.
He was pleased that this Dr. Snip was just as bloodthirsty as he was.
He read with relish the accounts of the atrocities perpetuated by his twin.
'Can't wait to meet you,' he whispered to himself.
Gloria was having trouble sleeping; she had just finished her shift in the King's bed, and had vacated it to allow another Handmaiden her chance to get pregnant.
She was lying in her own bed at her Manor in the country, and thinking about Steve.
He had really fucked her life up, however she was fair enough to admit that if it hadn't been for him she wouldn't have a life to fuck up.
Why on earth couldn't she have kept her legs together, it must have been those primitive pheromones that had disconnected her brain from her cunt.
She never thought she would admit this, but Steve was a better lover than the King.
The King was a renowned lover, he knew all the poems and songs, and he knew all the sexual techniques.
The problem was that Gloria knew them as well, and she now found 26th Century lovemaking boring.
She was unique in the Kings Harem, because of her uninhibited use of dirty words during sex.
She had a dirty mouth to go with her dirty ways in bed; this kept the King fascinated by her.
The rest of the handmaidens were good little girls, who opened their legs for the king with a grateful smile.
They were there to get pregnant, the king was to fuck them and come in their vaginas.
They had no interest oral or anal sex, that wouldn't get them pregnant. They were basically brood mares for the Aristocracy, and had as much affect on the King as masturbation.
Dicky had confided to her that he often thought of her, when he was servicing the other women.
'You're my dirty little girl Gloria,' he would whisper to her in bed.
'Shut up Dicky, and lick my cunt,' she would reply pulling his leonine head down between her legs.
That was the main difference about Steve, he couldn't sing to save his life, and the only poems he knew were dirty limericks.
But he certainly knew how to fuck his women; it was almost like bestiality being fucked by him.
He was so hairy it was obscene, and she loved every second of his primitive cock ramming inside her.
On top of all that she was pregnant with his child.
She should have immediately informed the State that she was pregnant, but had a few days leeway before she had to come clean.
She knew the King would be surprised at her error, but he had liked Steve and she hoped he would regard it as a genuine mistake on her part, and not hold it against her.
This didn't help her at the moment as her cunt was burning with lust for Steve.
'Fuck you Steve,' she swore as she reached for her favourite vibrator.
She would normally have ridden her sex horse, but it wasn't the same without Steve standing watching her naked and orgasming.
Eventually as her orgasm hit her, the name she screamed out was Steve's.
When Steve came back into Angel's bedroom with his tea, he was surprised to see her getting dressed in bra and knickers.
'What's up darling?' he asked sitting down on the bed to watch her dress.
Mother has invited us over for a party, I thought it would be nice for you to see her with her clothes on for a change,' Angel replied smiling at him wickedly.
'Ouch! that hurt darling, the last time a saw your mother she was fully dressed and on her best behaviour,' he protested.
'Well be that as it may, there is a costume ball being sponsored by the King and we are both invited.'
'Great I could do with a break, what should I wear?' he asked.
'I have the perfect outfit for you darling,' purred Angel.
At least it will keep him safe from my mother, the filthy whore, she thought to herself smiling a wicked smile.
'No sprayn Catsuit then?' he queried.
'No my sexy man, I want to be ready in case you need sex, a cat suit isn't the best choice of clothes for fucking.'
'You're worse than your mother' he accused, patting her bottom lovingly.
'No Steve my darling primitive, I am a child compared to Gloria. She has revealed some of her tricks but she has hundreds more up her shall we say for politeness sake "Sleeve".
Seeing Angel in her bra and knickers had switched Steve on in a big way. Angel noticed this and decided to ask him to do something for her.
'Steve darling, do you like me in knickers?'
'Oh yes you sexy beast, they make you look more ...Vulnerable for want of a better word. You are so strong that sometimes you need a pair of frilly knickers to bring out the feminine inside you,' he said seriously.
'Could I ask you to do something for me Steve, something that you might find strange?'
Steve was puzzled at her question, Angel was an uninhibited lover and they had tried every variation on sex he knew about. What on earth did she have in mind now?
'Whatever you ask of me I will do,' he promised blindly.
Angel looked at him strangely and went over to a cupboard. She pulled out a lash, a whip with many braids made of thin leather.
'Steve I need you to bend me over your knee, pull down my panties and whip my naked bottom as hard as you can,' she said quietly.
'You sexy little pervert, if that's what you want I will be only too happy to spank your naked arse till you scream,' he said smiling.
Steve took this request lightly, because he knew Angel's body was armoured.
There was no way whipping her would hurt, and he assumed that this was a sexual ploy of hers to turn him on.
What he didn't know; was that it would hurt her very much indeed.
Her armoured sub-dermal mesh was literally sub-dermal, i.e. under her skin.
If a knife cut her, the blade couldn't penetrate her body but it would still make a shallow painful cut on her skin.
Whipping her naked bottom; would cause the nerve ending of her skin to transmit the pain signals to her brain just the same as any other woman's.
Handing him the Lash she turned her back on him, and bending from the waist slowly pulled down her knickers, exposing her beautiful naked bottom to his gaze.
She then lay over his knees, feeling his erection digging into her naked stomach.
Steve couldn't resist running his hand over her bottom.
The feel of her silky skin was very erotic, and he kissed each bum cheek gently.
'Stop that Steve, I've been a very naughty girl and I deserve a good spanking,' said Angel bossily.
'Brace yourself Shelia' warned Steve, and slammed the lash down onto her naked bum.
Despite anticipating the blow, Angel still squealed in shock as the pain made her jump.
The lash had reddened her left buttock, so Steve slammed it down hard on the right one to spread the red glow that has suffused her skin.
Over and over he whipped her naked arse, until her moans were very audible to him.
Her bottom was a bright red, and Angel was gasping with pain.
Why the fuck am I doing this? She asked herself as Steve laid it on.
I'm doing this because I am a two faced snob who has a womb that is too good for her man to fill, she answered herself.
Seeing Angel's bottom a bright red all over Steve asked 'Had enough darling?'
Trying to ignore the blazing pain from her whipped arse, Angel smiled at him and agreed that she had been well whipped.
Slowly getting off his lap she walked carefully into her bathroom. Once out of his sight she sprayed her burning bottom with a healing spray. Instantly the pain faded to a slight throb, and she surreptitiously wiped away the tears of pain that had run rebelliously down her cheeks.
It was just as well that she had been quick, because Steve followed her into the bathroom.
Seeing her bent over; he thrust himself deep inside her from behind.
'You have got me so hot I just have to fuck you' he growled, as he pounded himself into her vagina.
The impact of his hips against her throbbing arse; was very uncomfortable but Angel accepted the pain stoically.
However she was really relived when he gasped in passion, and ejaculated into her.
'Wow, that was very erotic Angel, at least my balls will be empty when I next meet Gloria,' he panted kissing her lovingly.
If only, thought Angel grumpily, she knew that Gloria could make any man hard if she so chose, regardless of how many times he had come previously.
Her mother was the Queen of Sex, and was equipped with drug injectors in her nails.
She could, and often did, use these drugs to enhance the performance of her lovers.
Stephen Steel was chuckling to himself; he had just been using his twin's computer, and had discovered that all the Nonce's he had killed in his world were still alive in this one.
Oh well he thought good-naturedly, if at first you don't succeed etc etc.
He was just about to jump to this world's version of the Mental institution, when he remembered that no one in this world knew Dr. Snips real identity.
Looking at the trophy wall he saw a Black executioners hood, and realised that his twin must wear it when in public.
Donning it, he regarded himself in a mirror.
Very Scary, he thought admiringly.
His respect for himself grew, the more he learned about his twin.
'Hi Ho, Hi Ho, it's off to work I go,' he sang as he vanished from the kitchen.
He materialised in the refectory again, and walked towards the table around which congregated the group of Nonce's.
'Its Dr. Snip!' yelled a voice, and before he knew it a guard tackled him from behind.
As he fell heavily to the floor the guard kept a grip on his hood, and managed to pull it off.
Thinking quickly for his twins sake; Stephen Phased and became unrecognisable, a figure of unbreakable glass.
Getting to his feet, he found himself surrounded by inmates attacking him.
Drawing Excalibur he spun around 360 degrees, his blazing blade slicing through everything in its path.
He was now standing in a clearing, floored with parts of bodies, some cut neatly in half at the waist.
There was no blood, as the intense energies of his blade cauterised the wounds.
The inmates screamed in horror, as they realised what had just happened. There was a concerted rush for the door, to escape this apparition.
Stephen jumped to the doorway, and met the panicked crowd of criminals with his slashing sword.
They fell before him like wheat to a scythe, he had lost track of his special targets in the crowd and so decided to kill everyone he could reach.
'Next please' he chortled, as he sheared through them, his blade a burning circle of destruction.
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s hood on the ground and pulled it over his head before coming out of Phase.
Walking up to the nervous guards he sheathed his sword, and asked them to pass on a message to the Home Secretary.
'Tell him that I have decided to help him with the overcrowded prison problem. He will soon have lots of room in his prisons around the country,' he declared.
Then before their stunned eyes he simply vanished.
Stephen had planned to continue his slaughter at the other prisons, but the fight had tired him and he needed a rest and a cup of coffee.
Back in his twin's kitchen, he was dismayed when he couldn't find any coffee.
He decided to take a walk down to his local shop and buy some.
It was a pleasure to be able to walk unrecognised through the town, until he came to the general store.
He chatted pleasantly with the shopkeeper, and took his coffee back to the house.
He could have jumped there, but was savouring the feeling of freedom that he didn't have in his own world.
Soon the lovely smell of coffee permeated the kitchen, and he sat down to enjoy his well-deserved drink.
Stephen had discovered the Phase shift long before Steve had.
He used it constantly at home because of the fact that the police would shoot him on sight, and he had never thought of the bullet-dodging trick.
Stephens's relationship with his World Brain had never evolved into a friendship, and as well as the police, he also had the BTO on his back.
He spent a lot of time Phased, and loved the feeling of invulnerability it gave him.
In fact he decided to complete the rest of his task Phased, both to protect his Twin's identity and to avoid being shot in the back by a Guard.
Feeling refreshed after his coffee he picked up his list, phased and jumped to the next prison on his list.
Steve was admiring himself in Angel's mirror, it had been just a wall until she had waved her hand in a certain pattern, and then her wall had transformed into a giant mirror.
Steve was looking at a Knight in Black armour; he was completely covered in plate steel or something approximating it, and looked just like Sir Lancelot. He also looked a lot like a Storm Trooper and commented on this to Angel.
'That's because Britain modelled its Storm Troopers on the Armoured Knights of old,' she explained. 'As you are a Knight of the British Empire, it allows you to carry your sword without comment from anyone,' said Angel admiringly.
Let's see if you can fuck him through that lot mother, she thought with a smile.
It was a party to celebrate St. Georges Day; all National holidays were to do with real or legendary British Heroes.
The British were inordinately proud of being British. and took every opportunity to remind themselves of their glorious past.
The King had commanded a Joust to celebrate St. George's defeat of the Dragon.
King Richard the Seventh; modelled himself after Richard the Lion-heart.
He liked to believe that he was a direct descendent of that famous King.
Dicky was dressed as The Lion-heart, in shining armour covered with a white tabard with a big red cross of St. George on it.
Steve was looking forward to the party; a guilty part of him couldn't wait to see Gloria again.
"The Sword of Allah" was in turmoil; they had lost their rogue Storm Trooper.
It must have been destroyed, because the QT device had jumped itself back to the pre-programmed location.
It had been automatically monitoring the Troopers vitals, and when they ceased it automatically returned itself to base.
Base being Saudi Arabia, the headquarters of the "Sword of Allah".
The Leader was not a happy man, his whole plan to kidnap the King of Britain hinged on using a boosted Storm Trooper, to counter the Kings own Storm Trooper bodyguard.
They planned to bargain the Kings life, for a share in their own Oil.
The main impediment to their plan was the Kings bodyguard.
It was a top of the range Storm Trooper with double boost facility, and various other modifications that even their intelligence sources couldn't discover.
It would be suicide to try and kidnap the King, while it was guarding him.
On top of that difficulty, they still didn't have the second QT device required to jump the king back to Saudi Arabia.
However the leader was a very clever man, and decided to use plan 'B'.
Plan 'B' was a good plan, but required two special operatives to pull it off.
They would have to be totally dedicated to the mission, and be willing to die to see it through.
Fortunately the leader had two such men available, and called them to his side.
The plan was relatively simple, because it relied on the fact that it was a suicide mission.
Both members of the team would be suicide bombers. The first man would be fitted with an explosive belt, and would infiltrate the party.
His task was to grab hold of the Storm Trooper and detonate his explosives, destroying himself and the Trooper.
The moment this happened the second member of the team would jump in next to the King.
Removing his QT he would attach it to the King, and jump him out to Saudi Arabia.
He would then run into the densest group of Aristocrats he could see, and detonate his own suicide bomb.
This secondary task was to kill as many as he could to sow fear and confusion, and delay any attempts to recover the King.
The leader preferred the first plan, which didn't cost any of his men's lives, but sacrifices had to be made for the good of the cause.
Steve found himself the centre of attention as the party commenced.
Angel had to jump out on a mission for the BTO.
She excused herself from the party, explaining to Steve that she found these Royal parties incredibly boring.
Gloria hadn't been able to restrain herself, from telling her fellow Handmaidens about his prowess in and out of bed.
He was surrounded by a group of stunningly beautiful women, all offering him sex.
In order to protect himself from their blatant advances, he had pulled down the visor of his helmet.
This stopped the rain of kisses, that had been pleasing and yet embarrassing him.
He was also pleased, that his armoured groin concealed his instinctive reaction to this erotic attack.
He decided to participate in the Joust, and entered himself into the sword fighting competition.
He was a bit disappointed to learn that he couldn't use Excalibur. However he expected to give a good show, with the blunt edged swords provided by the organisers.
The group of beautiful women that surrounded him, suddenly parted as Gloria walked up to him.
His heart missed a beat, as he gazed upon the Queen of Sex herself.
She was the Kings No.1 Favourite, and the other Handmaidens deferred to her in all things.
Gloria was wearing a medieval dress; that appeared to be made of cobwebs and mist.
He could see glimpses of her exquisite naked body, as the dress rippled in the breeze.
He was again grateful that the armour hid his reaction to her.
'My brave Knight must carry my favour into battle' she purred, tying a red gauzy piece of material around his upper arm.
'These are my panties, Sir Knight; I have just removed them for you. If you win I will allow you to replace them on my body,' she whispered seductively.
Steve could detect a note of frustration, as Gloria stroked his body. Suddenly he realised that his armour was protecting him from her nails. Her injectors couldn't penetrate his costume.
'Gloria my Queen,' he whispered in her ear, 'you don't need your drugs to enslave me. You have already captured my heart, and I will dedicate my victories to you.'
Gloria squealed in delight as she heard this, he had just declared his love for her and her heart leapt with joy and pride.
She was carrying his child in her womb, and she realised that what she felt for this primitive was more than just lust.
Lady Gloria Black, First Handmaiden to King Richard the Seventh of Great Britain, was hopelessly in love.
The first time you fall in love is devastating, even if you are over 170 years old.
Steve was very nervous and excited, his bout was next and he could see his opponent warming up in the arena.
Steve's opponent was also dressed in full armour, but his was a Golden Colour.
Each Knight had a shield with his heraldic device painted on it.
Angel had an hourglass painted on Steve's shield, to symbolise Time. The Golden knight was a fantastic fighter; he had already fought four challengers and beaten them all easily.
Steve was hoping that his practice with his sword; would enable him to hold his own against him.
The device on the Golden Knights shield; was the double helix of DNA.
The trumpets blew and Steve walked slowly out to fight the Golden Knight, who was waiting for him in the centre of the sandy arena.
The swords they were using were capable of leaving a red mark on your opponent's armour, if you hit it with sufficient force.
Three good hits to your head or body, and you were adjudged dead.
Steve had asked about the rules, and was told that the only rule a British Knight had to worry about was to win at all costs.
The first thing Steve knew was a massive impact to his shield, which numbed his left arm.
The Golden Knight had attacked without warning, and his speed was frightening.
Steve stumbled back a step and brought his sword up, just in time to parry a horizontal slash that would have struck his neck.
The Golden Knight was a very big man, and his speed was forcing Steve to fight on the defensive.
Steve noticed that his opponent didn't fight defensively at all; he obviously believed that the best defence was attack.
Steve concentrated on weathering the flurry of attacks, he was doing well until one of the knight's blows skated over his shield and clipped his helmet.
He didn't need to see the scoreboard to know he was hit; his throbbing head made it quite clear.
Seeing Steve stagger the golden knight attacked again, lifting his sword high in the air in order to bring it crashing down on his head.
Steve hurled himself forward and desperately using the broadsword as a rapier, thrust the point of it hard into the knight's groin.
Although the Golden Knight's groin was protected by chain mail, the entire weight of Steve's body was behind the thrust.
The Knight doubled over in pain, as the shock of the blow was transmitted to his balls.
Jumping to the side Steve slammed his blade in a swinging slash to the Knight's stomach, causing him to kneel down in the sand gasping for breath.
Steve's blood was pounding through his veins as he lifted his broadsword high in the air, preparatory to slamming it down onto the Knight's unprotected neck.
The beaten Knight's very helplessness caused Steve to restrain himself. He spent his life protecting the helpless, and couldn't bring himself to hurt this beaten man.
Instead of smashing his blade down on the unprotected neck, he gently tapped the knight on his armoured back, just hard enough to leave a mark.
His tired mind realised that the watching crowd had gone very quiet, and to his amazement he saw Gloria rush over to the golden knight and gently unstrap his helmet.
She pulled it off and unleashed a mass of golden hair, the leonine face of the King looked up at Steve with a wry smile.
'Well done Sir Knight,' said the deep voice of the King of Britain, ' an unorthodox blow but very effective, I will remember that one for quite some time I think.'
Steve dropped his sword in the sand, and rushed over to help Richard to his feet.
'Are you hurt my love?' asked Gloria stroking his head with her handkerchief.
'It will be a while before I will be any good to you my sexy minx,' the King replied rubbing his crotch gingerly.
Steve felt very embarrassed, he now realised that everyone there had known that the Golden Knight was the King except him.
'I am very sorry your Majesty, I never considered it could be you,' he said apologetically.
'Rubbish man, it was a good fight and I almost had you,' said the king smiling at Steve.
' I need a drink, please join me' invited the King, and with Gloria on one arm and Steve on the other they made their way to the bar.
After a drink or three, Steve again apologised for hurting Richard.
'I came very close to really hurting you for a moment,' he confessed.
'Not a chance of that old boy I'm afraid, my bodyguard Omega, was watching closely. If he thought I was in any danger of serious injury he would have interposed himself' said the King, indicating his very own Storm trooper standing unobtrusively a few paces away.
'But he was nowhere near us, he couldn't possibly have saved you if I had brought the sword down on your neck,' protested Steve.
'O ye of little faith, watch and learn,' said Richard letting go of his glass of beer.
It fell to the floor but before it could impact, it was caught in the steel hand of Omega, the Kings Storm trooper.
Steve had seen Angel boost, and had also seen the rogue Storm Trooper Double boost.
However this was reminiscent of jumping via the QT, Omega not only caught the glass, but caught it so gently that not a drop of beer was spilled.
'Don't ask, I have no idea how fast he can react, but rest assured he could have caught your blade before it impacted on my neck if he deemed it necessary,' said the King ruefully.
'You see why I have to resort to subterfuge, in order to try and have a little dangerous fun now and again.'
'When are you going to replace my knickers on me Steve?' a sultry voice asked. 'I am getting a bit cold around my nether regions without them,' said Gloria.
'That will be the day my sexy minx' said Richard, smiling down at his diminutive favourite. 'I am often surprised that your panties don't catch fire, owing to the fact that you are so very hot.'
'Well I demand a kiss from my champion at least,' she demanded.
As both Steve and Richard had removed their helmets, Gloria could grab Steve's ears and pull his head down for a kiss.
Steve was so busy worrying about her nails, that he missed the beautiful sweetness of her saliva, as she thrust her tongue into his mouth passionately.
Everything about the Queen of Sex was enhanced; even her bodily fluids were laced with sexual stimulants.
Steve felt himself react to her kiss, he became rigid with desire for her and his armour constricted him painfully.
'Put him down Glory' ordered the King, realising what she was doing.
'That was very naughty and you will have to pay a forfeit,' he said smiling at his tiny lover.
'Sing a song for us,' he commanded.
There is a certain type of Violin used mainly in Scandinavia that is referred to as the Devil's Fiddle.
It has a very unique sound caused by having two sets of strings.
The player bows one set of strings as normal, but the second set run parallel under the first and resonate to give a deeper more sensual sound.
Gloria could drive anyone within earshot of her voice into an orgasm by simply humming her special tune.
Her vocal chords had been enhanced, to produce sub-harmonics similar to the Devil's Violin.
Steve was surprised when the king handed him a pair of earplugs, and advised him to wear them.
Looking around the group of Aristocrats that filled the Beer tent, Steve saw many of the older ones also fitting earplugs into their ears.
They had been here before, and knew what was coming.
'Alas my Love you do me wrong...' Gloria commenced singing her version of the classic " Greensleeves "
Her voice was hypnotic and beguiling, her clear tones echoed across the Beer tent and the effect on the partying Aristocrats was remarkable.
All restraints seemed to be lifted from the partygoers, and a veritable orgy began.
The Handmaidens threw themselves at the nearest available males and began to undress them and each other frantically.
Steve and the King watched in amazement, as the staid group of Aristocrats turned into a copulating pile of naked bodies.
Gloria herself was immune to her own voice, and stood fully dressed surrounded by beautiful naked bodies enflamed by lust.
To Steve she seemed like the Goddess Aphrodite, casting her spell of love on mere humans.
Despite the earplugs he still wanted her, as her saliva worked on his inhibitions.
If the Aristocrats were affected by her Siren song, the Arab suicide bomber who was making his way towards Omega; was completely unprepared for the wave of lust that swept over him without warning.
He had come disguised as a servant, with a belt of 26th Century explosives around his waist.
This was revealed, as a lustful woman tore his clothes off him.
Steve recognised the explosive belt from his time in Iraq, where he had seen these deadly devices during his time as a Para.
Despite having to fight off the lustful woman and his own desires, the bomber was doggedly fighting his way through the crowd of copulating Aristocrats.
Steve could see that his target could only be Omega, who was standing to one side of the tent his eyes constantly fixed on the King.
He was so dedicated to protecting Richard; that the thought that anyone would dare to attack him obviously didn't occur to him.
Steve didn't know exactly what was going on, but he did know that a suicide bomber in a tent full of Aristocrats, and more importantly to him Gloria, was a bad thing.
He phased and jumped towards the frantic man, grabbing him around the waist.
Steve then jumped them both one-mile straight up into the air.
As Steve had hoped, the first time shock of jumping had rendered the bomber unconscious.
He had hoped this would happen, so they could question the man when he jumped back to the King.
However Steve couldn't have known that the explosive belt was rigged with a dead mans switch.
It was only prevented from detonating by the constant pressure exerted by the bomber on a device held in his hand.
If he was shot his hand would relax and the bomb would detonate.
The same thing applied if he was knocked unconscious.
One second Steve had his arms around a human being, the next second he was blasted backwards in the sky.
The force of the explosion disintegrated the bombers body, leaving only a fine bloody mist like a red cloud in the sky.
Falling back to earth Steve jumped to a location outside the beer tent to avoid landing on any naked people.
Omega seeing Steve disappear from the king's side and reappear grappling with a man wearing a suspicious belt, had leapt towards them to capture or kill the intruder.
Before he got there they had vanished, and a few seconds later a terrific explosion could be heard in the sky above the tent.
In the few seconds that Omega was distracted, the second Bomber materialised beside the King and clipped his pre-programmed QT to the king's belt.
The bomber pressed a button on the QT, and the King disappeared.
The bomber had planned to run towards the greatest concentration of Aristocrats, and detonate his own belt.
However he was shocked to find himself surrounded by naked copulating people, and stood frozen for a few vital seconds.
Omega saw the King disappear, and slammed into full battle mode.
To his eyes the people in the tent seemed to almost freeze, as his senses sped up tenfold normal.
Using his augmented legs he hurled himself at the frozen bomber, smashing him off his feet and through the material of the tent wall onto the lawn outside.
Steve was still phased as he materialised, and saw what was transpiring. He realised that although Omega had removed the bomber from the beer tent, the man was still far too close to it for safety.
Again he jumped to the pair, Omega had a firm hold of the man and Steve didn't dare take the time to consult with him over the best course of action.
Grabbing hold of both men, he again jumped high into the sky.
This time he knew what to do and as he materialised high above the clouds he held on tightly to the man's fists, ensuring they didn't relax and open.
'Omega, suicide bomber, dead mans switch, he yelled to the Storm trooper.
They were now falling back towards the ground, and Steve could only watch as Omega quickly and professionally disarmed the explosive belt.
'Done,' said Omega crisply, and with a sigh of relief Steve jumped them all back to the lawn.
The bomber was still unconscious, and Omega shackled him securely with handcuffs taken from compartments in his synthetic body.
The Storm trooper then ran into the tent to find his King.
Semi-naked Aristocrats were stumbling out of the tent, as Omega rushed in.
He realised that the King had indeed disappeared, and immediately sent a signal to this effect to his immediate superior.
Gloria rushed out onto the lawn distraught, and stood looking around for Steve.
He realised that she couldn't see him as he was still phased, and switched it off.
She jumped as he appeared in front of her, sobbing she ran into his arms.
'Its all my fault, if I hadn't ensorcelled the people, Omega wouldn't have been distracted,' she sobbed.
'Nonsense Gloria darling, it was your song that uncovered the bomber, you saved everyone in the tent today,' he assured her.
They were interrupted by the return of Omega.
'Where have they taken him?' asked the trooper.
'I'll ask' replied Steve, contacting Merlin on his implant.
'Merlin old friend, they have taken the King, where did they go?' he asked the World Brain.
'I can only inform you where the QT went, which was Saudi Arabia a town called Al-Hasa.
The King has almost certainly been taken elsewhere by conventional air transport,' advised Merlin.
'Regardless of that I intend to find Richard and rescue him' swore Steve.
Omega heard this response, and stated that wherever Steve went he was to take Omega with him.
Although he thought he could do this on his own, Steve didn't want to fall out with the Kings bodyguard, and agreed to Omega's participation in the rescue mission.
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Len broke into the zoo late at night, knowing her current form would attract military levels of attention if was openly seen since her trip to a local ranch. Her vagina was big enough to fit a motorbike inside thanks to an entire troupe of mares, and she had a horse phallus that matched her entire body in height! If that wasn't enough she weighed only half as much as she should, spoke using someone else's voice, had a second normal body, the legs of a cow, ass big enough to snap most chairs like toothpicks, six arms and two normal human breasts paired with two udder-like breasts bigger than a prized Holstein! The dark blood gemstone in her bracelet seemed to devour any light that touched it, and allowed her the power to steal traits from anything she wanted to! Len lived a timid life, stepping aside for others and taking a back seat because she never believed in herself. Now she had the power to take whatever she wanted! What she wanted was simple enough- to have as much pleasure as possible!
This zoo also had an aquarium area and aviary, so she had all sorts of creatures to take from! She could gather all the best traits from everything and become like a god! The first thing she needed though was more leg- her vagina was many times too big for even her prodigious hips and bolstered bovine legs. Every movement grinded her shimmering black labia together and caused her huge fist sized clit to pop out looking for attention. Who had taller legs than a giraffe? She managed to shuffle her way to their huge pen to see two of them and a calf. She liked her huge ass and bovine bits already so she had to think of how this would work. The giraffe would be screwed without its legs as well, and she didn't want to hurt this animal family. She smiled like a mad woman as she swung her right arms through the air and space itself became warped and corrupt. Her legs lengthened very quickly and bulked up strangely. She was taking the legs of a giraffe but the bovine and human combined leg traits were not mixing or being overridden, causing them to eventually split apart like oil and water, leaving her with four legs. The area between them extended and became similar to the torso of a giraffe, making her like a strange centaur! Her rear legs remained as they were however even still, only taking enough length to properly accommodate the huge vaginal lips, causing her rear end to be very low compared to her front. To prevent one of the giraffe from being messed up, she collapsed two into one- a single adult giraffe with two sets of rear legs and two heads! The feeling of flesh, muscle, and bone stretching was wonderful! Her huge cock bounced against her underside as if nodding in approval of her actions so she decided she wanted some more size. There was no beast bigger in this zoo than an elephant! There was only one in its pen, and its pen was about to become much more roomy and luxurious to it soon enough! The elephant looked around confused as everything around it seemed to get bigger. Len moaned, feeling herself up with her six arms as her body groaned and muscle tissue creaked at the rapid growth. She still looked the same but grew several inches each second till she absolutely towered over the area! She moved over a lamp post and lowered her vagina onto it, using it as a dildo.
Laughing insanely, she looked down on everything as she pleasured herself, her front four hands tugging milk out of her four giant teats. Frightened by the unknown creature before them, the peacock in their pens opened up their impressive tails in challenge and Len unfortunately accepted. The color drained from their feathers and resplendent prismatic patterns appeared at the ends of her hair as it grew down low enough to almost be able to cover her top two titanic boobs. Spotting them not too far off was the swans and all of their wigs started to shrink away, but did not change Len- she was sending the traits elsewhere. She grunted and slammed her rear hips into the ground and rolled on top of the lantern in a bit of frustration- it wasn't quite big enough for her. She went to reach down with her lower arms to masterbate her cock but was surprised when she realized her body was too long now! She couldn't reach nearly far enough to grab it, and she had gone overboard with her vagina, making her cock surprisingly tame in comparison! She wouldn't be able to fit into the aquarium area now, but knew what was there, so tried to steal traits remotely and sure enough it worked. Her cock was pure black from the horses but as it stretched larger now pink spots started to appear. The lower half gained an outward curve and the upper gained an inward curve, the base became thicker than normal human hips but the top half remained relatively the same thickness as before. The cock wobbled to and froe as it lengthened, a wonderful but agonizingly slow and persistent pressure drove her crazy as it stretched and stretched, creaking like stressed leather. It surpassed her front legs in length and in a seated position stopped its growth where her human and beast halves met, which was just long enough for her lower arms to reach the huge flare of. She took the cock size from a whale! As she rubbed rigorously at the dinner-plate width of her flare she worried a bit about being seen. Even under the cover of night, she was gigantic and couldn't really hide. Her skin started to take on the exact pattern of the bricks of the sidewalk under her, as she stole the camouflage ability of an octopus. The stars in the night sky started to burn out above her as she stole their radiance as well, for when she wanted to be seen.
Arcane turned off the news broadcast with a heavy sigh. "So, the city is in absolute chaos, people who are even still able to are evacuating like rats off a sinking ship. I get you to do ONE good thing, and this is what happens?!"
Occult shrugged. "I told you being nice was stupid. She seems to be having a lot of fun with it though, so I Win your dumb dare- I am great at doing good, and, well everything really."
Arcane's arms fell limp at her sides in bewilderment. "Are you kidding me? You are terrible, you destroyed an entire city! She could swallow the entire world at this rate!"
Occult scoffed. "You aren't seriously blaming me for that? I gave her the power, what she does with it isn't my problem. People don't notice little mistakes like that, like the previous story where she took her bra off twice in a row without having put it back on. Its an erotica- no one notices stuff like that."
"...huh?"
"Never mind. If you want me to clean up her mistakes too I will, just to show you how insignificant of a problem it actually is."
Occult took on his human form of Ulysses and the aspect of his bunny form. His ears grew long and huge, well past their ability to hold themselves up- they were nearly as long as his entire arms. His nose slightly reshaped and he gained small whiskers and a pom-pom tail. Black fur covered his arms and legs to the elbow and knee joints and his legs reshaped as the nails on his hand became tiny claws. He braced himself and the ground below him buckled. When Occult jumped into the air several chunks of cement were yanked into the air with him from the force while he reached the eighth floor level of nearby buildings. With another hop nearly caving in an entire wall of a building he already reached Len, a street over.
She was not at all hard to spot and already radically different. After the zoo she was too temped by all the people passing by in the city to not borrow a bit here and there. Their aggression toward her borrowing from them however caused her to make more in retaliation. The result was Len looking like the final boss of some hentai video game and the city was being flash evacuated. For starters her bestial lower half was now literally doubled- the inner facing legs on either front were fused together, so she had three legs just below where her human part ended, but then two complete animal torso each ending in their own rear end, but mirroring one another. The tasseled tails on either rear had been replaced by the front half of a snake- seeing them had reminded her of mythical creatures like the chimera who have snake tails, and decided that was something she should have too. Wanting the ability to take a partner in either hole she gave herself a second phallus on either side, but growing in above the existing one she wanted it to be thicker, better suited for anal so she used the shape of a canine penis- though the size was more like the entire body of a dog. Her vagina were grown bigger and bigger, stretching the underside of either lower torso to be more conical to accommodate the huge depths, and became so large she was practically dragging herself when she moved around. Her balls grew to be like medicine ball sized, and were closely attached to the front curve of her huge vaginas. Her phallus size and overall body size grew in turns- she wanted bigger cocks but didn't want to override herself with them. When her head was on the same level as the second floor of the buildings around her she realized it was a problem and stopped shrinking people down to doll size to make herself bigger. Her horse-like cocks were wide enough to take up nearly all the space between her front legs and long enough to extend some ways out after them. To everyone else their size rivalled a city bus. The canine ones were only a third as long but the perpetually engorged three-segmented knots made them twice as thick, which also forced the two shafts a bit apart from each other. For both variety and a strange blend of twisted modesty and pride she took the wings of a bat to reshape her lowest set of arms, as well as the radiantly colored scales of a coral snake, making them look more like a dragons wings. The membrane on them was so long that when rested around her human hips they actually formed a skirt of flesh to cover the front half of her inhuman self. And finally to close the gap of difference between her cow-dwarfing breasts and her tiny tits, she grew the tiny ones to a bulbous double D, and since her torso was two sets of ribs longer already anyway, she added a third set that were once again tiny. She eventually revealed herself when most people had evacuated the area anyway. She had gotten away with her theiving easily up to then thanks to her octopus cloaking.
Occult landed on and sat cross-legged on one of her titanic breasts. Her tit absorbed the impact easily, rippling like water for a moment before bouncing to a stop. "My dear, have you ever heard of there being too much of a good thing?"
Her eyes focussed onto his comparatively tiny face. "I know...but I want more, and that's what the dark blood bracelet is for!"
Occult sighed. "And when is 'more' enough? You just need satisfaction, yea? Well I happen to know a woman who is real good at that."
He snapped his fingers and several runic circles gathered together in mid air, forming a complete sphere. They flashed and vanished as a sphere of water formed in their wake, and fell away to reveal a large seawitch, Unduela. When travelling she kept her eight huge tentacles stuck together so it looked like a snakes tail, minus the scales. She was a shimmering jet black with a few stripes made of clusters of deep violet dots. Her lips, nipples and a large patch on her forehead was black as well. Her torso alone was about seven feet tall and each tentacle dwarfed her human half, so while she wasn't as big as Len, she was as close as anyone was getting except Occult's own dread dragon form. The inner sides of Unduela's tentacles were vibrant pink and secreted a mucus when she was not waterlogged. Her breasts were a huge teardrop shape on her otherwise petite looking frame, and her huge vagina sat at the center of all her writhing limbs. Even for Unduela, managing two sets of two cocks and two vagina practically big enough to ram a truck in was a little much, so Occult copied the same trick Len already used on herself- he doubled Unduela. Like an unseen mirror, Unduela became two and mirrored eachothers exact motions on either side of Len.
Not exactly opposed to the idea, Len stayed where she was as Unduela slithered up to her, with her tentacles pulled together. Unduela used the slope of flesh between a huge ball and the massive labia to ascend the huge body. She split her tentacles apart once she was on top and started to writhe around, spreading the mucus over the gargantuan muscular rump. The mucus was sticky at first but became extremely slippery when it came into contact with an already wet surface. The malleable limbs wedged into and caressed every indentation between muscle and every curve of Len's rear body. Unduela hooked a tentacle on the puffy equine anus and pulled herself around over the monstrously huge vagina. Occult vanished from Len's breast and appeared just laying cross-legged with crossed arms on the end of her equine shaft, using the hot turgid skin as a place to rest. His huge ears draped around either side of the shaft brushing the glans was a terrible tease, and seeing he had an impressive pair of balls for his size, Len went to borrow a bit from him as well.
Occult just shrugged and closed his eyes to relax. "Did you really think that would work on me? Please. I didn't realize it was amateur hour in here."
"W-why didn't it?"
"I am not a physical being, I have no body to steal traits from. My real body died well over a thousand years ago."
Len's attention was quickly stolen back to her rear with a shriek of surprise when Unduela started to pushed her entire body inside of her. Using a single tentacle to penetrate the anus and grab hold of her cock's pleasure plum from there, the other seven limbs wedged themselves into the puffy but very soft and flexible boundaries of the vagina. The tentacles were folded over, so their tips still gripped and caressed the edges of the labia, and the thousands of suction cups on their undersides pressed into the contracting walls of the vagina, feeling like thousands of mouths kissing her over and over. Unduela saved her human hands to squeeze and manipulate her own bosom as she dropped her hefty endowments onto Len's huge clit. Len's legs gave out from the pleasure quickly, but because of how massive her equipment was, she actually didn't lower at all, it simply shifted her weight from her hooves to her shaft and the lower curve of her vagina. Unduela spun and pushed her limbs in and out, creating an alternating spiral and driving Len wild. Len's mouth hung open as she let out high pitched moans, her head was absolutely swimming with pleasure, and while she knew she probably looked silly her muscles trembled and contracted entirely on their own and she had little control over anything. Len started to squirm around as much as her tightened muscles allowed, because the nonstop pleasure was too much for her. Unduela occasionally slipped her breasts off the clit to kiss it, and taste the salty fluid that was cascading down onto the street in small rivers. Pushing outward as much as she could, Unduela twisted her tentacles around pulling them back, and thrusting them in as deep as she could go and lashed them back and forth through the slick soft folds. Len squeaked out as much sound as she could manage from already being out of breath and her face turned blood red as her vagina gave several short but violent pulses and two tidal waves of fluid burst out of her- so big that one alone painted the entire width of the street for nearly twenty feet back.
Len gasped for breath as Unduela snaked her way out, trying to make as little movement as possible as Len was clearly already overloaded. Her cock was doing its impression of a vibrator, bobbing from need but so stiff that it simply vibrated. Her vagina had cum but her cock had only been brought to the edge and now hung their agonizingly. Unduela slithered around quickly, being able to move much faster on land now that the street was completely soaked. Len shifted her weight again to try and allow her room, even though she was still completely out of breath. Unduela slithered over the lower cock as Occult slipped off to let her work, and then she wedged herself as far down as she could. She wedged a bed of writhing tentacles between the two cocks, right to the knot which was too tightly pressed into the lower cock to allow anything between. Unduela coiled and uncoiled her multitude of limbs, kissing both shafts with her suction cups. She traced the pointed end of the canine phallus from below while thrusting her entire backside up and down the top of the equine shaft. Len was going crazy, being on the absolute edge for nearly a half minute now, each hand kneaded a different breast. Occult walked in front, bored, he wedged a finger between the projected urethral opening and the actual glans and traced the cleft. The attention to the gigantic flare sent Len at last over the edge, and all the massive veins on her shafts ballooned to maximum stiffness, the flares reached full radius- about the size of a picnic umbrella- and she came explosively. In spite of the tremendous weight of them, each jet of cum travelled a half block from the head of the cock, leaving thick white stripes down the road that would surely cause a confusion of traffic. Her top cocks soaked the lower, and the lower ones soaked the street. Occult only remained standing for half of the first jet before being knocked onto his ass.
He rolled out to the side and magically shook the cum from himself, though his hair and fur were now snow white. "Huh...well, I always heard the protein is good for your hair."
One pedestrian was unfortunately behind Len at the time. His friend shouting at him to get back. "No Frank, I think it is OK." He placed a cautious hand on the massive labia. "It's trembling, it's afraid." In an instant they were both ripped off their feet by a tidal wave of vaginal juices as it rolled over the street. "I regret nothing!"
Unduela had to slither away quickly as Len no longer had the strength to remain up right. Like a defeated giant her legs buckled and she rolled over the soft mass of her naughty bits and collapsed onto her side, staring into nothingness as she panted and drooled. Her junk looked even more tremendous now that it didn't have her entire body weight compressing it all, and it looked like she wasn't going to be able to compact it again to stand back up without a great deal of effort. Even delirious, she moaned for more. Occult sighed and crossed his arms- glad that this wasn't his actual plan, and was only meant to prevent her from stealing more people for a while.
Back in her apartment, her ex boyfriend Mike bursts in through the door calling for her, but quickly seen where she is. Lin was laying on the couch with one bent knee on the cushions and one leg dangling off. From her head was hair of platinum blond so light it was nearly white, that was now so long that it cascaded off the couch and covered the entire floor with its waves. The naval length edges of her bangs however were patterned with the prismatic patterns of a butterfly and peacock combined. Her left outer arm was adorned with what looked like a tattoo, but was in fact the stolen stripes off a tiger. Her skin had a literal dim glow and her purple iris shone with a bright light- radiance stolen from the cosmos. She was slightly bigger than before but her legs a great deal longer and more toned, making her considerably taller than Mike now. She wore nothing but a small sheet draped over her which fell away when she sat up, and also revealed her gigantic angelic wings- stolen from an entire flock of white swan. Her breasts were perfect tear shapes whether viewed from the front or sides, capped with solid edged pastel pink, slightly projected bumpy areola and eraser nipples. Her skin was flawless porcelain, adorned with constellations of freckles on the tops of her breasts and the bridge of her nose. As she rolled to the edge and got up off the couch, Mike could see those long legs ended in a tight and very round ass over good sized hips, and Venus dimples on her toned lower back. Her near-white golden pubes were cut in the shape of flames, and the tiger stripes apparently widened across her back before narrowing as they rotated around her and down her right leg, from her left shoulder. The only other adornment was a tiny round golden bell earring on either ear.
Her voice was doubled over itself, deep and womanly and came from flawlessly sculpted light pink lips. "Why are you here Mike? I already said all I had to say, you have nothing for me now."
He said nothing and simply undid his fly. As his cock swung down her eyelids swung open. Just as thick as a baseball bat and half as long, his uncut flaccid cock swung heavy out in the open before he dug in with a hand to bring out his apple sized balls with it. The head of his cock starting to peek out of the foreskin already, but the mighty staff took its time erecting. Puzzled, she thrust a hand forward to steal his size and send it to Len but nothing happened.
Mike shook his head and spoke up. "I dumped you because it hurt me to see you thinking like that all the time, but I tried everything to make you see yourself the way others do. I couldn't help you so I let you go- for myself yes, but I hoped it would finally be the thing that made you reflect on yourself properly. I know you don't have it in you to attack me like you did earlier...you did it because I hurt you. I love you Len, but you need to see yourself clearly- you need to love yourself too!"
"Oh...Mike. I have tried you know, it is not like I enjoy disliking myself. The dark blood gem has almost fixed it though! Look at how beautiful I am now! Very nearly perfect! I was going to say I don't have the power to give you your cock back unfortunately...but...it seems you don't need it."
"I got a lot more than that now."
He flexed his muscles and they doubled in size filling his outfit to the point of bursting and then continued to expand for a few more seconds ripping all of his clothes off of him. His body was huge- statuesque. As muscular as it could possibly be without being bulbous, coupled with Lin remembering how sexy his slight Scottish accent was, made her more than willing to let him into her. She moved forward a few steps as he crossed most of the room- her soft shimmering hair made each step soft on the feet. His cock was waving back and forth in near perfect erection by the time he took her by the arms and held her close. Because of its size his cock rest between her breasts and she momentarily was torn between kissing his lips or his dick. He brought her down, cupping the sides of her breasts and running his thumbs over her erect nipples before tracing her curves to her hips and bending over to suck a nipple, while his hands caressed the roundness of her thighs. Her cheeks flushed a bit with arousal and a bit with embarrassment, she did not want it to seem like she was taking him back simply because he came back looking like a demi-god. Lin was laying on the floor with her wings spread limply across it, long enough to be curved a bit upward where they met the wall for lack of space. Mike sat upright between her toned thighs and held his cock out like an offering to her, gently patting it against her stomach a few times. Lin nodded, and Mike prepared to take his girlfriend on an ocean of her own hair.
He pulled back so he could line his penis up with her plush mound. He teased her lips with the head as he lined up its trajectory and moistened his staff with her honey. He eased the head in but then paused and gave a mighty thrust making her gasp for breath. His thrusts were long and strong, causing her body to rock against the soft hair, and her breasts to rock to a different rhythm altogether. His cock was so big compared to her lean form that he could see the bulge in her abdomen up to her naval when he thrust in. It did not take long for him to feel her hot juices running down his balls and he switched from rolling her nipples between his finger and thumb, to lifting her legs and thrusting even deeper. She hit her crescendo twice before he finally came, and when he did her entire body flushed with heat, so much fluid that it felt like her entire body was filling with him, like she was practically drowning in her lover. He flopped down beside her, both were quite out of breath.
Mike looked at her with a tired smile. "So, what do you say we get back together, and blow this joint. Stop stealing traits and just move to another city and start fresh."
Lin still needed a moment to catch her breath. "Why another city?"
"Weeeell, the citizens of this one might think your some sort of evil sorceress come to destroy the world, so they might be getting ready to try and kill you. Just a thought."
"Oh yea...they do tend to react poorly to my borrowing of things. Its really superficial when you think about it!" She looked a bit down. "But...I can't stop taking yet. The more I take the more apparent it is that I am missing something! I need to fill that void! And I have taken a little bit of almost everything so I must be getting close to finding it, because there isn't much left!" She spoke the last bit through yawns, and cozied up to Mike before passing out, comfortable on the bed of hair.
Mike sighed. "Well, I made up with her anyway, but I still wasn't able to stop this madness. Thanks for the help anyway, Nereid."
His buff body and huge genitals melted away, slithered across the floor and reformed into a woman made of peach jelly-like goo. Mike was his old self under it all, and was unfortunately still a blank crotch. That is why the trait theft earlier did not work- Mike did not actually have the trait she was trying to take.
Nereid took a bow, her jelly tits bouncing wildly from the movement. "It was fun. And I am sure master Occult has other plans to try. Usually, his forward plan is a diversion."
Back on the streets, Len was on the move again, however slow due to her body not at all being built for mobility. This time however, her thoughts were much more clear. Knowing she had Mike back, and having gotten both of her bodies off cleared her thoughts considerably, which in turn caused her direction to become clouded. Where was she going to go? She already stole a bit of everything from humans and even animal unique traits. What was she still missing? He had told her she could steal traits from inanimate objects as well, perhaps that was what she needed to try? A statues chiseled beauty, a paintings unfaltering picturesque beauty, a buildings size?
Occult once again appeared beside her, arms crossed. "You sure did a number on this city. I was listening to the radio and the missing persons count is impressive, not to mention all the hospitalized people looking for body parts back. You stole a heart from a baby?"
Len blushed. "Its still alive, because it was magically removed and the heart wasn't harmed! I-I thought it would make me more innocent!"
"That's...actually the opposite of what it did."
"I know, that's why I directly borrowed its innocence afterward."
"You know that's basically another word for ignorance, right?"
"What? Nah."
"Y- ...I was going to argue that, but realised the poetic justice. Still, good work, I gotta say. People cowering before you, you striving for perfection. You don't stop for anyone and step on whoever the hell gets in your way! You remind me a lot of myself!"
"W-what?!"
"Yea, you and me are a lot like each other."
Len flinched, filled with a strange sensation. She had felt like a person wonderfully squeezed in their own overstuffed body, but now felt more like a person swimming within someone else's form. These traits were not a part of her! Back at the apartment, Mike quickly opened his eyes to a blinding light that exploded across the city. Streaks of even brighter light wove around buildings like phantoms, seeking people out. Without waking from her rest, Lin's entire body seemed to evaporate into these spectres and phased through the window. Before he could even think to say anything, one of the phantom streams flew into the apartment and hit Mike squarely in the crotch. He felt a strange sensation like a limb waking from sleep and realised his original penis and balls had returned!
Arcane appeared beside Occult in her original form of Circe. "So...how did you do it? I figured sending the boyfriend would have to have worked..."
Occult just huffed. "She needed to learn to respect herself, obviously. At least try to keep up with the plot."
Arcane lowered her brows. "I know that smartass- how?"
"Don't know how envy works? She wanted what everyone else had, she hated herself but loved everyone else." He paused a moment before sighing. "Do I really have to spell it out? She loves everyone else so I compared her to someone else. I am all powerful and feared- I told her she was like me- she can't hate me, so she can no longer hate herself either. Whenever she tries to nit-pick, she will see me or someone else with that trait, and it is not within her to insult anyone else."
Mike came running down the streets, wearing a pair of pants he hijacked from Len's house and a spare pair with a bra for her. Because of the sheer number of stolen traits, he was able to grab the clothes, leave the apartment and run all the way over before they were done syphoning from her true form. Her form was so tiny in comparison. No flaws, nothing especially notable. She was pretty average, so there was nothing for anyone to dislike about her regardless of taste. She was perfect at being herself. And now she finally realised it. The fog of her own misjudgement was lifted and she was no longer blind. With an ear-splitting crack, the dark blood gem shattered apart and turned to dust before the fragments even hit the ground. Len slid the empty bracelet off, and tossed it away as she kissed Mike.
Arcane couldn't help but smile. "Well, I suppose it did all work out then...eventually." Occult just smiled at her, flexing his brows. "Oh you think you are so clever don't you? At least you can't do that name-play thing of yours on a name as simple as Len."
Occult let out a short laugh. "Really? Lent, as in, they lent her their traits. And Lin? Lint, as in a byproduct of the original."
Arcane sighed. "It is exhausting being around you."
Arcane and Occult vanished from the mortal plain for now, back to the castle Greivanhal. Mike and Len moved quickly to another city, and started fresh together just as he suggested. The city was restored minus the few thousand dollars worth of property damage, and many of its citizens actually came out better for it- since they kept all the things they looted from stores in the middle of all the chaos. And everyone lived happily ever after. | null | [] | {
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"Die Artillerie dieser Felligen hat die oberen Decks zertrümmert. Ich bin mir sicher, dass sie es auf den Re-Mon abgesehen haben." Iridin verschränkte die Arme vor seiner Brust. "Ich weiß, ich weiß Sie wollen jetzt hören das wir das Artfakt sicher versteckt haben. Nun und ich darf ihnen versichern, Supremecommander Iridin, das wir das haben." Iwerdos und Ilindur saßen auf einem kleinen Stuhl und während Iwerdoseine Tasse hielt und an einer warmen Flüssigkeit nippte, gestikulierte Ilindur wild mit seinem Arm . "Und wo haben sie es denn versteckt?" und weil Iridin so klein war stemmte er sich auf den flachen Tisch auf. Um größer zu wirken. Denn desto kleiner seine Spezies war, desto Genetischreiner war sie. "Im Körper von Testperson #005." meinte Iwerdos kurz und schlürfte weiter seine unidentifizierte Flüssigkeit. "Ihr-habt-was?" Iridin musste sich setzten. Ilindur war ganz aufgeregt "Ja, wir haben dem Felzigendingen es eingenäht aber das war noch nicht alles. Wir haben von ihm einige Klone erschaffen, sodass sie niemals heraus finden werden wer von denen es mit sich herumträgt." Iwerdos schüttelte nur den Kopf und Iridin lehnte sich zurück "Sagen sie niemals nie, Ilindur. Sagen sie niemals nie." Erneut erschüterungen. "Sie machen weiter. Ich hab noch ein paar Löcher zu stopfen." Iridin wies aus dem Raum. Als Iwerdos und Ilindur hinter sich die Tür schließen hörten fing Iwerdos an "Die Idee war so beschissen und bescheuert von dir. Das mir schon schlecht wird, wenn ich daran denke." Ilindur winkte ab "M-m-m-meisterhafte Ideen habe ich nur. Und deswegen wirst du auch immer neidisch auf mich sein. M-m-m-m-mitnichten habe ich auch auf der Akademie eine 99 Prozent geschafft, sondern eine glatte 100%." "Ilindur hast du vergessen ,dass dein IQ bei miserablen 450 liegt und du nur bestanden hast, weil wir beide uns einen Körper teilen?" Ilindur ließ ein Schnarren über seine Lippen laufen. "Die von der Akademie hatten selbst unseren größten Vordenker durchfallen lassen und am Ende Revolutionierte sein Denken unser aller." Sie gingen langsam den metallenen Korridor hinunter "Sich mit ihm auf eine Stufe zu stellen wäre anmaßend von uns." "Ja, das stimmt wohl." Ilindur nickte zustimmend. "Wenigstens werden wir heute noch einige Tests mit #005 durchführen können. Ich bin es schon satt seine Eingeweide zu sehen." "Dies wird ein guter Tag. Ich bin gespannt wie sich das Aphrodisiakum
auf seinen Körper aus wirkt. Vor allem wie lange es braucht bis #005 auf eines von den Weibchen losgeht." Sie blieben stehen und warteten vor einer Tür bis diese sich öffnete. Der Raum war weiß ausgekleidet und dadurch sehr hell. "Zeit die Spiele beginnen zulassen." Sie traten vor zwei Konsolen und widmeten sich der Aufzeichnung der neuen Testphase. Vangam wurde in einem Bett wach. Der Raum war noch dunkel aber die Dämmerung gab genug Licht, dass er etwas sehen konnte. Er griff sich die Uhr. 08:30 Uhr "Das ist zu früh" murmelte er. Vangam stand schlaftrunken auf und schlurfte durch den Flur zur Toilette. Er fragte sich nicht wo er war. Er fragte auch nicht warum er voll angezogen war. Es kam ihm so vor, dass er hier schon immer gelebt hatte. Der Druck auf seiner blase war entsetzlich. Es brachte ihm die ersehnte Erleichterung.Als er fertig war und sich die Hände gewaschen hatte spürte er einen heftigen Schmerz "Mein Schädel... Ich hatte doch gar nicht gesoffen gehabt." Er tapste mit kleinen Augen aus dem Bad. "Bah, ist das hier kalt." und durchquerte so schnell es ging wieder den Flur. Blieb aber an seiner Tür stehen, weil dort ein Zettel hing. Er nahm diesen an sich und verschwand in seinem Zimmer. "Bin mit Ayano einkaufen. Hina." Aha, wer auch immer diese Personen sind dachte sich Vangam und schmiss den Zettel in die Ecke. Sein Kopf schmerzte als ob er etwas auf diesen bekommen hätte. Er stieg zurück in sein Bett und zog sich die blaue Bettdecke über den Kopf. Vangam murmelte leise in sich hinein "Dazu ein bescheuerten Traum gehabt. Ich muss wohl damals kleine Hündchen gequält haben, dass ich jetzt so abgestraft werde." Er hatte seine Augen gerade geschlossen als er gepolter auf dem Flur vernahm. Klopfen an seiner Tür. "Mmmhm?" "Zeig ihn mir! Is er süß? Is er ein süßer Wolfie? Hat er weiches Bauchfell? Wie groß ist er? Welche Augenfarbe hat er? Will auch sehen!" Vangam verkroch sich tiefer in seiner Decke. Wie konnte nur jemand so eine nervtötend hohe Stimme haben. " Ayano ist gut. Räum lieber die Lebensmittel ein. Ich kümmre mich um unseren neuen WG Bewohner." "Du bist doof, Hina. Immer willst du zuerst." " Ayano, was denkst du schon wieder. Er hat schließlich gestern ein Stück Türrahmen auf den Kopf bekommen." "Ja, ja, ja. Hab Spaß mit ihm. Ich will ja nicht so sein aber lass mir noch was übrig." "Was? Du spinnst wohl, Ayano. Ich hatte nicht vor... Unglaublich." Eine Schäferhündin steckte ihren Kopf in das Zimmer. "Uhm, schläfst du noch?" "Nein, nicht mehr." gab er patzig zurück. Sie betrat das Zimmer und schloss die Tür hinter sich. "Es tut mir leid wegen gestern. Ich hatte mich noch nicht mal vorgestellt und dann viel dir der obere Teil des Türrahmens auf deinen Kopf. Du warst sofort weggetreten. Wir konnten dich nur noch in das Zimmer schleppen und hoffen, dass du dir nicht etwas schlimmeres zugezogen hattest." "Wofür gibt es Ärzte?" " Ach weist du, du bist ja nicht der erste dem das Passiert ist. Wir haben auch schon versucht das Problem zu beseitigen aber das klappt einfach nicht." Sie setzte sich ein Stück auf das Bett. "So du bist Hina, ich bin Vangam." "Oh, wo sind meine Manieren geblieben. Ich bin Hina Sayuri. Macht aber nichts, wenn du mich Hina nennst. Macht jeder. Die andere Stimme war von Ayano Yumi. Wundere dich nicht, das sie so komisch ist, sie wurde vergewaltigt. Oder zumindest hat man es versucht.Komischerweise ist sie seitdem hinter Männer her. Und dann wäre da noch Miyu Sadako, sie hat das Zimmer neben dir. Was ich dir noch zu ihr sagen muss ist, dass sie sehr empfindlich ist." Vangam Nasenspitze ragte unter der Decke hervor. Sie beugte sich nach unten "So möchtest du vielleicht etwas Frühstücken? Ayano und Miyu würden dich bestimmt auch gerne kennen lernen." Sie küsste seine Nasenspitze. Er wurde unter seiner Decke nervös. "Mhm, danke aber ich denke das ich lieber noch etwas versuche zu schlafen." Sie etwas enttäuscht meinte sie "Wenn du denn Hunger bekommst, dann komm in die Küche. Wir werden wahrscheinlich dann vor dem Fernseher abhängen und uns irgendwelche Sendungen reinziehen. Du weißt schon 'Bulle sucht Kitten' oder so was." Sie verließ das Zimmer. Als er hörte wie die Tür sich schloss sagte er halblaut "Scheiße wo bin ich gelandet?" und legte sich auf die Seite. Er war auch etwas eingedöst als er schwach wieder gepolter und Stimmen im Flur vernahm. Danach hörte er nur wie eine Tür in das Schloss viel. "Oh yeah, endlich ruhe." Aber er hatte sich getäuscht. Jemand öffnete seine Tür, ohne zu klopfen oder ähnliches. "Gott verdammt, habe ich den nicht einmal meine Ruhe? Mein Kopf dröhnt und ich versuche etwas zu schlafen." Er sah nicht hin wer es war. Ihm war es auch egal wer es war, so lange sich Derjenige aus seinem Zimmer entfernte. " Wolfie!! Warum so böse? Ich habe von Hina gesagt bekommen, dass ich mich um dich kümmern sollte. Ob du das willst oder nicht." Sie ließ ihre grünen Augen über die Bettdecke gleiten. Sie konnte aber nicht mehr als seine Nasenspitze entdecken "Tust du mir ein gefallen?" "Sicher,was ist es denn?" " Verlass das Zimmer." "Sicher, kann ich das nicht tun. Wann habe ich dich ,denn mal nur für mich." "Wie, was?" "Die anderen Beiden sind nochmal weg. Lass mich mal sehen wo dich der Türrahmen getroffen hat." Er kam unter der Decke hervor. Er sah ein Leopardenweibchen, mit langem brünettem Haar, langen Beinen. Dazu blaue Hotpants und ein schwarzes T-Shirt. "Oh, du schwitzt ja! Hast du Fieber?" "Nei..." Sie ließ ihn nicht ausreden "Nein, warte ich hole lieber ein Thermometer." Sie ging aus dem Zimmer "Ich muss damals wirklich was schlimmes Angestellt haben, so wie ich jetzt abgestraft werde." Sie kam zurück "Was ist? Warum so böse?" "Ach, ich will einfach nur meine Ruhe haben, dass ist." Sie bückte sich und streichelte seinen Kopf "Ooooh, schh, Wolfie sagt jetzt mal AAAA" "Nein, sag ich mmh" Sie drückte ihm das Thermometer in sein Maul. " So..." Sie grinste hämisch. "So, entspann dich." Sie setzte sich auf sein Bett und griff unter die Decke dabei wurden ihre Katzenaugen sehr schmal. Sie zog ihre Hand von seinem Knie, nahm das Thermometer aus seinem Mund und legte es weg. "Aha, kein Fieber aber..." Ihre Hand verkroch sich wieder unter seiner Decke. "Ich merke gerade, dass du noch komplett angezogen bist. Deshalb schwitzt du so." Vangam rieb sich mit dem Daumen und Zeigefinger am Nasenbein. Sie konnte dabei etwas von seiner linken Hand sehen. Dabei viel ihr etwas ins Auge was in ihr Interesse weckte. " Das wollt..." Sie ließ ihn wieder nicht ausreden. Sie war nun zu neugierig geworden und lehnte sich weiter in Richtung Gesicht. " Hey hey, die Flecken hab ich schon mal gesehen!" Sie deutete auf seine Pfote. "Ah ja..." Er warf kurz einen Blick auf die Oberseite "Ähm, wo? Ich mein wo haste die Gesehen?" Ihre Nasenspitze berührte seine. "In einem Porno! Teehee, du hast also dieses Sergalchick am Strand gefickt wie?" Er zog seine Decke höher. "Äh, wie? Was? Nein! Ich bin kein Darsteller. Ich bin Student für Biologie." Sie entfernte sich wieder und grinste. "Du bist ein kleiner Lügner! Lügner, nananana!" Vangam zog seine Decke noch höher, sodass seine Füße freigelegt wurden. "Nein und wenn, dann kann ich mich nicht mehr daran erinnern." Dies war ihr auch nicht entgangen und setzte sich weiter nach hinten auf das Bett. "So, so, das hätte ich jetzt auch gesagt." Dabei betonte sie das "das" besonders stark. "Wenn du weiter so leugnest muss ich dir wohl das Geständnis heraus kitzeln." Sie zog ihm seine Socken aus und warf diese auf den Läufer. "Du leugnest immer noch das du ein Pornostar bist, Vangam?" Er lugte etwas über die Deckenkante. "Nein..." Sie kitzelte seine Füße. Er begann erst zu kichern. "Nein, stopp a-a-a-a-aufhören. " "Sch, sch, nur wenn du zugibst ein Pornowolfie zu sein!" Ihre Pfote glitt immer wieder über seine Fußsohle.
"Nei... uhuhhahaha. Lass m-m-m-m-m..." "Hast du was gesagt? Ich hab dich nicht verstanden. Du musst lauter reden." "P-p-p-pornow-w-wolfie" "Lauter!" "I-hi-ih-ich bin ein P-p-p-pornowolfie!" Sie hatte auf gehört ihn zu kitzeln. "So, das tat ja nicht weh oder? Jetzt können wir ja mit dem schönen Teil beginnen." Sie rückte etwas nach oben und griff an seine Hüfte. "Lass mir dir helfen mit der Hose. Das ist nicht gesund im Bett." Sie fummelte langsam an seinem Gürtel herum. "Oho, ohhho. Was haben wir den da?" Sie hatte die Decke zur Seite geschlagen und dabei viel ihr seine Beule auf. "Das muss ja höllisch weh tun! Da ist ja kein Platz mehr." Sie beugte sich näher "Nur zu gut, dass wir ihn von seinen Lei..." Ihre Augen weiteten sich als sie die Hose etwas zurückschlug und das was sie unter der Boxershorts erkennen konnte ließ ihr Herz etwas springen. " Unglaublich..., unglaubliche Bälle! Die sind geschwollen wie Äpfel." Sie sah zu Vangam auf. Dieser war unter dem letzten Stück Decke verschwunden. " Ist dir das peinlich?" Er antwortete nicht " Hihi, tolles Muster auf deinen Shorts. Mir gefallen die Smilies. Besonders der hier." Ihr Fingerspitze berührte den Smilie der mittig auf seiner Eichel thronte und streichelte diesen in kreisenden Bewegungen. Sie glitt näher mit ihrem Gesicht an seine Shorts. Sie atmete tief ein und bleib einige Minuten in dieser Position. Als sich sich wieder normal hingesetzt hatte und dabei anfing mit Daumen und Zeigefinger sein Glied hinunter und hinauf glitt, meinte sie mit einem breitem Grinsen zu ihm "Muss ich dich auch noch Waschen, wie?" Sie stand auf ging, einige Sekunden später hörte er wie Wasser lief. Vangam allerdings wollte dieses Chick nur noch legen, es waren zu viele Hormone in seinem Blut. Sein Herz pumpte immer mehr Blut in seine Gürtelregion, hinzu kam noch dieser dauernde Druck auf seine Prostata. Er sah sich im Raum schnell um. Er suchte etwas um sie zu Fesseln und zu Knebeln. Seine Augen erspähten etwas. Ein Haufen voller Kleidung. Er stand schnell auf, griff sich einige Pullover und Hosen. Jetzt brauchte er noch etwas worüber sie Stolpern konnte. Nach einigen Blicken fand er die Lösung: der Bettvorleger. Er stopfte etwas von der anderen Wäsche darunter, sodass die Wahrscheinlichkeit hoch war das sie fiel. Seine Schmerzen, die er gehabt hatte, waren urplötzlich verflogen. "Noch einen Moment, dann hole ich dich. Das heiße Wasser läuft noch in die Wanne..." Er vernahm wie sie das Wasser abstellte und er sprang zurück in das Bett. Die Falle war gelegt. Jetzt musste sie nur noch rein treten und fallen. "Wolfie, ich helfe dir auf." Sie trat auf den Vorleger und viel. Das war seine Chance. Er sprang auf sie. "Uh, Wolfie?!" Er griff sich ihre Arme und verknotete diese, so schnell es ging mit einem grünen Pullover. Sie strampelte mit ihren Beinen. Vangam nahm noch ein Teil, diesmal ein schwarzes Hemd, und verband noch einmal ihre Arme. "Sch, sch, keine Angst. Es wird nicht weh tun. Das verspreche ich dir." Er verknotete es um ihre Beine. "Wolfie, so einer bist du! Du bist so dominant..." Er schulterte sie und trug sie in das Badezimmer. Zuerst wollte er sie in die Badewanne legen aber er hatte die Dusche gesehen und hatte darauf eine andere Idee. Er band ihre Hände an die Duschstange. Sie wehrte sich etwas, wenn auch schwach. Er schlug sie dabei räusperte er sich mehrmals und spuckte etwas schwarzes auf den Boden. "Ahh... Wa.. mmh" Er küsste sie, seine beiden Pfoten verschwanden unter ihrem T-Shirt. Während sie sich seinen Berührungen und Küssen hingab zog er sie näher an sich. Aus dem nichts musste er würgen. Ihre Reaktion war darauf, dass sie versuchte ihren Kopf wegzuziehen. Er ließ es nicht zu und drückte seine Lippen weiter auf ihre. Sie versuchte mit dem Kopf nach hinten auszuweichen, stieß aber gegen die Kacheln der Wand. Seine linke Hand glitt an ihrem Körper zur ihrer Hüfte. Sie stöhnten leise. Ihre Zungen spielten ein langsames Spiel miteinander. Aber dies war nur Fassade für das eigentliche Unterfangen des Parasiten in ihm. Ihre Zunge ertastete noch etwas anderes in ihrem Mund. Es war nicht groß aber es machte sie nervös. Mit seiner rechten Hand drückte er ihre Nasenflügel zu. Jetzt bekam sie Panik. Wollte er sie umbringen? Das war nicht sein Plan. Er zwängte seine linke Pfote in ihre Hotpants und ließ diese in ihre Ritze rutschen. Sie versuchte durch ihren Mund Luft zu holen aber er presste bei jeden Versuch seine Lippen fester auf ihre. Seine Kralle glitt in kreisenden Bewegungen über ihren Anus. Als sie erneut versuchte sich abzuwenden, drückte er seinen Finger in sie. Sie konnte nicht mehr anders, sie musste schlucken. Erst danach ließ er von ihr ab. " Tat es weh?" Sie atmete in langen Zügen. Er lehnte sich seitlich an sie und eine seiner Krallen strich immer wieder über ihren Bauch. Sie keuchte noch "Was hast du mit mir gemacht?" "Sieh doch einfach auf den Boden und guck dir deinen neuen Freund doch an." Er versenkte seine Nase in ihre Haare. " Uh, du riechst so gut..." Sie starte auf den Boden. Sie beobachtete das schwarze Ding, das langsam auf dem Wannenboden, herum kroch. "Ist das Ding in mir?" Sie begann zu zittern. Er atmete tief ein "Du riechst so gut, wenn du Angst hast." Sie zitterte mehr "W-was macht das Ding mit mir? Werde ich st-sterben?" Vangam ließ sich auf die Knie und nahm das Nacktschnecken ähnliche Ding. Es war nicht größer als sein kleiner Finger und nicht länger als drei Zentimeter. "Nein, es wird dir keinen Schaden zufügen." Er kicherte, stand auf und hielt es ihr vor das Gesicht. Es ekelte sie an und sie drehte ihren Kopf weg. "Sag Hallo zu deinem neuen Freund." "Nimm es weg..." Sie er brach sich. Die reine Vorstellung so ein Ding in sich zu haben, ließ sie brechen. Die Armfessel rutschte die Duschstange hinunter. Er sah zu wie sie es wieder ausbrach. "Mhh, eine Schande." Er kniete sich wieder hin, legte die Schnecke ,die er noch in der Hand gehabt hatte, auf sein Knie und ließ griff sich ihren Gürtel. In wenigen Sekunden hatte er sie entfernt und den Knopf als auch den Reißverschluss geöffnet. Ihre Hotpants viel schon von selbst. "Los, dreh dich um." befahl er. "Nein, du wirst mir nicht..." Es klatschte. "Du wirst dich jetzt umdrehen und mir deinen geilen Arsch zeigen. Sonst setzts was." Sie drehte sich missmutig und so gut es ging um. "Gutes Mädchen, gutes Mädchen..." Seine Pfoten glitten über ihren Rücken und schlussendlich entfernte er ihren String. Er knurrte erregt "Mit Leomuster.." Er griff sich ihren Schwanz und begann zwischen ihren Backen zu lecken. "Wolfie..." Seine linke Pfote rutschte an ihrem Bauch nach unten und fing an sie zwischen ihren Beinen zu verwöhnen. Er hörte sie schnurren. Er setzte das stimulieren von ihr noch einige Minuten lang fort, danach nahm er seine Pfote von ihrem Geschlecht und drückte ihre beiden Backen mit seinen Fingern auseinander. "Du willst ihn, oder?" Noch schnurrend antwortete sie "Oh Gott, nein!" Er nahm den Parasiten wieder auf, spuckte auf ihren Anus und legte ihn auf diesen. "Sei ein braves Mädchen und entspann dich." Er sah zu wie sich der Parasit in sie zwängte. Langsam, so unendlich langsam. "Mach es ihm nicht schwerer als es ist, Ayano." "Ich möchte ihn nicht in mir haben!" wimmerte sie. Er drückte ihn weiter in sie. Er meinte gesehen zu haben, dass einige Tränen über ihre Wangen rollten "Große Mädchen weinen nicht! Große Mädchen freuen sich darauf was sie geschenkt bekommen." Er versenkte seinen Finger in ihren Arsch als der Parasit in ihr war. Stand danach auf und ging seitlich um sie herum. "Warum? Warum machst du das?" mit seiner rechten Fummelte er die gelben Knöpfe seiner Shorts auf. "Weil Schlampen, wie du, nichts anderes Verdient haben." Sein Glied rutschte aus dem Eingriff heraus. " Siehst du ihn? Er ist wegen dir knochenhart. Deinem Arsch, deiner Pussy, deinem ganzen Körper und du weißt sicher was wir dagegen machen können oder?" Vor ihr wippte sein Glied. Rot geschwollen, schwerfällig. Vangam begann damit ihren Schließmuskel zu verwöhnen. Sie konnte nicht anders, sie musste anfangen zu schnurren. Wie sich immer wieder sein Finger in ihren Arsch drückte und sie dabei immer wieder etwas mehr weitete. Sie verlor immer mehr und mehr die Kontrolle über ihre realen Gefühle und das was sie sich einbildete. Es war beinah so ein Gefühl, dass sie betrunken war und dabei verstärkte sich dieses sich bei jeder Bewegung, die Beide taten, weiter. "Verstehst du. Du hast den ganzen Spaß..." flüsterte er ihn ihr rechtes Ohr. Sie sah ein, dass Widerstand zwecklos war. Ihre Augen waren wässrig, dies aber nicht vor Schmerzen sondern vor Lust. Etwas befahl ihr Vangam zu gehorchen. Ihr Bauchgefühl befahl es ihr und es war ein gutes Gefühl. "M-eister?" sein Finger verließ ihren Anus. Streichelte noch einmal ihren Rücken und band sie danach los.Sie richtete sich zitternd auf und konnte sehen wie er sich an der Wanne abstützte. Sie zog ihre Klamotten auf Hüfthöhe "Warte..." Sie ging zittrig aus dem Raum und kam kurz darauf wieder. Sie hatte ein Weinglas dabei und als sie hinter ihm war, ging sie auf die Knie. Vangam ließ etwas Wasser aus der Wanne als er ihre Pfote an seinem Glied spürte. Dabei grinste sie und hielt das Weinglas unter ihm . Als genügend Wasser abgelaufen war schloss Vangam den Ablauf wieder. Sie fing an die ganze Länge zu wichsen. "Nur keine Scharm..." Sie steigerte bei jeder Bewegung ihr Tempo " Ich will auf meinen neuen Meister anstoßen." Es sollte nicht lange dauern.Zumindest hatte er das Gefühl, dass sie das nicht zum ersten mal machte. "Nnnng... gleich..." Sein Gesicht war knall rot und er begann wieder zu schwitzen. "Guter Wolfie ..." Er hielt für einen Moment die Luft an aber die Massage war zu gut. Er hörte es platschen im Weinglas. Sie sah allerdings nicht ein aufzuhören. "Bis es voll ist..." Er verkniff sich das Stöhnen so gut es ging. Unterdessen machte sich sein Körper auf einen neuen Orgasmus bereit. "Nnnng, Fuck..." Seine Beine gaben langsam nach. "Nicht mehr viel..." "Sie brav und mach mir das Glas voll." Er kam erneut, dabei rang er um Luft. Dieses mal schien er nicht mehr stoppen zu können. Er lief aus und als sie sah das ihr Glas überlaufen würde legte sie ihren Daumen an sein Glied und drückte zu. Sie stellte schnell das Glas zur Seite, legte ihre Lippen an ihn und ließ los. Sie schluckte und schluckte. Vor sich seine Organe hängend, ihn am ablutschen, dies erregte sie durch und durch. Er glitt immer tiefer in ihren Rachen als beide eine vertraute Stimme vernahmen "Ayano! Genau das habe ich mir gedacht!" es war Hina. Vangam konnte nur schemenhaft sehen was sie tat. Was er allerdings spürte war, dass ein harter Gegenstand an seinem Hinterkopf abprallte und er schlagartig auf in einem Moos überwucherten Tempel Hof aufschreckte. " Meine Fresse, was ist denn los? Wo bin ich denn hier ?" Leicht benommen sah er sich um. Seine Augen wurden schmal. "Irgendwas stimmt hier nicht! Erst bin ich in einem Badezimmer und dann wache ich hier in einem Hof auf! Und wo verdammt sind die ganzen Personen? Wenigstens etwas positives ich bin nicht verletzt." Er sah an sich hinunter. Jeans, Hemd hatte er an und sogar war sein Mobiltelefon in seiner Tasche. All dies passte nicht in sein Bild. Er stand wackelig auf und ging langsam ein Stück die Hofmauer entlang. Mit seiner rechten Pfote glitt über die braunen Steine in der Mauer und diese waren alle aal glatt geschliffen. "Scheiße! Das gibt nix mit Klettern." murmelte er in sich hinein. Dabei sah die Wand nach oben. Und selbst wenn, wie würde er über das Dach gelangen. Es knallte, einmal, zweimal danach mehrere male schnell hintereinander. Vor Schreck drehte er sich um und presste sich gegen die Mauer. Ein Feuerball raste über den Himmel, seine Augen verfolgte diesen, da entdeckte er noch mehr von diesen Dingern. Einer schien in seine Richtung zu stürzen. "Das war's so werde ich sterben..." Gebannt von diesem Schauspiel vernahm er nicht sie sich jemand hastig näherte. "Vangam, schütz deinen Kopf!" Er wurde umgerissen. Kurz darauf schlug es mittig in dem Hof ein. Steine und Schmutz prasselten auf sie hinab. "Su..san? Was ist hier los?" "Sch, sei ruhig!" " Wa..." Sie legte ihre Pfote um seine Schnauze und drückte zu. Er blickte nach rechts. Aus dem Einschlagkrater stand eine Person auf. " Zielsysteme... online!Bewegungssysteme... online! Ortungssysteme... online! Alle Systeme online!" Vangams Augen wurden immer größer. War das ein Roboter? Seine Statur deutete auf einen zweibeinigen, gepanzerten und mit einem Sturmgewehr bewaffneten Roboter hin. "Was zum Teufel ging hier vor" dachte sich Vangam. "Dringe in Gebäude ein!" Dieser setzte sich in Bewegung und durchbrach die Mauer die vor ihm war. Es war die gleiche Sorte von Mauer wo er vorgestanden hatte und sie schien. Sie nahm ihre Hand weg als es außer Hörreichweite war. "Gut, er ist weg..." Sie stand auf und half ihm auf. "Susan, was geht hier vor?" Sie sah im an das er Erschöpft war. "Keine Zeit zu erklären, Vangam." Seine Augen wanderten kurz über sie. Sie war hatte einen langen schwarzen Ledereinteiler an, darüber trug sie ihre Weste. "Wir müssen zu erst das Ding aus dir kriegen." Sie griff sich seinen Arm, streckte diesen aus. "Was fü... Ahhhh, spinnst du?" Sie hatte ihm eine Spritze in den Ellenbogen gerammt. Seine Augen sahen mit entsetzten, wie Susan sie entleerte "Willst du mich umbringen?" "Keine Angst, damit bekommen wir das Ding raus. Könnte nur unangenehm in der Darmregion werden." Das alles ging Vangam zu schnell. "Was für'n Ding? Und warum trägst du diese komischen Klamotten und...?" Sie warf die Spritze auf den Boden, dabei antwortete sie ihm nicht "Wir müssen hier weg. Los, hinter mir her." Sie lief ein Stück Ungefähr in die Mitte des Hofes und er versuchte hinter ihr her zu wanken. Er ging auf die Knie "Warte nicht so schnell. Ich bin noch zu schwach." Sie kam zurück und stützte ihn. "Ich hab ihn. Schickt einen Transporter, der uns hier raus holt." "Wer?" Fragte Vangam bevor ihm schwarz vor Augen wurde. Sein Kreislauf spielte verrückt. "Verdammt, Vangam nicht jetzt. Beeilt euch, er wurde ohnmächtig." " Sind in 30 Sekunden da.Wir halten, dann nach der Signalfarbe ausschau." Sie keuchte "Vangam, warum bist du so schwer?" Sie nahm die Rauchgranate von ihrem Gürtel und ließ sie fallen. "Farbe in Position. Warten auf Abholung." Es ging kaum ein Windzug und der rauch entwickelte sich binnen Sekunden. "Gurte Nachricht, ich habe Sichtkontakt zum Rauch. Uh und 'ne schlechte Nachricht. Es sieht so aus als ob ein paar Inquisitionstruppen in den Hof eindringen wollen." "Ich sehe sie P-576. Gehen sie einen schnellen Sinkflug. Wir haben nicht viel Zeit, wenn die uns Beide in die Finger bekommen, dann war alles umsonst." " Der Truppentransporter senkte sich langsam als er über dem Rauch stand. Den Lärm den der Transporter machte war unglaublich selbst im Schwebenden zustand."Geht das nicht schneller?" "Schneller ist nur noch abstürzen." Sie humpelte mit Vangam in Richtung Ladeluke. Als erneut eine Explosion eine der anderen Wände zerstörte. Sie sah schnell herüber " Scheiße, Vangam warum bist du jetzt ohnmaächtig?" Sie konnte aus weiter ferne, leise die Stimmen der Inquisitionstruppen vernehmen. "Da drüben eine Sukkubi! Knallt sie ab!" Vangam fing die Kugeln ab, die für Susan gedacht waren. Er zuckte unter den Treffern. Er stöhnte. Sie rollte sich in den Transporter und zog Vangam hinten auf die Ladefläche. Die Kugeln schlugen in die Seite ein. "Worauf warten sie noch. Los, los, los." schrie sie den Piloten an.Die Düsen heulten als er Vollgas gab. Sie griff sich schnell das Verbandszeug welches sich unter einem Sitz befand. Sie sprang zurück zu Vangam. Sein Blut bedeckte bereits großflächig den Boden. "Scheiße, er verblutet mir hier. Pilot geht das nicht schneller?" Der Pilot blickte kurz über die Schulter. "Schneller geht's nicht. Ich hole schon das Maximum aus dem Baby raus." Sie fühlte den Puls, doch da war keiner mehr. Sie begann mit einer Herzmassage. "Vangam, nicht jetzt..." Immer wieder drückte sie sein Brustkorb, aber nichts als Blut lief aus seiner Schnauze. Sie drückte schneller, die Tränen schossen ihr in die Augen. Ihre Pfoten wurden immer Blutverschmierter. Ihr Gehirn versagte ihr das rationale Denken "Warum ? Warum..." flüsterte sie. Sie hämmerte auf seinen Brustkorb. " Warum? Warum tust du uns das an?" Sie kauerte sich zusammen. Sie war gebrochen. Sie hatte alles aufs Spiel gesetzt aber für was? Für ein Abenteuer? Für einen Beschaulichen Ausflug auf eine einsame Insel? Sie hatte den größten Trumpf geopfert und sie wusste, dass es keine einfache Expedition war. Sie riss ihre Kopf nach oben und starte an die Decke über ihre Wangen liefen ströme an Tränen "Wieso tust du uns das an? Was haben wir dir getan? Warum nimmst du uns die letzte Hoffnung?" Sie schluchzte und dabei dabei biss sie sich in die Lippe. Nach Minuten, des Trauern, stand sie auf und ging nach hinten. Sie sah über die Insel und das wenige was sie durch die Tränen sah war nicht weniger schrecklich. Teilweise brannte es. Irgendwo schlugen Granaten ein. Sie konnte die Erdfontänen sehen. Zwischendurch konnte sie Personen als auch Roboter sehen. Das Mündungsfeuer, die todbringenden Flammenwerfer. "Festhalten, wir überfliegen Marinegebiet!" "Es macht keinen Sinn mehr. Wir werden sowieso verlieren!" Sie hielt sich an einem der Haltegriffe fest. " Wer nicht kämpft kann nicht verlieren, sondern nur untergehen." Sie nickte nur und starte dabei weiter aus der Ladeluke. "Wir werden wohl nie eine wirkliche Chance gegen die Inquisition haben und irgendwann werden sie uns aus dieser Welt getilgt haben." " Mal sehen was General Daiki zu deinem Versagen meint." Sie atmete hörbar aus. Das Schicksal war besiegelt, die Inquisition war nicht mehr aufzuhalten. Das wusste sie ,das wusste die Pilotin, das wusste jeder. Und sie alleine war daran schult. Sie konnte mit der Schande nicht mehr leben. "Zeit, das zu beenden." Sie zog ihre Pistole und schluckte. Susan setzte sie unter ihr Kinn. Ihre Hand zitterte, sie drückte es fester gegen ihr Fleisch. Ihr Zeigefinger krampfte sich. Ihre Gedanken waren noch nie so klar wie jetzt. "Keine Schande über mein Haus."
BANG
"Scheiße..."
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Shattered Shards: Myshelle's Medicine
Myshelle tossed he auburn hair over her shoulder, looking with a scowl at the methods of conveyance parked outside the club, though in some cases the term 'stabled' would be more accurate.
She wrinkled her nose at the scent of horse, not horse dung, merely horse. The air was thick with it here. She hated coming to what 'normal' humans referred to as 'Grimmtown' in some circles, a place where fairy tales came to life. Myshelle came here after work because it seemed that leaving the comfortable modern world behind and jumping head long into a place where the extraordinary and strange was the norm was the only way that she could drink in peace. Every time she would go to a bar, someone would either recognize her, or try to hit on her. Before the strange events that changed the world forever, Myshelle had taken to visiting strip clubs, where the focus would be on women who were most definitely less pretty than herself, but made up for that in the eye of lecherous males by being bereft of clothing.
The glowing sign above the door read "The Amorous Satyr," the glow from magical enchantment rather than neon lighting. Beside it was an image of a well hung, hoofed individual.
The brunette sighed, doing her best not to grab a strand of her long, gorgeous hair and start pulling worriedly at it. Even despite her going to Grimmtown, eventually people started learning what bar she frequented and began their creepy stalkerhood anew.
That was one part of her celebrity that Myshelle absolutely loathed; the drooling, adoring, mindless masses of fans. Get yourself a recurring role on a popular television series and appear monthly in the pages of several fashion magazines, and all of a sudden you can't walk down the street in a big city without some fat, BO-scented idiot recognizing you.
The model wrinkled her nose again, it was probably her imagination, but she could swear she could smell the faint hint of sex upon the air. Though any trace of it once she recognized it was buried under the scent of horse and fried food.
She hated looking for new clubs; she'd been banned from the last one after throwing a drunken patron across the room. The place mainly served the shorter Aerthan races. Apparently it was an unforgivable crime to toss a midget when he was pawing her leg and making comments about 'wanting to go make some three-quarterlings.'
Myshelle's heels clicked on the pavement and she got over her trepidation and marched into the club. The scent of horse and fried food only got stronger, as well as a strange, sharp scent in the air that made the model sneeze.
She immediately made her way towards the bar, and took a stool. The place was set up to look rather like an Old Aerth-style inn, though it had all the modern conveniences, and most of the bottles on the shelves were Earthen brands.
Though Myshelle thought they went a bit too far with the rounded, over-buxom bartenders and waitresses. Or wenches, she supposed. She ordered her drink, tossed down her money and leaned on the bar, nursing her drink while she thought over her day, as she usually did.
Her day had been ruined by a particularly ugly backdrop, and an incompetent gofer who seemed chronically confused at Myshelle's insistence that the coffees she instructed him to get for her were all wrong. Did the idiot think she couldn't tell the difference between one shot of cherry syrup or two?
And then there had been...
Myshelle spun on her stool, feeling rather anxious, wanting to lash out for her mistreatment during the day. Her eyes settled on the stage for the first time, and her brain seemed to lock up and shut down. Her drink glass fell from her hand and shattered on the floor.
Her mouthed opened in a gape that was only slightly wider than the size of her eyes at the performer on stage.
"What the hell?" she said to herself, though anyone close to her could hear.
She stared in shock and bafflement at the 'stripper' on the bar's central stage. She wasn't human, that wasn't a surprise. The most surprising thing was the Myshelle was rather sure the performer didn't count as a 'she.'
Not with the two foot long equine phallus and grapefruit sizes balls between 'her' legs. Myshelle shuddered at the sight, she had no idea she'd walked into one of those 'weird' clubs.
Made even weirder by the stripper's size, well, not her size, but her build. She was as hefty as the serving wenches. Myshelle winced, trying not to lose her lunch. She couldn't believe that people came and paid to watch he-she porkers wobble their fat rolls about.
She turned and stood, preparing to dart out the door, when she found one of the wenches in her way.
"Watch we're your going, you disgusting blob!" Myshelle growled, putting a hand on the shoulder of the obese server in her way.
A latex-gloved hand gripped Myshelle's wrist and blazing emerald eyes met her own. There was something in them that immediately sent a shiver down Myshelle's spine. Only when she looked down did she notice the woman, or quite possibly 'woman' was dressed in a latex outfit, rather than a blouse and skirt. Her bright red hair hung down her back, contrasting starkly with the deep black corset, gloves, and thigh-high boots she wore.
"I... I'm sorry..." Myshelle stammered, the satyr's eyes seeming to see into her very soul.
"No, you're not." The latex-clad satyr said, "You're not sorry at all, and I think you need to learn some manners."
Myshelle scowled and tried to pull her hand away, "I'm leaving." she said, trying to walk away from the creature. Instead she found a hoof pressing down on her toes with a portion of the satyr's potential weight, enough to cause pain, but more of a hint of what was to come.
"Get off my foot you bloated hulk!" Myshelle snarled, not at all used to treatment like this.
Her words seemed to anger the satyr more. For a large, hefty individual she moved rather quickly, ducking behind Myshelle and gripping a handful of auburn hair in her gloved hand, pulling the rude patron along.
Myshelle screamed all the way as she was dragged out of the public portion of the club, literally dragged, as she couldn't walk backwards very well in her heels.
She was tossed unceremoniously into a room behind the kitchen. No wonder the place smelled like fried food, the staff of the club probably ate chunks of lard for their meals.
The model was tossed into a strange looking chair. She stood, ready to fight back, to jab her lacquered nails into satyr's eyes, but the chair made some strange clinking noises, and she found her arms and legs restrained by padded clamps.
"What the fuck are you doing, you bitch? You can't do this!" she growled, trying to break free.
The satyr grinned, grabbing something off of a shelf and forcing it into the model's mouth. The gag made it impossible for Myshelle to form words, but there was a hole in the middle, which still meant she could make loud sounds.
The satyr smiled wickedly, "Honey, Aerthen land, Aerthen rules. One rule you need to learn is to never piss off a sorceress. I can do whatever I want."
The model's protests were dimmed as the satyr attached a large, thick plastic tube to the front of the gag. Some clamps hung down from the ceiling, to which she attached to the tube at various points, to hold it up. At the top she inserted a huge metal funnel, sticking the end in the tube. It too was clamped into place.
"You think you're better than the girls and I just because you're thin, hmm?" she asked, caressing Myshelle's cheek, "Well, we're going to change that."
The satyr went to the back of the room, pressing her hand against the wall, using the force to push a board up into the ceiling. Behind it was a small safe, which she rapidly turned the dial to, inputting the combination.
The safe popped open and the heavy shemale reached in and pulled out a jewelry box containing a pendant. It sported a large, white-yellow, opaque stone on a rose gold chain.
It was fastened around Myshelle's neck. It felt strangely heavy, and almost obscenely warm.
"Now that little beauty is going to take everything that passes your stomach, and will channel it directly into body mass. It'll be slow going, but I think we can bulk you up nicely in a few days."
The satyr turned and walked to the door, leaving Myshelle to continue to struggle in the chair.
"Oh Stephanie!" the satyr called, sticking her head out the open door.
"Yes, Kora?" came the soft, sultry sounding reply from the cook.
Myshelle couldn't see anything save for lilac hair, white, tapering horns, and a pair of mint green ears with the fat satyr, Kora, apparently, in the way.
"See that she gets some good hearty food in her. Start her on milkshakes and malts." The satyr said with a chuckle.
"Yes ma'am!" the cook said, chuckling also.
Myshelle didn't understand what could be so funny, but she expected that the joke was about to be on her.
-
Myshelle was left sitting in the chair alone for several minutes, fuming in anger as she tried to free herself, get the gag out of her mouth, or at least knock that stupid plastic tube out of it.
But try as she might she couldn't budge. This had to be some sort of cruel joke, binding her up and leaving her alone for a few minutes to scare her. They wouldn't actually do anything to her, not someone as important as Myshelle.
A few minutes more passed before the door opened, but rather than Kora or horned cook, instead Myshelle found herself strapped to a chair, alone in the room with the very performer she'd insulted.
The shemale looked very cross, her pink eyebrows bent into a scowl. Myshelle couldn't believe that she hadn't noticed how... loud the creature was. First had been the bubblegum pink horsecock, next had been the rolls of fat beneath pale white skin. She hadn't had time for her mind to process the bright pink hair and tail and the equally bright, intense blue fur on the creature's lower body.
The dancer had a bucket in her hands, which was spotted with condensation. She smiled and with a cruel laugh spit into the funnel before pouring the bucketful of milkshake within.
The girl seemed content to sit and watch, as she pulled up a stool, sitting beside Myshelle.
"There's no reason to insult other people just because they're different." She said softly, almost shyly.
To Myshelle's disgust the satyr began to stroke her half-hard cock, "Mmm... it never goes all the way down anymore. I'm too horny." The satyr said with a giggle, "I love it! It's so much fun when you're dancing. When I dance good, I feel good, and when I feel good..."
She sighed happily as a thick jet of precum spurted from the flared tip of her cock, it splattered on Myshelle's arm and chest. The captive looked at the satyr with wide, frightened eyes; they couldn't possibly be planning to...
No, that would be inexcusable. When this band of kidnappers and freaks were caught and brought to justice, and they knew they would be, they wouldn't want to have charges of rape added to kidnapping and torture by... by...
Chocolate-marshmallow swirl?
The thick ice cream-based treat had begun to slowly leak down the tube, coming closer and closer to Myshelle's mouth. She'd only gotten the first taste of lighter liquid. It seemed more like a malt than a milkshake. Whatever it was, it was rather delicious.
The taste took Myshelle's attention off the satyr, who continued to stroke herself, "I just love it here, you know? Getting to dance, getting all the cock I could ever want and... mmm... Mistress Kora makes sure I feel so good when I dance. The customers love my lap dances. I get into the rhythm and I move all sexy, and sometimes... ooooh." She moaned.
"Sometimes I'll get so worked up that I cum all over the client. Oh they love that. Oh yeah, oh, OH!" she cried.
Myshelle closed her eyes and turned away, but still her face was splattered by the hose-like torrent of seed from the satyr. She shuddered, it was disgusting! The bitch had just... covered her in inhuman spunk.
The captive growled and renewed her futile struggles with the chair. It was then that the ice cream mix finally made it to her mouth. Myshelle found her mind going more away from struggling and more towards how to swallow the stuff without choking. It was taking all of her concentration to do so.
Concentration that was broken when the satyr licked her cheek. Myshelle coughed and sputtered, or at least she tried to, rather than choking, the act merely seemed to make her unable to control the muscles in her mouth and throat, resulting in a massive flow of the stuff down into her belly. The rapid flow of chilly ice cream also gave her a terrible cold headache.
Myshelle wailed her discontent at her treatment, trying to keep her head away from the satyr, who continued to lick until Myshelle's face and hair were free of spooge.
"Mmm... don't you go anywhere, cutie, I'm going to be back in a bit with your next meal." The satyr said with a giggle.
-
Myshelle wasn't exactly sure how she was managing to breathe while gulping down a mouthful of malt every second or two; it was rather difficult, and exceptionally uncomfortable.
With the gag making it impossible for Myshelle to get a perfect seal, she couldn't stop the flow of the stuff; she had to keep gulping it down. Chilly, sticky chocolate ice cream leaked from the sides of her mouth, dripping down her neck and staining her expensive silk blouse, another thing that angered Myshelle.
But she couldn't focus her anger for long, somehow every time she tried to struggle, the ice cream slid down her throat faster and faster. Her shirt had begun to feel tight around her midsection, she wondered how much she'd swallowed.
The big plastic bucket the satyr had brought in looked like your typical 5 gallon bucket. Myshelle's stomach couldn't possibly hold that much! But she'd been gulping the stuff down constantly for minutes. Maybe the thing around her neck really was enchanted after all.
Myshelle felt weird, like someone had knocked the wind out of her and she was about halfway to recovering. Her belly felt tight; did she dare look down to see what had happened?
It was at that time that there was nothing else coming into Myshelle's mouth, save for a low trickle. Her eyes widened and she looked down at her belly, finding it hideously disfigured, rounded and bloated, sticking out of her body with the presence of 5 gallons of ice cream and milk inside.
It took Myshelle a few moments to stop instinctively swallowing, accidentally gulping down several mouthfuls of air that came up in a massive, incredibly embarrassing burp. The captive model was thankful that there was no one around to have heard the sound.
Once more she was left alone with nothing to do. The mingled scents of the sticky things on her clothes made her feel weird. The mix of satyr cum and ice cream shake made her mouth water. Soon Myshelle had to start gulping to keep herself from drooling. Stupid pendant; Myshelle began to wiggle her head, trying to get the chain caught around her ear, so that she might be able to shake it off.
Though after a few tries she realized that likely the pendant was the only thing keeping her stomach from rupturing from being massively overfilled.
Myshelle sat for a long time, unsure how much time had passed, before she felt her belly... bubble. It felt like she was a water bottle with a tiny hole poked in the side, except without the leaking part, more the bubbling up part.
Turning bright red she kept burping and burping. She could feel the ice cream filling her belly moving around, being digested maybe?
All of a sudden the tiny bubbles became a huge torrent, and Myshelle couldn't help but let forth with one massive, continuous burp as the ice cream seemed to vanish into a bottomless pit.
After a few moments it was all over, though Myshelle still sported a rounded tummy, it didn't look like she was smuggling a watermelon. She sighed, hoping that this would be all the worse things would get.
As if taking a cue from her, things got worse.
Her body felt warm, unpleasantly warm. Myshelle began to sweat, water virtually pouring from her pores. Her pants felt tighter all of a sudden. Looking down at her legs, Myshelle could see them thickening, the slight slack in her jeans vanishing as they became skin tight.
Her bra similarly felt a little too constrictive, it didn't hurt, but it was uncomfortable. Myshelle prided herself on keeping her weight down to a svelte 110. What got added onto her was perhaps around ten pounds.
As soon as her body stopped swelling with the addition of fat, so too did Myshelle stop sweating; all of sudden she felt cold. She began to shiver and kept doing so until the door open, a blast of thankfully warm air from the kitchen accompanying Kora as she walked in with two buckets.
She chuckled as she looked over Myshelle, "Hmm... looks like the calorie method." She said, reaching down and giving the model's arm a bit of a pinch, "A good ten pounds, I think. We'll take things faster a bit later on, but for now I think that's a good rate."
Kora set down the buckets and pulled the tube from Myshelle's gag; she giggled and gave it a lick, grossing Myshelle as the satyr lapped at the mixture of ice cream dribbles and Myshelle's saliva.
"Now, let's get you cleaned up for your next feeding. We can't have you all sticky and uncomfortable now can we?"
Myshelle made unhappy sounds into her gag, struggling a bit at her bonds. Kora laughed and reached into one of the buckets, removing a washcloth dripping with water. With gentle care she cleaned off Myshelle's face and neck.
"Hmm, this is no good. That shirt is going to have to come off." She said.
Myshelle would've grinned if not for the gag. She would have to be removed from the chair in order for her shirt to be taken off.
The satyr began unbuttoning it, and then stroked her chin with a latex gloved hand, "Hmm... actually, I think I have a better idea."
Rather than take Myshelle out of the chair and remove her shirt, the satyr reached back behind the captive and unhooked her bra, tossing it into the bucket of water.
Rage burned on Myshelle's face, her underthings were one of a kind! That top cost more than some dumb Grimmy would make in a lifetime!
Myshelle's rage was ignored, as Kora clicked her tongue, "My my, what a messy eater you are. Sticky all the way down your breasts."
Myshelle howled as the satyr gripped her breasts and then lowered her head, running her tongue over the bare skin, her tongue stud tickling Myshelle's nipple.
"I can't wait to see what these will look like once you've bulked up." Kora said. The satyr hmmed softly, and then tweaked Myshelle's tits again, "Implants!" she burst out with a laugh, "No wonder you're so bitchy, you've got one hell of a self-image problem!"
Myshelle growled through her gag and tried to head butt her captor, who merely chuckled and gripped her head in both hands, her long tongue slipping into Myshelle's mouth.
The model tried to spit, to rid herself of the taste of the creature's saliva.
"Oh don't flatter yourself, there was a bit of ice cream left, and I have no idea what getting soap suds in your mouth will do with that pendant." Kora said, going back to washing Myshelle.
Myshelle wasn't sure what it was, something in the satyr's spit, perhaps? Enchanted lipstick? Or maybe even the strange, mouthwatering scent that wafted out of the other bucket, but a shiver went down her spine after their lips broke.
The washing done, Kora tossed the washcloth onto a pile of laundry in the corner and hefted the bucket, not noticing as Myshelle began to squirm. She felt... strange; an odd itch in her loins. The satyr hefted the bucket, and Myshelle winced, presuming that she was about to be doused.
"Oh stop it." Kora said with a snort, "I'm not going to get you all wet, yet."
She poured the soapy water into the large funnel, holding up the end of the tube, spinning the funnel around on its hooks. After a few moments she placed the tube in the bucket and let the water drain. She repeated the process a few times before dumping it out into the nearby sink. The bucket was quickly filled with new water, which was run through the feeding apparatus several times as well.
"There we go!" Kora said happily, hooking the tube back up to Myshelle's gag.
With a sinister grin she lifted the other bucket.
"This ought to be a bit more fun. The pendant prevents excretion, which makes this much more fun for all parties involved."
Rather than pour it in, Kora took the bucket over to a bench nearby. She went to a cabinet and unlocked it by uttering a few words that Myshelle couldn't hear. It was filled with strange bottles, filled with even stranger liquids. The satyr chuckled and selected a trio. She put a drop of a weird part black, part white fluid into the bucket, a carefully measured spoonful of something glowing blue, and then another carefully measured spoonful of some swirly blue-pink-purple stuff. She seemed to think about it for a moment, then laughed and poured in the entire thing. She shook the last few drops out of the bottle, and then stuck her long, dexterous tongue inside, apparently enjoying the last dregs of the bottle herself.
Myshelle found herself blushing, thinking odd thoughts at the sight of Kora performing some acrobatics with her tongue.
The satyr began to pour the mixture of unknown substance and magical potion into the funnel. It was thick, but more of a fluid than the ice cream had been.
The captive found herself a little bit curious as to what it was, its smell was absolutely delicious.
It was only a few moments before the stuff slipped into her mouth. It was rather strange, salty, but also pleasantly sweet. There were strange under-tastes that seemed to come and go, one strong, heavy, and reminding her of steak. The second even heavier, also meat-tasting. But the most common, and most delicious was a mixture of flavors, all absolutely wonderful, too many to individually pick out. While she had been trying to keep the ice cream from going down out of principle, Myshelle found herself trying to prolong this feeding for as long as she could, loving the wonderful taste. She didn't even flinch as Kora's hand stroked her cheek; she merely ignored it and continued gleefully drinking, "Well my pet, I've got business to attend to. But I trust you'll sit here and enjoy your meal. Ought to be delicious with the special potions I mixed up just for an occasion such as this."
The satyr knelt and looked Myshelle in the eye; the model returned the gaze, finding herself thinking that although incredibly heavy, Kora didn't look all that bad. Somehow the black eye liner and black lipstick meshed with the latex outfit she wore to make her look rather stunning. It seemed to have been tailored perfectly to fit every curve, every turn and fold of her body. If circumstances had been more... pleasant Myshelle would have asked who her tailor was. Since if he could make a nearly five hundred pound satyr look stunning, Myshelle could only imagine what sorts of beautiful clothes that could be designed for her. The satyr and herself were about the same size. Well, height wise, weight wise the satyr was probably four and a half times her size. So likely she could even use similar designs.
Myshelle wondered why she was thinking about fashion at a time like this, as well as wondering why she'd been having strange thoughts about Kora, what with the tongue, and now thinking she looked somewhat pretty, and the whole wanting to run her fingers through the gorgeous red hair of the satyr's head and tail.
Kora grinned, "They say you are what you eat, and with some things you consume when you wear this pendant, that turns out to literally be the case. Put a little magical focus into a few things smuggled out of a hospital and you have some interesting magical potions."
The satyr rested her head on Myshelle's shoulder, placing a hand on the captive's breast, her latex-covered thumb tracing circles over the nipple in a way that made Myshelle quiver and long for something more. "Bovine growth hormone for one. Testosterone for another. And a very liberal dose of a mixture of site-targeted testosterone and estrogen. Magic and science are so very much fun to mix, and with neat results."
Myshelle began to slow her rate of consumption even further, not to prolong the enjoyment, but rather to prevent more of the strange hormones from flooding her system.
"After all, now there's a genetic way to get proper shemales. All girly on the outside, with a delicious creamy center." She said, her studded tongue tracing over Myshelle's cheek, lapping up the rear that had began to trickle down. "You'll love it, sweetie. Now, I really have to get to work. I'll be back later to check on you. You enjoy your big bucket of horse cum now, you hear?"
Myshelle let out a sound of rage and disgust, trying her best not to swallow now. All she accomplished was sending about a tenth of what went down her throat down her front instead.
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Our laughter spilled out onto West 47th Street as we untangled ourselves from the cab and headed toward the lobby door. Water cascaded onto and off the glass ceiling above as we trundled through the street lobby and piled onto the elevator, suddenly enveloped by the trademark electronica music that the W Hotel has seeping from every speaker in the hotel.
"This is a very sexy hotel," Shani stated with a smile as she wrapped her arms around Max. He reciprocated as he enveloped her in his muscular arms and kissed her on the top of the head. They were such a great looking couple. We emerged onto the main lobby at the 7th floor and were accosted by the throbbing beat of the sound system.
"How about a nightcap?" I asked, knowing we really didn't need another, but, what the hell? The night was still relatively young. The luminescent glow of the upscale bar beckoned and we heeded.
"Sounds great," Max barked and we weaved our way to find some space at the crowded bar.
We had our last round hunkered at the corner of the bar and felt surrounded by the hip Friday night crowd in full swing. The ladies, Shani and my wife, Kristen, turned more than a few heads as they sat perched on the tall stools, long legs exposed, and Max and I smiled at one another and at our good fortune to have two hotties on our hands for the night -- and for the rest of our lives. Two MILFs at the bend of forty never looked so good. Admiring stares from much younger men, and women, confirmed that fact.
Max and I had been classmates in engineering school and hadn't seen one another as much as we used to. Max had been the only African-American member of our graduating class that year, and he had parlayed his incredible technical skills, his good looks and his uniqueness as a black man in a predominantly white profession into becoming a principal at one of the leading AE firms in Chicago.
We'd kept in touch over the years, but there had been little opportunity to reconnect. The annual convention had brought us to the Big Apple and we knew it would be a great opportunity to rekindle our friendship. While Kristen and I had met Shani a couple times before, this was the first time we had spent any real social time together and it was obvious to both of us that she was a perfect match for Max.
Max had met Shani soon after graduating and returning to Chicago. She was fresh out of law school, a stunning beauty, and one of those women you meet and know that they are something special. I hadn't seen Max smitten with too many of his girlfriends over the years, but there was no doubt that he was head over heels in love with Shani. But, then, who wouldn't have been.
Her intriguing lineage, her mother was from Kenya, her father from Egypt, gave her an exotic appearance that was quite breathtaking. She had taken off some time from her law practice to raise two kids, but was back working part-time and excited to be meshing back into her profession.
Her body was striking: she was tall and lean, but had a very ample bosom and a pronounced "booty" that moved so provocatively when she walked. Her mahogany skin and large brown eyes were beguiling. Max had corralled himself a major league beauty with brains to boot, and I could tell he was a happy man.
And Max was no slouch himself. He was an impressive physical specimen, standing at a solid 6'-2" with short hair and a very handsome sculptured face. His broad shoulders narrowed quickly to a very small waist before flaring into one of those sculpted muscular asses with high tight cheeks that only black athletes seem to possess. His thick sculpted thighs rounded off a package that had girls hitting on him from the first day I knew him. Beyond his physical good looks he was smart as a whip, well-spoken, and had a great sense of humor.
His handsome debonair charm had always been a hit with the ladies. We were forever joking about his prowess back in college, where he was never without a lithe beauty on his arm. Of course, I had seen him in the locker room a few times and I knew that, aside from good looks and smarts, he was packing some serious equipment. He used to love showing off in the shower room, his long limp cock dangling between his thick muscular thighs.
He had certainly had no shortage of beautiful young ladies of all colors attracted to him during our college days. I had often wondered who he would finally end up with as a wife. One thing I did know was that she'd have to be someone very special and extremely sexy and beautiful. Shani certainly fit the bill on all accounts.
It had been a fun night on the town, a great restaurant, lots of laughs and good conversation, and Max and Shani had a way of pulling us into their orbit. They were a gregarious, charming, intelligent couple, and their mutual sexual attraction for one another was obvious to anyone spending a little time with them. There was plenty of sexual innuendo that crept into our conversation and there was little doubt that there was a mutual attraction between us and Max and Shani. I felt Kristen squeeze my thigh a few times during the evening and I knew just what she was thinking. So was I.
Now, my wife, Kristen, is a major scorcher in her own right. She stands 5'7", has shoulder length auburn mahogany hair, a beautiful face and a body that I will never grow tired of. She doesn't look like the mother of two pre-teenage boys, and her perky breasts defy gravity. Her stiff long nipples have always been an amazement to me, and her sweet round ass is to die for. None of this physical beauty was lost on Max.
Me? I'm no slouch, myself, if I may be honest. And while genetics has robbed me of much of my hair, my body was still slim and tight. I'd always held my own with the ladies, and I'd certainly scored big time with Kristen, a fact not lost on Max.
I could tell, as the evening wore on, that Kristen was attracted to both of them, and I certainly found Shani to be incredibly sexy and attractive. And there was also no doubt that Max, who had always had a thing for Kristen, was doing his best to weave his spell on her. I could always tell when she was attracted to someone by the way she flirted, and she had said numerous times over the years that she thought Max was a sexy hunk.. Max made no attempt to hide his attraction to Kristen either, and Shani and I looked at one another several times during the night and rolled our eyes at the spectacle we were witness to. Not that I minded; I was enjoying having Shani to myself for a bit and our conversation was exhilarating and intoxicating.
So the mutual admiration club finished up our night cap and headed for the elevator. It was still too early to call it a night, so we invited Max and Shani to come up to our suite for the "final" nightcap and a little unwinding after absorbing the buzz of Manhattan. They enthusiastically agreed and we headed up to our corner suite on the 38th floor. I opened a bottle of Barolo, poured four glasses and we toasted to the wonderful evening and whatever lay ahead.
Our suite had a very hot contemporary feel to it: floor to ceiling windows, glass work table, flat screen TV, electronic music bubbling under the conversation. But the focal point of our space was the huge mirror that formed the headboard of the bed; running the width of the king size bed and from the mattress to the ceiling. An additional seven foot high mirror leaned against the wall next to the bed.
"Aren't those mirrors great?" Shani exclaimed. "We had so much fun with them last night. Might have to get those at home," she laughed.
We nodded in agreement, thinking back to our own fuck last night and the incredible views the mirrors had afforded. It was one of the reasons I had selected this hotel for our stay.
Max had taken his jacket off and rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt, his black skin contrasting sharply against the starched cotton, as he casually reclined on the sofa with his arm around Shani. She was snuggled up next to him, her legs crossed, showing a lot of smooth skin, as her red silk dress rode up her long lean thighs. The strappy black heels added a certain allure to her taut calves. Max stroked Shani's shoulder and neck as she lightly rubbed her hand on his mid thigh. There was no denying they were an evocative and beautiful couple.
Kristen stood talking to them as I turned down the hotel music and plugged in my IPod to the sound system. As I returned, I stood behind Kristen and wrapped my left arm around her waist as I raised my glass to my lips. The deep red wine settled in nicely and I pressed my semi-turgid cock against her sweet round ass. Max settled his gaze on Kristen and ogled with impunity.
"Jack, I have to say you are one lucky man there, brother. And Krissy? All I can say is he doesn't deserve you." He smiled as Shani gave him a little whack.
"Well thanks, bro. I could most definitely say the same thing to Shani. How she settled for you will be a mystery for the ages."
We smiled all around. I nestled in closer behind Kristen as she brought her hand up to touch my face and turned her head to kiss me.
"All kidding aside, friend," Max continued. "We are two lucky fucking dudes to have these beautiful brides. Two lucky fucking dudes, man," he said again as he watched my hand slide a little lower down Kristen's belly, coming to rest not too far above the rise of her mons.
"I know, man. Amen," I said as I nuzzled my lips into Kristen's neck just below her ear.
The time had come and I knew that the next few seconds would chart the course for the rest of the night, and perhaps for years to come. But I had a good feeling about it; I knew how Kristen felt without her saying a thing, and the look on Max and Shani's faces as we embraced told me everything I needed to know. I decided to take the plunge.
"Let me show you two something," I whispered.
As I pressed my now rock hard cock into Kristen's soft round ass, I reached up to the top button of her blouse and slowly undid the first one. It popped open and a little lace from her bra peaked from underneath the fabric. We both looked at Max and Shani and could see they were spellbound, staring at Kristen's breasts. I caressed her breasts lightly through her clothes, concentrating on her nipples. They protruded forth stiffly, as they always do, and I could hear Max catch his breath.
I unhooked one more button and Kristen let out an audible sigh as the lace at the top of her black bra become more visible. We looked at Max and Shani again. We could now see the evidence of Max's excitement: a huge long bulge running down the left leg of his trousers. Shani had moved her hand further up his thigh and had her hand on his fabric clad erection. They both had a look of lust in their eyes.
I undid two more buttons, then another, and Kristen's blouse fell open. I pulled the silk material apart, and gently pulled the blouse off her shoulders. She was now standing in her wraparound skirt and expensive lace bra. Max and Shani eyes were burning holes in her, watching with an insatiable lust. No words were spoken at that point; no words were needed. I ran my hands over Kristen's body. I looked at Max.
"You like, Max?"
"Fuck," was all he could reply. I heard Shani give an audible groan.
I wrapped my hands around her body and hugged her against my raging erection. Her breasts bulged at the top as I squeezed upward. She could feel my heat burning against her round butt and her hands began to roam her own body. Max was breathing a little heavier now and the outline of his long cock was unmistakable. Kristen certainly saw it and I could see her looking at it; longing to take it out of his pants and touch it, feel it, suck it.
I slipped the straps of her bra off her shoulders, the swell of her breasts bulged above the cup of her lace bra. Max had now reached over to lower the spaghetti straps of Shani's dress. She had her hand firmly wrapped around Max's cock now and was moving her hand back and forth. The length and girth of his erection had us both locked in. Could it really be that big? Max moaned as he watched Kristen.
I slowly slid the cup of her bra down and her nipples suddenly poked over the top. I heard Max gasp and saw Shani put her hand between her legs, her dress pulling higher up on her long smooth brown thighs. I reached both hands around and rubbed Kristen's long nipples between my thumbs and forefingers.
"Are these delectable, or what?" I asked to no one in particular.
I licked my fingers and gently glided my fingers over the fully erect tips. They stood out long and proud; begging to be sucked. I unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor. I whispered in her ear.
"God, you're beautiful, baby."
I reached down and unsnapped the clasp holding Kristen's skirt in place. In one motion it unwrapped and fell to the floor; totally exposing her body in a matter of seconds.
"Holy shit," I heard Shani exclaim. Max was breathing heavy as Shani squeezed his cock through his pants; her dress now hiked up to the top of her thighs.
Kristen now stood in panties and heels, her nipples long and hard; standing stiffly on her lovely upturned breasts. I cupped them and held them out for Max and Shani to admire.
"She loves to have these sucked," I stated in a whisper.
Shani's large breasts were practically overflowing her low cut dress and looked like they were ready to explode from their confinement. She had both hands on Max's cock now and looked over at us to say something.
"Max looks very uncomfortable right now," she said looking straight at us both. "This bad boy just goes in any direction it happens to be pointing. I think I need to make him more comfortable. Don't you?" she asked with a sexy, impish grin.
The ultimate rhetorical question. My hands slid down Kristen's stomach and over her silk covered mound. She reached back to stroke my cock, now hard as a freaking rock. I cupped her mons and could already feel the heat and moisture emanating from her pussy. Shani unbuckled Max's belt and slowly unzipped his trousers. Max couldn't take his eyes off Kristen's succulent breasts and he watched with interest as I began to rub her pussy. Kristen moaned softly as we watched Shani slowly and teasingly unveil Max's monster.
She reached into Max's pants and slowly, and with some difficulty, pulled Max's cock out. We both gasped as it suddenly stood hard and proud against the shirt tails of his white cotton shirt. It was long and thick; heavily veined and black as the night. It had to be a solid nine inches and his hairless balls were tucked into a tight round sack just below his groin. Shani displayed it proudly and barely grazed her fingers over its length. It twitched under her delicate touch.
"Holy shit, Max," I said with admiration in my voice. "You are packing some serious heat there, bro."
Shani smiled and looked at Kristen. My right hand tucked in under the elastic of her panties and slid down low. She was completely soaked as my finger gently touched her clit. Shani looked at us both, smiled lasciviously and slowly lowered her mouth to Max's cock. She stuck her tongue out and gently licked the head, twirling her tongue around the bulbous crown. Max groaned and pulled on the top of Shani's dress, allowing her lovely breasts to finally fall free. I lowered Kristen's panties over her hips and slipped them down her long legs. Her tight little pussy glistened for Max and Shani's gaze. Max looked at her with lowered lids.
"You are gorgeous, Krissy," Max said. "Fucking gorgeous, girl. Fuck."
Kristen smiled as she turned to face me. Her hands went to my belt and began to unbuckle me. Now Max could see her luscious round ass and I heard him moan from the combination of Shani's mouth and the sight of Kristen's scrumptious white butt cheeks. I reached behind and grabbed her ass in my hands. I pulled her cheeks apart so Max and Shani could see the gorgeous rosebud of her asshole and the full lips of her furled labia. I gave her ass a little slap. It jiggled provocatively.
"Jesus," I heard Max mutter under his breath.
We could now hear the slurp of Shani's sucking as she bobbed her head up and down on Max's cock, only able to take half of his huge package into her mouth. Kristen unzipped my pants and reached in for my cock. I could tell how incredibly turned on she was by her rapid breathing and we kissed deeply, tongues swirling. I whispered into her ear.
"I want to watch you fuck him, Krissy. I want to see his black cock slide ALL the way into your cunt, baby. We'll both fuck you, babe. Maybe Shani can help and we'll fill all your holes."
Kristen moaned her approval into my mouth as she pushed my pants down. I turned her around so she could see Max and Shani again. Shani was now kneeling on the sofa and driving down on Max's cock while her hand was wrapped around his base, following up and down with her mouth. She pulled off with a wet popping sound and looked over.
"Hey, Krissy. You want a taste of my man, baby? Maybe I can taste yours" she cooed as she stroked the length of Max's mammoth cock
Kristen was too stunned and excited to reply. Shani looked at her again as she stroked Max's cock. It was fucking huge, thick and black, and the site of Shani's tiny hand wrapped around it gave its sheer girth the scale it deserved. Even I was in awe at the beauty of his hard cock. I knew any woman would melt at the sight of it.
"Come on, Krissy. Come taste some of my chocolate, baby," Shani purred. "I know he wants you."
"That," Krissy cooed, "would be my pleasure."
Shani pulled off Max's loafers and socks as he pulled down his pants. He now only had on his white shirt, and his muscular legs and huge cock were too much for Kristen to resist. She walked over slowly and I watched that sweet ass of hers sway as she approached. Shani moved aside as Kristen knelt down between his legs. I watched in awe as she wrapped her hands around Max's cock and slowly brought it to her lips. Max smiled as he put his hand on her head and guided her down.
"Oh yeah. Suck me Krissy. Suck my cock, baby."
Shani smiled at the scene and looked over at me.
"You look awful lonely, Jack. Like maybe you need some company?" she stated, while leering at my fully engorged dick.
I sat down on the other sofa as I took off the rest of my clothes.
"And you've still got clothes on, Shani. I think I can help you with that," I said, as I leaned forward to welcome her into my arms.
She smiled, stood up and came over to stand in front of me. I couldn't wait to get my hands on her. While Kristen continued to suck on Max's cock, I undressed Shani, taking my time. Her breasts were already free and I cupped them and felt their soft buoyancy. Her nipples were large and just barely darker than her chocolate skin. I lifted one up to my mouth and sucked. She responded immediately.
"My nipples are very sensitive, Jack."
As I sucked softly I pulled her dress down, exposing a bright red thong that cupped the bulging mound of her pubis. I slipped it down and off, and she stepped out in all her glory. Her pussy was shaved, but for a tuft of curly black pubic hair, and her labia was pronounced and fleshy. I reached behind to cup her cheeks and moaned as I touched the fullest softest ass. She got down on her knees and took my rigid pole into her mouth. Her full red lips felt so soft against the rigid stiffness of my flesh.
I could now see Kristen again. She had moved up to the sofa, kneeling sideways to Max, but still choking on his thick cock. From this position Max could reach behind and touch her and I saw his big black finger deep inside her pussy. I could also see the insides of her thighs; they were drenched from her juices, overflowing with excitement. Max caught my eye as Kristen and Shani sucked our dicks.
"This girl sucks a mean cock, bro. Damn."
"I could say the same. Ahhhh."
Suddenly Shani took me deep; taking my entire shaft into her mouth and wiggling her mouth back and forth. I groaned with pleasure. She began to suck like there was no tomorrow and spent plenty of time sucking and licking my balls. I lay back and closed my eyes in ecstasy, and when I opened them again, I could see that Max now had Kristen sitting on the sofa, legs spread, as he kneeled between her legs and dove into her pussy with his big fleshy mouth. As his pursed lips and tongue began to work on her, I could see her squirm with delight, lifting her hips up to meet his oral assault, and finally placing her legs up over his shoulder and resting her feet on his back. Shani stopped for a moment and took in the view as well. She looked up at me as she gently stroked my cock.
"He's always had a thing for Krissy, you know. I know he was hoping, we were both hoping, that this might happen."
She glanced over at him, on his knees, his large hands under Kristen's ass, lifting her sex up to his mouth to feast on her wet gaping cunt. His huge cock hung between his legs; his immense ball sack tucked up tight just below his muscular ass. It really was an amazingly erotic sight, I have to say. And to know that his tongue was deep inside my wife was driving me crazy with desire. I watched her eyes clench in ecstasy as he worked his big lips on her engorged labia. Shani turned to me and stroked my cock.
"Maybe we should wander over there and join the party," she purred. I didn't answer; just stood up and pulled her with me. She knelt down behind Max and grabbed his cock and pulled it straight down. She looked up at me as she gently rubbed it.
"Isn't this thing amazing?" she asked, already knowing the answer. "It's almost too much cock for one girl to handle," she jested. "I'm always happy to share it with the right woman," she smiled. She looked up at Kristen and then smiled back at me. "Krissy is going to love this dick, as you will soon see," she said with a lascivious smile.
"I couldn't agree with you more," I said, as I circled around Max, who was so intent on eating Kristen's pussy, he hadn't heard a word we were saying. I kneeled down next to Kristen on the sofa and kissed her. She kissed me back with a mad passion that told me just how turned on she was. I looked down at Max, his large lips covered her entire sex and his long pink tongue worked her clit like a pro. The slurpy sounds of his cunnilingus showed his appreciation for Kristen's lovely cunt. I could see his fingers working on her madly; one deep in your asshole.
"I think she likes you, Max," I said; perhaps the understatement of the century. "Just so you know, and if you can hear me there Max -- she loves to have her neck licked and kissed. Her calves are very, very sensitive; so are her nipples. You have a lot left to explore, my man. Oh, and just so you know, she loves to be tied up and fucked, Max. Oh, and one more thing: she loves to swallow."
I heard Kristen moan loudly as I licked her neck, Max ate her pussy, and Shani worked on Max. I saw her lie down on her back and slip her head under Max's cock, taking it into her mouth, directly below him. Max pulled away and looked up at Kristen; total lust in his eyes.
Max has been between her legs for awhile and he turned to spend some time with his wife. As Max and Shani began to kiss and grope, Kristen and I began to fuck. I sat on the couch, she mounted me and impaled herself on me, so turned on and wet. Max and Shani also began to fuck, but Kristen couldn't see them since she was facing me. So I flipped her around and she quickly guided my cock back into her dripping cunt. Now we were watching Max fuck Shani, absolutely pummel her with his cock, his muscular ass clenching tightly with each long thrust. We were so turned on watching them, Kristen was bouncing up and down on my shaft and rubbing her clit furiously.
I whispered in her ear that I wanted to fuck her in the ass and she pulled up and off, grabbed my erection and guided it to her asshole. I slipped in, inch by inch and now her wet gaping cunt was spread for Max and Shani to see. As he was driving into her he looked over and saw my cock in Kristen's ass and her legs wide open. She spread her pussy for him and rubbed her wet fleshy pinkness. He smiled, slowed down, and Shani opened her eyes to look over. They liked what they saw and decided to crawl over and join us.
My legs were spread and Kristen's were spread wider. My cock was totally inserted in her ass, but I didn't move. I felt like a huge human buttplug. Shani crawled between our legs, and began to lick Kristen's pussy. Her big tongue and huge moist lips were like magic on her clit. I licked Kristen's neck and nibbled on her ear, talking dirty and telling her everything that was happening and going to happen to her. Max stood watching, smiling, his big cock dangling between his muscular thighs. Kristen looked at him hungrily, wanting him to fill her to the brim. Finally he climbed up on the couch, straddled us standing and positioned himself so his cock was at her open mouth. She gingerly wrapped her delicate hands around his girth and guided it toward her mouth.
"Yeah, Krissy. Open wide, baby, and suck his cock. Max wants your mouth, Krissy. Take him deep, babe," I whispered in her ear as I stroked her neck.
I moved my cock slightly, in and out, just so she knew I was still deep inside her; my cock totally ensconced in her ass. Shani was licking with abandon and put one, then two, then three fingers in Kristen's cunt; curling them up to caress her G spot while her expert tongue worked Kristen's clit. Shani massaged my balls below, knowing I needed a little attention as the low man on this totem pole, and she occasionally gave my balls a lick before returning to Kristen's dripping cunt. Kristen took Max's cock in her mouth, one hand wrapped around his girth, the other massaging his giant ball sack. She licked the bulbous head, swirled her tongue around the tip, then opened wide and took him as deep as she could. I continued to talk into her ear, my face inches away from her blowjob, watching her hungrily suck my friend's huge cock. Such a hot sight to see Max throat fuck her, hearing her gag on his prick and moan with pleasure, listening to the wet slurpy sounds Shani was making down below, as I encouraged Kristen and Max with my words.
"My cock is deep in her ass, Max. And Shani is eating Kristen's pussy and finger fucking her to beat the band. Krissy loves cum, Max. So she can't talk right now because your cock is so far down her throat. But if she could talk, Max, she'd be telling you to shoot your load deep into her mouth. She loves cum, Max -- craves it -- and she's going to swallow every fucking drop, man."
Suddenly, with our four bodies working in unison, we reached a crescendo. I could tell Max was close to coming; Kristen could tell too, as she doubled her efforts, craving his cum. Her holes were filled; my cock was in her ass, Shani's hand in her cunt, Max's huge cock in her mouth. We were all grunting and groaning, bodies slapping together. Then Max let out a cry.
"Oh fuck, Krissy! Here it comes baby. Here it... Ahhhh"
And with that Max exploded the biggest load of cum she'd ever had erupt into her mouth. After several spasms he pulled out and continued to spurt gobs of cum on her face. His white semen was dripping out of her mouth and onto her breasts; cum all over her face and chin. And then suddenly Kristen felt her own orgasm welling up. Shani was banging her with her hand as she sucked on her clit, my cock was buried in Kristen's deepest recesses, and the sight of Max's cock pulsating and throbbing sent her over the edge. I could feel the spasms on my cock as her ass squeezed my shaft, and I finally let my own load go deep in her ass. Shani could feel Kristen pulsing over and over again on her hand as her dripping cunt spread juice all over Shani's beautiful face. I whispered in Kristen's ear.
"You're the best, Krissy. You're the best."
As we recuperated from round one, Max suggested we move to the large king size bed. There was no argument from anyone, and as I kissed Kristen deep, I whispered in your ear.
"You okay baby?"
She didn't answer; just looked at me with a look of unbridled desire and lust. I had my answer. We all rambled over to the bed and jumped on like kids at a slumber party; all of us turning to look at the mirror at the same time.
"Wow. Our foursome has just turned into an eightsome," I joked.
Everyone laughed. It was an incredible sight: two couples, one dark-skinned, one light skinned, ready to mix it up in a panoply of pleasure. I could see Kristen and Max were not done with one another yet, so I turned my attention to Shani. Kristen kneeled on the bed and faced the mirror; Max's huge black form dominated her from the rear. I watched in the mirror as his black hands encircled her body, squeezing her breasts, tweaking her nipples, as his hands slowly slid lower and lower on her body until his huge hand cupped her still moist pussy mound. Kristen was squirming with excitement as his finger entered her and his big lips found her neck and ear.
Meanwhile Shani crawled up to lay on the pillow and I knelt between her legs. She played with her pussy for me and opened up her lips with her fingers; exposing the pink wet flesh of her pussy, glistening in the soft light. I leaned over to kiss her on the lips, and traced my way down her body, over her sumptuous breasts, heading south to the Promised Land; Kristen's moans serving as my soundtrack. I could tell that Max was touching all the right buttons and relished the thought that I was going to get to watch him fuck her.
He turned Kristen over onto her back and his large black body hovered over her slender white frame. His huge cock hung stiffly under him, grazing her belly, as he leaned down to kiss her. I watched Kristen clutch his cock and pull him toward her wetness. He eased his big dick toward her lips; open, wet and waiting for his penetration. I watched in awe as he slipped into her, his girth stretching her pussy. Shani and I watched together; clutching one another.
"Oh, Jack, baby. She is in for the ride of her life." Shani exclaimed.
I dove into Shani's pussy with a vengeance. She grabbed my head and pulled me between her legs, grinding her cunt into my face and lashing tongue. She talked to me and encouraged me; my slurping assault mixed with Kristen's moans from just a few feet away. I don't know that I've ever been so turned on, imbibing in my favorite activity in the world with a gorgeous woman while my wife was within reach, finding ecstasy from the fuck of one of my dear old friends. We would be talking about this adventure for years to come.
I could tell my tongue was having the desired effect, as Shani bucked her hips and ground her cunt into my mouth. My eyes darted from this grinding chocolate beauty to Kristen, as Max began to slide into her and I saw her eyes roll back in her head. The overall sensual and visual stimulation was almost too much to comprehend.
In no time Max built up speed, his muscular black frame suspended above Kristen's slender body, as his hips slammed into her with a growing need and speed. Her hands grasped his tight ass as she tried to force him to fuck her deeper. Shani saw me watching and leaned up to kiss me.
"Let's go help him fuck Krissy, Jack," she said with a smile.
I jumped up and around to the other side of Max and leaned in so Kristen could take my cock in her mouth. She looked up at me for an instant, closed her eyes again and latched on to my stiff dick. Shani moved behind Max and used her hands on both of them. I saw her stick one finger into Kristen's ass, underneath Max's pumping dick, and the other she stuck hard into Max's ass, the better to spur him on. Max grunted his approval and began to fuck Kristen with all the speed and strength he could muster. Shani started talking dirty.
"Yea, Max. Fuck Krissy! Fuck her hard baby. Oh, she's loving your big black dick fucking her white pussy. Pump her baby! Slam that big old boy deep into her cunt!"
Max reared back and began to fuck Kristen with a ferocity that was almost hard to imagine. While she wanted to suck my dick, the pleasure she was receiving from his pounding was too much to ignore. I leaned down to whisper in her ear; tell her how much I loved watching Max fuck her; how beautiful she was. I could tell she was about to cum. I was talking, Shani was talking, Max was fucking to beat the band, and then, suddenly, I saw that look she gets and watched as her mouth opened in a silent scream and waves of spasms rippled through her gorgeous body. Her head was thrown back as she convulsed and shook with an internal rhythm and pulse.
As her long orgasm subsided, Max withdrew his cock, glistening with her juices, stroked it twice and uncorked the second biggest load of cum I think I have ever seen. Spurt after spurt of thick white cream exploded out of his giant prick and landed in ropes of cum all over Kristen's face and body. He kept pumping, his brow furrowed in an expression of ecstasy, as he blew his wad all over her sweet body.
It was an incredible sight. We all took a breath and laughed.
"Holy shit, bro. You're gonna be a hard act to follow."
Max smiled and crawled up to Kristen's head on the pillow and fed her his still hard dick. She lovingly took the tip into her mouth so she could taste herself on his cock. Shani crawled between her legs to lick her pussy and lick up Max's cum, now dripping out of Kristen's pussy. I slid behind Shani and slipped my dick into her pussy from behind. As I began to fuck her, Kristen could feel my thrusting through Shani's mouth. As I looked in the mirror, I smiled at the site of our train.
We spent the next hour smoothly moving effortlessly from one position to another. We watched Max and Shani fuck at one point, and they watched us. Max and I each enjoyed the undivided attention of both of the women, and numerous times the four of us moved into some creative position where everyone was involved. It was pure and unadulterated magic.
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I groggily wake in the dark to find someone spooning against me. At first I think it's my wife, but the skin feels so much hairier than any woman I've ever fucked, and underneath I feel lean hard muscles rather than her soft curves padded with feminine plumpness, and then you cuddle closer and your cock, semi-hard from the jolt of testosterone all men get in the early morning, nestles against my butt cheeks.
Oh shit, I think, my mind and heart racing from a surge of adrenaline. How late is it? How the fuck am I going to explain to my wife not coming home from the alleged boy's night out that was my cover story?
"Gotta go." I try to roll out of bed.
You hold me tighter. "Not yet. Got some ... business ... to take care of." Your cock is getting stiffer, and it starts pressing between my cheeks, sliding easily from the residual lube from when you fucked me earlier.
"My wife is gonna kill me."
"Fuck her," you say, but from the pressure you're starting to exert as your stiffened cockhead contacts my sore asshole and tries to push inside, it's clear it's not her you want to fuck.
"Dammit, stop." I clench my burning ring tight to ward off your cock. I try to squirm free. But your strong muscles are turning me, pushing me flat on my belly on your soft bed. Your legs are between mine and forcing them apart, and now you're grabbing a fistful of my long hair to further take control, pushing my head against the pillow while the weight of your body presses your skin hotly against my back. Your cockhead strains against my clenched ring, and you start bucking for entry.
Are you raping me, I groggily wonder. Or are you taking my no as some kind of roleplay, feigning reluctance? I guess I need to be more insistent to get you to stop.
Your cockhead pulls off me, to my relief, but then I feel the coolness of lube squirting on my hot and aching hole, and you resume trying to fuck me.
"Please ..." I say, intending to add a "stop", but that gets cut off as my asshole explodes in pain as the extra slickness of the lube allows your cockhead to shove past the shreds of my resistence, and your shaft slides in a inch or so.
"Yes," you say, grunting as you start thrusting in and out, deeper with each stroke, your shaft making that fucking sound with each downstroke as it pistons into my slippery ass walls, like this: fck frck dlk fck. "That's so hot. Say please again."
I want to say no. I want to say please. I want to say yes. But all I can get out is a squeaky "Unh ... ohh ... urh" as you knock the air out of my lungs with each thrust and you jackhammer into me balls deep, your firm lower belly slapping against my ass cheeks.
I finally manage to grunt out between thrusts, "Please. Don't. Fuck. Me. Like. This."
You stop fucking, though your cock is still deep inside. "OK."
You grab my left leg, jam it toward my chest, roll me over onto my back, and grab both of my ankles and place my heels on your shoulders, all in one fluid deft maneuver, your cockhead still inside me. I'm still completely in your control, but now in missionary position.
Phrasing, I think as you resume fucking me. I really need to work on phrasing.
Your handsome eyes stare into mine, and I'm kinda pissed off at the arguably-not-quite-rape-due-to-communication-fail, and I'm worried about the fallout when I go home to my wife, and I'm hurting from you slamming into my already well used ass, but admit it, I'm also turned on despite myself by the roughness, enjoying being dominated and letting you take control.
Fuck it. Quickest way out of here is to make you cum.
So I slide my heels from your shoulders down to the small of your back and wrap my legs around you, my heels pressing down with each of your thrusts, forcing you all the way inside, urging you to give me your cum. I drape my arms around your neck, and give you a loving look, a wanting it look, like I'm your wife and I'm willingly giving my body to you to satisfy my husband's lusts, not daring to say it out loud but it feels so good to embrace the moment.
You lean down and give me an electric kiss, lingering, while your body slams even harder into me, and my lips are muffling the sounds of you cumming - cumming hard - spurting inside me.
When you're spent, you lay on top of me, gasping for breath, taking most of the weight with your arms, my arms and legs still wrapped around you. The weight of your body on mine is comforting. I think of telling you about the wife fantasy, but shy away. I think of telling you about the near rape thing.
I settle on this:
I whisper in your ear: "We gotta work on communication. Get a fucking safe word or something."
You murmur sleepily, "Hmm?"
"I get how no can mean yes, but ..."
Your eyes open, a worried crease sliding onto your forehead. "Oh. Shit."
I think of how to say it.
"Did I ..."
I lean in and give you a gentle kiss. "No. No. That was kinda on me. I just ... I gotta get home to my ..."
"Lemme make it up to you first." You start kissing your way south, and I think of saying no, no time, but there's been too many "no"s already, and then your lips wrap around my cockhead for the first time, your first time reciprocating, and oh, it's so much better than the blowjobs my wife gives, and I murmur "Yes, oh god yes" just so there's no ambiguity, and you start taking some of my shaft as I harden in your mouth and I grab your hair and fuck your face, my hips rising up to finally take my pleasure too ..
After, still no hint of dawn in the black night sky, I drive home along nearly deserted streets to meet my wife's worry or fury or passive aggressiveness, or, knowing her, all of the above and more. The powerful engine in my car murmers an almost inaudible growl as I cruise through the darkness, your cum in my ass and a bit of my own cum on my lips from when you gently kissed me goodbye, and I can face whatever is next because I'll always get to remember these moments, get to remember the lust and surrender as I let you fuck me hard ... | How You Seduced Me Ch. 04 | [
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*Author's Note:
Not one to apologise for where my stories go or how, I intended to keep this as a short and sweet sequel to a spur of the moment story. Yes, you've read it all before, but I enjoy expressing my baser instincts. Here goes...
*
1
The sun-drenched city bustled on in blinding streaks and shadows. Hazy blue and warmer now, the first day of Spring too late but welcome all the same. That blissfully abused feeling hadn't left him yet, and in fact he could still feel Danny's hands and strong arms all over him.
Jamie longed to be held in a way he could not want from Danny. But off he went back into his own reality, off down the rabbit hole into the weary trance of those post-hump day blues where the weekend could not come quick enough.
Employment beckoned!
Danny and Jamie still didn't know each other so well, but they knew each other's bodies. Faster becoming friends, friends with benefits and without sexuality's boundaries, though where it would lead neither knew.
Jamie basked in the sun and in the memory of last night, and this morning, where they lovingly and hungrily sucked each other's hard cocks to climax. And they had touched and kissed tenderly like lovers, before and after.
Jesus, how could a straight guy - okay, a closet bisexual - make him feel this way?
Jamie felt truly gay, and the irony was not lost on him. He'd felt his way around numerous men and boys and fallen deep into his own sexual identity long ago, but Danny...
It was all good fun, and it was harmless. They had not technically had sex, but they had made each other feel so good. And maybe what they shared would go further in the near future.
But neither really knew!
Jamie worked the whole Friday with a smile plastered across his face. He didn't have to say anything for the barmaids to guess that he'd gotten some. By the way he behaved too they might have wondered if the new boy was something special.
2
'There's something different about you today,' Danny's supervisor noted with fascination. 'You finally catch up on the last ten years of sleep?' Ralph, the old cherub, was the first to laugh at his own joke. Danny laughed along as he necked his coffee.
'So what's her name?'
'Huh?' Danny did not betray even a hint as he made the connection.
'You don't fool me, lad,' Ralph grinned, his face a tight ball of childish red-faced mirth. 'I know that look... I know that look...'
Danny laughed harder. 'Fuck off, Ralph, worry about your own dick.' Just making banter!
Laughing along, Ralph disappeared into the office, thanking god that it was Friday, even though he hadn't had a Friday to himself since Top of the Pops was still a thing.
One last thing, and Danny knew he didn't have to. It was vital, even with the women, not to appear too grateful or eager. He left a note for Jamie, knowing that he'd be busy until later, and then set off to get on with the cover shift he so desperately did not need.
'We can definitely do that again sometime,' he had typed and even put a kiss on the end.
3
For the next five days work was torture for everybody. The races and two major football games all crammed into the space of one week, Danny pulling almost sixty hours, forty eight of those dealing with one seriously hazardous schizophrenia patient.
But over several of those days he and Jamie kept in touch, shooting the breeze by phone briefly one night, and then the next getting pretty bold by text.
'So you want to do that again, do you?' Jamie got around to asking on the Tuesday evening. Danny was gratefully off-duty and off his feet for the next four days.
'You have no idea how good that felt,' Danny dared to lay bare.
'Don't I?' came complete with a cheeky little wink.
'Seriously, when you sucked my cock I swear I never felt pussy like it!'
Jamie was all smiles at that. 'You still have no idea what you did to me.'
'No?' Colour him intrigued - it was blatant that Jamie liked Danny enough these things to have happened. It was blatant that he'd planned on them all along, which was why it was such a surprise that Danny had made the first real move and got him into bed.
But what did Danny do to him that was so special?
'I want you,' he confessed, plain and simple. 'Let's leave it at that.'
Whoa, Danny thought. Could you drop a bombshell like that and then expect it to be ignored? How did Jamie want him exactly? Exhausted as he was, he wasn't so fucked that he couldn't hold up his end.
'Really?' Danny posted a smiley face of his own. 'Want me like how?'
'Next question - have you ever done anal?'
'With a girl, yeah,' Danny replied in quick time. 'What was wrong with my question?'
If Jamie didn't answer him the second time, he would leave it. No pressure - maybe he was too shy to say what he felt, even though if he wanted something serious, that wasn't going to work for him.
'Do you like it?' Jamie prodded.
'Ehhh, it can be amazing or terrible,' Danny weighed the pros and cons.
'It can definitely be amazing,' Jamie snuck in,
'Too many girls don't get the importance of cleanliness, or actually know how, though,' Danny went on. 'Why do you ask?'
'Just, you're open to lads and yet you claim you've never gone there...'
Not the answer he was expecting but; 'It's the god's honest truth!'
'Sure,' Jamie replied, winking excessively. 'There's nothing wrong with it...'
'Never said there was.'
'So when will you be recovered?'
'Probably day after tomorrow,' Danny supposed wearily. He just knew that if he tried his luck, he'd wake up tomorrow feeling like he'd been hit by a truck.
'Well let me know when you want to do something,' Jamie concluded. 'I'll be around.' But then; 'Watching anything worthwhile tonight?'
'Might get into some anal on the PornHub now that you mention it,' Danny teased, or was he hinting that he was in on Jamie's subliminal suggestions?
'Straight anal though?'
'Might be open to suggestions if you know your stuff...'
4
Jamie awoke at 11pm two days later to a ringing phone. Please, god, please do not let it be work, he begged from the depths of his soul. Winking one eye open to the day's bright grey overcast, relief overcame him as he scanned his phone screen, and then so did another welcome feeling.
'Hello?'
'Did I just wake you?' Danny asked. He figured it out for himself while Jamie laughed off his embarrassment. 'You lazy bastard.'
'So what? I put the work in. I deserve to sleep if that's what I want to do!'
Danny laughed to himself. 'Fair enough,' he dismissed. 'Hey I'm in town just looking around. I don't suppose you want to meet up?'
'Oh, right now?' He thought about it not too long. 'Do you want to come round?'
'That depends if I'm walking into some kind of freaky sex dungeon,' Danny hesitated, but not really.
'Maybe...'
Half an hour later Danny was on his doorstep and Jamie was a hot mess, unlike his spotless place. He looked cute with his scruffy bed-head and with nothing on but his boxer briefs - so much that the moment he closed the door behind them, Danny made his intentions clear.
5
Danny had two fistfuls of KY Jelly and Jamie's shorts were no longer with them. With one hand wrapped competently around Jamie's stiff cock, two fingers sloshed around inside of him, milking his prostate. All the while he sat spread-eagled before Danny on a towel at the end of the bed, squirming - mouth agape and breathing raggedly - and shuddering as the feeling built and built!
'Ahhhh,' he gasped as Danny's fingers curled upward and stroked and stroked. He couldn't hold his position anymore. Jamie had to lie down. Intuitively, Danny who was very, very new to this, and had gone so far on Jamie's own instructions, closed the distance and used his free hand to pin back one of Jamie's thighs against his chest.
'You have no idea,' was all Jamie managed to say before the moans would make him intelligible. 'You have no idea what that...'
'Honestly you look sexy as fuck right now,' Danny breathed deeply. If anything Jamie could say right now, it'd have been that Danny's cock would have been a perfect replacement for his fingers.
Instead he let the moment be what it was. It was already an incredibly erotic experience and a complete shock to the system that he'd seduced Danny into going this far. When he shot off like a geyser of sweet young spunk, that was something else to behold. Danny hadn't seen so much since the very first hand-job he'd given himself.
6
'That was...'
Fuck, what were the words? In fact what were words anymore?
'That was just wow!'
'I haven't had an orgasm that strong in fucking ages,' Jamie said as he dreamily smiled away. 'Thanks for that.'
Danny stifled a laugh, took a sip of tea. 'Well thank you,' he replied in kind, the ghost of Jamie's wet lips, tongue, and throat still haunting his flaccid cock and balls in the best way. 'You know I've done more with you now than any other lad...'
'No you haven't.' Jamie didn't believe that for a second.
'I mean I've done things more times with you,' Danny clarified, looking back. 'That's three times. The other few were random.'
Now Jamie paid more attention, becoming engrossed in Danny's little confession. What else could he learn? He rolled onto his side and rested his head in one hand, beaming at Danny.
'And well, technically yes I've done more with you,' Danny went on. 'I've never been up a guy like that before. Not even close!'
'Would you do it again?'
'For you,' Danny admitted without hesitation, and he was grinning. Jamie blushed hard. 'So that reminds me of something,' he added.
'Mm-hmm?'
'That thing you said about wanting me.'
'Err... yes?' Jamie was shying away now, grinning from ear to ear just like Danny.
'Did you get what you wanted then?'
'Hmmm,' Jamie hummed and drew it out longer than was acceptable, before he rolled onto his face to stifle his laughter. 'Close.'
'I didn't quite get that,' Danny apprehended, hearing only Jamie's muffled voice.
'Close,' Jamie said clearly, but now avoided eye contact as he continued to blush rose-red.
'How do you want me?'
There it was, the moment of truth. It was make or break, or was there a third option. Jamie wanted - no, needed - that third option. 'I'll tell you when the time is right.'
Against his better judgement, Danny chose to trust him. He just didn't want to break his heart. Of course, no matter Jamie's shyness and his tendency to come across like a cheerleader with a crush, Danny might actually rest assure that the rules were still the same.
Gay kids didn't fall in love with straight ones, and least of all the bi ones, and because they knew that the chances were a million to one that they would bend to become the exception. And generally speaking, the rules of nature would simply change to suit them either. For now he was sure that they both just wanted to enjoy their unique thing.
7
That week had been different to the last, when they had given into their desires. In getting to know each other, there had always been a measure of inebriation involved. The night they ended up playing in Danny's bed, they had been a little high too.
The next morning had been different. Never in his life had Danny shared oral sex with another male while sober, but with Jamie it seemed okay. It was more than okay, in fact. There was a delicious sense of wrongness and uncertainty to their morning sexual activity that awoke something in him.
He may have been more straight than bisexual. He was not gay and in the closet, though he kept this part of himself to himself. But with Jamie he couldn't deny the attraction, the chemistry, and the quickening depth of their friendship.
It was not love in the sense that he knew, but they were bonding in a way that was more than sexual and as much as he couldn't put his finger on it, he loved it too much to be afraid.
Then on that day in town, Danny had performed a series of sexual acts on Jamie - things that he never would have imagined doing, and enjoying, whilst stone cold sober. When he got home that evening he couldn't stop touching himself, not even after a cooling shower.
Later the next night he asked to call Jamie, and they talked about their friendship, the things they'd done with each other, and the feelings it all evoked. And then he told Jamie how constantly aroused he had become.
At least with a woman, he thought, there was a natural conclusion that he understood instinctually. He now found himself wishing that Jamie was a woman. And if Jamie could ever have been that, he'd have loved the shit out of her, recklessly and passionately.
'You're not doing anything tomorrow are you?' Jamie intuited. In fact he wasn't. Jamie decided that maybe now was time to take the plunge, or at least partly so. 'I'm not in work either. I was thinking I'd like to come around and explain what I meant...'
When he said he wanted me, Danny recalled. 'But?' Danny relayed, and then quickly added; 'You can still come around...'
'But... I figured I might need to prepare you for it rather than look like I'm trying to force you,' Jamie said seriously.
'Oh my god, are you gay?' Danny joked. 'I had an idea, but...'
'Funny! I just really...' Jamie snarled like a dog, and the funniest thing was that it wasn't even uncharacteristic of him. 'God please, have sex with me,' he pleaded with all his heart. 'That is how much I want you. Don't look too deep into it. I just want it to go that way so much.'
Silence...
Ear-pounding, brain-wracking, horrid palpable silence...
'I'd actually love to,' Danny finally replied on a whim, terrifying himself with how excited he now was. And that silence returned.
'I'll see you tomorrow then,' Jamie concluded. 'I'll come to you.'
8
This is the way the world ends,
This is the way the world ends,
This is the way the world ends;
Not with a bang, but with a kiss!
Jamie approaches Danny's flat with a familiar feeling in his gut and with a hunger that aches in a lower place, and in a way he has never been able to describe. He feels clean deep inside, and in a way that makes him feel sexy in a way which nothing else is comparable - clean and ready to be made filthy again.
He rings the buzzer and announces himself and the door is unlocked, and then stepping inside, he's met by Danny, wearing a t-shirt and a loose-fitting pair of cotton sweatpants and possibly nothing else underneath, judging by his expectant bulge.
Danny invites him in with a knowing smile and closes the door behind them, and if he's nervous then he's hiding it incredibly well. Proving that he's not though, as he follows Jamie to the bedroom, he pulls off his t-shirt and then steps out of his sweats, leaving him naked and erect.
Soaking in Danny's body with hungry eyes, Jamie, trance-like, begins to undress, and in that time they begin to stare into each other, a palpable force of attraction growing like magnetism.
Jamie salivates over Danny's muscular upper body, thinks about being wrapped up in his bulky arms in this very bed beside him; tingles to feel his lips on his body again, but like never before; feels that deep hunger within him, that he has felt since Danny said yes!
Danny would love to have sex with him and Danny is going to, right here and now, but before that happens, that magnetism must play its part.
They come together tenderly, hands to arms, to faces, to bodies, and lips to lips, and tongues to tongues, and now Danny is kissing Jamie like he has never kissed him before. Danny is kissing him with love, despite the new sensation of his hard and heavy cock batting for the same team opposite.
'Do you want to get into bed?' he asks. Jamie growls softly but deep enough to rumble against Danny's naked flesh. So Danny flips aside the duvet and Jamie climbs in backwards, leading him by the hand until they are both making out in the middle of the bed.
And it isn't long again before Jamie is showing Danny his appreciation by sucking his hard cock, serving him up a hot, sloppy blowjob. He scooches around, offering up his pink little hole as he does, hinting that Danny knows what to do.
So while he's getting lost in the taste of his secret lover's pre-come and marvelling at the feel of it filling his mouth, Danny lubes up Jamie's rectum, and then a finger or two, and goes to practicing again what he's learned.
Jamie utters a loud and appreciative moan when Danny finally eases his way in and begins to tease and relax his sphincter, his heart hammering in the knowledge of what they're about to do. And the more he thinks about it, it makes him all the stiffer, which Jamie clearly notices.
'How do you want it?' Danny inquires, now working him out with two fingers, which still won't stretch him out enough - but it's a start.
9
It's a tight fit. It's always been a tight fit as far as Danny has experienced anal sex, but there's something different about Jamie and the way he takes it - the way his body takes it!
To hear his moans as Danny fills him inch by inch, pushing and relenting, resisting and yielding, Danny is excited to see where this goes and can't deny that he's turned on like never before the moment it strikes him...
Slick and slippery with lubrication, eight inches of cock - his long hard sensitive cock - are now balls deep inside another male, and it feels incredible. On the inside Jamie isn't super-tight. There's enough give so not to cut off Danny's circulation. And as he grows to accommodate even further, the first time Danny withdraws to re-penetrate, the sloppy suction is almost too much.
On all fours, Jamie looks over his shoulder and back at Danny, who has two handfuls of ass and a look of intense bliss. Mirroring his expression, Jamie states the obvious, whispering, 'you're inside me and you feel fucking amazing!'
Gradually Danny dares to move and begins to gently buck his hips, watching Jamie's back pussy suck tightly around his girth, and his length. The sound of his ass loudly sucking at him as he plunges in and glides out is so disgustingly erotic, and the feeling so intense.
'Fuck me,' Danny groans, trying not to come already.
'Okay,' Jamie says grinning and begins to flex his butt as he bears back on the cock impaling him. 'Jesus I can feel you so deep,' he then groans and mashes his face into a pillow. Acclimatising himself, Danny slowly screws away, still in disbelief that he's actually having sex with this cute lad.
'I've got a good one for you,' Jamie promises and cautiously helps Danny to pull himself all the way out. Jamie meets Danny face to face and they embrace in a tender kiss again. 'Lie down on your back,' he commands and meets Danny in the middle of the bed, straddling his hips and hovering above his straining cock.
Entranced, Danny watches as Jamie lines up his cock with his hole, just behind his shaven cock and balls. With the other hand free he pulls his junk out of the way for Danny to see what's about to happen.
So deliberately slowly he impales himself on Danny and slides down with the tight velvety slipperiness of a virgin pussy. 'Oh that feels so f-
Struck dumb, Danny closes his eyes to feel it and nothing else, as Jamie begins to slide up and down, taking him all in. This goes on for way too long, of which there is no such thing.
Their bodies heated to the point of perspiration now, muscles burning and aching, and the swell of butterflies churning inside them both, Jamie adores the man he is fucking into sweet oblivion, and looking down on him with something more than sexual tension, he dares himself to feel something even deeper than the endowed cock sliding far beyond his quivering p-spot.
Jamie relaxes himself, settles down lightly on top of his bed mate, his cock hard between their bellies, and proceeds to French kiss Danny tenderly and with a love he's never kissed anybody before, and he knows it's wrong to do so, but Danny accepts him and the kiss grows all the more tender and loving.
'I fucking hate you,' Jamie purrs.
Danny beams a smile, mopping the sweat from his brow. 'This is fucking incredible!'
It is, and it seems that this is not likely to be a one-time thing. So Jamie asks Danny if he wants to try anything else. Danny immediately pulls him to the edge of the bed, which is at a perfect height for Danny to stand there and fuck Jamie with his legs hung over his shoulders.
Now he's more confident in his ever-growing lust and enters Jamie easily, but they add more lube anyway, because of how sexy that slippery glide feels between a tight pussy and a big cock. Slurping and sucking at his length again, it isn't long before that sensation wells up inside Jamie, who is soon spurting insane amounts of come all over himself, frantically masturbating himself to glory.
Driven to the edge by this wondrous sight, Danny hooks himself in tight and lets loose, fucking Jamie harder and faster to catch up.
'Where?' he suddenly begs.
'Right where you fucking are,' Jamie cries as he's pounded senseless. With a mighty roar, Danny tenses up and turns beet red, and an explosion of heat begins to fill Jamie deep inside.
'Oh my fuck, I can't believe it,' Danny is saying over and over again, now crippled and slowly letting go of Jamie's legs as he comes down. His fat cock madly lurching and twitching, still deep inside, he slides in and out one more time, before he begins to laugh uncontrollably.
'Oh Jamie,' is all he can say before he is lost in the sudden postrgasmic lag.
10
Kissing! That's where it all started, and that's where they were again. It seemed strange to consider that Danny could actually be something more to Jamie. If not then he was the world's most talented and obliging lover, and Jamie had struck lucky in temporarily stealing him away from the women.
But now they kissed, naked in each other's arms, and they reflected on the reality of what had just happened. Danny had just found sex with a gay man to be one of the hottest fucks of his life, and very easily in the top three.
One of the hottest sex sessions with another man, and one that he was growing all the more affectionate towards as time went by. Stranger things had happened, but was he ready to accept this reality?
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Betrayal to the highest levels shattering my trust in those who I loved, why did they forsake me? His claws slammed the wall as tears flowed down his cheeks a fury that made him numb. "GOD DAMN YOU BASTARDS!, he screamed as a chair flew from his direction and destroyed a nearby lamp.The fires now burn his insides with pain and disgrace as he refuses to change who he is for them. Those who had his back when he was a pup, those who told him they loved him, those who said that they would be there for him no matter what. His own flesh and blood lied and played him for a fool. Now as rain dampens his fur he cry trying to regain some form of hope. "Mother, father, sister, brother, why have you forsaken me?" The world closing in his breath now shallow as he collapses from weakness his heart shattered beyond repair.
I vowed that I will stand strong even if that means I am alone. My family turned against me for something I can not control. I refuse to hide myself and as long as I am able I will fight for my right to survive. Traitorous fools, they try to change who you may love by allowing you to suffer and even die, well fine they can take my resources, they can throw me to the hell hounds, they can break my bones and shatter my organs like jelly. BUT I REFUSE TO DIE I WILL SURVIVE. This is my story and I will say when it ends.
He trusted his family and his friends only to be left to fend for himself, used, abused and weak his light of hope dwindles quickly bringing him towards the brink once more. He cries when no one is around and the rain masks his tears. But no more, he slowly climbs to his feet and takes a step almost ending up on the cold wet asphalt once again. The twinkle of innocence in his eyes now lost to the maddening and darkness that fuels his fiery temper.
In the end I guess I have no real home no real family to go to. I am disowned and nothing more than an outsider now. I thought I was fortunate but I like many others have been thrown aside for the way I feel.So now I scream my words so loud that the earth itself will speak like a megaphone. "I am gay and I am a furry and I am proud", so as I lay here tonight on the couch of a foreign land I remember that I am at least alive though the loneliness still eats at my paws.
Broken, destroyed, lost, abandoned, he now lays here his spirit holding strong the darkness that drove him to insanity to hold his life under the proverbial guillotine now lurks by his side. The fur once white is now black as the darkness in his heart his howl sending his enemies for the hills with trails of urine behind them.
You want to break me, well go ahead and give me your best shot. I'm still here and now I am going to show you that I never needed you, I will find my own way I will no longer be lied to.
He takes another step and smiles as he collaspes to the ground once more. His heart beating slower and slower as if the strings of life were being plucked one by one. I wont be broken, mother, father, you were wrong I am not wrong for being gay. I am wrong for trusting you to understand how I feel.
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*—If you have not read the previous chapters in this series, please read them before proceeding with this chapter, as you may find it VERY confusing if you aren't familiar with the setting and characters—
If you have in fact read the previous chapters, then I hope you enjoy this new chapter!*
Kelly eyeballs me as I walk over to the open spot on the blanket.
I stop halfway. Tiffany is getting ready to turn off the only lamp that's lighting up the room.
"Tiffany, hang on a second, I need to go to the bathroom." I tell her.
"Fine." She says retracting her hand away from the small table lamp.
"But you better hurry." She says, turning towards her spot on the blanket.
I turn around and walk out of the room, and I walk down the hallway and into the bathroom. I shut the door, and walk over to the toilet, and sit down. I didn't need to use the bathroom, I just needed a few minutes to myself. I pull out my phone, and just in time; my dads picture and phone number pop up. He was calling me. I stand up and walk back out the door, down the hallway, then down the wooden stairs and into the main family room.
I hit the green pulsing 'Answer' button on my phone.
"What's up pop?" I ask, no doubt sounding tired, which was definitely not the case considering the past events of tonight, and anything that may happen by the end of the night.
"Ahh, after I dropped you off I stopped at another sports bar." He says sounding triumphant.
"Oh. I thought you were on call?" I ask confused.
"What? I've been drinking. I don't drink on work nights." He says in a mockery.
That makes sense.
"Ok, my bad." I say. "What did you call for?"
"I was just wondering how your back was feeling, and how well you were holding up with all those girls in the house." He says with a chuckle.
"Ah, well, my back is fine. Stings a little, but not much." I respond. "Those girls are a pain in the ass, and Kampbell is no help." I tell him.
"Haha, well that's just what happens. Tell Kampbell I said 'hi.'" He says while changing his tone.
"Ok. Will do." I say, sticking my left hand into my pocket.
"Oh and hey, your mother wanted me to tell you she won't be home until tomorrow evening, and I'll stay at a hotel until about three tomorrow afternoon." He informs me.
"Ok, thanks. Have fun." I say.
"Yeah, and I reckon it'll be hard for you to have fun though." He says sympathetically.
HA
"Yeah right. I'd like to see THAT happen!" I say sarcastically.
"Well ok then. I love you, and I'll see you tomorrow." He says.
"Ok, love you too. Bye."
"Mm-bye." He says, his voice sounding like he was moving the phone as he spoke those last two words.
I took the phone away from my ear and pressed the red 'hang-up' button. I turned my phone off and stuffed it into my shorts pockets.
I look around the room, to tell myself that I'm the man of the house. I turn around and walk back up the stairs. When I reach the top, I see a shadow moving in my room. I walk down the hall into my room. Halie was holding a picture of me in football uniform. She must have picked it up from my desk. She turns around and spots me.
"Hey, I didn't know you play football." She says with a small grin.
"Played, being the operative. I quit." I inform her, remembering the times I had.
"Really? Why?" She asks.
I start to wonder why she was in my room in the first place.
"Well, um, I didn't really like it anymore. After we won the championship I figured I hit my peak, and I didn't want to risk playing again and losing my reputation. But obviously, most people forgot I had even played." I explain everything to her while reminiscing about the other good times I had.
She sits down on my bed, and looks up at me, listening.
"Tell me some things about when you played." She asks, curious.
"Well, I played starting quarterback, and everyone told me I was really good at it. I practiced the old 'tire swing' practice out back, and I got pretty accurate. It came down to the big game night, the championship." I start explaining the championship night to her, in a story-like fashion.
"We were both undefeated, we had the number one offense in High School football, but the other team had the number one defense, so it was an amazing match-up. It was 7-13 and we were losing, we were right on the fifty fuckin' yard line, with three seconds left in the fourth, and I called hail-mary, and I heaved it down field to Chad, our star receiver, and he caught it, tying the game. Our kicker came out there, and kicked it, but one of the safeties clocked him, and we thought we had lost. The guy got a targeting call on him, so we got to kick it again. Unfortunately, the tackle had caused our kicker to tear his ACL, so he couldn't kick, and he was our only kicker, he did all of it; kickoff, PAT's, everything! We all jogged down to the sideline, to figure out just what the hell we planned on doing. I had played field goal kicker in my freshman year, so coach wanted to put me in to kick the extra game-winning point. I told him it wasn't a good idea, since I hadn't kicked in a few years, but he made me kick it anyway, and thank God, I actually made it. My name is up in the school trophy case as the "First school football player to possess the game winning touchdown, AND the game winning kick." I explain the whole story to her with passion, as it was a great night. One I won't forget.
I look down at her. She has her head cocked back, and is pretending to snore.
She jerks her head down to look at me when she realizes I'm done talking.
"I'm just kidding, I'm not asleep. But that's actually a cool story, and when I get the chance I'm going to look up that championship game, I want to see how good you were." She says springing up from my bed.
"I knew you weren't asleep." I tell her.
I remember what I wanted to ask her.
"Hey, what were you doing looking around in here?" I ask her.
She turns her head to look into my eyes.
"Oh, yeah, um. I was looking for a... cond-"
"Hey guys, what are you doing?" Kelly's voice cuts Halie's off.
"Oh, I'm coming." Halie responds, walking out of the room, and Kelly behind her.
I look around my room, and I can't help but wonder what she was going to say.
"Con. What's a con?" I whisper to myself, asking.
My mind digs around the file cabinets in my brain, but the search returns no results.
I push it to the back of my brain, and tell myself it's nothing.
I walk down the dimly lit hall and turn to walk into the room we were all going to sleep in. Halie is already laying down, watching the ceiling fan spin violently on high.
Kelly is turned on her left side, facing where I'm going to lay. She looks up to the doorway to spot me.
"C'mon. Lay down." She pleads.
I look down at the spot, and begin to walk towards it yet again.
I turn my head to see Tiffany picking herself up from a small space on the couch, and walk over to the small table lamp. I stand on the spot, and I put my hand down to keep me level, then I lay my head on the small white pillow. I put my hands behind my head and interlock my fingers, holding my head with my hands. I relax, and enjoy the cold air from the fan coming down like a heavy sheet of rain onto my bare chest.
"Lights out." Tiffany says clicking the button on the lamp. Everything goes dark. Almost pitch black. Tiffany walks over to the door, and shuts it.
There is only a small amount of tiny light, a blue dot coming from the AT&T dish box, symbolizing that the box is off. Besides that, there is no light.
I feel Kelly slightly move as Tiffany lays down beside her.
"Damn, this blanket is huge." Tiffany whispers to us.
"I forgot we had this blanket." I say.
Halie lays her head on my chest. For the first time, I feel a girl's head on my chest. My heart skips a beat. I capitalize, and unlock my fingers. I take my hand and run my fingers through her thick hair. I push my head down, and give her a short kiss on the top of her head. I continue playing with her beautiful hair.
"Matt, do you feel it?" She asks.
"Do I feel what?" I ask her.
"The connection. Between us." She whispers.
I realize there is something between us, something that can't be seen, or heard. Only felt.
"Yeah. I do." I whisper to her.
"Matt, I love you too." She whispers, and picks her head up, and passionately kisses me on the lips. I kiss back. She keeps her lips locked with mine for a good ten seconds, then with a faint, light smack sound, she unlocks her lips, and lays her head back down on my chest. Wow. She loves me too. I want to cry, and dance all at the same time, neither of which I'm very good at.
I feel a cold hand come from my right side, and caress my abs.
"Mmmmm, so smooth." The soft voice is coming from Kelly, right into my ear.
Suddenly, Tiffany gets up, and I can only use my hearing to figure out what she is doing.
"I almost forgot." She whispers.
She sets a blanket down for each of us. Kampbell is already asleep, so Tiffany just unfolds the blanket, and lays it on top of Kampbell. I feel Halie reach her hand up to grab two of the blankets that Tiffany handed out. She hands me one, and I cover up to my waist with it. I feel Halie cover herself up. I think she pulls her blanket up to her stomach. I can't really tell.
Halie scoots close, up against me, and lays her head back down on my chest.
Kelly puts her hand back onto my stomach, and starts slowly moving her finger tips up and down my abs. I feel a hand grab onto my cock through my shorts.
"Here Matt." Kelly whispers into my ear. Kelly was ACTUALLY going to jerk me off under a blanket, with her friends and MY SISTER all around us.
I feel another hand grab onto my cock, which is now growing faster than a fantasy beanstalk.
Halie lifts her head up from my chest, and I see the outline of her head, and she seems to be looking at Kelly.
"What are doing?!" Halie asks in a loud whisper.
She was going to jerk me off TOO?!
"Well, I saw a moment, and took it." Kelly whispers back.
Halie says nothing, and lays her head back down on my chest. Halie continues to lightly rub the head of my cock, while Kelly slowly jerks me off.
Kelly turns her head around to look at Tiffany, who is laying down, facing us, unaware.
"Tiff. Is Kampbell asleep?" She asks Tiffany.
"Um, yeah I think. Why?" She asks, pulling her head up.
"No reason." Kelly responds, turning her head swiftly away from Tiffany to me.
"What are you doing?" Tiffany asks sitting up.
I hear a light gasp. She must see what's going on. My heart starts pumping a little bit faster with each passing second.
"You two are fucked up. You are both going after him." Tiffany says.
Neither Halie nor Kelly make any attempts to stop playing with my now fully grown member.
Halie sits up, and gets on her knees beside me. Before I can think, she slides my pulsing cock deep into her mouth. I jolt.
"Oooh, going for it huh?" I hear Kelly ask in a whisper. My heart is now pumping so hard I think it might jump out of my chest, and slap the high ceiling.
Kelly has removed her hand, and is now pushing herself up into the same position as Halie. She starts licking the right side of my shaft. Halie pulls me out of her mouth, and begins to lick the left side. The girls start licking fast in unison. The feeling is incredible.
"You like that Matt?" Tiffany asks me from behind Kelly. She stands up and walks infront of me, and sits down between my open legs on the blanket. Kelly and Halie pick their heads up. Tiffany picks her feet up, and sets them, soles-down, on the pubic area of my shaft. Halie stands up and walks over behind me, and I hear the sound of clothes on bare skin. I see her stand over me, and slowly squat down, hovering herself a mere inches away from my face.
"Eat me out baby?" She asks in a pitiful whisper.
"Of course." I whisper to her, with the tiniest grin flying across my face.
"Start slow, no one has ever gone down on me before." She whispers to me. My heart skips a beat at her quiet words.
"No problem." I tell her. She slowly sets her pussy on my mouth, a direct hit. She moans lightly, then leans forward, to watch the girls play with my cock a little closer. Her left and right calves are squeezing both sides of my head.
I feel Tiffany start a pumping motion with her soft, slightly cold soles, and I feel the inside of what must be Kelly's mouth.
I start darting my tongue in and out of Halie's heated, tiny pussy.
She moans, this time loud enough that Kelly has to help out.
I feel the tip of my cock leave her mouth, and I hear her speak to Halie.
"Sssshhhhh." She whispers, and I hear muffled moans come from Halie. Kelly must have covered Halie's mouth with her hand.
Halie moves her hands to my abs, and presses down hard.
"Maaatt." She whispers to me.
I feel her pussy vibrate, and a liquid slowly leaks out of her pussy. I swallow it, not knowing what else to do. It was an odd, different texture and flavor. But I knew I enjoyed it, with it coming from Halie.
I feel her entire body vibrate hard for about ten seconds, then she goes completely limp, and lays out on my torso. She breaths heavily, and continues to lay on me.
I look over the top of Halie's beautiful, small ass after disconnecting myself from her, and see that Tiffany is reaching for something behind her. She grabs it, and holds it up, and a bright light shines right into my eyes. Blinding me for a moment.
"Aah." I whisper.
"I grabbed my phone." She turns it towards her and lowers the brightness to a minimum, then shines it back our way.
"There, now we can see what we are doing." She says triumphantly.
Halie then slides off of me, and lays down next to me, panting heavily.
"Here, take my phone so you can see us." Tiffany says handing me the phone.
I turn the phone around so I can see the girls. Halie is laying on her back staring up at the ceiling trying to catch her breath, still panting. I look down so I can watch. Tiffany is still pumping slowly between her soles, and Kelly is sitting on her knees beside my right calf, watching. She looks into my eyes, and looks back down at my cock.
She picks herself up and scoots closer to me.
"I'm gonna give him something to lick." She says looking over to Tiffany. Fuck, these girls are amazing.
Tiffany nods in agreement. She then squeezes tighter on my shaft with her soles.
Kelly picks her right foot up, and holds her sole toward my face. I take the phone and shine the light onto her sole. It looks soft, and it's slightly tan. I take my right hand, which is my only available hand, and I grab onto her foot that she's offered to me. I rub my thumb up and down her smooth sole. She stares into my eyes. I pull her foot towards me, and I stick her big toe in my mouth. She moans lightly, and keeps her mouth open. I pop her toe out of my mouth, and I start licking her sole, planting firm kisses in the middle of her sole. I start licking every inch of her sole. She starts to giggle, and covers her mouth to keep from waking up Kampbell, who is facing away from us.
She offers me her left foot, and I play the exact same game on her left foot as I did the right.
"Wow, you really giggle do like feet don't you?" She asks in a whisper.
"Ok, your turn." I hear Tiffany whisper. Kelly turns and looks at Tiffany.
"Alright. I've never done this before." She says while getting up.
I watch her as she trades places with Tiffany.
Kelly sits between my legs.
"Oh don't worry. I'll guide you through it." I tell her with a grin.
She smiles back, and wraps her long toes firmly around my shaft, and starts pumping.
"Awww." I moan. Kelly looks up at me, and smiles, knowing she is doing it right. My cock slips out of her grasp a few times, but she seems to get the hang of it.
I shine the light down to look at Tiffany, who is now sitting where Kelly was. Tiffany lightly sets her feet on my abs, and slowly takes her shirt off. I watch as her medium sized tits bounce when she pulls the shirt over her head. She throws the shirt onto the couch. She pumps her chest up, and scoots closer. I reach out and grasp her right boob into my right hand.
"Firm. Huh?" She asks me with a grin.
"Yeah." I say.
I look down as the pleasure suddenly stops.
"Kelly. What?" I ask, sort of frustrated.
"Hang on." She says, and she leans back and pulls her shorts down. She too throws them onto the couch. She turns around, and then I see what she was planning. She sits backwards on her hands and knees, and sticks her bare ass out at me. Her cheeks look soft and firm. She wraps her toes around my shaft again, going for a reverse footjob.
She starts pumping yet again. I squeeze Tiffany's breast, and I lean back down.
What a wonderful night, and to think I was just going to go to bed.
Something hits me; Kampbell wasn't a bitch tonight like she usually is. That's odd for her. She's usually bitchy and commanding, but for some reason unknown to me, she wasn't. But here I am, in this scenario, thinking about my sister. The room full of sexual tension, and I'm over here fucking these girls, with my sleeping sister less than ten feet away.
The pleasure stops again. I ignore it this time, knowing it will start again. I pick up Tiffany's right foot, and I shine the light onto her foot. She has painted her toes a sleek white, and her soles feel as if she uses lotion every day. I stick her big toe into my mouth, and begin sucking. I rub my thumb along her smooth sole. I feel Kelly wrap her soles around my shaft again, but this time she starts a fast pumping. I moan in my throat. I look down and see she is now facing me. I look back to the beautiful foot, offered to me by this blonde vixen.
I kiss Tiffany's other foot, sucking her toes in and out of my mouth.
"He likes arches especially." I hear Halie whisper beside me.
Kelly acknowledges her, and switches to pumping my hard cock between her incredible arches, my cock sliding between them with ease.
"Ohhhh shit." I say. The pleasure growing in intensity.
"Told you." I hear Halie say.
I shine the light down to my shaft, and see Kelly's feet pumping slowly. I look over in time to see Halie's face coming close to mine. She leans in close, and gives me a kiss. I kiss back, and I slightly buck between Kelly's arches.
Halie unlocks the kiss, and turns and looks at Kelly.
"I want to fuck him." Halie says, and my heart explodes. My eyes go wide. I feel my heart skip a beat. The world must stop turning. I stare at the slim, beautiful body of the girl I love, attempting to get my bearings straight, because those words that just escaped her mouth have caused me to go dizzy.
"If you feel up to it, go ahead." Kelly whispers in response, and lets go of my cock. I snap back to reality.
Halie sits up on her knees and pulls her shirt off. I turn the phone to her chest, to see her small tits come into view. I reach over and squeeze them. Her nipples are visibly hard.
She crawls over on top of me, and only then I see Halie has no hair. Perfect.
She grabs the base, and guides the head into the opening of her dripping pussy.
"Ready big boy? Be gentle." She says with a playful grin.
I watch my rock hard dick enter about two inches into her tight pussy. She moans quietly, but I can tell she wants to scream. She slowly goes all the way down, until she can't store anymore in her little pussy. I just lost my virginity. To Halie. My life is officially complete.
She's managed to get about seven of the nine inches in. I have to bite my tongue so hard to keep from moaning loud enough to wake the neighbors.
"It's so big. It's twice the size of Dannie's." She whispers.
Danny. The biggest douche I ever knew. That son of a bitch still thinks Halie belongs to him. Look at me now fucker!
I shake him out of my head, and I snap back into my dream-turned-reality. I've got Halie going cowgirl on me, and she's slowly upping the speed every time she slides back down.
I grab onto Halie's sides and I push down and pull up when it calls for it.
"Maaaaatt." She whispers. She stares into my eyes, those deep brown eyes.
She tenses up and vibrates, and her cum slowly oozes out around my shaft.
"Ugh. Oh. Yeah." She whispers, biting her lower lip, and showing a pouty to me, all while staring into my eyes. Her eyes then uncontrollably cross, and then roll back into her head, all before shutting her eyes tight, and swinging her head back to face straight up at the ceiling.
She falls off of me, to my left side, with a gasp. She really can't handle much apparently.
Kelly leans down and spits on my cock, and jerks it lightly, lubing it up.
"My turn." Tiffany says with a big, wide grin.
She crawls over and straddles me, and slides me all the way in. She's obviously done this before. Her pussy is so tight, and her clit is hidden, barely poking out.
"Awwwhhh." She whispers. She grinds on me with her knees on the floor, she's pressing her small hands hard into my chest.
She picks up her speed and starts grinding violently. I feel it rising in my balls.
"Tiffany. Pull off." I tell her in a sense of panic. She doesn't get off, she just stops grinding, and makes me sit there with my pulsing volcano of a cock inside her. I don't cum, it just sinks back down. She sits for about a minute, slowly rubbing her mound, and caressing her clit. She has a thin, closely trimmed landing strip constructed of dark pubic hair. Nothing else.
"Remember. Edge some Matt." She says with a growing grin.
"Oh yeah. I forgot," I say sarcastically looking up at her.
She slowly gets off of me.
"Your turn Kelly." Tiffany says while climbing off of me.
Kelly crawls on top of me, and sits cowgirl. I guide my cock into her. She covers her mouth with her left hand, and moans quietly.
She slowly goes down, about eight inches, then goes back up again. She keeps her mouth covered. I turn to my right and see Tiffany masturbating hard, rubbing her mound with her right hand, and using her left to cover her mouth. I turn to my left and see Halie is facing me, and masturbating also. She notices I'm looking at her, and she grins, and sticks her legs out, and sets her left foot on my chest, and rests her right foot on my lips. I kiss her foot, sucking her toes, and licking the side of her smooth foot. She's slowly rubbing her clit, and watching open-mouthed as I fuck Kelly. The way Halie masturbates is so hot. The way her eyes begin to twitch, and she seems like she can't control her body. Her knees give little jerks and twitches. Another amazing thing about her, is how sensitive her clit is. When she's about to orgasm, she can't even touch her clit because it's so sensitive. Maybe I'll test how sensitive it is for myself in the future.
Speaking of, Kelly is starting to twitch, after about thirty more seconds, she starts bucking wildly, like breaking a wild, young stallion. She moans one last time, then falls backwards with a light sigh. My dick pops out and points to the sky.
All of the girls move and take a position. Halie sits on her knees, between my legs, and Kelly gets on her knees beside my left knee, and Tiffany is also on her knees by my right knee.
"I can't wait." I hear Tiffany whisper.
The girls all put their faces close to my cock, and start sucking my cock, so wildly to the point that I think I'm going to have a heart attack.
"Tell us when big boy." Halie says, staring into my eyes again.
They continue sucking and jerking my cock, leaving strands of spit all over it. Kelly reaches a hand down and starts squeezing and playing with my balls. All of the girls are looking into my eyes.
"Ok. Here it comes." I say gritting my teeth.
All of the girls put one hand on my cock, and start pumping in unison. They open their mouths, and hover their faces extremely close to my cock. The left side of Kelly's head is pushed up against the right side of Halie's head, and the right side of Tiffany's head is pushed up against the left side of Halie's head.
I clench the blanket. I face the phone at them, holding the phone at my right side. Now I can see their faces. I feel the point of no return, then immediately after, I feel it rising fast. All of the girls' eyes are staring into mine. I can't take it.
I buck as I cum, and I shoot hard, sending strands into the air but being caught by the faces and greedy mouths of the three girls.
"Ohoooo shiiiiiit." I whisper, barely keeping myself from screaming.
I keep shooting massive strands onto their faces, and into their mouths.
After only about thirty more seconds, my cum stops shooting, and starts slowly seeping out of the head. The girls all close their mouths, and swallow everything that I shot into their mouths. The girls look at each other, and start licking my cum off of each other's faces with small giggles, until there is nothing left.
"Wow Matt. That was huge. You really liked it huh?" She asks me in a whisper.
"That. Was. Amaaaaaazing you guys." I say looking at all of them.
They all stand up at the same time, and start looking around the room for their clothes, just in case my sister wakes up and sees her naked friends with her brother.
Halie hands me my shorts, and I put them back on. Everyone gets back into their sleeping spots, and cuddles in.
I put my hands behind my head. I lock my fingers together again.
Everyone stops moving once they get comfortable.
I stare at the ceiling, and shut my eyes. | Maybe It's Not So Bad Ch. 03 | [
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"Hey, wait up!"
Salen turned at the sound of the familiar voice. "Hey Kaylee, what's up?" He called back, stopping in the middle of the hall. He wore a hooded sweatshirt all the time, and even with the hood over his head, as he always wore it, it was easy to see that he was different from all the other students. His face stretched out into a muzzle that was covered with gray fur, with a black band across his eyes.
His classmate caught up to him, breathing hard though she probably only ran a few feet. She dropped her backpack with a thud and sat on the bench by the window. She held up a finger, letting him know not to go anywhere before she rested for a bit. It gave him a chance to take in the view for a moment.
He had a crush on her, but never acted on it or said anything. He had been home schooled up until this year, and this was the first school in the state that openly accepted kids like him. His first day at school was the first time he got a chance to meet others. One was another guy named Jake, about half his size, but had a huge tail like a squirrel. The other was Stephanie, a girl that had the traits of a black house cat. Jake stopped coming into school one week after classes started. He found out it was because a Junior year student set his tail on fire. Twice. There were only rumors on why Karen left after two months. The gist was that one of the girls in her class replaced her lunch with a jar full of dead mice along with a note that basically said the only reason she existed was because her mom got it on with a panther at the zoo. Now, he was the last one left. If it wasn't for Kaylee, he would have left months ago.
Finally, she caught her breath and jumped up again quickly. "Sorry," she started... she said sorry way too much. "I wanted to ask if you wanted to hang out after school today," she said, smiling brightly. The setting sun seemed to make her copper-red hair glow, working it's magic on Salen's adolescent male blood.
"Sure, what did you have in mind?" Salen said, shrugging and trying to act cool about it. But the gleam in his eye betrayed him and she noticed it.
"Anything really. We can go see a movie, or go bowling, roller skating..." she started counting off ideas, keeping her eyes locked on his, waiting for one of these to get a posetive reaction.
"How about the park?"
"The park?" Kaylee asked, making sure she heard it right. "Isn't it a bit cold to walk in the park?"
"I don't notice it really... fur and all..." Salen reminded her.
"Oh, right. I guess we can do that. I just need to get my sweater from my locker. Be right back!" Without another word, she bounced down the hall, to Salen's satisfaction.
He sat down on the bench next to where Kaylee left her books, waiting for her to return, enjoying the sun's last warm rays coming through the window. As he waited, he was silently celebrating and daydreaming about how well this may go for him. He'd never dated a girl before, and though this wasn't technically a 'date', it was the first time a girl had any interest in him outside of being a curiosity, giant teddy bear, or a pet. One girl from his neighborhood actually tried to put a collar on him once when he was little.
Salen sighed to clear his head from that unpleasant day, trying to return to the present. He looked down the hall, realizing that Kaylee should have been back a few minutes ago. He saw her at her locker, talking to two other girls in her class. He recognized them easily from the matching clothes, hair, backpack... the two Amy's. What could they possibly want to talk to Kaylee about? He wondered. One of them looked up to see Salen looking over at them and nudged the second Amy. All three girls looked up at him for one moment. The first Amy gave one last parting statement to Kaylee, and then they walked away. Kaylee walked slowly back to Salen, hugging her sweater to her chest. Her previous smile was gone, and her eyes were threatening to overflow with tears.
"What did they say to you?" Salen asked, standing up and walking the last few steps to her.
"Nothing," she said softly, rubbing her eyes on her sleeve.
"C'mon," Salen insisted gently, reaching a furry hand up to her arm. "You were talking to them for a few minutes, and I've never seen anyone have a conversation with them that ends well."
Kaylee still wouldn't say anything, but turned her head away from him, trying hard not to cry.
"It's because of me, isn't it?" Salen asked, knowing the answer already.
"No, it's not you. They just wanted me to work on a school project with them, that's all."
"You don't lie very well. They don't seem to be the type to work on any projects that they can't get done by asking their daddies or lifting a skirt." Salen said, trying to lighten the mood but sad that Kaylee wasn't being honest with him.
"No, really," she insisted. "It's not you. They just wanted to ask me something and didn't get a chance during school when the teachers are here."
"What can't they ask when there are teachers?" Salen normally wouldn't push the issue, but his curiosity had the upper hand and wouldn't let it drop until he knew what they said about him.
Finally, Kaylee looked at him again and couldn't help it any more. As the tears flowed freely down her cheeks, she sobbed. She dropped her sweater and leaned into Salen's chest, bawling unashamed and unchecked. One teacher poked his head out of his class, but on seeing Salen and Kaylee, adjusted his glasses and retreated back into his room, shutting the door.
Salen led Kaylee to the bench where they sat together, her face never leaving his chest, clutching at him as though she were a toddler that just skinned her knee for the first time. He hugged her tight, in a turmoil of emotion. He was elated that he was holding her so intimately. He hated himself for not letting the issue go and making her cry. He ached for her, wishing he could take the sadness away for her. And on top of that, he could feel his shirt getting soaked with tears and snot.
Though it only lasted a minute, it felt like eternity to Salen. Eventually, she pulled away, wiping the last tears from her face. "Thanks," she said, sniffing. "I really needed that."
"No problem." Salen nonchalantly replied.
"Oh god, your sweatshirt!" She reached for her sweater, the closest thing to try to clean it off.
"It's ok. Don't mess up your sweater too." He held up a hand to stop her.
"Here then," she held the sweater out to him anyway. "You wear this. Give me your sweatshirt and I'll take it home to get washed."
Salen looked at it for a moment. It was a patterned sweater with pastels and earth tone colors... nothing too girly. He was about to refuse it but saw the look in her eyes and decided to go along with it or risk getting soaked again. "Deal," he said, standing up, immediately pulling off his sweatshirt.
"What is that?" Salen stopped, realizing that even though he had worn a t-shirt underneath, the damp cloth clung to each other and both came off at once. He now stood in the middle of an empty hallway, alone with Kaylee, shirtless. For a moment, he imagined her reaching out to run a hand through his fur and compliment him on working out... but instead, it touched the buckles that stretched across his chest and abdomen. "What do you wear this for?"
Salen's cheeks and ears felt hot as the blood rushed to his face, realizing that she just discovered one of his secrets. He quickly tried to put the sweatshirt back on, but she yanked away his clothes, with a look of curiosity and amusement on her face. "Turn around. I want to see what you're wearing!"
"I'd rather not," he protested weakly, hoping she'd just let him go.
"Oh, no. You don't get anything to wear until you give me a show." Her mischievous smile was getting wider, hinting that she already knew what she would see, but wanted it anyway.
"Fine, but don't tell anyone." With a defeated sigh, he slowly turned his back to Kaylee, revealing his tail, pressed against his back by a harness he made himself out of a few old belts. He felt something tug at the leather straps. "What are you doing?"
"I want to see it better!" He still had his back to her, but from her voice, he could just imagine the Cheshire grin she had on her face.
"I keep it like that for a reason," he said, trying to pull away. But she wouldn't have any of it.
"C'mon, just let me see!"
Salen was about to protest again, but remembered the tears he caused her just a moment before and gave another sigh of defeat, helping her with undoing the front buckles. Within moments, his tail swung free, twitching on its own as the circulation returned to it from being restrained all day. It was just what would be expected of a racoon tail - fluffy and alternating bands of black and gray, each one about four inches thick, the last eight inches of the tip of his tail being completely black.
"I love it!" Kaylee squealed, jumping up and down, clapping her hands. Salen gave it a swish, intentionally brushing it up against her chest. It didn't do anything for him since his tail's nerves weren't that sensitive, but she jumped back and gave him a playful punch on the shoulder, laughing. As Salen put on Kaylee's sweater, they sat back down on the bench where he answered a barrage of questions about his tail.
As they continued talking, his tail somehow ended up draped across her lap where she was gently stroking the fur. As she continued the petting, Salen's answers came increasingly slower and muddled. Before long and without warning, he let out a very loud purring moan. His eyes shot open and his pointed ears folded flat back on his head.
Kaylee just stared at him for a moment, never having heard anything make that sound before. Then she burst out laughing. "What was that? I didn't know you could even make that sound!"
"It's just a sound I make sometimes..." he tried his best to brush it off as nothing.
"Sometimes?" There was that smile again. "I've never heard you do that before..." She reached behind Salen and fished out his tail again. "I wonder if I can make you do that again."
It didn't take long for her hands to start working on him again. "Hmm... probably..." he admitted, letting himself give in to it much more easily this time.
"What does it feel like?" she asked, genuinely curious. "Is it nice?"
"Oh yeah," he said groggily. "I'm not sure if I can describe it in a way you'd relate to-Oooh!" he tried to say as she gave his tail a long stroke from the base to tip, finding that gave a particularly amusing reaction. "It's like getting a deep massage with a feather-Mrrrrr!" He didn't stop himself from murring this time. "It's like getting a back scratch, massage, and warm shower all at once done by the sun. Mmmmm... that feels - Ouch!" He jumped up suddenly, taking his tail with him.
"Sorry! What did I do?" Kaylee asked, still with the mischievous smile.
"I don't know... it felt like you grabbed it and gave it a twist."
"Oh... I may have. When you said it felt like a massage, I tried pushing through the fur and I guess it was too much." She said, acting concerned, but barely concealing a bit of a chuckle in her voice.
Salen tried to turn to get a look at his tail. It felt different. Lighter. Colder. "What did you do to it?" He asked, starting to get a little worried.
Instead of answering, Kaylee just burst out laughing, falling onto her side on the bench as Salen kept twisting himself to try and get a look at his tail. He heard what sounded like a click from a camera. Salen froze, then slowly turned to look at Kaylee - horrified to see her holding up her cell phone at him, still laughing hysterically. Too shocked to move, he just stood there, convinced that this was not real - that he had at some point fallen asleep and was now just having a terrible nightmare.
Within moments, more laughter came from down the hall. The Amys came out of the girl's bathroom. One held a cellphone and was laughing just as hard as Kaylee, and the other held a video camera which was pointed directly at him. Still not able to make sense of what was happening, Kaylee got up and brushed a cloud of gray and black fur off of her lap onto the floor, walking over to the Amys. As though they had rehearsed this moment, all three of them turned their screens to Salen at once, showing him his naked hairless tail, hanging from his back like a rat's.
This time it was Salen's turn. Without another word, he took off Kaylee's sweater and put on his own clothes, picked up his backpack, and left the school building for the last time. | That Which We Share by Talth | [
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*The Characters:*
(Arthit - The Dragon((http://www.f-list.net/c/arthit)
(Agarus Greaves - Male-herm Centaur((http://www.f-list.net/c/agarus%20greaves/)
*Arthit:* Arthit's partial to days like this one. Overcast sky, with plenty of rain-laden clouds abound. The sort that seem ready to dispense their payload at any moment, they loom enough to make the Earth at ground level feel a little humid, but they never quite do begin to pour out until some arbitrary time later. It does favors for a creature that likes to fly at that level. That is, the level where billowy cumulus clouds fill the sky. Those sky and sea-blue scales somehow manage to adapt or reflect those colors. And the curvatures of his body, even as it undulates with the rhythm of flight, seem masked by the inherently curvy and amorphous features of a cloudy sky. See, where he comes from, the superstitions surrounding dragonkind are intense. Any time he risks revealing himself, he risks another fellow with just the right aim leveling an arrow for the promise of bringing down one of the rarest creatures on this Earth, just for its own sake. In a pinch, though, it takes an osprey-eyed fellow to pick him out of the sky at all. But still he prefers traveling those great lengths on a day like today. Pleasantly, the last time he'd flown over a human settlement was some fifty miles ago. Human folks and their culture, it's funny; they and their culture look so incredibly different, and yet, he feels the same sentiments from them. It might be fun to sneak in with some tall tale, proposition someone, and leave again before things become dangerous, but, at this stage in a centuriesld thing's life, that's lost its charm. If he's going to stop anywhere this time, it's going to be somewhere certainly more safe and with something a little more interesting and exotic than humankind.
Perhaps that's the tertiary benefit of traveling via cloud. All that water vapor... it's the reason why a dog's nose is wet, isn't it? Makes a much more effective sense of smell? As for the mechanics of how a nose works, a little blue dragon couldn't say a whole lot. But he's always taken it to be the reason why, after the rain, the ground can be smelled with such relative ease. But only when the Sun's out, evaporating that water again. His thin and diagonal slits of nostrils, around that hefty, golden nosering, flare a little. And just like that, his eyes go wide. Transfixed on some five square meter patch of land beneath him. That's as specific as he can be, but, that's gotta be where it's coming from. Somewhere beneath the tree canopy-- through a tree canopy! And a couple hundred feet off the ground, he got a whiff of it. It's distinctly... equine. That's not the most promising out of hand. The non-sapients have always been a very, very gray area for him. But something so strong, that absolutely warrants investigation.
The blue creature capers, turns his body sharply and angles it down, at a nice, steep angle. Like the way an eagle might circle its descent, although with the sometimes whimsical motion of a kite bobbing in a strong headwind. Small droplets of water begin to form, and come down along with him... how fortuitous. The nearer he gets to the surface, the finer his power to pinpoint becomes. 'Here, definitely', he thinks, 'or a little closer to...' That's around the time he dives through the leaves and branches of some tall redwood or whatever it may be. Nah, it's more like a cypress or something... even the trees here are weird. But they're easier to hide in! The blue drake nimbly steps out on a branch, thirty or so feet off the ground. He wasn't exactly silent, but anything looking for him at least shouldn't /really/ notice him immediately. That would be, of course, the time that he realizes that what he's just begun pursuing isn't just equine. And it certainly isn't just an equal part human, either. Finally, it feels, he's found something different.
*Agarus Greaves:* Agarus was having the most terribly unfortunate day. Well, then again it had really been the most terribly unfortunate *week*, all things considered. The big centaur's estrus usually came like clockwork - a week after the rains turned cold - and had done so for most of his life. This time, though? This time he was almost a month early, and this time it had really come over him in force.
The region of the forest he roamed was something of a backwater. There were a few benign tribes of dull-witted beast-men in the thicker copses, but for the most part there was little else. That was mostly why Agarus had chosen the place. He had no time for the politics and rivalries of centaur herds - young, raucous studs challenging the hierarchy of power, and the constant fight for the right to mate. He'd left all that behind years ago and struck out on his own. It had turned out to his benefit, too. Though his new life could be lonely, this place was safe and tranquil. The primary, major downside, however, was now quite starkly apparent.
The stallion's usual method of dealing with his season was to make the long, difficult journey back to his original herdland. There he'd linger on the outskirts, letting his scent attract some eager, outcast stud who would be willing to satisfy his hunger. This time, however, he had been caught by surprise. His heat had come on rapidly, without warning and was so strong that it almost crippled the huge stallion with need.
His hooves thudded heavy on the root-hewn ground as he tottered and stumbled through his territory. Even though he knew explicitly that there were no centaurs for hundreds of miles, he couldn't help but indulge in feral behaviour. As he went he flicked his tail, purposely wafting his powerful reek all over - advertising himself for a suitor that wasn't to be found. His equine body was so heated that the recent rain steamed off him visibly, and he panted with each step along the route. Why was he doing this? It was an act of desperation. He hadn't been satisfied for many seasons previous, and this one was incredibly potent with a backlog of lust. Though there were no centaurs to find a part of him held out the smallest amount of hope for *anything* at all. A feral stallion, perhaps. Or a sentient creature who might take pity on him and, though they could not fill his womb, at least bring him a few climaxes to ease his need.
*Arthit:* Spying has always been one of his little specialties. It came especially in useful in other eras, when he actually took some interest in the affairs of human folks, their politics, and which warring party wins what. When he felt that one land was the underdog and best fit to rule itself, or the more supported by their mutual gods or more populous with convincing spirits or whatever the case may've been, there wasn't a single piece of information that didn't come into his claws and get carried right back to the opposing general. Not that he's reminiscing right now; right now, he can think of very little. Just fair to say that if he doesn't especially want to be spotted, he won't really be spotted. And for now, he's hunkered down low atop that branch, neck half off to one side of it and head tilted. Gathering as much info about this horse-man thing as he can. If it's armed, it doesn't seem at all ready to wield it. If it's aggressive, well, it can't pursue him more than ten or twelve feet off the ground, even if it gets a running leap at him. Which is to say that he doesn't feel threatened.
In fact, threatened is the last thing he feels. Right now he feels like he's at a tremendous advantage, in fact. That heat is almost palpable. And is, in the sense that it transcends just the sense of smell; it's like something he can taste on his tongue. That may or may not be because the slender, forked thing'd sneaked out and waved briefly in the air. He's been with a great enough variety of things to know that it's powerful like nothing he's encountered already in the past. There've been things cloistered or isolated without the ability to breed before. Maybe consecutive years in a row. He'd once revived an entire race that way, and still, this is one hell of a competitive smell. It's with a great deal of difficulty that he regulates his thoughts, and pulls his eyes away from that flagged and waving tail... or the puffy, inflamed lips it's meant to demonstrate. As in, he's having trouble keeping himself from simply gliding down, grabbing onto those hindquarters and...
Arthit shakes his head and closes his eyes. A little tremble once more goes down his spine and he's forced to count to ten or something. 'Have some tact', he tells himself. 'That's always been your routine. Approach with tact, improve your odds. Even if it's in heat, it might find you repulsive unless you romance it first.' Incidentally, that's not the language his thoughts are in. But yes, when his eyes open again, his vertical pupils are noticeably more narrow and feral. He's gone through what he's got to say, but it's going to be hard maintaining his composure the entire time. Hopefully, he doesn't make a fool of himself. And hopefully, he'll prove how articulate a creature he really is when they've both calmed down. Whenever that happens to be. The drake gets the sneaking suspicion that, if they successfully pair up, he'll be slaking that need for hours and hours, if not days.
So, once the centaur passes beneath him, he gets a little bit of air and a little jump beneath him, and he glides straight to the nearest tree ahead. Catches onto a slightly lower branch, slowly and easily, and circles around underneath it, turning in the process, to face his latest love interest. First order of business, he thinks, is to prove that he's intelligent. A grin will accomplish that. Now, say something sweet... or at least something sufficiently romantic, try to spare some of the lechery: (Placeholder! Dragonic hissing.( ... Welp. It dawns on him a full ten seconds later that there is literally no chance that that's the language he speaks. Does he even speak the common language from these parts? They seem so far removed from their human... is counterparts the right word? He can't be certain. There were none of this particular creature in those human settlements. Not one that he'd seen.
His grin fades a little, he sits up a little higher. If the other hasn't spoken sooner than himself, he'll try again: "... You're in great need. I can tell it; anything could tell it. ... It's a beautiful scent. What else but your own kind would you let indulge in it?" His tone, the words he chooses, the way he pronounces them-- they're archaic. Not impossible to understand, but difficult to understand. Of course, he learned from spice thieves ransacking villages along his coasts a century ago.
*Agarus Greaves:* The centaur's mind was on another plane entirely as he wandered about on his meandering path through the trees. He was entirely preoccupied with one sole subject, and that was fairly easy to guess. Horsecock. Sleek, powerful stallions and ripe, straining horse cock. Those images jumbled through his thoughts in general examples at first, but then focused back on one particular memory that he held dear. A visit back to his homeland a few years ago had yielded the most arrogant young stud; a handsome, chestnut brown thoroughbred that was so overwhelmed with rut that he could hardly keep his dancing forehooves on the ground. Everything about him, from his incredibly aggressive demeanour, to his volatile, belly-slapping prick was the epitome of centaur sexuality. Agarus longed for a repeat of that day, but he never met the youthful firebrand again. The cocky little shit was probably kicked out of the herd not long after.
The memory was no relief to the lust-addled 'taur, and in fact brought another lance of painful arousal. He cringed and couldn't help but wink his sloppy equine cunt with a quite 'sqirch' of juices. This in turn sent a long shiver down his flanks. Goddamn, he was so incredibly turned on. A lesser mare might have been in tears at that point.
Fortunately he wasn't left to his self-pity for long. A sudden breath of wind on his back, and a blur of cobalt scales overhead grabbed the centaur's attention. A dragon! His first instinct was prickling fear, but that was rapidly quashed when he took note of this new creature's size. Still, it was an extremely rare sight indeed and Agarus could only stare open-mouthed as the small reptile hissed those words.
"Muh-" He grunted, huskily. His reply seemed a little hesitant. Not only was his voice tempered with the cautious awe of meeting such a creature, but also the words seemed to come slow from his mind. "My scent?" He paused, "You're tempted by it?"
*Arthit:* Surprise is a good response! Usually, the little dragon can take surprise and mold it into something agreeable. Really, it's one step away from immediate consent. That's a strange way of putting it, but it's the truth. It's only a little more capricious, and can go either way if he presents himself the wrong way. But he's striking and he's exotic and wildly convincing, people don't know how to distrust that kind've thing in general. Unless their excessive piety associates his image with some evil iconography if theirs. At which point his best pet is to make himself scarce. Well, that tangent aside, he can tell immediately that if he were to drop a hint that he's interested and then vanish, this creature would be absolutely furious. Or depressed. Or something. So he's not going to do that!
Instead, he starts by turning and outstretching his front half along that branch, while keeping his squatted hindquarters facing forward. The result is a casual, but enticing pose. One that should make it abundantly clear that he is, indeed, interested... by virtue of the draconic phallus that's upright and twitching discretely between his thighs. It's certainly no horse cock, that's for sure. And yet, he doesn't reckon the other will be tremendously disappointed. Perhaps he can find the value in getting to experience something altogether exotic; something that developed half a world a way, and that few creatures in this realm would ever get to experience. It's a bright, creamy orange kind of color. Something that, curiously, matches the hair that's placed here and there on the drake's body. Like his whiskers, the hair on his head, and the anterior ridges of long, straight hair on his tail. And also, a small patch above the thing's prick. It's rowed down the backside of it with little inch-long barbs... those might be frightening, at a glance. But the whole thing flexes when he, in his arousal, clenches the muscles down there. Those barbs inflated a little, and curve with the shape, so they look fleshy...
Arthit remains stationary. Lets the thing be stared at and admired. The grin on his face says that he just knows it's being admired, and, in fact, he seems very proud of it! "Your scent", he rumbles, "Is... sumblime. I'd relish to assuage your need." His claws, grip the branch, his hind ones, and he winds with serpentine grace down it 'til he's at a hang, and then he lets go. The quick drop to the ground seems to bother him very little, and he hardly leaves a sound nor an imprint when he lands. The only trouble, though, is he comes up to the centaur's knees. Giving up his height advantage might make him seem puny. Puny, yes, but his demeanor makes him look giant. The arrogant stance and the way that his tail end hasn't stopped making these shallow, wavy undulations. It could only get more pompous of he compliments the look with a puff of fire or something.
*Agarus Greaves:* It was an incredible, mind-boggling circumstance that the centaur found himself in. The entire day had been so hazy and dampened with overpowering arousal that he vaguely wondered if he was currently dreaming. Indeed, the sleek little dragon looked as though it was something ripped out of myth as it slithered so smoothly down towards him. That was not even mentioning the *cock* on the small beast. Though it wasn't quite the powerful, vein-riddled battering ram he was used to on his mates the thing was still immensely enticing. The curve of it, and those pulsing barbs - it looked like some kind of torture device, and yet the sight of it set off a deep-rooted tingle in the equine's belly. He needed it in him.
If Agarus himself didn't make his enthusiasm clear, his equine body certainly did. His back-end squelched lewdly, then again and again as he couldn't stop himself from winking his clit in receptive lust. A moment later and the soft patter of his overflowing juices became apparent as they trickled down his massive thighs, and dripped from his clenching sex. Finally he had found a partner, and it seemed his horse-end was kicked into overdrive in preparation.
"Yeah." He rumbled, his eyes still wide. In truth he couldn't believe his luck, but neither did he care to question providence. The pagan gods were notoriously fickle, and it seemed today they had dealt him an incredibly kind turn of fate. Without any further words - it was easier to submit to the mind-scrambling fog of his estrus - he turned his vast rump towards the small dragon and hiked his tail as high as it had ever been. His sloppy, drizzling cunt was an absolute mess of greasy fluids and the sheer heat washing off it was stifling. He winked again, before the reptile's slitted eyes, as he broadened his rear legs slightly to bear his aching lips down. His knees were trembling slightly as he stood there in the perfect stance to receive a stud.
*Arthit:* It might be that he approached thinking more about tact than was ever necessary. In fact, it seems in hindsight to have been exceedingly needless; his initial impulse of just floating on over to that equine derriere and shoving his cock straight in could've been accepted. Still though, he doesn't waste any time regretting it or feeling silly. It was wise to hedge his bets on 'it won't accept some strange creature just because it says to', and even if it proves superfluous now, he pats himself on the back for his self control. Right before he turns the rest of his composition over to his own feral lust, instigated by that intense heat. That's, the intense heat in general. As everything about it has proven incredibly appealing. At times, dragons are mistaken for aesthetic and pristine creatures. Fantastically unnatural, as they're likely something that nature itself didn't have a hand in. And their peculiarities are many.
But make no mistake, the ludicrously sexual nature of this mare-end strums a very resonant chord for the drake. It's gorgeous, even before he turns around to present that gender to him. He's still got the image of it from behind etched perfectly into his memory, and from up front, he can peak and watch the equine pussy positively pour. Gods almighty, he could even *hear* the damn thing! It's such an excessive sexuality that the serpent-like thing's tongue lolls out of its mouth to wave and taste the air again, and his prick starts drooling precum forthright. Spilling into the dirt, foliage, and grass beneath...
"You'll love. Nothing's ever not", he starts, snaking his way forwards swiftly and scaling his considerably larger mate's backside. He spares him those claws that he usually uses for climbing. It's a little clumsy at first, and he goes up one outstretched leg alone, but then he transitions himself into a really rather broad stance. Either hindclaw on either of those broad hips. His long, slinky body reaches far enough for him to rest along the centaur's horse body, his chin coming down somewhere before the sapient-half's body. With just a little slack. It's such a big thing, he thinks to himself. That's something else he likes... getting to mount something so many times his size. So masculine, as well! That really enhances it! He's been with the manlier sexes before in the past, but not like this, and not nearly as often. It's so rare that this is really a treat... well scratch that, it's something he's never gotten to experience before at all!
His on hindquarters are raised, but they're going through the small beforehand motions of finding their mark. Not that it takes very long or is very difficult, but perhaps the fog in his mind is why it's drawn out. The tapering, pointed glans on it prods here and there at his lover's ass. Between that puffy sex and a hemisphere of equine hip, then sliding upwards, tracing its way around another, more puckered orifice, but that's definitely the wrong direction. His hips raise again, and he knows precisely where he's going this time. It prods testingly at those lips, at the heated moisture leaking from it... but he waits for just the right moment. Gyrating those hips in shallow motions. It's cruelly tantalizing. The poor beast is probably overcome with desire for it, and it's just mere inches away... but still, it's not 'til that next wink comes that he very sharply and roughly slams his hips downwards. The resulting *smack* sends droplets of equine juice spraying out in little droplets in the small crevice formed between the drake's groin and his mare's cunt. It also gets a sharp hiss followed by a loud and very, *very* happy purr from the dragon.
*Agarus Greaves:* The tension was absolutely agonising as that narrow little creature clambered up his back end - graceful enough that it did not slip on his overabundant leakage - and lay across him as it lined up their mismatched genitalia. 'Sqirch-sqirch-sqirch', he couldn't help it, the centaur's hungry pussy clenched again and again, drawing his clit up as though desperate and reaching for contact. Those sharp, probing pokes were just the prelude and it almost made the big stallion groan out in frustration, if he had the time to do so. Fortunately, however, his trembling anticipation was violently cut short.
Absolute rapture. The timing of that violating plunge was so adept that those barbs scored across his bulging clitoris and sent the horse-man's inner flesh into absolute spasms. The squeeze of that lewd wink didn't abate, but instead tightened in an unstable tremble that was echoed right up the centaur's body. A strained noise hissed between his clenched teeth and his humanoid torso arched back more than a little. The relief was so powerful that it almost sent him rocketing to climax right there, but as the stars burst before his eyes the sensation ebbed just slightly, and his searing, succulent cunt slackened gently into the most deliciously soft grip. Part of him was glad. The intensity was almost too much to bear.
Beads of sweat trickled anew down his chiselled front, and when he caught his breath again he cast a bleary look over his shoulder. He couldn't quite see the dragon's head, but he could see that snaking body draped over his back and down his rump. He could definitely also feel that incredible little prick inside him. What it lacked it size it certainly made up for in texture, and Agarus was more than eager to have it rut him proper.
*Arthit:* Arthit, under different circumstances, would have happily taken his time and introduced his admittedly strange phallus to a new partner with care and timing. Or, at the very least, he would've helped them adjust to being penetrated. The same way any creature would. There's numerous reasons why he didn't bother with that this time, though. This time was incredibly and altogether different, and slamming himself right on in was the only way that he really could have done it. More importantly, it was the only way that he cared to do it. That mare pussy was prostrated and waved right in front of him, and buy the time he seized it, he's been sniffing those overpowering pheromones for a solid two minutes or so. He wasn't in any position to restrain himself. Then he thought about whether or not his lover'd have it any other way... if he's half horse, then the answer would seem to be 'no, he wouldn't.' There's horses in the lands that he comes from as well, and yeah, he's occasionally been bored enough to watch them go at it. He's been bored enough before to fall asleep for a decade at a time. Anyway, foreplay doesn't seem to be much of a concept to them. They just go straight for it... and in comparison to an equine member, Arthit's, well, a little underhung.
That's not to say that it's inconsiderable, though. Oh dear, it's quite possibly the epitome of that 'size of the ship' idiom. Consider a dog his size and what they'd come equipped with, though, and he'd outclass them. But what he lacks in size as compared to a horse, he makes for in excess with contours, ridges, textures-- his anatomy in general. Everything about it seems to be put together by only the most clever minds to suit absolutely anything he'd care to mount. The slight, upwards curve of it; the pointy tip; the steep, but soft ridges along its sizes, and most curiously, those barbs. They're less like barbs and more like, well, thorns, really. But they're blunted. And then bend, indeed rubbery and fleshy. Now what they do to that poor, winked clitoris while he's ramming in should be beyond words. He'd clenched as well before shoving down, so there was all that excess blood flexing his cock, which in turn made those barbs really /stand out/. Six of them in total, shortest up front and longest in the middle, all battering that most sensitive of places in turn. It's really no surprised that the mare climaxed just like that.
It turns out that there's some little mechanism in the dragon's subconscious that says 'did she just cum? Now's YOUR TURN too.' But ah, even as incredible as that cunt feels, with all the steaming juices in it and that incredible, strong musculature inside clenching on him, he just hasn't stimulated himself enough to trigger that response. But he knows the solution! He withdraws his hips just as quick as he'd shoved in, and into that climaxing sex, he humps viciously. Hard, shallow humps, quick like the beating of a hummingbird's wings, making sharp, wet 'slapslapslapslapslap' sounds. One more feature of that draconic phallus makes itself known: the swelling near the base of it, the three lobes of knot, one positioned downward for the love of quadrupeds, rapidly expanding. There's approximately three or four short thrusts before the thing's fully erect, and his mentality tricks him into thinking that he can't withdraw it when it's trapped behind that tensed clit and those outward lips. Another hiss and a little, high squawk, and the eager little breeder's cock erupts, spraying with such velocity and volume that it feels like a stream and a splash of ludicrously thick, tingly seed. It goes straight through that cervix it's so strong, and splashes delightfully into that fertile chamber.
*Agarus Greaves:* The big stallion hadn't climaxed, but Arthit could have definitely been forgiven for thinking so with the way the horse's box had squeezed and chewed toothlessly on the first thrust. That said, however, the situation was quickly remedied. Those sharp, mercilessly rapid pumps of the dragon's hips set Agarus's broad and muscled rear ablaze with overstimulation. There was a lot of depth that the small dragon wasn't plumbing, but that didn't matter. The stallion's most sensitive spots were shallow in his body, and Arthit was hitting them all just right. Those slippery barbs buzzed across his clit just right when he clenched - which he did as often and with as much strength as he could summon - and every now and then the head would jab a deliciously pleasurable spot just a couple inches in. The sheer, cunt-churning barrage stole his breath, then made him grasp blindly for a solid tree trunk just ahead before he was forced explosively into an intensely cathartic orgasm.
The shudder that rippled up his powerful body was so strong that it shook droplets of sweat from him, and his jaw hung agape in mind-numbing satisfaction. To think that something so small could elicit that kind of feeling in something so big was incredible. He barely registered the bulge of that tight knot, and only became aware of the slick friction against his clit just a moment before the handsome little dragon blew inside him like a geyser.
The first shot was so strong that it stung the stallion's pleasure-loosened cervix and spattered in a wide spray on the other side, tainting his womb with fat droplets of nigh-gelatinous spunk. The sensation made the centaur start, his whole body jerking almost off the ground. He barked too, with a sound that trailed off into a desperately needful groan when he realised what it was. His heat was a raging inferno, and in his mind that injection of reptilian seed might as well have hissed and steamed as it doused his rampant fertility - so potent was the reaction inside his egg-laden belly. More, long jets of the slimy, powerful stuff were deposited in him and the heavier, and more dense his equine under-gut got the greater the flood of hormones and feel-good chemicals that washed through his body.
The result was pure, unadulterated gratification and the centaur just closed his eyes and soaked it all in, finally finding relief.
*Arthit:* If it's true that the first, initial response that he'd gotten after his initial entry wasn't actually the other climaxing, then the actual climax would've, it would seem, been enough to buck the little dragon right off the centaur's equine half with its intensity. Were he not secured so strongly by convulsing and gripping muscle, and by the topography of his own prick doing it's job and making sure he's not going anywhere 'til the guy's completely and utterly seeded. Not that he actually would've gone flying or anything, but suffice to say on something that's shuddering so hard, and with legs that're only as long as his own, keeping a grip had become a struggle of its own. So maybe he'll be forgiven when his pointy claws're added to the mix. They don't cut, but it's a feeling like dragging the dull eye of a needle across one's skin. Perhaps the fellow will appreciate it as an enhancement to all the other powerful feelings that're running through his body.
It'd seem logical to hold on to one of the horse legs underneath him with his long tail, but no, the long thing's high up in the air as leverage to keep his hips down nice and secure, to keep him balanced and to keep his hips, like a fulcrum, positioned upwards just right. That perfect angle, the one that lines the tip of his phallus up with the destination of his seed. As a matter of reflex, the little drake's hips continue to shudder and pulse, to shove down blissfully against the plump, swollen lips and be repelled by the force of plain soft tissue when he lets up. Not that there's really anything plain about it, but... in any case, if the mare's only getting more heated with an orgasm, he's not slowing down one bit either. That first blast, of course, will always be the strongest. But the subsequent ones are damn close, and each one adds to the overall volume of spunk being sprayed deep inside. So, the ones prior that'd left some outside of that womb? The seed from the next washes it right inside.
Of course it must necessarily not sit for too long. The stuff comes out steamingly hot, and despite its viscosity, it runs nice and easy. Albeit much the same way that syrup will run, even if it's reduced a little too much. But, and mercifully, it cools relatively quickly. And once it does, well, suffice to say it's neither moving nor coming back out. Only washing off from the internal walls that it clings to when comes another wave of draconic seed to blast it off. Apparently, whatever base that stuff's composed of, it doesn't much care for the feminine liquids inside. It'll repel it outright and hold its ground. It's a tough thing to describe, but it's fierce, and it's just made, much like the cock that it came from, to get whatever needs breeding bred.
Once things calm down a little, Arthit himself is allowed to calm down and loosen his grip. Resign into the rhythm of pulse after slightly weaker pulse. Already, he can feel the other's cooling down as well, and he feels good about himself for being the one to provide it. Like he's some kind've philanthropist or something, doing the horse-man a favor. It dawns on him that he might not be held so secure as he thinks, so, he tests the grip that those internal muscles really have on him by withdrawing his hips an extra couple've inches... a loud, wet pop and presumably a rush of mixed liquids spilling over is the result, but still, he'd managed to tug that knot out so soon. Drake grins to himself, redoubles his grip and shoves it right back in with some effort, but oh is that something to keep in mind for next time. "T-there you have it... your need salved, eh? Or isn't that enough
*Agarus Greaves:* These were the moments that Agarus lived for - primal satisfaction - and it made the week-long build up *almost* worth the struggle. His distended womb radiated warmth, not heat, through him and tingled a deep-bass note from the strange quality of that dragonic seed. "Ugh- Fuckin' Gods..." He cursed under his breath, yet the dopey smile on his face stood out in clear contrast.
By the time he was getting filled to capacity, however, that smile had slackened and instead his brow furrowed anew. Just *how* fertile was this slender, scaly godsend? The stallion's belly grew uncomfortably bloated, then achingly so as more and more of the sludge was packed into him and sealed inside. His greedy cunt gulped every drop, though, and all of it went exactly where it was supposed to. Mostly, anyway. The final few pulses proved to be the straw that broke the centaur's back, and his overstuffed cervix was puckered out so lewdly with pressure that it couldn't help but burp and burble a morsel of the pearly ooze back into his pussy, which then gushed out with his slick fluids as the dragon slurped that knot free.
"No it's- It's enough." He huffed, planting a palm back on his equine flank. There were no visible outer signs of his swollen womb, but the massive male could definitely feel it in there. The tingling, too, was growing in a way that made him slightly uneasy. "For now, anyhow." He grunted, then turned his head to try to peer back. "Yer a surprisin' lit-" Ag paused there, hesitating on using the word 'little'. He didn't know just what sort of creature he was dealing with, after all. "Yer a surprisin' fella, eh? Last thing I expected to meet out here was a dragon."
*Arthit:* It's surprising that he'd came enough to fill that womb. Very surprising, in fact. True enough that with partners closer to his own size category, a significant amount of the stuff ends up somewhere other than inside. On the ground or wherever, or on the partner themselves. But this is the first time he's been with something of this size and he's actually felt like he's completely fulfilled the needs of the thing's womb, much less done so in excess. He'll chalk this one up to the astounding and overwhelming heat that he's been huffing all this time, and to the centaur's incredible way of doing things. Inside, outside, the way he looks, everything. It might just be that they come from two very different worlds and were made of very different persuasions, but oh dear if that did anything but make it a thousand times better.
Perhaps it really was the primal aspect of it. The vast majority of Arthit's partners, despite the superstitions and the way he's rather hunted for capture in his homeland, are humanoid. If they're not humans, then they're certainly human/oids/. And those're the kind of people that pay so much formality to the act. Everything has some kind of time and place, and there's such an emphasis on the understated and the romantic... it frankly gets very tiring, although not tiring enough for him to quit doing it, after a number of decades and centuries. It was definitely a different story here though. It was incredibly more raw and feral, everything about it. It's why he still hasn't completely pulled out, although there's just the thinnest drops of spare seed leaking from the end of his phallus now. Even those barbs have softened and gone flaccid by now. Knot's beginning to soften up a little... eventually, he pulls out, and the softness of his shrinking cock lets the rest of it fall free on the slickness of excess liquids. It's another lewd, sexual noise, and a dull slap against the marebits when he tries to correct and pull out more slowly, only succeeding in smacking the already out thing against them.
Usually, around this time he'd dismount and, if there was nothing left to say, he'd just be on his way. But he's not going to do just that, this time. Instead, he climbs forward a little. Perched with a little more restfulness and leeway low on but atop the centaur's back. He grins though, apparently having caught the inclination to call him 'little'. He doesn't mind it so much, although, not for the reasons expected. He likes it because being small means he's ofttimes underestimated. It's easy to exceed expectations, especially when they start so low. "'S there even dragons at all here? ... I came from another land, wherein I'm a unique thing. There're similar things, but nothing exactly alike. You're precisely what I came looking for, though." Smalltalks hard when one doesn't speak the language with the same familiarity, and they've just done something like that. But he's trying
*Agarus Greaves:* It was another relief when the little dragon pulled out and left Agarus's raw, spent pussy to steam and leak all by itself in the cool autumn air. His tail remained high exactly for that sensation. "I ain't ever seen one, no." He rumbled, then shuffled on his hooves to turn slightly. It was no use, really, since the creature was perched on his back. He was never going to catch sight of it's face that way. "There's stories, though. An' not just tall ones, I gather." He stopped then for a moment, then heaved a long sigh to re-centre himself. Gathering his wits wasn't easy in the aftershocks of such a sudden and violently potent mating. That, and the tingling deep in his gut was even now still creeping up in intensity. It was like the stuff was effervescent, even though he would quite firmly assume otherwise. Who knew what lurid characteristics dragon-spunk had, though?
"Thanks fer, uh, helpin' me with that. I was really at the end of my rope." His tone wasn't awkward, yet still held the slight tentativeness of making a new acquaintance. "Yer a real firecracker, huh? Ain't come so hard in years..." He strained to look back with his usual grin, "Yuh wanna come up front so I can see yuh?" Though the big stallion had been bred as thoroughly as he ever had been he assumed the load wouldn't take. In his experience his trysts with reptiles and other wildly-differing species usually didn't bear any fruit. Mammals were a different story, of course, and his gut was always receptive to warm-blooded seed. Memories of a certain canine were proof of that.
"Ugh. My gut's ticklin' like hell. Don't suppose that's normal fer yuh?" He grunted, somewhat sheepishly. It was a definite understatement. His broad belly was absolutely fizzing, and it made his thick hide prickle with cold sweat.
*Arthit:* Sometime around when he cranes his neck around and takes a gander at the literal steam rising from around the long, straight for of the equine's tail, he thinks to himself about how he should've prolonged the act. This isn't the right time for a round two, even if he's completely capable of one, and oh does he want to take advantage of his own libido. There's just something about the bestially salacious that's so very much more enticing than the pristine and delicate sex that he's usually presented with. Picturing it was definitely not the right route to self control, painting for himself a mental picture of what it looks like now after he's done the deed with it, but somehow, he maintains his composure anyway. Although in the future, when they're familiar with one another, that may not be the case.
So, dragons are rare in this land to. And from what can discern, they're different in form and factor. Decidedly different. The depictions he's seen, while crude, described something he wasn't expecting, and something that he doesn't quite have the wherewithal to describe as a familiar 'dragon'. Not something unlikable, certainly, but still something unfamiliar. Of course now that he's heard, from possibly the most worldly creature he'll meet in these woods, that they're incredibly rare, his secondary goal for visiting these lands has gone on hold. If he happens upon one, maybe he'll take the opportunity to introduce himself. But until then, he feels decently certain that he'll be satisfied with the likes of this centaur and its ilk. "Yeh... I haven't heard hide nor hair of them. And I'm further inland than I'd anticipated to not find their trace." The little thing shrugs, although the gesture will be lost to Agarus, and then he obligingly turns to face off the side of the equine's body, and hops down nimbly.
He slips up front so the two of them can face one another. When he rears onto his hind legs and plants his tail for support, he comes up a little further. At right about four and a half feet tall, his neck and head included. His tall horns give the impression of a slightly larger creature, but to anything that is really analyzing him, they'll know to account for the illusion. "'S what everyone says. Some get frightful for some reason, but it's just what it feels like. You'll acclimate to 't, but 's not going away for a day or two-- it just means it's working", he says through another grin.
*Agarus Greaves:* Arthit was a decidedly beautiful critter in comparison to the muck and dull, moulting trees in that stretch of the forest. When Agarus set eyes - cleared now from their haze of lust - on the slender thing he couldn't help but feel a stab of something in his chest. Awed aesthetic appreciation? Perhaps. Then again it might have been a more instinctual affection for the creature that had deposited an intimate part of themselves inside his body. Though not the romantic type the centaur did often indulge in those feelings of attachment to his partners, and always held a special disposition for them. That was certainly not to say he was against traditional, lasting love - it was just exceedingly rare that he met anyone who was suitable for such a bond. He was a creature of the wild, after all, and his brazenly indulgent behaviour wasn't shared or sympathised by many. On the flip-side, there were few who met his own, stringent standards.
"Aye. Yuh'll have a tough time findin' em. Yer best bet is prob'ly to head deeper into the woods. All sorts of things can be found in there. Dangerous, though. Real dangerous." His tone was mildly distracted as he spoke, and his forehoof scuffed slightly at the ground in an absent display of agitation. There was no doubt about what was keeping the 'taur worked up, and his next words confirmed it. "Workin'? Aw, damn. It's definitely doin' somethin' in there." To his surprise his sweat hadn't abated. He dripped with it, and frowned desperately in discomfort. The realisation that the feeling was his belly being actively *fertilised* sent a shock of prickling heat up his spine. "Shit. I'm gonna get knocked up?" He grunted, brow knotted as he continued to fidget. The intensity of it made him feel vulnerable, slightly ashamed. For such a large and powerful creature that was certainly something. "How many?"
*Arthit:* It's entirely possible that Arthit only exists as a result of attention to aesthetic, in fact. His likeness, in varying styles, is frequently carved and used to adorn the streets, houses, and shrines of his homeland. Which has frequently come in useful, when in the evening hours he needs a place to hide, all he'd have to do is strike a pose and hold it adamantly. Some would stop to marvel at the realism of the newly erected sculpture, but none would suspect anything 'til it went missing. There's also just something intrinsically likable about him. His mannerisms, the surprisingly soothing tone of his voice or the comforting look that he's sure to keep in his eyes. A large part of it's his silver tongue which, even if he's not trying to be persuasive, often is at least convincing or placating. And then there's the, er, paternal aspect. Perhaps Agarus' draw to him his partially instinctual. Far be it from him to think less of that; he'd never look a gift horse in the mouth, no pun intended.
"... 'Real' dangerous? That's... foreboding. I'll abstain for now." He says, his grin fading. What could be more dangerous in there? Crossing overland the most threatening thing he'd encountered thus far was some curious wolf which, however giant it may've been, was only just curious and easy to tell of. Then there was that one bear, which he'd squawked at viciously and sent up a tree. That was around the time, of course, that he'd decided to make like a kite and spent the majority of his time well above the forest floor.
Between his thighs, his dragonhood's gone decidedly more flaccid, although it's only just beginning to withdraw back into its internal sheath. When it does, that's when he stops displaying it openly. He plants his front legs again and it can only just be spotted through both front and hind legs. His grin, which was just fading, at least becomes a smile again. Something tells him that the other doesn't altogether mind having his young, but it wasn't expected. 'Surprise', he thinks to himself, but he definitely wouldn't say that aloud. "I'm not the limiting thing. 'S many as you've got the... uh... fecundity? --To have. You've had some seasons that went unfulfilled though, 's gonna be lots." What he won't mention is that a part of all that tingling is some very active seed doing its thing and helping to kick those egg-making organs into overtime. It's like tea or coffee for the womb, and it's why the humans he's spent times with are inordinately likely to have twins, even triplets.
*Agarus Greaves:* The stallion, at first, seemed somewhat dismayed. Lots? Pregnancy was a bothersome burden at best, and horrendously crippling at worst. It sounded, and felt, like this one was pushing firmly towards the latter. His libido was always kicked into overdrive, too, when he bore foals. Nothing near the intensity of his heat, of course, but it was a nagging itch that grew with the size of his gut. Certainly not something that could be remedied with some desperate rubbing against a tree. Considerate sires had, in the past, stayed with him to assuage his needs. Something about this creature seemed to suggest their motives were otherwise, though. Despite his reassuring smile Arthit seemed a flighty sort of sprite on the outside. Many stories of dragons painted them as fickle, too. Agarus didn't fancy his chances too much.
"Ah." He grunted, a little abrupt. After a moment he growled a sigh, "Yeah, I s'pose it's been a couple years since my season last got done." His gruff demeanour didn't last too long, though, before he settled into a slightly tired smirk. It was hard to stay too down with a belly full of seed and in the face of the dragon's own upbeat tone. "Are yuh settin' off now?" He rumbled, with his usual good nature. "Or did yuh wanna stay fer somethin' to eat? I live pretty near here, an' I was 'bout to grab myself some grub. Plenty goin' spare, if yuh feelin' up fer the company." In truth he was really quite curious about just what Arthit might be, and where he had come from. Agarus had seen plenty of very strange things in the wood, but this critter was different in a way he had never witnessed. He was eager to pry the dragon for his story. Sloppy seconds would just be an additional benefit to conversation, of course.
*Arthit:* Those stories are right. It's exceedingly uncommon for them to be loyal or considerate, even and especially the things that they've just spent time in bed with. Or not in bed, but out in the middle of the forest, well, the point remains that if this were an ordinary partner, he would have bid the fella adieu and hopped off looking for his next paramour. Hoping that it was better than the previous. But since he's encountered something of a wall- the woods ahead are dangerous and he's tempted by the notion of getting to repeat that mating again -he doesn't feel entirely ready to proceed in his quest. And frankly, the sex was just too spectacular for him to not show his appreciation by sparing his company. Besides, there's a secondary motive. One that he's not altogether certain of himself, one that doesn't seem conscious, but definitely one that he'll possibly want fulfilled of Agarus does, indeed, prove to be just the right kind of person. The criteria are indeed stringent. But he's met so many of them already.
So, the little drake nods deeply and rises to a stand again. Between his thighs, the dragon's shaft is completely withdraw. Something tells him, though, that if he's to let the centaur take point and walk behind him, from his perspective he'll be staring right at those lovely parts. It might not remain hidden for long after all. "Yeh, I'd like that. You're the best thing I've met out here so far, so, I won't be on my way so soon. I would visit either way... it'll be a surprise what the product of today is. 'Aven't met anything that makes dragons yet." He says, sounding like his hopes are up.
*Agarus Greaves:* As he trotted on ahead Agarus made no special effort to display his rut-sloppy pussy. Occasional glimpses were inevitable, though, and the trickling warmth of their leftover fluids eased their way down the centaur's inner thighs along the way. Truth was that he, too, was pondering slightly on the nature of their offspring. Less pondering though, and more touching on the thought with apprehension. He was the one who would be carrying them, after all. "Heh, well thanks I s'pose. Yer certainly the 'best' thing I could'a hoped to bump in to, too. Yuh'know, considerin' my condition." It was mildly curious, really. His heat wasn't usually quashed so abruptly. It often dragged on for a little time after his seeding. 'Usually' and 'often', in this case, meaning 'always'. Somehow, though, the dragon's intense fluids had doused it entirely. In its place was left an itch that was almost as maddening. One that made him sweat no less, at least.
"Jus' 'round here." He rumbled, scraping grooves into the soft dirt as he crested a small ridge. On the other side Agarus's home could be spotted. It was nothing too impressive - a broad, leather canvas of sorts stretched between a couple of trees and nestled against an outcropping of rock. Perhaps it was traditional that centaurs resided in tents. It was suited to their bulky form, and there was only one individual to sample from, after all. The stallion didn't pause as he led Arthit down towards it.
"Here we go." Brushing the front flap aside he stepped in. Once the dragon followed he would see that the place was rather well-equipped for such a flimsy-seeming structure. A large fire pit took up the centre, which fed its smoke up through a hole at the apex of the conical 'ceiling'. A couple of pieces of rudimentary furniture lined the wall, too; all pretty robust, and yet some surprisingly well-crafted. The centaur busied himself with a rack of dried meat, then fussed over some sacks of vegetables. "Make yerself at home. Don't s'pose yuh could light the fire?" | A Timely Benefactor - Roleplay Log by Greaves | [
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*The warning about the 'kitchen sink' at the beginning of the last chapter still stands.*
*I am just a worthless liar. I am just an imbecile.
I will only complicate you. Trust in me and fall as well.
I will find a center in you. I will chew it up and leave.
I will work to elevate you just enough to bring you down*
—Sober *by* Tool, Undertow
Jackie looked down at the large puddle of cum that was beginning to soak into the satin sheets, and said, "Wow, we certainly made a mess. I don't think I've seen that much cum from one dick before."
Karen replied, "We really should clean it up before it stains. Slut!"
"Yes Domina?"
Pointing at the congealing mess at her knees, Karen commanded, "Clean that."
"Yes Domina. I'll get a towel."
"Don't bother with towels, Slut. Slurp it up!"
Looking distastefully at the coagulating pool of slimy, white glop, she hesitated.
"I said slurp it up, Slut." Karen repeated slowly, and in a tone of cool malice.
Hearing Karen's warning rattle, Slut busied herself licking up Connor's leavings.
Karen and Jackie came out from beneath the table to stand with Denise. All three of them stared seductively at me, and crooked a finger. Denise patted the table top, while saying, "Your turn Tiberius."
I was about to take them up on their offer when a blood-curdling scream echoed throughout the club.
"What the fuck was that?!" several members exclaimed at once.
Several others opined, "It sounded like it came from the specialty rooms."
I muttered to no one in particular, "What next, first fighting and now this. Maybe we pushed too hard." Then a thought came into my head, and I asked loudly, "Where are the twins?"
"We're right here," they answered in unison from somewhere behind me, and with an irritatingly snotty tone.
"Very well. I assume, then, you're not the architects of this latest fiasco."
They began protesting my accusations but I threw up a hand, stopping them in mid-whine.
I was about to send a slave to investigate when one of the club Dominants came running into the grotto.
The Dominants were also special club members. They totaled six, four males and two females, and alternated their schedules so that at least three would always be working each night. Calling themselves the Dungeon Masters, they were specialists in bondage, punishment and sadomasochism, and expertly plied their trade for any member who enjoyed the controlling arts of submission and discipline. Mostly, they kept to the Caligula Grotto.
Early on in the clubs history, Gabby had become an honorary Dungeon Master, and with one of the other female Dommes, spent much of the time tormenting the cuckold husbands, including her own. Phil was a Caligula regular.
The Dominant fast approaching me was decked out in his typical leather attire, minus the hood he wore when plying his trade. A panicked and horrified look was plastered across his face.
Slightly breathless, he said, "It...it's terrible Tiberius. I-I don't know how it could have happened. We're always so careful around her."
"De Vries, just slow down, take a breath, and explain."
"It's Gregor. He..." De Vries stopped in midsentence.
Two security guards approached us while supporting the other Dom between them. They essentially carried the Dom forward by his arms, while letting his feet drag along the floor. The injured Dom covered his groin with his hands.
Even though he still wore his hood, I could tell by the way he held his hands and by the rigidity of his body that he was in immense pain. I could also tell from the placement of his hands what had happened.
The two guards laid the Dominant at my feet.
"Show me Gregor."
When he removed his hands, some of the members gasped in horror at the sight, while most laughed cruelly at poor Gregor's misfortune. None laughed more wickedly than the twins, and between sadistic laughter they taunted him in unison with even more sadistic banter. "Look at the itsy bitsy, teeny tiny dick! It's such an itty bitty pee-pee, now. snicker Poor Gregor better find a woman with a little dick fetish, or it's no more fucky-fuck for him. Yeah, a woman with a major, teeny tiny dick fetish. You won't even get a Chihuahua off with that teeny dick, Gregor."
Gregor was one of the few belonging to the club whose cock rivaled mine in size. What I now saw between his legs was an abomination compared to his former virility. His cock, once thick and long, was no more the size of a corn nubbin. It was beet red in color as if it burned with an internal flame, while a thick, yellow fluid wept and crusted about the tip.
Gregor looked up at me and pleaded in a raspy tone of pain, "Fix me Tiberius. You have the power. Please! I beg you, fix me!"
"Haven't I made it perfectly clear to everyone that Domina Gloria's pussy is not to be violated? Didn't you learn anything from when the last member tried to fuck her?"
"Please Tiberius. It was an error...an accident. It won't happen again. Please! I'm begging you, fix me!"
"I'm sorry Gregor. A curse is a curse, and I won't lift it. You knew my proclamation going in, and have no one but yourself to blame." Turning to the rest of the members, I said loudly over their nervous chatter, "Let this be a lesson and a warning to you all. If any of you attempt to fuck Domina Gloria, with or without her permission, this will be the inevitable result."
Turning back to De Vries, I inquired quietly, "How is Domina?"
"She's quite shaken up, Master, but other than that, fine."
"Very well, see to her needs."
"She's still hanging in leather restraints. Should I take her down?"
"No. It will be better for her if you keep doing things the way you were. See to her needs, and tell her I'll be along shortly."
Suddenly, I heard laughter break out, along with the sound of trickling water. Turning around I saw the reason for the laughter and the sound. The twins were squatting over Gregor's prostrate form and urinating on him. His leather hood and hair were drenched, and a large puddle was already spreading out from him along the marble floor.
I exploded, "Enough of these fucking outrages to me house! Get the fuck out of my sight, the both of you!"
Even though a heavy stream still flowed from them, they cut it off in an instant and fled into the gathered crowd when they heard my anger.
I said to the two guards, "Pick him up and cover him in one of our spare togas. Call a cab and have him dropped off at the nearest hospital. Not that there's much they'll be able to do for him, except maybe ease his pain. Make sure you use the back ally. I don't want any of the protesting idiots out front seeing his condition."
Karen slid up next to me, and said as she looked at the large, warm, puddle of urine, "What a mess. Slut! More clean up for that devilish tongue of yours!"
Having seen what actually happens at Roman Wilderness when someone breaks rules or disobeys, Slut didn't hesitate and began slurping up the urine.
Turning to a male slave, I commanded, "You, Antonius, help her clean up that piss. When you get most of it up, find Mr. Portnoy and ask him for a mop and bucket. I want the marble spotless and dry before we begin again."
"Yes Dominus."
As Slut and Antonius slurped up what urine they could with their mouths, I kissed Karen's cheek, and said, "We're such a cruel masters, aren't we my love."
"And it always makes me wet."
Smiling at her, I squeezed her ass playfully, and commanded, "Make sure you have Slut clean herself and wash her mouth out before we have our fun with her."
"Of course, my sweet."
"Good. Now I should tend to Gloria."
"Wait. The table. We were going to give you a reward."
"The moment has past, my love. She'll need my attention after what happened."
"What am I supposed to do while you tend to the snot?"
"You have free reign, my love. Anything goes. Remember? You and Denise should have Connor fuck your faces, after he fucks your asses."
"But I want you," she continued to whine. Seeing my exasperated look, however, she relented. "Alright. Fine. See to the little brat. But promise me you'll get her out of the spiteful mood she's in."
"You're not helping the mood when you rub her nose into her problems. So stop it!" When she lowered her eyes, I added, "Why don't you join some of Jackie's games while I'm tending this other matter. It will be fun for you."
Jackie chimed in, excitedly, "Yeah Karen, join me. Sara put a hold on the tit job contest. Now everyone can watch us. Let's both enter. It'll be just like the old days, you and me, side by side. And then, the battle of tits will begin, and it doesn't end until one of them comes."
Karen donned an annoyed smile, making it look more like a grimace. "First Tiberius and his Kubrick references and now you with Princess Bride, will my torments ever stop?"
Jackie smiled and winked at me.
Slut asked from her knees, "Domina, the floor is nearly clean. What would you like from me? Should I go with Dominus?"
"He'll be fine on his own. Come find me after everything is spotless. I may need you."
Slut beamed the cutest smile, full of deference but with just a pinch of mischievousness, and said slowly, "As. You. Wish. My Domina."
"Really? All of you now? Slaves and courtesans alike. My nightmares are just beginning. Just fuck me stupid until I forget this fresh hell. "Okay Jackie, lead the way. And tell me what you have planned after the tit job contest?"
Jackie's voice faded as the two walked away, "You're going to love it. International Women's Day done to the song Calendar..."
Making my way to the back of the club was always time consuming. It wasn't the long walk through the cavernous grotto as much as having to stop and greet the members I met along the way.
All those I passed wanted to introduce themselves and pay their respects to me. As host, I felt obligated to spend a few moments with each person or group, shaking their hands and asking if they were enjoying themselves.
I was making good progress through the grotto, when I ran into Kento Nanayama, the Japanese industrialist, accompanied by a small entourage of friends and geishas. Kento was a regular at our satellite club in Tokyo. Usually loath to leave his native lands, even on business, he had made it a point of honor to come to this special gathering of Roman Wilderness when he received our invitation.
I spent some time talking with him and thanking him for finally visiting us. He marveled at the opulence of our club, and wished we would do the same to the one in his home city. I told him that would be out of the question, for he would never again honor us with his presence in the States. Although always having a serious look, even during heights of sexual revelry, Kento's face lit up with great pride when I told him that. Before leaving him, he begged me if he could buy Jackie's services for the Tokyo club. I just laughed and told him to ask her himself.
I continued on my trek through the grotto, and as I neared the entrance to the back rooms, a married couple approached me. I recognized them, but couldn't remember their names. Their arms were wrapped around a young girl's waist as she walked between them.
"Tiberius, such an honor," the husband said as they stopped in front of me, "Claude Wintergarden. You may remember my wife, Vivian."
The light bulb finally went on over my head. "Of course. Now, if I remember correctly, the talented Mrs. Wintergarden won one of Domina Jackie's contests a few months ago. Tell me Vivian, just how many men did you suck off to completion in those fifteen minutes?"
Vivian blushed at my praise, and said, excitedly, "Oh Tiberius, such an honor you would still remember. It was twentyne. I even beat Domina Denise by three."
"My word! To blow that many stiff cocks in so short a time is astounding to be sure, but to best Domina Denise in a game of oral skill... Well, that record is bound to hold up for a while. Beauty mixed with that kind of talent is a rare quality, indeed. Claude is a very lucky man."
"Oh thank you, Tiberius," she responded, blushing once again.
"Now tell me, who is this charming creature accompanying you? Do I see a family resemblance?"
"This is our daughter, Sasha," Claude answered proudly. "She just turned eighteen. Both her mother and I are so excited we could bring her to Wilderness for her first time, and on such an important night."
"Greetings Sasha. Such a beautiful name for a very beautiful young woman." Massaging her young, firm breasts and putting the young girl in sexual blush, I added, "And I can see why your parents are so proud. Welcome and happy birthday."
Sasha responded breathlessly, "Thank you, Sir."
"Tiberius," Vivian whispered quickly as a correction.
"Thank you, Tiberius," Sasha repeated.
Winking at Vivian, I asked, "Tell me Sasha, have you been attending night school with your mother, learning all of her special oral tricks? It's rare to be taught by a supreme mistress of cocksucking."
Vivian answered for her daughter, "Oh yes Tiberius, Claude and I have been developing her talents over the past six months or so. We think she's quite good, but tonight's her real test."
"Wonderful! It's important to teach your children correct bed artistry when they're young."
Just then, one of the male slaves came up to us with full goblets of wine. Taking an offered goblet from the tray, Vivian asked, excitedly, "Tiberius, you would do Claude and me a great honor if... I mean... Can we have Sasha suck your cock? Or maybe you'd like to fuck her in the ass. She's turning into quite a little anal angel. Claude is astonished how tight she is, even after taking two or three large ones though the sphincter. Though, I don't suppose you have to worry about loose assholes with your member. How silly of me to mention that. Anyway, we would love to hear your expert opinion on our training."
"Nothing would give me greater pleasure my dear lady, but I must attend to Domina Gloria, and I like to remain fresh until I do. However, may I watch her suck off my slave? Could she do me that honor?"
"Of course, Tiberius," both mother and father responded with pride.
Mother primped at Sasha's face and hair for a moment, making sure she put her best foot forward, and then said to her, "Don't be nervous. Remember what I taught you, slow and steady with just the right amount of suction, and don't forget to tongue the head. And when you have enough spit on his cock, what will you do?"
Sasha rolled her eyes while answering, "I'll use my hand with my mouth, but not too much because that would be cheating. Mom, I've done this a million times already."
Vivian smiled, "I'm just making sure. It's important this goes well. The Emperor is watching." She kissed her daughter on the lips for luck, and said, "Now suck slave cock for mother."
The dutiful daughter dropped to her knees in front of the slave, lifted his still flaccid cock, and pulled it fully into her mouth. She continued holding his cock by the base while slowly bobbing her head. The slave's cock quickly hardened from her skillful attentions. When she felt that his cock could stand out straight on its own, she let go of his member and gripped his buttocks while continuing to bob her mouth along his shaft.
Her rhythm was unvarying, just an easy glide along his cock pushing her lips to a little passed mid-shaft, and then back to the base of the glans. Along with the easy glide, she added a little head tilt, tipping her head to the left when she pulled him in, and then to the right on the withdrawal. She never once pulled him completely out, keeping her lips tightly wrapped around the shaft. Even when a small drop of saliva escaped from the corner of her mouth, suggesting her mouth was being flooded with drool, she never let go with her mouth, finding a way to swallow while sucking.
Mother touched daughter's slightly sunken cheek, and said, "See Tiberius, just the right amount of suction to press the cheeks and lips against his shaft and head at the right moments. That's the secret to good cocksucking. Too little suction doesn't provide enough stimulation for the man, and too much could deaden the glans."
"Yes. Wonderful technique. You've taught her well. And how is she at eating pussy?"
Vivian smiled wickedly, and answered, "Almost as good as sucking cock."
"I'll have to introduce her to Vipsania. Maybe both mother and daughter can give my wife a treat together."
"Oh thank you, Tiberius. That *would* be a great honor for us."
The slave groaned loudly as Sasha brought a hand into play. Using a light grip, she slid her hand along his slickened shaft in long, slow strokes in coordination with her mouth.
It wasn't long before her technique was too much for the slave. Feeling his orgasm was imminent, Sasha abruptly slowed her head bob. Moments later, a thick trickle of cum emerged at the corners of her mouth, ran down her chin, and fell lightly onto her young breasts. She didn't release his cock until it went completely soft in her mouth.
I praised the young woman and thanked her parents for the demonstration before moving on.
As I made my way out of the pleasure grotto and into the specialty area, Ray Vaughn's *The House is Rockin'* was abruptly stopped, and replaced with *Calendar Girl* by Neil Sedaka. I just shook my head at the selection, particularly after cutting Stevie off so rudely in mid-solo, but I guess Jackie's International Woman's Day had finally begun.
Unlike the pleasure grotto, the back rooms of the club had muted lighting. It was just bright enough to keep from stumbling into walls or other members, but nothing more. The irregular illumination surrounding the specialty grottos produced a wonderful macabre contrast and atmosphere. Shadows danced in various corners as one moved along, and what with the various specialty rooms lining either side of the meandering main corridor, one got the flavor of traversing a carnival funhouse.
Right at the partition between the back rooms and the pleasure grotto, I had Portnoy construct about eight opened stalls, arraigned back to back. These stalls were used for glory holes. I always liked to stop for a moment to see the women—and men—indulging, dining...luxuriating on anonymous cock.
It's usually at the glory holes that I find Darcy and Lisa, but no such luck this time. Instead, there were two women I didn't recognize. Each were in a stall of their own with their backs to me, and playing with two cocks each—sucking on one as they stroked the other, then alternating.
A muffled groan from the other side of the partition signaled an inevitable climax. A cock that one of the women was stroking sent thick, hot jets of cum forward. The attending woman quickly latched her mouth onto the exploding member, sucking the rest of the orgasm out of her anonymous and temporary suitor. The hole was quickly filled with another erection when the sated man withdrew.
I heard a familiar voice yell from down the corridor ahead of me, "Mr. Hen...I mean Tiberius!"
I turned to see Cecilia running toward me. When she was near enough, she leapt into my arms and gave me a long, passionate kiss.
Putting her down, I asked, "I haven't seen you in over two weeks, my lovely. Where have you been keeping yourself?"
"You know, silly, on my honeymoon."
I slapped my forehead in mock embarrassment, and said, "Oh that's right. I forgot. Running the club keeps me so busy that one thing pushes out another from my cluttered mind."
She turned toward a fit, young gentleman who walked up beside her. "This is my husband, Deshawn. Deshawn, this is Tiberius."
Deshawn extended a hand, while saying, "Tiberius, this is a great honor and a great pleasure."
I took his hand warmly into mine, and said, "The honor and pleasure are all mine. Please forgive me for not attending your wedding, but things at the club have been so busy."
Deshawn waved it off as insignificant. "We should be thanking you for your generous wedding gift. When Cecilia saw what was inside the envelope she was speechless. First time I ever saw her with her mouth shut."
Cecilia slapped his arm with a laugh, and said, "Yes, thank you so much for the gift."
"I was more than happy to do it. I hope it was enough."
"Enough?! It paid for our two-weeks in Tahiti. And then we had more than enough to buy a house we had our eye on."
"I'm so glad. You two deserve it." Stepping closer to her, I put a hand on her taut stomach, and joked, "And when can I expect to see a little Deshawn or Cecilia? Soon, I hope."
Laughing, she said, "Not yet. Deshawn and me are gonna play around a bit first. Settle into our lives. Sow those ever so wild oats," she let her voice drop to a whisper, and said, "Besides, I think Deshawn is scared of being a daddy."
I could tell Deshawn was a little miffed by her remark, but he laughed just the same. "I'm not scared of having kids. I'm scared of what will happen to you when you have a mule kicking in the stall." Leaning toward me, he dropped his voice to a whisper, and said, "A lot of black mommas become overbearing bitches when they have kids. Real ball breakers. Drives us men out of the house and to drink."
I laughed uproariously as Cecilia proceeded to repeatedly clock Deshawn on the arm with her fists. It was all in good fun. Both of them heartily laughed over Cecilia's weak punches.
"Do you know if Jackie's still doing her game stuff?" she finally asked.
"She should be in the middle of one now."
"Come on Deshawn. Let's enter a couple of contests. I want to see all those white girls drool over that big, beautiful, black cock of yours."
I joked as they left, "Stay away from Vipsania, Deshawn. I don't need the competition."
The first room I came to as I proceeded past the glory holes was the Elagabalus Grotto.
It was full tonight, as every bondage table was occupied by a man or woman. All of them were strapped down, some were confined in the extreme by ankle to wrist restraints, which fully opened up their genitals to all manner of sexual torment.
A bevy of slaves happily oblige them by periodically teasing the subjugated with fingers, feathers, or other ticklers. The scent of unrequited arousal was heavy in the air, as all the cunts and cocks dripped wetness onto the tables. Most of the bodies shivered in the throes of the abstinent shakes. When they weren't tormenting the current crop of subjugates, the slaves would busy themselves cleaning the leftovers off the floors and tables from previous devotees.
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ightened balls, or used it to tickle his anus. He was sweating and shivering like the others, and a small trickle of semen already flowed from his tortured asshole.
"Why the ball gag, gentlemen?" I asked the two tormentors.
"This one hasn't learned not to bite. He's being most uncooperative," one said as he roughly grabbed a hunk of Mark's hair and vigorously shook his head.
"But his ass is being very cooperative," the other tormentor crowed, laughingly. "When we think he's ready, we'll take his sore ass to the Underground and really open things up." Then to his partner, he said, "Come on Todd it's your turn. Get that dick of yours up and at 'em. His asshole is more than ready.
Todd smirked as he brushed a lock out of Mark's eyes. "It's still smarting from his nips, the cocksucker. Maybe his asshole's ready for my fist, instead. What do you think, Grant?"
As Mark's eyes went wide with terror, I caught sight of a familiar friend. Her disheveled hair covered all of her face, but her 'Eat Me' tattoo was unmistakable. It was Raven.
Ever since the torture of being tied to the chair at my house, Raven had becoming a true abstinence whore, spending much of her time in the Elagabalus Grotto. And when she wasn't here, she was usually doing the same thing in the Domitian Grotto with the Sisterhood.
She had lost quite a bit of weight over the course of a year, almost becoming as thin as her friend, emaciated Holly. The weight loss allowed her to better fit in those leg spreading, ankle to wrist restraints. I thought she looked better with a little bit of extra weight, but it was obvious she liked the extreme restrains better. I couldn't argue with her, and even with the weight loss, her beautiful tits still looked plump and full.
She was covered in a fine sweat, and her hair was matted to her face. The tabletop right below her quivering cunt was drenched with moisture. A slave teased at her damp perineum with a velvet tickler, sending more wetness dripping out of her pussy and onto the bench below. Occasionally the slave ran gentle fingers along the insides of Raven's thighs, causing gooseflesh to erupt on the spot last touched. No longer experiencing just the shivers, her body was in perpetual, violent shudder and near involuntary spasm—resembling a person in the early stages of death, where the short-circuited nervous system still causes muscles to twitch.
I pushed the matted bangs away from her face. "Hello Raven."
She gasped and gurgled a lot when she talked, as if her lungs were full of phlegm. "T-Tiberius...h-honored," she forced herself to say.
"You look like you need release."
All she could do was manage a low moan as the slave tickled her anus.
"How long have you been here?"
Raven tried to respond, but her words only came out like a phlegmy gurgle. The slave answered for her, "Since the club opened tonight, Dominus."
"That's over two hours. Is that a record?"
"Not quite, Dominus, but she owns the current record, so..."
"I see."
I sat next to Raven on the bench and grabbed one of her breasts very hard, making it turn bright red and purple.
Raven groaned exquisitely under my maltreatment, and responded by arching her back in the extreme and pushing her breasts more firmly into my warming hands.
"How long are you going to go on like this?" I asked softly into her ear.
She just stuttered gibberish.
I slapped her breast hard, making a loud, 'thwack,' sound.
She arched her back again to the pain and pleasure, pushing her breasts as far forward as she could while grunting more gibberish.
I slapped her offered tits, again, hitting them hard several times so that they bounced and rebounded off each other. "Answer me cunt. How long will this continue?"
Tears flowed from her eyes, but she still held her back steady and fully arched. She wanted me to continue slapping them.
"No my little cunt, you get nothing. No slaps, no tickles, not even release. Not until I get an answer."
With great effort she finally croaked out between sobs, "I-I a-asked...t-to come...b-but...s-she w-wouldn't..."
I slapped her tits again, one very hard blow that sent them careening to and fro. She screamed, whether out of pain or pleasure, it didn't matter and I didn't care. They all wanted to be treated this way when they were strapped down. "She wouldn't what? Answer me now, or I'll keep you strapped down until the club closes."
"W-Wouldn't l-let...m-me...c-c-come"
I heard the slave say, "Dominus, we find it best to ignore the first few pleas. The extra wait gives them a more intense and long-lasting orgasm."
I bent close to Raven's lips and kissed them softly. The taste of salt and arousal were heavy on them.
"I taste another woman on her. You?"
The slave nodded her head sheepishly.
"Don't be embarrassed my dear. I know what it feels like to put someone at your mercy and make them willing to do almost anything on command. It gives us an incurable sense of power. Tell me, do all of the slaves take advantage of the members in here?"
"Some more than others, Dominus."
"And you? How do you compare with the others?"
The slave just gave a sly smile as an answer.
"Which do you prefer to torment, the male or the female members?"
"As far as that goes, I have no preferences either way. Both provide me with their very own unique blend of entertainment. For me, there are just some members I prefer teasing over others."
"And Raven is one of your favorites?"
"Oh yes, Dominus, although she does have some sexual preferences that I don't care for."
"Such as?"
"She likes watersports."
"You don't care for it, but do you still indulge her kink?"
"Sometimes when she's been especially compliant to my wants I'll piss in her face as I make her come."
I smoothed the hair out of Raven's eyes. They were staring up at me. Black in black, stony and lifeless; like a raven's wing lost in a dark, starless void. I've seen that look so often during Wilderness fun that I hardly ever notice it anymore. The Cruel Ones were always present, playing with us through the barrier.
"You're such a disgusting little cunt, aren't you?"
She gave me a weak smile while slowly nodding her head.
I asked the slave, "Has she been a compliant little cunt tonight?"
"Not hardly, Dominus.
"Good. I've seen too much potty play already this evening."
The slave continued, "In fact, I'm taking her as deep as I can into abstinence because she's been such a twat. Haven't you!? Bitch!" The slave then forcefully slapped Raven across the face.
Raven just gurgled a soft laugh.
"Show me how she entertains you," I commanded.
The slave smiled, and said, "Of course, Tiberius. Thank you."
Getting on the table with Raven, the slave positioned herself on all fours. Sticking her sweet vitals right in the captives face, she said, sweetly, "Raven, honey. Raven? Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey. Breakfast."
At first appearing comatose, Raven inhaled deeply while opening her eyes. She grunted with a weak smile, "P-Pussy."
"That's right, Raven, pussy. But first, you have to rim me before you get pussy."
Raven complied with what fervor she could muster given her weakened state. Her tongue darted in and out and back and forth, lapping and slavering what saliva she could onto the slave's puckered anus.
At times the slave teased Raven by moving slightly away from her; thus, forcing Raven to strain forward against her restraints so that she could continue to lick.
"Come on, bitch," the slave would tease, while shaking her ass, "Reach for it. Closer now...a little bit closer...come on a little more, I can barely feel your hot breath on my dirty asshole."
Then, just as Raven's tongue finally touched home, the slave would push backwards, shovel Raven's face fully into her clef and between her firm buttocks. The slave would grind her ass to and fro, smearing her arousal all over Raven's chin, as Raven pushed her tongue as deep as she could through the slave's sphincter.
Besides tormenting Raven to the max and putting her into new, fevered heights of abstention fog, she was also ginning herself up with her raucous behavior. Her hand played roughly with her clitoris while she continued to berate Raven to push her tongue harder and deeper into her ass.
"Wonderful," I commented, "But remove your hand. It's time she eats pussy."
The slave gasp an, "Of course, Dominus," and then lowered her head to the table. This caused her ass to rise just enough to put her cunt squarely against Raven's mouth. "Didn't you hear your Master? Enough ass and eat pussy, you dirty cunt!"
I could hear the inevitable loud, wet sloshing sounds as Raven took large sucking bites at the slaves dripping labia and clitoris. I was hard as a rock at the pair's wanton display, and was sorely tempted to join the fray by sticking my cock deep into the slaves asshole as Raven continued to suck her snatch.
I held myself back, though. Instead, I put my fingers into Raven's mouth, commanding her to moisten them. Then I slid two fingers deep into the slave's slick and loosened asshole. As I slowly finger fucked the slave, I spurred Raven on. "That's good, Raven. Slurp on that pussy. Let me hear her moan like a whore. Good girl. Now, let's send your slave mistress to oblivion."
Once the slave's moaning came loud and protracted and her supporting legs and thighs quivered in continuous ecstasy, I put the cherry on top, and pushed ever so gently with my mind.
"Fuck me!" she screamed, as first a trickle and then a flood of ejaculate sprayed across Raven's face.
I added a third finger, and pumped her ass faster and harder. "Time to come again, slave"
"Jesus fucking fuck me! Fuck my asshole. Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck..." Another flood stopped her in mid-screech.
I made the slave come three more times. At the end, she had slipped forward onto the table, her body a quivering mass of wet flesh as I continued to pump her ass with my hand. Raven had all but passed out from exhaustion with her face and hair drenched and dripping from the slaves ejaculate.
Pulling my fingers out of the slave's asshole, I slapped Raven to consciousness, and commanded her to lick my fingers clean. She did with relish.
By now, the slave had gotten up, and was standing weak-kneed at the end of the table. Still panting, she asked, "I-Is there anything more I can do for you, Dominus?"
"You.ve entertained me well, slave. But, I think we've tormented poor Raven enough. Send her on her way."
"Of course, Dominus! Any preference on the devise I should use?"
"No. I bow to your expertise."
"Thank you, Dominus. This one loves the wand."
The wand was one of those plug-in vibrators with the large, bulging proboscis. It was bulky, but very effective.
I continued to stare into Raven's face as the slave touched her with the vibrator. Immediately Raven's black in black eyes went wide, and she gasp mightily for air.
For my amusement, the slave narrated what she was doing. "I like to draw these moments out, Dominus. At first, I just touch the vibe at far off, but still sensitive areas near the groin. I lightly touch their thighs or mons. The muted vibrations barely tingle their prime erogenous zone. It's maddening for them to be so close, and yet so far from release."
"Indeed. Please continue."
"After a while, I slowly work it closer to the sweet spots, circling their cunts and pricks in ever tightening rings."
Raven grunted and panted chaotically. Her hands and toes abruptly shot out as spikes, staying fixed and rigid in the air, when the slave touched a particularly sensitive spot.
"Wonderful technique."
"Thank you, Dominus. Then to really bait them, I push it firmly against their anus and hold it there."
Raven's black eyes went wide again. Her lips formed a tight ring as she forced air in and out of her lungs as if she were doing Lamaze. Her body began to spasm as if jolts of electricity pulsed through her torso at odd intervals.
"Doesn't anal contact trigger the orgasm?"
"Sometimes Dominus. Especially with the males if their balls touch the vibe. But if you avoid that, and keep the vibe at the lower setting, it usually just teases rather than triggers. It's an excruciatingly wicked torment. I usually keep the vibe against their asshole until... Ah, there it is. Oh yes, very nice. Would you care to look, Dominus?"
I turned to look at what she was describing. The slave was seated in a low chair right in front of Raven's groin, and with her head resting on an inner thigh. Holding the vibe securely within the cleft of Raven's ass, she teased at Raven's lower labia and hole with a gentle finger.
I could see a clear fluid continuously flowing out of Raven's cunt, running down her perineum and onto the bulbous head of the vibrator. An already sizable puddle on the table beneath Raven grew larger.
Putting a finger in the flowing wetness, the slave commented, "This isn't ejaculate Dominus, but pussy juice; Raven's clear, continuous, succulent arousal. So sweet. It always amazes me how it can just flow out as a steady stream, arousal and pre-cum alike. She's more than ready now. Please stand back, Dominus, so you don't get sprayed."
When I stepped back, the slave stood up and moved to the side of Raven, as well. Then she slid the vibrator up over the perineum, up across her opening and through Raven's slickened groove, and then stopping right on her clit. The effect was instantaneous.
Raven screamed, and kept screaming. Three long pulses of fluid, one after the other, gushed from her pussy, and shot forward several feet before hitting the floor, the sound of which, was reminiscent to a large wake lapping at a pier.
Raven continued screaming, and there was another gush of fluid, and still another. "Goddamn it!" she screamed. "Oh goddamn it! Goddamn it! Goddamn it I'm coming again. Don't you stop, you cunt. Don't you stop, you fucking cunt. You cunt, don't stop. Please don't stop. Oh! My! God! I'm going to...god I love you, you fucking cunt!"
Her body lifted off the bench momentarily before it slammed back down. Up and down she gyrated, each time slamming her lower back into the bench. And every time she fell back hard onto the bench, another heavy gush of fluid shot forward. I stopped counting after eight.
Finally, only a trickle emerged from Raven's warm, dank cunt as she slumped back fully onto the table, motionless.
Her eyes were closed and she panted heavily. Putting my face close to hers, I said, "That was amazing. I can see that the wait is well worth the torment."
"Thank you Tiberius, I'm glad I could entertain you."
"And now what's next for you?"
She smiled, weakly, "Again, of course."
I heard the slave say, "They sometimes do this three...four times in a row without stopping, Dominus. Sometimes they have a partner fuck them into oblivion, but usually they like the vibrators. The sensation is more focused. More intense"
More than impressed by her demonstration and professionalism, I asked, "What's your name, slave?"
"Tithea, Dominus."
"Tithea, when your tenure as a slave has ended I want you to become a special member of the club. Free membership and admission, and we'll provide you a monthly stipend of...oh, say, fifteen thousand. Would that be acceptable to you?"
"Oh yes! Thank you, Dominus!"
"We'll put you in charge of the slaves. I'll inform the Empress and Domina Denise that you will be helping them choose and train the slaves when we acquire their services."
"Many thanks, Dominus."
"Now, as one last favor to me, eat Raven out until she comes again. She's earned it."
As she sat back on her low chair, sinking her face fully into Raven's saturated pussy, I said, "Good bye, Raven. Give my regards to Holly if you ever see her again."
She could only answer me with more screams of delight.
There's nothing better than being Emperor.
Tool's *Sober* was being piped in over the speakers. Its dark, malevolent chords and riff structure, emulating descent into madness, was befitting my mood as I made my way deeper into the guts of the club...and closer to Gloria.
I found the Caligula Grotto near empty, which was unusual for a festive night like we were having. Gregor's fate must have scared the hell out of the disciplinarians.
Other than Gloria and De Vries, there was a woman in a bondage hood, strapped and fully suspended above the floor to one of the St. Andrews crosses. She was unattended at the moment. I guess her Dom fled for safer quarters after hearing Gregor's screams, leaving the poor girl hanging.
Besides the playfully crucified, there was also one of our female Dommes—I think her name is Eva—playing with two male subs. The subs were wearing those bondage masks with an exaggerated proboscis as a nose. She was standing with her legs apart as her two subs fucked her in both holes with the masks.
De Vries had Gloria well into her session. He was already using a paddle on her, having graduated up from a spanking hand. He usually ended the sessions using a strap or tawse, depending on her mood that evening. When she was feeling particularly guilty about Karen, it would be the tawse.
She was fully stretched out in all her naked glory. Her wrists were secured by leather shackles that were suspended from the ceiling on a pulley system. She was already pulled up tight, and straining to stay standing on her tip toes.
Even in the dim light of the grotto, I could tell her buttocks glowed bright and cherry red. The paddle already having left numerous broad, red patches temporarily etched across her backside. She struggled a bit against the restraints each time the Dom wacked her. Above the hollow reverberation of the paddle off the bare, brick walls, I could hear Gloria sniffle back tears of pain.
The struggle and the sorrow weren't done for show, or as a gesture of role playing and acting. They were as real as the red welts that stood out against the paleness of her skin. And it took me a long time to understand why she put herself through this torment. One reason was obvious: she genuinely had acquired a taste for it, laughingly calling herself a 'pain whore.' The second reason was more obscure and rooted in a guilt she could never appease.
I could tell she was already in a state of continual distress, having all the pain with none of the pleasures applied. The pleasure always came after the pain began—sometimes well after—and only when I showed up to provide her that comfort.
It was the game we've been playing for some time, and at her direction. I am to arrive at some point in the evening, but she never knows precisely when. Until then, it was a waiting game for her. How much pain could she endure not knowing the exact moment of my arrival?
Looking near her feet, I didn't have to guess what happened earlier to Gregor. Gloria's tunic and stola lay crumpled up in a corner of the grotto. She wore no color, not even a waist band as a warning, which was required of the upper echelon when they wished to be naked. The colored waist band was doubly required of Gloria in these moments, and its absence was telling.
Seeing the facts laid out as they were, I assumed that in the heat of disciplining Gloria, and not seeing color, Gregor forgot to whom he administered, and paid a steep price for his forgetfulness.
Gloria was well versed in the nuance of color. Errors in judgement had happened before with a member. Since that time, I had never known her to remove her colored tunic, let along the colored waist band during her playtime. It was her way in safeguarding against just such misfortunes from occurring—until now.
I knew in my heart it was done on purpose, and done to lure someone into making an error in judgement—poor, poor Gregor.
What with this incident, and Karen and Denise's shoddy treatment of the slaves and members, it was obvious we were all becoming callus, even, at times, cruel to others of lesser station than ourselves, which, to be blunt, included everyone.
It was one of the things I feared would happen with the elixir, and it was the reason I stopped taking it for a while. Ironically, even though none of us have used the potion for over a year, I see all the traits of callousness and cruelty that I feared, manifesting in all of us on their own.
And on a more serious note still, I am indifferent to everyone's maliciousness. In fact, I condone and encourage it—callus, indeed.
I keep telling myself these new traits are the price of being Emperor, but deep down I know that that's a lie and an excuse to continue doing the deceitful things we do.
I said loudly, startling everyone that was in the room, "I'm sorry to impose on your fun, but I wonder if I can be alone with Domina for a while?"
"Of course, Tiberius," Eva said, as she ushered her two subs out of the room.
Comically, the other woman's eyes went wide as she looked around from her perch on the cross, and mumbled something inaudible through the hood she wore.
"You can hang around a while longer, my dear" I said to her, laughingly. "You too, De Vries, stay. I'll need your services now that Gregor is incapacitated."
Stepping in front of Gloria, she was covered in a fine sweat and I saw tears still drying on her cheeks. Immediately, her face blossomed into a look of relief when she saw me.
"I'm sorry for the delay, but the imperial slut needed my attentions."
Knowing I was referencing her bad behavior from earlier, she changed the subject. "I'm sorry for what happened to Gregor. I didn't mean it."
"Of course you didn't," I said as I smoothed away a lock of her hair from her forehead. "That's why you took off all your color, because you meant no harm and are so concerned for poor, poor Gregor," I finished with quiet sarcasm.
"I...I didn't...," she began to protest.
She tried to lie about it, like a child trying to hide an obvious truth from the world. She still hasn't accepted the fact that she had embraced her cruelty. And I hadn't embraced the fact that Asmodeus was playing with her, influencing her to trick Gregor into his regrettable mistake. I should have seen it earlier, but my mind was occupied elsewhere.
Gently cupping her cheeks in my hands, I kissed her lips, quieting her. Then I said softly, "Hush, hush, hush. No one blames you for what happened." When she smiled up at me, I asked in a louder tone, "Isn't that right, De Vries, no one blames Domina for Gregor's carelessness."
"No, Dominus."
"See. All is forgotten."
She stretched up to try and kiss me again, but I stepped back. "What you should be sorry for is the way you make me feel when you fight with Vipsania. Both of you are angering me tonight, and doing so on such a momentous occasion. It's selfish and cruel of you to spoil things for me. As such, you will need to be severely punished."
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This story is a work of fiction, but was inspired by simulated actual events. It may contain various acts of yiffery between differing species of the same sex. If such a thing offends you or is against the rules in your area then please read no further. Otherwise read on and enjoy. Comments are always welcomed:
Love is More Than a Word copyright 2006 Jonathon "CJ" Ford
The south east Queensland sun beat down on Maroochydore airport, much as it had done the day before, typical of an early winter's day. Chris was an otter in his late twenties, who had recently made captain with Sunstate Express airways, and today like most others he worked he was starting his day by inspecting the aircraft that he'd be operating. "How many times have I told Devon that I love him?" He thought to himself as he rounded the tail section of the little nineteen seat EMB-110. Everyone called the aircraft a bandit, simply because none could remember the spelling of its proper name. It was a fair enough question as well. He and Devon had been dating for the better part of a year now, and as he thought about it he'd lost count of the number of times he'd uttered that phrase. But that wasn't the thing that was bothering the otter as he checked the back edge of the wing, it was how many times had he said those words and actually truly meant them. That is, not just saying the words to say them, but to say them and have it mean something. It was a thought that was nagging at the forefront of his mind as he turned the four bladed propeller, which rested in front of a powerful Pratt & Whitney engine that would, in under an hour, be seeing him off on the first of seven runs to Coolangatta and back again today.
The reason for the mental question had come to a head the previous night when he and his lovely fox, Devon, had been at a company dinner party. At the party Chris had been busily talking with his fellow pilots and the other ground staff about flying in general or how the scheduled fleet upgrade was going. Sunstate Express had been purchasing some new SAAB 340B's to service the higher demand routes, such as the Maroochydore to Coolangatta run that Chris had been doing for the last four months. All through the evening Devon stood on Chris' arm, nodding and playing the perfect mate, and all through the evening Chris pretty well completely ignored him. In fact he probably barely said ten words to him throughout the night, and at no time had he ever acknowledged that he loved him. Even the short drive home was in utter silence. Devon stared out the window of the Mazda 6 as the drove home, looking at the field of stars that passed overhead. It wasn't until they got back to their home, a not overly lavish but comfortable three bedroom place, definately one of the smaller homes on Minyama Island, that Chris said he loved him for the first time all night.
"Thanks for coming to the party tonight sweetheart." Chris chirped as connecting door to the house from the garage closed behind his fox. "I know it wasn't all that exciting for you."
Devon smiled weakly and nodded, that was the understatement of the year if ever he had heard one. In truth he'd nearly been bored to tears. A fact made worse by his mate, the otter whom he loved more then anything, had taken no notice of his presence the whole evening. Devon looked at his watch and sighed as he read the time. "I think I'm going to go to bed hun." He gave Chris a quick hug before trotting off down the hall.
Chris decided to make himself a cup of tea and stay up for a little while longer, so he padded around to the kitchen and put the kettle on. He lent against the counter as he waited for the kettle to boil. When the water was just about ready Chris pushed himself off the counter, turning around and pulling the cozy off the teapot and opening the little ceramic jar that held their current supply of tea bags. By the time the automatic thermostat cut out and turned the now boiling water off, Chris had the strings from the tea bags trimmed and the bags themselves in the pot. Carefully he lifted the kettle from its base and poured the steaming liquid into the pot. He set the kettle back on its base before putting the lid back on the teapot. He used the few minutes while the tea was brewing to get his mug ready. He pulled the milk from the bottom tray of the fridge door, pouring a small amount into his mug before returning it to its place and closing the door with a sweep of his foot paw. He grabbed the artificial sweetener dispenser and shook a pair tablets out into his paw before dropping them into his mug as well. The couple minutes that it took him to wander around the kitchen was enough for the tea to be ready. Chris lifted the ceramic pot from its bed and poured the steaming tea into his mug.
Chris padded quietly over to the kitchen table, holding the mug with both paws and savoring its warmth on his pads. Gently he set the mug on the table a started to thumb through the day's paper, picking up where he'd left off this morning before work. After about twenty minutes he finished his tea and folded the paper. It was getting towards half past eleven and he had to start work at seven in the morning. He stretched his arms wide and yawned before getting up and pushing his chair in. He placed the empty mug in the kitchen sink and stalked off down the hall, doing his best to keep his toe claws from clicking on the tiled floor. Chris shed his shirt as he made his way down the hall to their bedroom, his soft chocolate brown fur seemed to catch and hold the dim light of the moon that filtered in through the windows. He folded his shirt over his arm as he slowly eased the door open.
Devon was lying in bed on his left side. Chris placed the folded shirt on the dresser before taking a moment just to admire his mate. He always seemed to sleep on his left side Chris thought to himself as he started removing his long pants. Soon they joined his shirt atop the dresser. Left only with his silk boxer shorts Chris made his way over to the bathroom. He brushed his teeth quickly and shuffled out of his boxers, tossing them into the hamper. He ran his paws through his soft fur and looked at himself in the mirror for a moment before flipping out the light and padding softly back towards the bed. Since it had been warm the last few nights Devon had only left the bottom sheet on the bed and its soft fabric brought out ever curve and shape of Devon's body for Chris to see in the moonlight. Chris let his eyes wander over his lover's sleeping form, and it didn't take him long to realize that he wasn't wearing any boxers either. That was all it took to get Chris the beginnings of a hardn. Quietly he shuffled under the sheets next to his love. Devon felt the bed move slightly and turned over, flopping an arm lazily over Chris' waist. Chris took the opportunity to snuggle in nice and close to Devon. As he wiggled his way right up beside his mate their two bodies pressed together under the sheet. Chris was almost instantly warmed by the thick soft fur of Devon's chest as he nuzzled his short otter muzzle against his lover's shoulder. He could hear Devon murring softly as he dozed and they jostled to find a comfortable position to snuggle into and sleep.
As they snuggled Devon became acutely aware of Chris' arousal as his otter cock pressed firmly against his inner thigh. For a moment he just lay there letting the organ press into his soft fur and tuned muscle, but after a minute of just lying there, without opening his eyes he gently kissed Chris on the nose and turned over to face away from him. Chris was almost wondering what was going on as he felt his already hard shaft being dragged through the soft, subtle fur of Devon's thigh, until it again rested against his inner thigh. Devon swished his tail out of the way, exposing his pink tailhole to his mate's maleness. Chris shifted his position and balance slightly, brining the tip of his otterhood to rest right against his mates pucker. Chris wrapped a paw around Devon's chest and pulled his upper body tightly behind his love's. Chris gave Devon a soft lick on the cheek as he steadily pressed the head of his cock against the obstruction before it. As the pressure on his tailhole mounted Devon relaxed slightly, letting the head of Chris' prick slip inside, he gasped at the sudden entry but just as quickly relaxed again as his mate began to slowly feed inch after inch of his nine inch meat under his fox's tail.
After nearly a minute of slow, steady pushing Chris' balls rest firmly against Devon's cheeks. Slowly he pulled all but the head of his meat out before thrusting it back in. He settled into a good rhythm thrusting his heart out, and climbing steadily towards his climax. About halfway there he noticed that Devon, who was normal the more vocal of the two during their love making was oddly quiet, almost seeming totally disinterested in the whole affair like he was just going through the motions. Chris tried to ignore it, putting it down to the fact that it had been a long day and he was probably just too tired to be as vocal as normal. But as he continued thrust away he found it terribly off putting. It got to the point where it was all he could think about and so he stopped mid thrust and pulled his wet and still needy cock from its tight confines before leaning over almost half on top of Devon. After a moment of just lying there in utter silence, save for some heavier then normal breathing, Chris rested his chin on Devon's shoulder. "What's the matter hun?" he asked quietly, "You not your usual self this evening."
Devon snuffled slightly before sitting up and leaning against the headboard. "The problem is I stood there beside you all through that party this evening while you talked with your work friends and other people that you hardly know, and all that time you never once acknowledged that I was there or introduced me to anyone." He said as tears began to well in his deep blue eyes. "When we go out it's almost as if I'm not there." Devon added as the first of the tears rolled down his muzzle.
"Hey come on now." Chris cooed softly as he shuffled his way up to sit next to him. "You know I love you." He said wiping a tear from the side of Devon's muzzle.
"How many times have you said you love me Chris? And how many of those did you truly mean what you said?" Devon said, before sinking back down into the bed with his back to Chris and snuffled himself to sleep.
It had caught Chris totally of center. He shuffled back down into bed as he considered the question. Chris almost felt like giggling at his mate's feelings, but he knew that that would only make matters worse so he kept that impulse buried. Devon snuffled and sniffled in his sleep next to him as he lay there, looking at the ceiling trying to contemplate exactly what he should or even could say to Devon in the morning. Mentally he started going over the times when he'd uttered that phrase in their relationship. He lost count of the number as his mind grew more and more tired, he didn't know when he fell asleep, just that his mind was a jumble when he did.
It seemed like only a second had passed as his wristwatch beeped softly in his ear that it was time to get up. Chris shuffled around his side of the bed for a moment before looking over to where Devon was still sound asleep. Silently he slipped out of bed and to the second bathroom down the hall, not wanting to wake Devon. His mind still played over what he'd been told last night as he brushed his teeth and ate his breakfast. He finished quickly and sat at the kitchen table with pen in paw and a notepad open on the table. Time and time again Chris would lower his pen to the page and then jerk it back as he tried to think of the right words to express how he felt. A tear welled in the corner of one big brown eye as he lent on the table staring down at the blank page that seemed to mock him with its sheer emptiness. But the tear refused to leave his eye until he brushed it away with the back of his paw. Finally something that at least made some sort of coherent sense came to mind and he scribbled it down on the pad before he hurried out the door in order to avoid being late for work.
On the drive to the airport Chris thought about what he'd written on the pad and about the question still burning a hole in his mind. He'd never been much good at expressing his feelings and the seemingly poor excuse for an apology that he'd left for Devon to find when he woke up was testament to that fact. He had just pulled into the carpark for Sunstate Express staff when the idea hit him. Devon's favorite flower was a special Australian rose. They were deep crimson and smelled heavenly, but only a few florists in the local area actually stocked them. Chris was sure that he could manage to sneak a few minutes during flight planning this morning to call around and get a bunch sent to the house.
Switching off the engine of his car Chris stared out the windshield and past the boundary fence to the three aircraft parked at their gates. He sighed as he slid out of the driver's seat and placed his captain's hat on. He trailed his paw across the hood of Mazda as he walked around to the passenger side and hefted his flight bag from the seat. He pushed the door shut firmly and pressed the button on his keys to arm the alarm system.
Chris swiped his ASIC pass through the reader beside the staff entrance door and pushed the frosted tempered glass door open. He let the door swing shut behind him, waiting until it had clicked closed again before heading to the flight crew locker room to put what he wouldn't be needing out of his flight bag away. He poured himself a cup of coffee and lifted a phonebook from behind the small reception desk. With coffee in one paw and directory in the other he pushed the door into the flight planning room open with his hip, swiveling gracefully to let the door close behind his tail again. He flipped through the pages of the book until he found the section that had all the florists listed. Pulling his cellular from his pants pocket he searched the page for the number of the florist the he always used. It took a minute, but he finally located the number. He dialed and waited for someone on the other end to pick up. When they finally did answer Chris asked if they had any of the roses in stock. The attendant on the other end of the line apologized saying that they had sold out just the other day and wouldn't be getting anymore in until later in the week. But he did suggest another store to try, since they normally had them. Chris thanked the person for their help and pressed the button to finish the call before dialing the new number.
"Hello, Sunshine Flowers this is Jenny." A feminine voice said.
"Hi Jenny, it's Chris Gram, I was hoping that you might have some Australian Blood Roses."
"I think we do Chris, but just hang on one second and I'll check to be sure." Jenny said before pressing the button to put the otter on hold. About fifteen seconds later Jenny's voice reappeared, "You there Chris?" she said.
"Yep, I'm still here."
"Good, I just looked and we do have some in at the moment."
Chris breathed a sigh of relief, "That's great Jenny, umm, do you guys deliver?"
"Yes we do, right across the coast."
"Perfect. Can I get a half dozen and I'll give you the address." Chris said, before giving her his address and his credit card details to pay for the purchase.
"Now would you like a card to go with these Chris?" Jenny asked.
"Yes I would," Chris replied, "Just put on it "Please forgive me."
"Well that's all done then. Those should be delivered before lunch today."
"Thank you very much Jenny, you've been a great help." Chris said before hanging up the phone.
Chris put the phone book away and picked up a copy of his flight plan and passenger list before heading out to the tarmac to inspect his aircraft for the day and to supervise its refueling.
Chris was just walking around the nose of the aircraft to open the main cabin door when Trevor, an older and rather lean built Badger pulled up in front of the left paw engine in the refueling truck. Chris unlocked and opened the air stair door, stepping up and putting his gear down on the floor of the aircraft before going over to say hello to Trevor. "Morning Trevor," Chris said as the badger stepped down from the cab of the fuel truck, "Looks like a nice day for it."
"Yes it does in deed." Trevor replied taking the offered paw and shaking it firmly.
Despite Trevor's rather slight build he had a very strong grip, which caught nearly everyfur by surprise, but Chris had known the old badger for a while so he knew what to expect and he suspected that most badger's where the same way. Chris pulled the load and trim sheet out of his shirt pocket and unfolded it before handing it to Trevor, who looked at the fuel that was required to be added. The badger nodded and noted the figure on his clipboard before handing the sheet back. Chris knew Trevor well enough to know that he'd get the fuel right and so set about doing his inspection of the aircraft.
Even though he'd sent the flowers and done his best to word out some semblance of an apology to Devon that damned question still lingered in his mind as he worked his way around the aircraft.
Chris had made it around the aircraft and just finished getting his gear sorted out in the left paw seat of the aircraft before Trevor finished his refueling of the little commuter. Chris hopped off the stairs and signed the fuel receipt, collecting his copy before giving the old badger's paw another shake. He slipped the fuel docket into the aircraft's folder and stowed it back behind the right paw seat.
Chris settled into the left paw seat as he watched one of the Sunstate Express ground crew, a platypus that couldn't have been any older then twenty connect the Ground Power Unit to the power point above the nose gear. After he connected the plug the platypus stepped back and turned flipped the switch on the GPU and looked up at Chris through the cockpit side window. As the platypus hit the switch all the electronics on the flight deck powered up, the gyros for the turn coordinators began to spin up, GPS/COM systems came alive, their color screens showing the various self tests being carried out. Chris shot the marsupial a thumbs up, which was returned before the platypus turned and walked off to tend to one of the other aircraft that would be going out today.
Chris' mind worked trying to find the right way to say "I love you" to Devon when he got home this afternoon. Idly he punched in the waypoints on the number one GPS flight plan page, entering point after point without really thinking about them. He was so lost in his own little world that he didn't notice his first officer for the day, a thirty something badger named Glen, as he slid into the right paw seat. Chris jumped slightly when he noticed a black striped paw reaching across his to tune a radio frequency. "Jesus Glen," He said, "How long have you been there?"
Glen grinned at the slightly smaller and slightly younger otter, "About two minutes I guess. You were so caught up in your own little world that I didn't want to disturb you."
"Thanks Glen. I guess I was a bit preoccupied there." Chris, smiling back weakly. "So who's going to be Pilot Flying for the first leg this morning?" Chris asked as he pressed one last button to cross fill the flight plan from one GPS to the other.
"I'll flip you for it." Glen said, before pulling a fifty cent coin from his shirt pocket. "Call it." he said flipping to coin so that it just barely missed touching the roof.
"Heads." Chris called as his eyes watched the coins rapid spin.
Glen caught the coin expertly in his right paw and slapped it over onto the back of his left in one fluid movement. When he moved his paw out of the way Queen Elizabeth the Second's image stared up at them.
"Well looks like it's my first leg this morning." Chris said, clipping a blank piece of paper to the flat writing space of his control column.
Chris pressed a button on the audio selector panel, sending the feed from one of the two navigation radios through to the flight deck loudspeaker. At first all that could be heard was the recurring dah dah, dah dit dah dit of the Morse code that told them what station they had tuned. Pushing another button on one of the radios, a female voice became super imposed. "Maroochydore terminal information Alpha, Runway 18, Wind Southerly at seven knots." The recording carried on for another ten seconds or so detailing the air pressure, visibility, and temperature. All of which Chris copied onto his notepad before deselecting the loudspeaker and lifting his headset from the side panel. After getting the earphones to sit over his ears properly Chris made a call to the ground controller in order to get his airways clearance to the Gold Coast. Chris wrote down all the particulars of the clearance before reading them back to the controller and getting them crosschecked by Glen.
As the first of the passengers started to file out of the terminal building Glen slipped out of his seat, "I'll get the passengers seated and get the safety brief out of the way before we start engines." He said before slipping out the cockpit door.
Chris nodded as he started to set up the various switches for starting the engines with the external power. He could hear Glen on the other side of the door giving the passengers directions to their seats. Once the last passenger was onboard and seated Glen started with the safety briefing, running through all the normal bits and pieces about emergency exits and use of seatbelts. As Glen was running through the briefing in the cabin Chris watched the baggage cart drive back to the terminal parking area, a quick glance at the annunciator panel confirmed that the baggage door was properly closed and locked. Glen made his way down the aisle checking that each of the passengers had their seatbelts done up properly. After he got back to the front of the cabin he grabbed the handrail of the stairs and pulled the door up, pulling it closed and rotating the handle to the locked position. In the cockpit Chris kept his eye on the amber cabin door light. As Glen moved the latch over to the locked position the light extinguished and Chris reached up to the overhead panel and flipped on the aircraft's two rotating beacons, to advise anyone on the ground that they were about to start.
Glen pulled his two shoulder harness straps down and clipped them into his lap belt. Out in front of the aircraft the platypus ground technician held up his left paw showing the number two then held up his right paw and drew a clockwise circle in the air. Chris flipped the starter and a low hum filled the air as the right engine started turning. Once the engine rpm passed 14% Glen pushed the fuel lever forward, the engine instruments began to so increases in temperature and fuel flow before peaking just below the maximum and dropping back to normal. Once the noise from the right engine stabilized the marsupial out the front dropped one finger on his left paw, giving the signal to start the left engine.
Within a minute both engines were running normally and Chris pushed the prop levers up into the takeff range. The aircraft shuddered briefly as the two four bladed propellers moved into the forward thrust range, the prop rpm gauges in front of Chris and Glen showed the props had stabilized. Glen brought the aircraft's engine generators online before giving the ground staff the thumbs up to disconnect the GPU. The young platypus trotted up to the nose of the aircraft and unplugged the heavy power cable, securing the cover plate before hoisting the cable over his shoulder and trudging his way back to the power cart. Glen tuned the radio frequencies for the departure, since they never changed from on day to the next. Chris checked the correct one was set at the moment before making his next radio call. "Maroochydore Ground SE 1980 request taxi and we have information Alpha."
"SE 1980 good morning Chris. Taxi holding point Bravo 1 for runway 18 contact tower entering the runway."
"Holding point Bravo 1 contact tower entering, SE 1980."
Chris edged the throttles forward in order to get the loaded bandit off the flat spots that sitting overnight had created in the tires. With a gentle bump the aircraft began to move forward. Chris had his left paw resting on the steering tiller, as the aircraft lumbered away from its parking position he pulled the swing arm to the right and got the plane to start turning. AS he passed about the halfway point of the turn Chris pulled the throttles back to idle to prevent blowing an inordinate amount of dust into the faces of the ground techs and the front of the terminal. As they approached the holding point at Bravo 1 Glen pressed the button to switch from ground to tower. "Maroochydore Tower SE 1980, ready, request backtrack."
"SE 1980, Maroochydore Tower, cleared to backtrack and line up runway 18 cross runway 12."
"Backtrack and line up runway 18, Cross runway 12. SE 1980" As they slowly made their way down the kilometer of runway to the threshold Glen read out the various pre takeff checklist items. By the time that they reached the end of the runway all but the last three items were completed and the final ones had to wait until they turned around anyway. Chris pulled the steering arm to the right briefly, letting the aircraft swing off the centerline, before throwing the tiller hard to the left and giving the left brake a gentle squeeze with his footpaw. With the combined effect the little airliner just about pivoted on its left main tire as it swung around to face south. Chris took his time getting the aircraft lined up properly and the nose wheel nice and straight. Now that they were pointing the correct way Glen called out the last three items of the checklist and waited for Chris to reply to each before finally saying the checklist was completed.
"SE 1980 cleared for takeff. Turn left to set course." Said the tower controller.
"Cleared for takeff with a left turn to set course, SE 1980." Chris replied, before laying his paw on the throttles.
Chris edged the throttles forward slowly. He paused briefly at 50% to allow the two engines to get synchronized, before pushing them all the way up to full power. As the needles passed through 75% Chris let his footpaws off the brakes. The little bandit leapt forward off of its mark like a sprinter off the blocks at a starter's pistol. After the initial jump in acceleration, the aircraft steadily gained momentum as meter after meter of runway rolled past. "80 knots." Glen called out, looking at his airspeed indicator.
Chris glanced down at his when he heard Glen say eight and watched as the pointer passed smoothly through the 80 knot hash mark.
There was a brief pause as the aircraft continued to increase in speed. Then Glen called out "Rotate." At the command Chris smoothly pulled back on the control column, after a few inches of travel the nose of the aircraft lifted, parting the nose wheel from the grooved bitumen of the runway. The main gear followed suit a second or so later with a gentle thumping sound as the weight of the aircraft became solely supported by her wings. The instruments confirmed that the aircraft was starting to climb normally as the vertical speed indicator showed 700 feet per minute positive and the altimeter showed them passing fifty feet. Chris kept his gaze fixed on the instruments, "Gear up." He commanded as the big hand on the altimeter passed 80 feet without pause.
Glen reached for the handle, pulling it out before moving it to the "UP" position. The three little green lights that showed the gear was locked down extinguished and the red "Transit" light illuminated.
Glen hadn't even moved his paw off the handle when a god almighty BANG erupted through the cabin. The aircraft yawed violently to the left and the annuciator panel lit up like the proverbial Christmas tree. Chris pushed hard on the right rudder to try and compensate for the massive yaw to the left. Glen started to work through the engine failure checklist as Chris struggled to remain in control of the damaged plane. With alarm after alarm ringing in the cockpit Chris noticed that the aircraft wasn't climbing anymore, in fact the altimeter was slowly winding back down through 100 feet. The ground was getting larger and larger in the windscreen and one of Chris' main problems was the ten foot tall perimeter fence that was coming up more quickly then he'd like. He continued to battle and keep the wings level, but he was running out of control travel and the remaining engine just wasn't producing enough power.
If they could have seen what the passengers were looking at on the left wing, the reason for the poor performance would have been very apparent. One of the left hand engine propeller blades and fractured and broken off. With the massive vibration caused by the missing blade the engine had nearly torn itself completely free of the wing. In fact Chris probably would have wished that it had, but with the engine and the remains of the prop sticking straight up in the airflow over the wing, the other engine just couldn't produce the power required to overcome the drag on the airframe, all this lead to the net result that the aircraft was now on a rather short one way trip to the ground.
Chris glanced over at Glen as the badger grabbed the PA mic. "Brace for impact." He shouted into the microphone. He dropped the handset between his seat and the center console as Chris kept up his losing battle for control.
Chris watched as the airport's perimeter fence slipped below the nose as the one still turning propeller missed the top strand of barbed wire by a mere inch or two. The next concern was the road that ran across the flight path of the runway just a few short meters past the fence. Chris looked to his left just in time to see the blue Holden Commodore, which had no chance of missing the falling aircraft. The car and airplane slammed together, the car impacting just behind the cockpit. The impact of the car skewed the aircraft violently to the left. The impact with the ground was just as violent. The last thing that went through Chris' mind as he felt the inertia reels on his shoulder straps lock was "I'm so sorry Devon." After that everything went black.
The aircraft and combined car slid to a halt in the open field across the road. Acrid, thick, black smoke plumed up from the wreckage. On board the aircraft passengers moaned as they began to try and move about, feeling all their various injuries.
In the control tower the controllers had seen the explosion of the engine and watched as the aircraft began to slowly fall from the sky. The ground controller had reached over slapped the crash alarm, alerting fire and ambulance crews. Two of the airport's three fire tenders were speeding down the taxiways towards the rising plume of smoke within a minute, as the ambulance and paramedic car raced down the airport's main road. The lead fire truck didn't even bother to slow down as it reached the locked perimeter bump gate. The restraining chain and lock giving way easily under the impact of the heavy vehicle. It took under two minutes for the fire tenders to arrive at the scene of the crash. The lead truck quickly started his water canon on the roof of the cabin, sending a mix of water and fire retarding foam over the smoking and smoldering left wing. Within seconds the wing was completely encased in thick foam as the paramedics from the second truck and the ambulance crew rushed to the aircraft. A large white tiger dressed in full fire gear hefted the gas powered buzz saw from the equipment compartment and began to cut an entry into the wreckage.
A few of the passengers who had managed to escape serious injury pushed out the right over wing exit and began to clamber out of the aircraft, each was met by a paramedic and escorted around to the back of the one waiting ambulance. The sound of approaching sirens could be heard over the shrieking of the saw as it cut and tore its way through the aluminum fuselage. Soon two, then three, and finally four additional ambulances pulled to a halt in the open field. Police cars followed shortly after and officers kept the growing crowd of bystanders back to a safe distance as others quickly blocked off traffic in both directions.
Once the tiger finally got the hole cut in the fuselage of the aircraft he stepped aside as his partners rushed into the aircraft to free the remaining trapped passengers. Firemen walked a few of the less severely injured passengers out of the new door that they'd created, handing them off to other paramedics. The paramedics treated the minor cuts and other injuries quickly before shipping the passengers off to nearby Nambour General Hospital for further treatment. By now as one ambulance left another from one of the other stations pulled in.
One paramedic tried the cockpit door, but found that it was jammed shut by the twisted bulkhead that it was hinged to. He motioned to one of the nearby firemen who quickly retrieved the buzz saw and cut away the two hinges. With the hinges no longer holding the door the paramedic dragged it open and stepped inside. Glen was leaning back in his seat with his left paw pressed tightly over a deep cut on his forehead that had been caused be a flying piece of glass from a side window that had shattered in the impact. The paramedic reached over Glen's shoulder and unclipped his seatbelt before half lifting, half dragging him from his seat. A second paramedic waited beside the cockpit door and helped pack Glen off to a waiting ambulance.
The first paramedic quickly returned to the cockpit and looked Chris over. Chris was slumped forward over the control column. His once clean white shirt was soaked red with blood from a gash on the back of his head. His right footpaw stuck out from behind the center console at a very odd angle and the paramedic couldn't tell whether or not he was breathing. Placing his latex gloved paw against Chris' neck he could feel a weak pulse. The paramedic stuck his head out of the cockpit door and told his partner to get a stretcher and to radio the rescue helicopter to be ready to takeff immediately.
The paramedic pulled Chris' limp body from the left paw seat and laid him on the stretcher that had been brought from a waiting ambulance. It was a quick forty second dash from the crash site to the rescue helicopter base. As the ambulance pulled in the flight medic and crew chief rushed from the building. They had their helmets on and were ready to fly. The ambulance had barely managed to stop before they were throwing open the back doors and pulling the stretcher, complete with patient from the back. They pushed the stretcher quickly through the building and around the back of the helicopter as it sat on the pad. The two pilots at the controls had the engines running and the blades turning as their crewmates loaded their precious cargo in through the big clamshell doors at the back.
Once Chris was loaded and secured both medics hopped aboard. The crew chief gave the pilot in the right paw seat a quick tap on the shoulder, signaling that they were ready to go. "Maroochydore Tower, Rescue 511, request taxi and airways clearance for the Royal Brisbane Hospital, Med 1."
"Rescue 511, Maroochydore Tower, cleared immediate departure, track direct to the RBH."
"Direct to the RBH, Rescue 511." The pilot in the left paw seat said as the pilot in the right paw seat smoothly lifted the big helicopter from its pad.
Soon the helicopter was speeding over the ground on its way to the hospital, the two paramedics in the back kept a close watch on all of Chris' vital signs as the two pilots steered the craft. The rhythmic humming beat of the chopper's four main rotor blades managed to pull Chris back into conciseness. He tried to open his eyes but found that the small amount of sunlight that they let in and the strobe effect of the spinning blades made his head pound worse then it already was. He tried to move slightly but found that he was strapped down securely. One of the paramedics laid a gloved paw over his. Chris tried to say something but all that came out of his muzzle was incoherent babble. Then everything faded to darkness again.
Twenty-five minutes after rescue 511 departed Maroochydore it was setting down on the rooftop helipad of Royal Brisbane Hospital, a team of doctors and nurses waited by the elevator to receive their patient. The two paramedics quickly hopped out of the side door and pulled Chris from the back of the helicopter. As they began to wheel him over to the waiting doctors the medical team came forward meeting the medics about halfway the crew chief gave the doctors a brief rundown on their newest patient, before returning to the helicopter and getting back into the air for their next run.
Back on the coast Devon sat at home looking at the half dozen roses that Chris had sent him. Chris' attempted apology rested on the kitchen table under Devon's folded paws, the ink was runny in a few places where Devon's tears had landed on the paper. He knew it was always a struggle for Chris to try and put his feelings into words and the note from the flowers along with his letter from the morning showed that he'd done his best to express the way he really felt. Devon was just staring into the roses, nursing a coffee when the doorbell rang. He wiped the last bit of moisture from the sides of his muzzle before he got up to answer the door.
"Yes." He said as he opened the door slowly. His breath caught in his throat when he saw the two uniformed police officers standing on his front step.
"Mr. Devon Bradmen?" the first officer, a large lion, asked as he removed his cap.
"Yes." Devon managed to squeak out.
"I'm Inspector Reed and this is Sergeant Fieldmen, we're with the Queensland police service. Are you Chris Gram's significant other?"
"Yes." Devon was just about to start sobbing.
"There's been an accident involving Mr. Gram and he's been taken to the Royal Brisbane Hospital for treatment. He is expected to recover, but he's in a serious condition." Inspector Reed said.
"I don't have any way to get down there." Devon managed between sniffles. At least it wasn't as bad as he'd first feared.
"Sergeant Fieldmen and I can take you down." Replied Inspector Reed without missing a beat.
"Oh. Ok, just give me a minute to lock up." Devon said still trying not to break down totally.
A few minutes later Devon and the two officers sped off down the Bruce highway towards Brisbane. The drive was made a bit shorter by the fact that Inspector Reed left his lights and siren on the whole time and only rarely dropped his speed below 130 kph down the highway. But for the hour and a quarter that passed as they drove into the heart of the city Devon never said a word and just sniffled as a few tears that he couldn't hold back rolled down the fur at the sides of his muzzle.
At the hospital the two officers escorted Devon to the waiting room and helped him through the red tape and mound of forms that needed filling out as he waited for news about Chris. About ten minutes after starting to fill out the paperwork the two officers departed. Devon thanked them for getting him down here. They both simply nodded before heading back up to the coast and their own mountain of paperwork.
Devon waited in the lobby for what seemed to be an eternity until a nurse came over and told him that Chris was out of surgery and that he could go and see him now. Devon wasted no time getting up to Chris' room. He stood by his lover's bed and looked at the slick, glossy brown fur. A few places still showed hints of crimson. His right leg was set in plaster and a tube run over one ear, under his nose where a pair of small outlets pushed oxygen into his system, then over the other ear and back behind his head. Devon gently stroked Chris' left paw as the last of his mental strength gave out and he began to sob uncontrollably. His whole body shook with each breath he took as tears streamed from his eyes and down the sides of his muzzle. He planted his head on the sheets, his forehead resting on Chris' paw as he cried. Soon the sheet beneath his face was soaked and he twisted, flopping heavily into a chair beside the bed. Devon didn't know how long he continued to cry or even when he passed out from lack of energy.
Two days passed much the same way as Devon slept beside Chris' bed, refusing the nurse's repeated requests that he get a proper nights rest. On the third morning Chris groaned softly and slowly opened his eyes. Only to screw them shut again as the bright artificial light caused a splitting headache to envelope him. He moved his paw slightly until it brushed against something. The something was soft, warm, and fur covered. The brushing of Chris' paw against his stirred Devon from his sleep and he stood up quickly to look down at his mate. Chris could hear the shuffling of footpaws beside him as Devon stood up. Slowly and carefully he opened his eyes again, ignoring the returning headache until his vision cleared enough for him to see Devon's face looking down at him.
Devon smiled softly and gently rubbed his mate's paw as he looked down at him. Chris managed to smile back weakly. He worked his muzzle a few times as he gazed back into Devon's eyes. He took in the dark tracks that had been worn into his fur beside his muzzle from what must have been a massive amount of crying. "I'm so very sorry Devon." Chris managed to say softly. "I've been a complete fool and neglected you. I love you more then anything else in this world and from now on I intend to prove it."
Devon smiled back and wiped a few tear from his eye, "I love you more then anything as well Chris."
The End... 24-06
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Warning! The following story contains acts of sex between two males, an anthro fox and a stallion (Bestiality). If you are sensitive about gay sex and or bestiality stop reading now! Otherwise, enjoy the story!
This story is about Dusty, an 18 year old male fox living with his parents on their ranch. This is about Dustys first sexual experience with Dark, one of the stallions on the ranch.
Dusty opened the doors to the stable and went in, letting the warm summer sun shine into the large building. The young fox went past the first rows of boxes without showing much interest for the horses inside. This morning, he was going to take a ride on his favorite horse. Dusty went on until he came to the fifth box on the left, stopped in front of it and looked at the pitch black horse inside. The large stallion looked back at Dusty with his dark eyes, recognizing the fox.
"- Hey there Dark" the fox said, stroking the stallions head "What about a ride?"
The stallion raised his ears, carefully listening to the fox, eager to come out in the wonderful weather. "Just wait a second boy and I'll go and get your saddle" Dusty said in a calm voice and went of towards the equipment room looking for a saddle.
The walls in the equipment room were covered with helmets, saddles, halters, riding clothes and so on. The fox quickly grabbed a halter and a saddle of the wall and went back to Dark with the saddle over his left arm and the halter in his right paw. He went on to Darks box and placed the things on the floor, opened the box door and led out Dark in the walkway.
When Dusty bent down to get the saddle, he noticed something between the stallion's legs. When he took a closer look he saw the stallions erect member hanging down between Darks thighs. Since his dad owned the ranch, this wasn't the first time Dusty saw this, but lately, he had been much more interested about the stallions on the ranch. He also noticed that his own prick started to get hard.
He knew that this was what he had been fantasizing about for long now but he knew it was a completely different thing to really do it. He recognized that it wasn't considered normal for furs to have sex with quadruped animals, It would surely make many of his friends reject him if it got out. But if he was going to do it, now was the right moment. The rest of his family was in the city shopping so he was home alone. But was he going to do it? After a short consideration with himself, he went over and closed the stable doors, then turned to Dark with his whole body trembling.
Dusty placed himself under the big stallion, but to his disappointment was Darks erection over, now only his sheath visible.
"Let's see if we can give you that hard cock you had before" Dusty said to Dark with his sexiest voice while he pulled his t-shirt over his head. He quickly removed his pants and boxers freeing his own, now rock hard cock, eager to get started. Dusty slowly moved his muzzle towards the stallions sheath and started to lick it with long strokes. He could feel how Dark started to shiver and soon, the stallion's member started to grow. Dusty stopped licking. Instead, he took the half erected horse cock in his muzzle and slowly started to suck it sending waves of pleasure through the stallion.
Darks member started to grow faster. Soon, Dusty got some trouble sucking the thick cock without scratch it with his sharp teeth, but in some way he managed to do it. Now, the stallions cock had grown to its full 25 inches. As Dusty continued sucking, soaking the massive cock with his saliva, he felt how the stallion started to pant heavily. As he felt this, Dusty started to massage the cock's base with his right paw making pre flow from the stallion's member into the fox's mouth.
Dusty quickly swallowed all of the tasty fluid. With his other paw, Dusty started to play with the stallions balls, making the horse even hornier. With his muzzle, well wetted by Darks pre, Dusty started to suck harder and faster making the stallion shot more cum into Dustys muzzle who gladly swallowed all of it. Dusty felt that Dark was close to cumming now, to speed things up; he took both of his paws, stroking up and down over the whole stallionhood.
This was enough to send Dark over the edge, a flood of cum splashed into the fox's mouth. The cum Dusty didn't managed to swallow ran down his cheeks and soaked his chest and stomach, soaking his fur. Dark spayed cum for a good minute before he finally relaxed and stood, panting from exhaustion, Dusty got up on his feet, gently stroking the stallion talking to him with a sexy voice: "Well wasn't that nice Dark, I didn't know you were such a stud." Dark looked at him and gave Dusty a couple of licks which gave the stallion a good taste of himself making Dusty giggle when the soft tongue tickled him..
Suddenly, Dark lay down on the floor rolling over on his back, giving Dusty a good look on the stallions still fully erected cock. It was like the stallion was begging for more. This time, Dusty didn't hesitate one second, he quickly went down on his knees and positioned himself behind the stallion's hind legs and locked on his own, rock hard cock.
"Now, it's your time to be my bitch" the fox said with his horny voice, stroking the stallions balls. With a quick motion, Dusty entered Darks ass with his foxhood making the stallion tremble of excitement and surprise. At first, Dusty was amazed by the incredible tightness and warmth from the stallion's ass but soon, he continued to push the rest of his cock into the stallion sending wonderful sensations through them both. Dusty could feel how he started to leak pre soaking the stallion's thigh ass making it easier to enter. In the meantime, the stallion were lying on the floor panting heavily, dripping his own pre over his stomach, really enjoying being fucked.
Dusty started to thrust his hips, making his cock sliding in and out the stallion's ass stimulating Darks prostate. To increase the pleasure for Dark, Dusty started to glide his paws up and down over the stallion's member, pawing of the horse, making Dark quiver and spray additional cum onto himself. Dusty could feel how his own orgasm was rising; he started to thrust faster and harder stimulating himself and the stallion more and more.
The increased tempo was too much for Dark, the stallion started to shake, spurting loads of cum over him covering his belly with the sticky white fluid. The stallion's orgasm sent spasms through his ass massaging the fox's cock. This was enough to send the fox over the edge too, giving him a powerful orgasm. Dusty moaned as he shot his load of cum into the stallion's tight ass, groaning in pleasure. Dusty continued to hump the horse with short, fast strokes filling up the stallion's hot ass with the sweet cum. After a while, Dusty stopped pumping Dark and relaxed, leaning forward to rest on the stallion's stomach, getting his cheek all wet by horses cum.
The two of them remained in that position for minutes, just enjoying each other. After a while however, Dusty slid out his now soft cock from Darks ass to have time to clean up the sticky mess before the rest of the family would arrive home.
Dusty sat in the kitchen when he heard the family's car drive up on the front yard and parked next to his land rover. The family stepped out, carrying lots of stuff. His dad entered the door throwing down a pair of boots on the floor next to him. "I hope you didn't have too boring while we were away son?" his father asked the young fox, "No, I have had a pretty good time actually" Dusty replied, hard to hide the big smile spreading over his muzzle...
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*What?! Part 4 already?! Yes i know its a bit soon to write the next story but to be honest i was very disappointed about how part 3 turned out. There were alot of grammar mistakes because my computer was lagging and i am sorry today my computer is working much better! Anyway this part might be a bit shorter then the rest of my parts because it will only involve Talbains past. Enjoy and tell me what you think about it! P.S this story will still be in Talbains view the next one will return to Collin's view.*
After i shut the door with all of my might i started to punch the bed as hard as i could leaving great sinkholes in it. But that was nowhere near enough to put my rage to rest. I put my hands down under the bed and flipped over on its other side and hear a small crash from the bedframe. I ripped apart the blankets and pillows until there were nothing but peice of soft cotton.
I then began to punch the dressers and the cabinets breaking off big peices of wood with every blow. Tears were flowing down my face on the humuliating and painful memories about my past but i still had so much rage to release. I picked up what was left of the dresser and threw it outside the window breaking it with a mighty crash and leaving fragments of glass all over the floor.
Then I howled loudly and furiously at the stars and partial moon nearly letting my wild side take over me. Without looking i punched at an object in the wall and when i opened my eyes from the peices of more glass hitting my face i saw i broke the wall mirror in my room. I looked at it for awhile still breathing heavily and growling from my destruction before.
I saw a horrible creature monsterous and vicious with his claws and teeth showing. It almost looked feral but as i continued to look at it my rage seemed to be departing. That creature was me i was turning feral because of what those vampire told me.
"I am not that weak, I am better then them" I told myself
I know i'm better then vampires, monsters with no values or morals I cannot stoop to their level of dealing with things. I am no feral i am not a mindless beast that should be put down for its own good. I know I am capable of doing great things and i intend to do so! Not far infront of ferals are humans. Ingorent little whelps! So many off them so capable of great things yet they still harm us and each other for such little matters.
I will never become a being so blind to everything around them, living life with such little meaning and hardly begin recognized for it! I will be know throughout history! And hunters MONSTERS! Killing and pillaging anything that isn't a human! believing just because they are not human they can kill them without any consequences or worry for payback later! I hate those loathesome beasts they have done nothing for us and are a stain on the earth they-
Then a jolt came into my mind.
"But who's house am i living in right now?" a good part of me asked myself.
"Collin's." i replied slowly knowing the reply
"And what is Collin?" it asked
"...A hunter" I replied back to it hanging my head in shame
"Yes, Collin is a hunter and despite you being a werewolf he still let you lived here without hardly asking a thing of you." the good side said
"I know" I replied faintly and sadly
"He could have killed you, left your body to rot in the sun, and take your claws and fangs as a trophy but instead he gave you a home, cooked your meals, and saved your life from those vampires and this is how you repay him? This is how you say thank you?"
I looked around at the destruction i caused and hanged my head even lower in shame and realized how ungrateful i was.
"No" i replied faintly again
"You still did it. You destroyed your room because of what those vampires told you and Collin even offered you to talk about it, if you wanted to but instead you decide to break part of his house?"
"I am sorry I-"
"I am not the one you should be apologizing too Talbain." It told me
"I know the next morning i will apologize to Collin and if he asks it of me i will leave his house and never return. But not before i tell him." I said to my good side confidently
"Tell him what?"
"My past"
I went over to the wreck bed and began to set it back up without any pillows of covers and slept on it. This maybe will be the last time i sleep in a bed. Collin gave so much for me when he wasn't obligated to but he still did it and he did it with a smile without worrying about the consequences for it later. I need to tell him i'm sorry. And if by some miracle he forgives me maybe...someday...we could be friends.
The sun finally reached to the postion to shine in sunlight into my room and wake me up. This is it, i have to tell Collin i'm sorry and my past. I hope it goes well. I opened my slightly cracked door and looked around but didn't see Collin. I sniff the air and smelled a scent coming from the same place as before but with a different aroma. Was Collin cooking again?
I walked dwon stairs slowly and quietly ready for a hostile greeting when i entered the kitchen. When i turned the corner i saw Collin making pancakes and sausage. I took a few more steps forward before Collin noticed me. Instead of a usual smile he gave me a concerned looked obiviously wondering how i would react this morning
I sighed softly to myself and tried to get Collin on his good side.
"Good morning Collin."
"Morning" he said returning to his cooking without emotion.
"Collin I want to apologize about what i said before. I took out my anger at you. You, the least person who deserves it now. You even offered politely to talk about it and i simply lost it. I know you didn't deserve that and out of all the kindness you showed my in these last few days i realized i was wrong to blame you and tell you that talking could never fix anything. I should have known better after you gave me a house, food, and even saved my life that you were only meaning well. And i like the monster i am repayed you with horrible words and broke my gifts from you to me like a spoiled child. Please Collin, i am not asking you to forgive me because i don't deserve but i want you to know that i'm sorry for what i did"
I hanged my head down and looked up waiting for his response. Collin push the pans away and unbelievably gave a smile like all the times before.
"Its okay Talbain. I figured you had a bad past but despite every warning in my head in asked you anyway if you wanted to talk about it. I admit you did scare me a bit from your destruction last night and i wondered if you wanted to leave."
"If you want me to leave Collin you only have to ask" i said hoping for a miracle
"I don't want you to leave Talbain. Not only because of the politcal values our living together may bring but for more...personal reasons." Collin said looking out at the window above the stove.
Tears started water my eyes and i couldn't believe what heard before i could ask the question i came down here for Collin spoke again.
"I forgive you Talbain"
I almost broke down to the ground when i heard that ,my whole life, that was all i wanted to hear in my life and Collin gave me that to. I think of him as an equal know. I think of him as a friend.
But a dread feeling came over to me but my good side fought it off and i knew what i had to tell Collin.
"Collin?"
"What is it Talbain?"
"I think its time it told you."
"Tell me what?"
"About my past."
"Talbain, you don't have to if it's too much to-"
"I WANT to tell you"
We went into the living room and sat on the chairs opposite of each other and facing each other. We both sat down and Collin gave me his full attention. Well here goes nothing.
"I am...I *was* prince Talbain 'The People's Guardian' was my title, 2nd to the heir of the kingdom of Krisa the werewolf settlement a 100 miles from here. I lived most of my life in a castle with my father, the king. My mother the queen and my older brother the heir to the throne by right. My mother died when i was still an infant my father refused to tell me why even to this day i had a feeling though it wasn't a peaceful death. I lived alone most of the time in my room studying and training to become the head general of our army as the second son always should. I didn't have many true friends the nobility there are the same as everywhere Prideful, lazy, and don't know the meaning of a hard days work. I accually found the servants and slaves to be more interesting then the nobles bloated ego's floating everywhere. But despite my social standing and my station i would always go into the common towns and farmlands talking and listening to the commonfolks troubles and offered any solutions i could. They praised me for having 'the people's touch'. I did have a horrible encounter from hunters though, i learned alot about about hunters and their ways most of which i couldn't agree with. But only a year ago my older brother Raoul decided he had waited long enough for my age to take my father and with the current army general Kregan killed my father in treason on the very steps to his throne. I saw the whole thing and was stunned at what i saw. Only the general was there at the time so i ran to my brothers room and told him what happened. But as i entered the door i saw Raoul in battle armor and with a weapon in hand and was about to leave the room. When i asked him what he was doing he only gave an evil grin calling me a foolish little brother and tried to kill me right there. I barely managed to escape and when i left the caslte i saw the villages burning and people fighting and dying everywhere. The peasants still loyal to the former king were quickly cut down by the royal guards. I...I ran away. I left them to fight a hopeless battle. I ran into the woods trying to regain my mind on what happened. I saw my whole world, my value, my own family turned upside down and i couldn't do a thing at the time. I spent so many months in self pity and regret i had no idea what to do. So only 3 months ago i returned to the commonfolk suffering greatly from Kregans brutal rule and asked them if they wanted to rebel. They were terrified of the idea and looked at me as if i was from a completely different kingdom far away. Only then did i realized my name...my title...was wiped off the records of history and i was nonexistant. I was nobody. I failed everyone including myself. I ,of course ,become a great target for vampires being a exiled prince was a worthy kill for them. I drank so much i almost killed myself doing so. But i came to a decision. I would kill Kregan and my brother for their treason and led a rebellion to free my people and become someone again."
Collin's eyes were wide and his jaw was open as if some put a 10 pound bar in it. I could tell he was amazed by this story. But i also saw he had some questions
"You...you really are a prince?"
"Yes and no my name was erased so i was basically never alive to them"
"Why not get another kingdom to help you take back your throne?"
Talbain shook his head
"Most kingdoms woundn't care about another kingdom's plight unless it involved there own. If I went to another kingdom i would be quickly turned down. So its up to me to get back my throne."
"Something tells me your not just using me and my house for a quick rest are you?"
Talbain looked at Collin who was stareing right at him waiting for his response and looked at the ground
"At first I was just using you Collin. You were a great cover and a source of protection but also a good place to start my headquaters for an active rebellion against those traitors and murderers. But over time you showed me such great kindness you have in these few days then in a year ago and even to my own people. You have shown me Collin that not all humans and hunters are evil, ignorant little monsters. I am sorry for thinking so low of you before i was clearly mistaken. I again do not ask forgiveness."
"How far are you in your rebellion?"
"Not far i don't have a single person on my side yet."
"Well! You have one now!" Collin said standing up and offering me a hand to lift me out of the chair.
I looked at him with wide watery eyes and a mind in complete disbelief. He...he wants to join me?!
"Y-y-you want to help me retake my throne?"
"Of course i will help you even though hunters may hate all werewolfs equally the thing they hate even more in cruel, undeserved suffering. I know many other hunters that would gladly help you retake your throne.But it will take some time for them to arrive i can't guarantee they will be here in a year or so. Can we join you on you rebellion against tyranny Talbain?" Collin said smiling and proudly.
I took his hand and was lifted up but i still shoke Collins hand. I was so happy at everything he just said.
"I would be honored that you and your fellow hunters will help me fight against Kregan and my brother. I can't thank enough for this I-" I said with tears rolling down my eyes
"Its okay Talbain you don't have to act tough in front of me."
"I need to go outside and be by myself for awhile."
Collin nodded and went back to into the kitchen. I went out the front door and let the breeze and the scenery take a great hold of me. I can hardly believe this. I can start a rebellion, I can take back my throne, i can start a new life with a new name. I owe Collin everything he his not only a friend now but an ally. I looked at the light blue sky with a few perfectly white clouds in it and said.
"I will avenge you dad, your dream of humans and werewolfs living in peace will come true."
*I really enjoyed writing this part and i hoped you guys enjoyed even more i will write Collin's past next and will see what they think of each other then DUN DUN DAAAAA! lol see you guys later and don't forget to give any tips or advise on writing goodbye!* | The Scent of a Lover Part 4 by Castro Talon | [
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"Wow," Natalie said one balmy afternoon, lifting her sunglasses from where she lounged by the pool. Her pale skin gleamed with sunblock. "Who's that hot older guy coming toward us?"
"Shut up," Lily laughed, and waved to her father. "Hi, Dad."
Robert smiled as he approached, wearing a tee shirt, shorts, embarrassing sandals, a bottle of microbrew in one hand. "Hello, girls. Enjoying the pool?"
It was soon after the end of the school year: the last hot, carefree summer before Lily and Natalie started college and their adult lives. They were headed for separate schools. It would be a long time before either of them saw each other again. In keeping with a lifetime of pacts and vows, they chose to spend their time the way they'd spent so many summers before: sunning themselves by the pool at Lily's house.
"Yes, Mister Weston," Natalie said sweetly. The two of them occupied the reclining chairs next to the pool, in matching two-piece swimsuits of cherry red. "Come hang out with us?"
Lily's dad smiled a mouthful of perfect teeth. "Please, Natalie, you can call me Robert."
"Okay, Robert," Natalie purred. "Do you want to come sit with us?"
Lily rolled her eyes behind her sunglasses.
"I'd love to. Unfortunately, I have to take off. I have work."
"On a Saturday?" Natalie's lips curled into a sympathetic pout. "That's unfair."
Lily's dad worked as a marketing exec who had retired at forty and spent the last eight years traveling or kicking around his sprawling two-story house. Lily's mother was long-gone, having divorced Robert when Lily was only ten. Now Lily was eighteen and Natalie just nineteen, and the two of them had spent many springs and summers livening up the mostly-empty house.
Robert nodded and finished his beer. "Tell me about it. You two have the house to yourselves. Stay out of trouble while I'm gone, all right?"
"Hurry back," Natalie called after him in a silky voice. Robert saluted with his beer and padded back into the house to change clothes.
Lily doffed her sunglasses. "Holy shit, Natalie. Hit on my dad some more, why don't you?"
Natalie giggled. "What? Your dad is hot. Like young-dad hot."
"Are you kidding? He's like fifty."
"Forty-six," Natalie corrected. "Do you not know how old your own dad is?"
"Wait," Lily said. "How do YOU know that?"
Natalie judiciously re-applied sunblock. "We talk sometimes, when you're in the bathroom. And I friended him on Facebook."
"Oh god. Whatever, just stop flirting with my dad, please."
Natalie laughed. "Nope. I do what I want."
Lily sighed. Sometimes, she wondered how they'd stayed friends this long. They were opposites in so many ways. Lily was short, dark-haired, tan and slim, with horn-rimmed glasses that gave her a bookish demeanor — which was accurate, considering she would much rather stay in and read most nights. Natalie, on the other hand, was tall, athletic, honey-blonde, and pale, with flawless skin and a fearless, extroverted personality that seemed to draw men to her like a magnet.
Even in high school, Natalie had fielded a dozen or more boys asking for dates and dances, while Lily watched from the sidelines. Which was fine with Lily. Most boys her age were idiots.
Still, she often wished she had Natalie's mischievous and impulsive nature. Natalie was a girl who did what she want, when she wanted, and while she never did anything outrageously stupid, she never seemed to get in any real trouble either. Lily wasn't sure she was capable of that level of daring.
"Okay," Lily said. "Can you not do it in front of me, then?"
"What if I did him in front of you?" Natalie asked, tucking her hair behind her ears.
Lily gasped. "Nat!"
"What? I'd totally do your dad."
"You're disgusting."
Lily's shock only seemed to egg Natalie onward. "Can you imagine if we got married? I'd be your mom. I'd totally ground you. Take away your car keys."
Lily grabbed her smartphone, blushing. She began thumbing through apps to distract herself from her discomfort. "I am begging you, Natalie, shut the fuck up."
Natalie giggled — a sound that had driven men to distraction many times in Lily's presence. "Okay, fine. You are such a prude."
"I am not. That's my dad you're talking about, that's all."
"I'm sorry," Natalie said. But her mischievous grin said otherwise.
\
The afternoon cooled to a warm evening, and Robert had still not returned. Lily and Natalie went for a swim, lounged until it got too cold, then went inside. Natalie dressed in a tank top and shorts, while Lily threw on a long tee shirt and pajama bottoms. They got hungry and ordered pizza delivery, and Lily filched a twenty from the "emergency" cash jar.
"Damn," Natalie said after paying the driver and shutting the door.
"What?" Lily sprawled on the couch in the spacious living room, flipping through movies on the fifty-inch wide-screen.
"The driver wasn't cute."
Lily laughed. "Natalie, does your brain constantly occupy some sort of weird porn-verse?"
Natalie dropped the pizza box unceremoniously to the floor and flopped down beside it. She flipped it open, releasing a puff of steam. "What? I can't long for a hot pizza delivery guy to seduce?"
"I think maybe my dad might object to seducing the pizza guy."
"What if I took him in the bathroom? Would that be okay?"
Lily tied her hair into a messy bun. "Please stop talking. I'm going to get us drinks."
She wandered to the kitchen — spotless, roomy, and abandoned, like most of the rest of the oversized house — and opened the fridge. She stared at the racks of diet soda, sparkling water, and other beverages for a few moments before plucking a pair of hard ciders from the bottom shelf. She popped them open and returned to the living room.
Natalie perked up as soon as she saw the frosty bottles in Lily's hand. "Ooh! Booze!"
Lily handed her one. Robert had made it clear that he didn't mind if the girls drank in the house, as long as they didn't get carried away. Lily's mom would have lost her mind if she'd known — she'd always considered Robert overly permissive. But Mom wasn't in the picture anymore.
"Your dad is the coolest," Natalie said as she polished off half her bottle in one go.
"Yeah, the way he contributes to our moral degradation."
"That's exactly what I meant," Natalie said, picking idly at her slice of pizza.
"Just don't get any of that on the carpet," Lily warned. "Cool or not, he'll lose his shit."
They polished off two slices of pizza each, along with their bottles of cider — then went back for more cider. Within the hour, they'd each had three, and Lily's head was pleasantly buzzing. They lay on the couch together, watching some stupid sci-fi movie that neither of them paid much attention to.
"I have to tell you something," Natalie said at last, her voice carrying the lazy, roundabout tone of the mildly intoxicated. She held her phone inches from her face, as she lounged on the couch, scrolling idly with one thumb.
"What's that?"
"I really do think your dad is hot."
"Oh, not this again," Lily said.
"I do!" Natalie gave Lily a wide-eyed, sincere look that seemed so serious that Lily laughed out loud.
"You're making fun of me," Natalie complained.
"No, I'm not, you're just... you so want me to know how you'd do my dad."
"I would totally do him," Natalie said with great conviction. "Is he dating anybody?"
"You want to date my dad?"
Natalie shook her head. "Dating would be too complicated. I'm leaving in the fall. I'm wondering if he needs to get laid."
"Oh, my god." Lily buried her face in one of the couch's pillows for a moment.
Natalie laughed. "Seriously, looking at it objectively, like... through the eyes of another person. You don't think your dad's attractive?"
Lily sighed and looked at her hands, not answering. Silence spooled out for a long minute.
Finally, Natalie spoke. "Um, hello?"
"Okay," Lily said. "I'm going to tell you something, and it has to be our secret, okay?"
"Oh, this sounds good." Natalie locked her phone and crossed her legs underneath her, turning to face Lily fully. "Shoot."
"Seriously, you have to promise."
Natalie held up a hand solemnly. "I swear."
Lily took a deep breath. "Yes. I do."
Natalie blinked. "Do what?"
"Think my dad is hot." Lily punched Natalie lightly on the arm. "Jesus, you made me say it."
"Of course I did. Like, how hot?"
"Like..." Lily ducked her head shyly.
"Uhh!" Natalie crowed. "I know what that little head-thing means. Tell me right now."
"I've had... thoughts about him," Lily said.
Natalie lifted her eyebrows. "Thoughts? Like what kind of thoughts?"
"Ugh, you're going to think I'm a total freak."
"Lily, listen. For one, I already know you're a total freak. Second, look at who you're talking to. There's nothing you can say that can shock me."
"I kind of want to fuck my dad," Lily blurted.
Natalie nodded slowly. "Okay, almost nothing."
"Don't be mean!" Lily protested.
Natalie stifled a giggle, then put her serious face back on. "Sorry. Okay. I, uh... wow."
Lily clapped her hands to her face. "I can't believe I told you that."
"So, how long have you felt this way?" Natalie asked, putting a finger on her chin, playing therapist.
Lily blushed. "A while. Mostly over the past year. I know I shouldn't think of him like that, but... I have."
"And yet you got so uptight when I said I thought he was bangable. This explains a fucking lot."
"Shut up."
"So, have you had fantasies about him? I want details."
"No!" Lily exclaimed.
"No, you haven't had them, or no, you won't share them?"
"The second one."
"Aw, come on," Natalie implored. "You hit me with this bombshell, you can't stop now. Just tell me one. One little naughty father-daughter fantasy. I'll be your best friend."
"You already are my best friend."
"All the more reason." Natalie bounced in place. "Please?"
Lily swallowed her anxiety. Her head still buzzed from the cider, making her feel relaxed and careless. The worst was already over. What was one more secret? "Okay, fine."
Natalie applauded happily and sat forward, all ears.
"Okay, well." Lily swallowed, wishing she had another drink. "A few nights ago, I came out to get a drink in the middle of the night. Dad was sleeping in front of the television, in the big chair he likes. He was wearing his bathrobe, and it had kind of... fallen open."
Natalie's mouth made a wide, round O, and she slowly covered it with her hands.
"And I could see his... um..."
"His cock," Natalie said.
Lily felt another blush creeping up her neck and cheeks. "Right. And he was hard. I could just see the edge of it under his bathrobe."
"Oh my god," Natalie said. "What did you do?"
"I got some water from the fridge and went back to bed."
"Did you, you know... finish yourself off?"
Lily felt her face get hot. She looked down at her crossed legs.
"OH MY GOD, YOU DID," Natalie said.
"Shut up! Tell the whole world, why don't you?"
Natalie giggled helplessly through her hands. "Holy shit. All this time, I thought you were like this shy little wallflower, and you are completely filthy. That is amazing!"
"Yeah, okay," Lily said. "I'm glad this is so funny to you."
"It's not funny." Natalie forced a grin off her face. "Okay, well it is, but that's also kind of hot, in a sick and twisted sort of way."
"Please don't make me regret telling you," Lily said.
"I won't. I'll be nice, I promise."
They sat in silence for a moment, Lily still feeling the strange inner thrill of confessing something utterly taboo to someone. Her heart was pounding against her chest. In truth, she'd thought about it more than just that one night — there had been many times over the past few months when forbidden thoughts had crossed her mind. It had taken forever for her to acknowledge them, much less explore them fully in her mind. But confessing to her best friend made it easier to cope with.
"So do you think he'd ever go for it?" Natalie asked out of the blue.
Lily's mouth dropped open. "What?"
"Your dad. Do you think he might feel the same way?"
"Of course not! Are you out of your mind?"
Natalie bit her thumbnail thoughtfully. "Are you sure?"
"Of course I'm sure. He is not... like... that." Lily's voice lost conviction as she spoke. In truth, she had no idea.
"You might be surprised. I'll bet a lot of guys think that way about their daughters and wish they could do something about it. Maybe he sees you in those little bikini bottoms and wishes he could pull—"
"Stop," Lily said.
"Sorry." Natalie licked her lips. "What if I could find out for you?"
Lily felt a surge of anger. "Natalie! You promised you wouldn't make me regret telling you!"
Natalie backed off, throwing up her hands. "I won't! I promise. I won't say anything without your permission."
"Thank you," Lily said.
Natalie's sly smile returned. "But what if I could find out for you?"
"How?"
"By flirting with him," Natalie said. "Maybe a little more than flirting. I'm old enough. And it's not like I'm his daughter. And maybe if I get him wound up enough, I could ask him some questions..."
"You're completely twisted," Lily said.
"Yeah," Natalie confessed. "But wouldn't you be interested to find out?"
Lily's mouth was already open to deliver a resounding no to the question, but then the thought crossed her mind. What if he did think of her that way? What if she wasn't alone in these forbidden thoughts?
It was unthinkable, of course — but it was also thrilling, so taboo it made her heart race faster in her chest. And Natalie, the daring one, the girl who did whatever she wanted, who could do things Lily could never do...
"Yes," Lily said at last. "I would."
\
That night, they cleaned up the mess in the living room as best they could. Dad was still not home. Lily didn't bother trying to hide the empty cider bottles — Dad would just find out anyway. Putting aside sudden, randy thoughts of him punishing her for her mischief (bending her over the kitchen table, one hand on the back of her neck, the other on her ass), she put the leftover pizza in the fridge for him and went to bed. Natalie was staying over, so she took the downstairs bedroom.
The next morning, she awoke to find Natalie in her bed, straddling her in nothing but a powder-blue nightgown. Lily jumped to wakefulness.
"What the fuck!" she blurted, her heart jumping. "Don't just sneak in here!"
Natalie put a gentle, chilly hand over Lily's mouth.
"Shush," she whispered. "You're never going to guess who's downstairs, passed out in his comfy chair."
"So?" Lily asked. "What do you want me to do about it?"
Natalie brushed blonde hair back behind both ears. "You? Nothing. I'm going to go down there and suck his cock."
"You are not!" Lily whispered fiercely, her eyes bulging.
"I one hundred percent am. C'mon, it'll be fun. And you can watch from the stairs. He won't see a thing, I promise."
Lily looked Natalie up and down. Natalie's underwear was so sheer, Lily could see the outlines of her nipples and the curves of her belly through it. "Did you wear that on purpose?"
"Don't be stupid. Of course I did."
"Are you out of your mind? What if he freaks out?"
"Freaks out at what? Getting a blowjob from a nineteen-yearld? Yeah, I'm sure he'll put a stop to it right away."
"He might," Lily said, not believing it herself.
"He won't. Come on, it'll be fun." Natalie bounced on the bed.
"You are completely insane," Lily said. But the thought was gaining momentum in her mind. It was completely wrong for her to want to see her best friend sucking off her own dad — but at the same time, its very wrongness gave it an irresistible appeal.
Lily rolled her eyes, more to maintain her credibility than out of genuine feeling. "Fine," she said.
Natalie grinned wolfishly and bounced off the bed.
\
Natalie, still in her underwear and full of energy, was already down the stairs before Lily could shrug on a bathrobe over her panties. Lily trailed in Natalie's wake, trying to be quiet, her heart thumping against her ribs.
Natalie had been right about the vantage point over the living room. The stairs, situated behind and to the right of the couch and chairs, provided a decent view of the whole room, while making it easy to stay out of sight. Someone would have to turn all the way around to even see someone on the stairs. If Lily hugged the wall, she would be all but invisible.
Lily didn't dare sit. She stood, her head barely peeking around the corner, as Natalie padded across the room. Robert was there, all right, sprawled in his leather chair, in an undershirt and boxers this time instead of a bathrobe. The TV was on — some sports program playing at low volume — and even from here, Lily could hear his light snoring.
Making no sound as she reached the first floor in her bare feet, Natalie crossed behind the couches and stood in front of the sleeping man. She looked up once, caught Lily's eye, and grinned wickedly.
Then she went down on her knees.
Lily drew in her breath at the inevitability of what was about to happen. The straps of Natalie's short baby-doll nightgown fell around her shoulders as she knelt, and instead of righting them, Natalie pulled down on the fabric, baring her pale, shapely breasts, pink nipples stiff in the morning air.
Robert slept on, unmoving. Gingerly, Natalie reached up and touched the crotch of his boxers. Even from here, Lily could see the bulge of her father's cock. She realized she was trembling all over.
Natalie coaxed Robert's erection out of the opening in the front of his boxers, and she saw it for the first time in the full daylight. Thick and long and slightly curved, with a broad head. Lily was transfixed. With a hot flush of shame, she realized she wanted to see it up close. She wanted to touch it. Maybe even have it inside her...
She pushed the thought away. It was too much.
Natalie didn't waste any time. Tossing her hair to one side, she opened her mouth — Lily heard the soft intake of breath — and swallowed him down, taking him all the way in.
Lily whimpered under her breath, then clapped a hand over her mouth.
It didn't take Robert long to wake up. A few long, slow strokes of Natalie's mouth and tongue, and he stirred, the light snore cutting short as he jolted gently awake. Lily couldn't see his expression, but she saw the surprise in the motion of his limbs, saw him tense. His hand went to Natalie's neck, as if to pull her away — but he didn't pull her away.
"Natalie," he whispered. "Natalie, shit..."
Lily saw Natalie make eye contact with him, saw her withdraw, heard the soft pop as his cock emerged from her mouth. "You like that?" she asked in a whisper.
Upstairs, Lily felt a rush of desperate arousal, mixed with sudden jealousy.
"Lily," her father's soft voice came from below, and her blood froze. She shrank back heart jackhammering, then realized he was speaking to her friend.
"Don't worry," Natalie said, stroking his cock in her fist. "She's sleeping."
"We can't — we shouldn't do this."
"You want me to stop?" she asked, and before he could answer, she rose up on her knees and took him deep in her mouth again, moving with a slow rhythm.
Lily heard her father gasp and groan, a sound she'd longed to hear in her secret heart. She realized she was aroused — wet, even — so aroused she felt a little dizzy.
Natalie grabbed her father's hand and put it on her head, holding it there. He took the hint and twisted his fingers into her hair, making a fist. He took control of the rhythm, moving her head forward and back with his right hand. His left hand squeezed Natalie's bare breast. She whimpered obligingly, pressing her hands against his thighs, her fingers outstretched.
Standing at the top of the stairs, Lily found her hand creeping between her thighs, under her panties. She slipped a finger into herself, clenching her teeth to keep from making any noise. Her breath shuddered between parted lips.
"Oh Natalie, fuck," her father whispered from below. His voice was strained with pleasure. He moved his hand to her bare shoulder, letting her take back control. "Natalie, I'm going to—"
Natalie nodded her assent, murmuring as she squeezed his cock in her fist, accelerating to a frantic rhythm. His body stiffened, and he let out a strangled cry. Natalie pulled her head back, letting him spray on her neck and breasts in wet, pearly bursts. Nat's eyes flickered upstairs to meet Lily's, as if sharing the moment with her.
Lily came an instant later, her own hand clamped over her mouth to stifle any sound. The orgasm was apocalyptic, turning her knees to rubber. Her vision tunneled with dark brown spots, blotting out the world. She sagged against the wall, then down to her knees, not caring if she was discovered.
When Lily came back to herself, she heard a giggle from below. She dared a glimpse around the corner. Robert handed Natalie some tissues so she could clean herself off. She did so, then leaned forward and kissed him, squeezing his still-erect cock in one hand.
"We should—" he began.
"Hush," she told him. "We'll talk later." Pulling up the straps of her nightgown, she rose to her feet and grinned at him.
Lily pulled back and retreated to her room quickly. Hopping onto the bed, she drew her knees up under her chin and waited, her adrenaline still pumping, her body still shivering in the wake of her orgasm.
Natalie slipped in a moment later, closing the door behind her. She crawled into bed next to Lily, dabbing at one corner of her mouth with a finger, a satisfied expression on her face.
"Did you like that?" she asked. "Never mind, I know you did. I saw what you were doing."
Lily blushed hotly, then burst into unexpected, quiet giggles. "I did like it. Oh god. I liked it a lot."
"Me too," Natalie said. "And he sure did. I think he's going to want more."
"Oh, no." Lily shook her head. "I don't think we should take this any further."
"That's where you're wrong," Natalie said, putting her arms around Natalie and hugging her close. "We've got one last summer together to make memorable. I think we should see how deep this rabbit hole goes." | Best Friends Help Ch. 01 | [
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What was he doing out there? I wondered as we stared at each other. The second question was who was he? Unlike the vampire that had been with Maurice, I didn't know this man but he seemed to know me. I made a decision, I don't care what Annie said or did, I was not leaving this room until it was time to go home and once there, I was never setting foot in this city again.
I backed away from the window and went back to bed. Annie was snoring softly and then began to talk in her sleep. I lay on my bed and listened to her talk. She mentioned something about my parents and the Lannisters. The Lannisters were the people that my mother worked for, the ones that paid for the vacation that we took all those years before. I didn't know that Annie knew the Lannisters but maybe she had just heard us talking about them.
The Lannisters were really nice people, a little eccentric but I liked them. As a matter of fact, when mom and dad died, they took care of all of the funeral expenses and paid all of our college tuitions. What was eccentric about them? Well for one, my mother had to work in the evenings because... I don't know why. She just did and the times that I went with her to help her clean, I never saw them... Saw them what? I never saw them... Just when I thought that I was going to remember, the thought was gone and my head throbbed so bad I thought that I was going to vomit.
What do I remember about them? That they had a son named...oh fuck what was his name? He was my age and very cute with the most beautiful gray eyes. I had a crush on him but he never looked twice at me... Micah! That was it, Micah Lannister. I hadn't thought about him in years, I hadn't even thought about the Lannisters until now, isn't that odd? I mean my mother and then my father worked for these people, and they made sure that we were taken care of after my parent's died so I should have thought about them right? Right?
Unable to resist, I got up and looked out of the window, the man if that's what he was with the green eyes was gone. I hugged myself as a chill shook me, somehow I knew that I was in some deep shit and my survival depended on me remembering what happened in 1989.
Regina's birthday was in four days. Whatever was going on I had only until then to figure it out. The next task that I would give to Olivia would be to research Regina's family and that included Cousin Annie. Something wasn't quite right with her, I didn't suspect of her doing anything to intentionally harm Regina but something just wasn't right.
I left a note for Olivia on the kitchen counter and went out again. Maybe I would get lucky and find someone or something willing to talk to me. The big question was this, what happened to her brothers? Do you want to know what I really think? I think that they've been turned. By who and why I don't know. Are they still here? I don't know that either. If they had been turned, that would be one explanation for the weekly phone calls that Regina received and why they never gave her a location.
Since it is so late, I opted to vanish and fly from place to place. The first place I go to is Regina's hotel, I appear just down the block from where the hotel is and see that the hotel is being watched by ... What the fuck? That's Gremlin! What's that green eyed son of a bitch doing here? The last time I heard anything about him was three hundred years ago. Who is he? He's the worst kind of monster and killer, he would be what you would call an assassin. But who was he going to assassinate? Regina? Maybe but if that were true he could have killed her on her first night here. So who hired him and who was his target? Me? Possibly but doubtful. From time to time Gremlin has offered his services as a body guard, was he here to protect as opposed to harming Regina? I didn't get the chance to ask because as soon as he sensed me, he was gone.
I looked up hoping to catch sight of Regina but was disappointed. "Stay in that room." I murmured as I went to the ally where I killed Baron. When I got there, two vampires were ready to feed on a hapless tourist. The frightening thing was that the man was fully awake and conscious; the bastards weren't even going to make him comfortable. They were thriving on his fear holding to the belief that fear made the blood taste sweeter. I don't know if it does or not nor do I care but to have a victim suffer is appalling and it is something that I will not allow under any circumstances.
When the man saw me, his fear grew, with a look; I calmed him and then looked at the two vampires that held him captive.
"Let the human go." I said simply.
They did the same thing that Baron did; they laughed and proceeded to ignore me. One of them snatched the human by the head and exposed his neck.
"Fucker." I said calmly, "let the nice human go."
That got their attention.
"Fucker? Did stumpy just call me a fucker?" he asked his companion as he tossed the man to the ground.
The human male wasted no time in getting to his feet and running off as fast as he could go. I could only hope that he made it to his hotel safely. Little did I know that saving his life was going to be to my advantage-more about him later. Anyway, two very angry vampires approached me thinking that I was going to run.
"Oh look, the little one isn't afraid to die." One of them said grinning at me.
The other one stopped short, "Jasper stop!" he hissed.
"Yes Jasper." I said. "Please stop."
Jasper didn't listen; he approached me until he was an arms length away.
"Damn it Jasper stop!" the other vampire said, he knew who I was.
"What in the fuck is your problem? He's nothing!" Jasper said angrily.
"He's the one who killed Baron!"
"This?" Jasper sneered. "It had to be dumb luck!"
"Jasper, he is of Comte Saint Germaine's line! Leave him be!"
"This midget cannot be a relative to Germaine! Look at him!" Jasper replied but there was hesitancy in his voice as he looked at me.
"He can kill you without touching you... He's ..."
He never finished his sentence; he took off leaving Jasper alone with me.
"I don't believe you." Jasper said recovering his courage.
"I really don't give a fuck." I replied shrugging my shoulders. "But you should listen to your friend." I added with a smile.
Why is it that people don't listen to me? I mean I did warn him as did his friend but still he came at me. As soon as he touched me, he screamed in pain.
"Son of a mother fucking bitch!" he screamed as smoke rose from his hands.
"Would you care to try again?" I asked still not moving.
The vampire didn't reply but took off down the alley without looking back.
"I'll be damned." a voice from behind me said.
I turned around to see who had spoken, my eyes widened when I saw it was the human male whose life I had just saved. What was he doing back here?
"That was so... Intense!" he gushed as he rushed forward toward me stopping only when he saw my eyes flash at him. "I couldn't leave you here alone to face those two but I guess you didn't really need any help did you?" he asked. When I didn't reply he kept talking.
"My name is Edgar Allen Poe Long, yeah I know." he said when he saw my raised eyebrows. "My parents were big fans of his, wrote their thesis on him but anyway, thanks for saving my ass."
"Go home Edgar Allen or whatever the fuck your name is and forget what you saw tonight." I said and turned to walk away.
He stood right where he was and began to follow me like a puppy that had no place to go.
"Hey is what he said true? You're related to Saint Germaine?" he called to me.
I ignored him and kept walking until he reached out and touched me. Before he knew what was happening, I had him against the wall of a building, my fangs bared, and my face inches from his.
"Leave me the fuck alone!" I hissed and dropped him to the ground. I could hear him sputtering and getting up to his feet but he kept talking. I was beginning to wish that I had let the two vampires have him for dinner. I stopped walking and turned around to face him. "What part of leave me the fuck alone don't you understand?" I snapped making him jump. "This is your last chance to go away alive." I told him as I walked toward him. This time he walked away but looked back with that "take me with you look."
I made sure that he was gone before I vanished from where I stood and to behind the casino. This was another popular spot for nabbing unsuspecting tourists. When I got there, a demon had a human female backed against the wall. It seemed tonight was my night for playing the rescuer. The woman saw me first, relief showed in her eyes as she silently begged me to help her.
"Excuse me but I don't believe that the lady wants to participate." I said.
The demon turned around but kept his hold on the woman.
"Maurice Delgado! I heard that you were in these parts." he said with a grin. "Word spreads fast." He said answering my unspoken question. He turned to the terrified human woman and kissed her on the cheek, he had just marked her for later and I wouldn't be able to save her a second time. "Go on love, I'll catch you later." He said with what appeared to be a sincere smile. Maybe he wouldn't hurt her-too badly anyway.
When the woman was gone, no doubt headed to the first church she saw that was open or to her hotel room to start reading the Gideon bible in the nightstand, the demon turned to me.
"So what brings you to this part of the city?" he asked amiably.
"You have me at a disadvantage." I said. "Who are you?"
"No one special." he replied.
I didn't believe that and I told him so. His response was to act hurt, he clapped his hand over his heart in mock distress before he finally answered me.
"My name is leg..."
"Cut the my name is legion bull shit! I snapped. "And give me your fucking name!"
"Temper, temper." he drawled petulantly. "But fine, my name is Arthur...'
"Arthur? Really?" I asked laughing.
"What kind of name is Maurice for a vampire?" he shot back clearly miffed that I found his name amusing. It's a sissy name." he added.
"Maybe but I happen to like it." I replied. "Were you here in 1989?" I asked.
"I was here, why do you want to know?"
"What do you know about the abduction of two human males from the Royal Sonesta?" I asked.
"That's old news." he replied.
Finally, someone who was willing to talk to me. "Tell me." I urged.
Arthur looked around and then spoke in hushed tones. The fact that he was even talking to me told me a couple of things. One, Arthur wasn't a minor demon but one of note and two he liked feeling important.
"The way I heard it," he whispered "was that taking the human males was a mistake. They weren't supposed to be in that room but somehow the rooms got switched."
Interesting.
"What room was they supposed to be in?" I asked.
"The one next door, 416 or 415 I can't remember but the one that they were supposed to be in was the safe room as well as the room that their parents were supposed to be in." he replied.
The parents? A whole new crop of questions popped up; did her parents have something to do with this mess? I had to talk to Regina, that's if she would let me anywhere near her. Remember that she knew what I was and that whatever happened to her had something to do with one of us.
"Tell me everything that you know." I told the demon and as it turned out, he knew quite a bit.
"As I'm sure that you're aware, there was a conference that year. Vampires from all over the country were here and even some from overseas, Yamamoto was even here."
"Yamamoto?" I asked shocked. No one had seen him in centuries.
"I know, amazing isn't it?" Arthur asked. "Anyway, it was a big deal that he was here, why he came know one knows and no one had the guts to ask."
I could understand that, one didn't question one such as Yamamoto but I wondered why he came and if Regina had anything to do with it.
"As I was saying, the conference was a big deal that year, supposedly there was some kind of special event planned. A wedding I think who? I don't know but what I do know was that the abduction of the human males shot everything to hell and heads literally rolled but here's what's interesting, at least I think it is; it wasn't Yamamoto that decapitated several high ranking vampires." he said pausing for effect, "it was Frederick Lannister."
Now I'm really intrigued, the Lannister family is one of the most powerful vampire families in North America, with only the king of vampires being more powerful than them. For years there had been rumors about the Lannisters wanting to take over but so far, they had remained just that-rumors but now I was beginning to wonder. It was no secret that the Lannisters and Yamamoto were friends and allies and had been for centuries.
"Who else of note was at the conference?" I asked. He named the usual players and a few that I didn't know. I mentally ran through the list of current players. There was Tremaine, Gremlin, Regina, Annie and there were others of that I was sure but who?
"Who else will talk to me?" I asked.
Arthur laughed, "No one little one, you only have me."
I wasn't exactly overjoyed at the prospect but as he said, he would be the only one who would talk to me.
"Where can I find you?" I asked.
"Right here but not for the next few nights, I think I'm in love." he said laughing and then he was gone.
Annie woke up in a much better mood and ordered breakfast. While we waited I asked her about the Lannisters and how she knew about them.
"I don't know, you must have talked about them or something." she replied.
"You've never met them?" I asked.
"No, I don't think so." she replied. "I know that they took care of you guys after your mom and dad died. Why?"
"You were talking about them in your sleep." I replied.
"Really? Why would I do that?" she asked as confused as I was. "Wait, I met them once, not the parents but what's his name? Micah."
"And you talked about mom and dad." I added and watched her expression.
"What did I say?"
"Most of it I couldn't understand but you said something about them and the trip." I replied.
I remember telling Annie about the trip, she was so jealous and wanted to come along but my parents told her that she couldn't because... Damn it! Why couldn't she come? Anyway I promised to buy her a gift but I don't think that I did because Daniel and Edward did their disappearing act and we left... We left right after they were found- I think. I remember going home and then we moved to the house that was located behind the Lannisters big house. We lived there until both of my parents died a few years later. How did they die? They... I don't... A car accident! They were hit head on by a drunk driver, I remember now and the funeral was closed casket because they were in such bad shape. I was eighteen at the time and the boys were nineteen and twenty but they weren't at the service, they ... Yes they were. I remember now. They came home long enough for the funeral and left soon afterwards. That was the last time that I can actually remember seeing them or was it?
My head was beginning to pound as I tried to remember when I had last seen my brothers. I couldn't believe that my parent's funeral was the last time that I saw them.
"Annie, when was the last time you saw Danny and Eddie?" I asked.
Annie looked at me like I was nuts, "Two years ago remember? We all went to the Lannisters for dinner and Micah was making goo-goo eyes at you. You don't remember that?" she asked incredulous.
"Oh, sure I remember!" I lied but Micah's name gave me a chill that wasn't because of the air conditioner. I was beginning to understand that whatever happened here had something to do with vampires and I was beginning to question my memories. I don't expect to remember everything that ever happened to me but I wasn't remembering major events like the last time I saw my brothers or things about the people who supported us after mom and dad died. What in the fuck happened here?
Micah
I looked over my city and by my city; I'm talking about New Orleans. She is here and has been for the past two days. I haven't personally seen her yet but she is being watched, in four days, she will become my bride as she should have been twenty-two years ago. All was going as planned until the appearance of Maurice Delgado, I wish that I could just have the little bastard killed but I can't. I cannot risk the wrath of Comte Saint Germaine, yes the little fucker is really related to Comte and Comte does not take kindly to his relatives being harmed not that Maurice needs protection. Hell, most of us need protection from him!
Once Maurice appeared, Regina began to try to remember things, but whenever she tried she would experience the most painful headaches. Believe me when I say that it gives me no pleasure to have her in pain but she must not remember, not yet. It is bad enough that she saw and knew what Tremaine was but on the plus side she's afraid of Delgado too. She has also seen Gremlin but contrary to what you might believe, he is there for her protection and not to harm her
Gremlin has been watching her for me and this is how I know about Maurice Delgado. It would have been my fault if Baron had gotten his hands on her so yes, I admit that I am in Delgado's debt for protecting her but that doesn't change the fact that Regina belongs to and with me.
How is that possible? Her mother worked for us and used to bring her to help her clean when there was no school. I was smitten with her from the first time I saw her with her hair in braids with bright yellow barrettes on the ends. I watched her change from a pesky little girl into a very pretty teenager-we are exactly the same age and I mean exactly. We were born on the same day, the same month and the exact same minute to the second, it was predestined that she be mine. Why didn't I claim her before now? I tried, we were to be married at the conference in 1989 but things got royally fucked up when someone took her brothers instead of taking her, something about the rooms being switched. But from that point on, we have planted the memories that we want her to have. For instance, her brothers have never resurfaced but she gets a phone call every week from them. She remembers us but only certain things, she knows what we are she just doesn't remember but she remembers that it was my family who cared for them when her parents died. Did her parents die in a car crash? Maybe. You have to understand that we didn't take those memories to be cruel; we are trying to protect her. From who? Delgado and herself. Can you imagine being told that you are betrothed to a vampire, then your brothers go missing and you saw what happened to them? Yes. She saw what happened and yes, we took those memories away.
Do I know where her brothers are? Yes. Is it really them that call her every week? Yes. Are they now vampire? I'm not going to answer that question, it's not something that you need to know. I do know that she is afraid of me in the same way that she is afraid of Tremaine and he really is bad news but he does have his uses. How do I know all of this? As I said, this is my city but I have to admit that I was ill prepared for Delgado. I knew that he was here and had no problems with it until Regina attracted his attention and now he has claimed her as his.
I can see the writing on the wall, one of us, Delgado or me is going to be dead before these four days are up. Which of us are you choosing to survive?
Olivia has left another file on my desk, this one green. It contained information about Regina and her family including their financial records. I started with those, you can sometimes tell a lot about people by their spending habits. What struck me is this, while Regina's family wasn't poverty level, they were struggling. That meant that there was no way that they could have afforded a two week vacation much less stayed at the Royal Sonesta.
Interesting.
I read the biographies of the parents starting with the father. He graduated from high with honors but for whatever reason didn't attend college, he worked at a maintenance man at the local high school and married Regina's mother three years later having met her there. According to their financial records, they were quite frugal with their money and had some money in the bank but nowhere near enough for a two week vacation, so where did the money come from?
Regina's mother was a domestic worker meaning that she cleaned houses, she worked for several families until she was hired by the... The Lannisters. A piece of the puzzle fell into place. Their vacation was funded by the Lannisters but why? I knew of the Lannisters but not much and what I knew about them I didn't like. They are bloodthirsty liars and murderers. Regina was in really deep shit but the question was what did they want with her? As distasteful as it was going to be, I needed to find out more information about the Lannister family. I barely tapped the intercom button when Olivia came into the office carrying a file, blue this time.
"It is everything that I could find out about the Lannisters." she said. "The pages marked with the yellow stickers are things that you might find interesting; the red stickers mean that you definitely must read that page."
I thanked her and looked at the file but she didn't leave, she had something that she needed to say.
"What is it Olivia?" I asked.
"The woman, Regina... she is trying to remember things."
"What is it that you're trying to tell me?" I asked trying hard to be patient.
"She is going to leave her room today, she wants to remember." Olivia said quietly.
"What?" I asked. I wasn't questioning Olivia for she has only rarely been wrong. The "what" was said in shock and horror, Regina needed to stay in that room! "Damn it!" I swore.
Now this is where my ability to be out during the day come in handy. I tossed the file onto my desk and vanished from where I sat into the men's room in the lobby of the Royal Sonesta. I waited for a few minutes; I had to think about how to get Regina to stay by my side given that she was afraid of me. Maybe if Annie came with us it would help but not only that, it would give me another chance to examine Annie a little more closely.
I bought a paper and settled in to wait for the ladies to come down, unlike the last time I was here, I knew that I was being watched but not by one of my kind. I acted as if I wasn't aware of it and continued to read the paper.
"We have the same goal." a gravelly voice said a few minutes later.
"And what goal would that be?" I asked not looking up, I didn't need to, it was Gremlin.
"The safety of the woman." He replied.
"What do you know about what's happening?" I asked.
"Enough to know that she will not be safe until after her birthday which is now three days away."
"Who are you protecting her from?" I asked finally looking at him.
"You."
I have to confess that my mouth dropped open.
"Me?" I asked.
"Yes you but I don't believe you to be the threat." Gremlin said.
"Pray tell." I said.
"Micah Lannister and her brothers." Gremlin said his voice low.
My mouth dropped open again, so they were alive! Well sort of.
"Why are you telling me this?" I asked. "And what will Micah do to you if he finds out?"
Gremlin laughed, "Micah doesn't concern me. He is nothing more than a spoiled child in an adult body who wants his toy because it was taken from him."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"The Lannisters are deep into the meanings of numbers and astrology. The woman shares a birthday with Micah but not only that, they were born in the same year and at the exact same moment. In 1989, Micah was going to marry the girl even though they were just children because according to Lannister beliefs, 1989 was the year that Micah was to marry the girl even if they had to compel her to do it. The parents were compelled to bring her here to New Orleans and to stay at this hotel. No one took into account that the children would exchange rooms and when Tremaine went to collect the girl, he found the boys instead.
Instead of compelling them to forget that he was there, he drank from them not aware that the girl had come into the room and watched the entire thing. He compelled her to forget him and what she had seen and took the boys with him leaving the girl in the room. It was her that reported them missing and that was Tremaine's doing."
"Where did he take them?" I asked.
"To the conference, you see he didn't know what the plans for the girl were and as far as he was concerned he was giving the Lannisters more than they asked for by bringing two to the conference instead of one."
"That's why Yamamoto was here." I said. "It was for the wedding." and it also explained Tremaine's current involvement. He had been the one to fuck up.
Gremlin didn't reply.
"You said that she needed to be protected from her brothers, what is their role in all of this?" I asked.
"Lure."
Fuck! I now understood or thought I did, Micah Lannister intended to marry Regina on her birthday! This birthday had some astrological significance and that was why she was here. He and his family had been manipulating events from the time Regina had been born and continued to do so after the marriage plans failed.
"Her parents, how did they die?" I asked.
Gremlin remained mute, telling me all that I needed to know. They had been murdered by the Lannisters for failing to carry out their part in the plan, as I said they are a bloodthirsty bunch. On the face of it, it sounded so simple but it has been my experience that nothing is ever as it seems. Did I trust Gremlin? No because he hasn't said or done anything other than guard Regina to earn my trust.
"Give me one good reason why I should trust you." I said.
"The one called Annie." he replied.
"Annie? What about her?' I asked.
"She is mine, she has been tampered with and that displeases me."
Well shit, if that doesn't beat all! Gremlin in love or was it lust? But either way, I had just gained a powerful ally. We talked for a few minutes more before deciding that he would continue to watch and guard both Annie and Regina. We also needed to find Regina's brothers before her birthday/wedding day but let me be clear on something, there will be no wedding. I would die before I let Regina marry into that filthy family and it could come down to that, me dying.
Gremlin hadn't been gone for very long when heard someone call out, "Hey dude!" I closed my eyes, it was Edgar Allen something or another. A moment later, he was at my side grinning like a Cheshire cat.
"Man are you hard to track down!" he exclaimed which begged a question, just how did he find me?
Edgar pulled up a chair and sat down. "You are totally kick ass!" he said.
"How did you find me?" I asked.
"It wasn't easy." He said. "I just kept walking around hoping that you would show up."
He was lying but I didn't call him on it, I wanted to know who sent him.
"What made you come here?" I asked.
"I saw you walk in, I was at the gift shop across the way."
Lie.
"Why are you looking for me?' I asked.
"I told you, I think you totally rock and I'm doing my thesis on your relative Comte."
Truth.
"Who are you working for?'
"No one." he replied a little too quickly.
"You cannot lie to me, who are you working for?" I asked.
"Some dude gave me five hundred dollars to see if you were in here.'
Truth.
"What did this er... dude look like?"
"I... I don't remember, he stopped me, gave me the money to come in here."
Truth.
"Where are you supposed to go after you confirm my location?" I already knew the answer, he didn't know. Whoever sent him in would find him so I decided to send a message of my own. "When you meet this person, tell them that they are going to die. After you deliver that message, get your ass out of New Orleans and forget about me and Comte. As a matter of fact, forget about vampires entirely and find another subject for your thesis."
That would be the last time I saw Edgar Allen Long or whatever the fuck his name was. It would be another hour before Annie and Regina came down to the lobby, I was in no hurry for them to come down, and it gave me more time to think.
Annie was surprised by my change in attitude but didn't question it too much; she was dying to go out but planned to stay in with me. I won't lie to you and say that I wasn't scared; I was beyond that, I was terrified but I had had enough. My life was being fucked with by... I couldn't even bring myself to say it, those things and I wanted it to stop.
I dressed in a tee shirt, a comfortable pair of jeans and tennis shoes, Annie dressed likewise. I didn't know where were headed but I was leaving this damned room. I walked to the door and almost changed my mind; Annie was right behind me and bumped into me when I suddenly stopped.
"Reggie, we don't have to go." she said.
But I did, I wanted and needed to know what happened on the night of my fifteenth birthday.
I heard Annie's voice first and then Regina's softer more uncertain one. For just a moment I thought that she was going to change her mind and go back upstairs. I really was hoping that she would but when she came into view, I saw the determination mixed with fear on her face and you know what? I was proud of her. I still wished that she had stayed in her room but I couldn't help but feel a pride that was tempered with fear for her and how she would react when she found out the truth about her family and the Lannisters.
Annie spotted me first and called my name. I could tell that Regina was frightened but she didn't run. Instead she walked up to me, got right in my face and spoke.
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I should mention that with all her stroking and handling me, she did not use lube of any kind. Instead she applied liberal quantities of talc (actually cornstarch) to everything involved. She had a large container on the table, and would dip her hand in it before and during any procedure. "It's less messy." she told me. I liked the feel. Made a note to self: "get some Kingsford's next grocery run."
She went on explaining what she was doing as she continued to jack me off.
"If you'll notice, the very top of the device has a hole... see there?"
I didn't want to bother, but I glanced down and grunted "Uuh yeah."
"The 'groom's girdle' as I call it, has that little vent as a safety... in case of any accidental spurting."
Some more powder, more fondling and then, "Oh my, I almost forgot! we're gonna need to secure your hands and feet, so you don't thrash about inadvertently... We don't want any injuries, now do we?"
With that, she brought out two sturdy velcro ties and proceeded to fasten one around my ankles, and the other around my arms behind me.
"Is this really necessary?" I muttered, "You know I wanna cooperate."
"I know, sweetie. It's just a precaution for your own safety, should you get carried away and lose control... Plus, in order to get the best results, you can't be allowed to touch yourself. Okay hon?"
"Okay."
She went back to stroking and I leaned my head back, eyes closed, feeling all these incredible sensations. My whole body was starting to tremble as tingling thrills surged up and down my spine. My dick was getting so hard it felt like it might break if she tried to bend it. Blue veins stood out firmly up and down the shaft but she just went on stroking and rubbing. Fast then slow, squeezing hard then softly, all in a strange unpredictable rhythm. All the while, the cap was firmly installed to my dick-head. Presumably, it was to prevent or delay orgasm by squeezing the sponge-like tissue down to the smallest size possible.
This stroking went on relentlessly for several long minutes, during which she would point my shaft in different directions, pulling it sideways or down as far as it could go, then letting it snap back with an audible slap to my belly.
"Ouch!"
"Now now sweet boy, a little pain is sometimes necessary... I'm sure you can take it."
All I could utter was a muffled "Mmph." as I realized this was becoming more than 'a little pain'... By now the friction was starting to chafe my tender skin, and the swelling of my hardn just plain hurt. Moments of pain followed by intermittent bouts of pure carnal enjoyment. Gentle caressing alternated with rough manhandling. Within a few seconds, I would go from delicious erotic excitement to over-stimulated irritation which prevented any thought of orgasm.
She also would grab my scrotum, circling the neck with thumb & forefinger, then pull down firmly. Stretching my balls to the limit, she'd pull down hard, hold, then let up, all in a series of rhythmic yanks which seemed to be part of some additional procedure.
This felt good, to a point. When she tugged down really hard, the pain was alarming, but just as I felt I couldn't take anymore, she would let up and continue the up & down squeezing motion. That's what felt good. So good in fact, it brought me closer and closer to orgasm.
At one point when I felt like I was right on the brink, she just stopped. Let go her hands and stepped back to watch as I squirmed.
"Wha--" I grumbled, actually wanting her to continue.
"I think it's time to free you from the little helmet and start the next phase."
While she was removing it, I thought to myself, "Hope it's not gonna hurt as much as the last part."
Then as if she could read my mind, she said, "This won't be nearly so painful, but, you will surely find it to be quite demanding."
I twitched, visibly.
"I'm confident you will stand up to the challenge, honey. Now just relax, breathe easy, and know you're in good hands."
As I stood leaning against the table with hands & feet tied, my cock twitched and bobbed up and down intensely, thoroughly of its own volition. She paid attention to this with great delight.
"Now that's what I call a wanton display of sexual excitement!" she laughed. "You see there? Blatant evidence of extreme arousal, and you haven't even seen me naked yet... Well, play your cards right, and you just might get the chance."
She proceeded to remove the device, place it on the table, then went back to applying powder and manhandling me. My boner was starting to droop at this point, but she didn't seem to mind. She also removed the leather collar from my balls, saying, "It's time for the 'weights'... I'm going to start you on a gradually increasing series of heavy rings around your scrotum." I remembered she had mentioned something 'wider', I guess this was it.
She went to a drawer and brought out some small boxes. "We're going to install this one first, it's not the lightest in my set, it weighs one pound, but I think it'll be just right for you." She took it out and showed it to me. I saw a gleaming silvery metal ring, about 3/4 of an inch thick. Basically two pieces which fastened together with a set-screw. It looked to be heavy.
"Putting it on is a bit tricky, but once we do, I think you'll find it quite comfy... the inside diameter is perfect for your sac." I wondered how did she know the diameter of my sac.
She came forward and matterf-factly circled my balls with thumb & finger, pulled down, stretching the scrotum and placed the two halves together around the 'neck' of my sac. Then it was just a matter of tightening the screw to hold both halves together. For me, a little hair pull and/or a quick pinch here and there, but besides that I was fine.
"There, how's that-?" she said, standing back. It felt amazingly good. "Fine." I admitted.
"Excellent!" She was obviously pleased, and so went on to explain, "I like a man's balls to hang low outside the body... so much easier to grab and fondle. I love to hold them and roll 'em around in my hand like marbles." Lifting mine she started doing just that. "This ball-weight program will train your scrotum to relax and let those marbles hang loose." She pulled the ring gently downward. "Ideally, a sort of cellular memory is formed, and your delicious eggs will hang that way naturally." I wondered if this would really work on me. I've always liked it when my balls were hanging loose, but in the past every time I got horny they would retreat back up into the body, as my scrotum puckered tightly like a prune.
"Nowthen," she said in an official tone, "to begin the second phase of your training, we need to apply stimulation and pressure on your prostate." I winced. "Oh don't worry, I'm sure you'll enjoy it... a bit challenging at first, but the results will be well worth it." she asserted.
With that, she opened another drawer containing a collection of all sorts of insertable items. Butt-plugs, dildos, vibrators, in every size and description. Plus many devices that I didn't recognize. I shuddered.
"We will need to widen your hole... by inserting bigger and bigger plugs, we'll gradually increase your 'stretchability'... and thus, the size of what you can take." I flinched visibly, thinking about it, but she reassured, "Now trust me sweet boy, all men love prostate massage if it's done right... and I know what I'm doing."
I relaxed a bit, she said "Good." as she snapped on rubber gloves and went about lubing up my butt hole. The feeling was indescribably erotic as she probed me. First one finger, then two, then three, wiggling, twisting and undulating while exploring my forbidden zone. My erection grew in spite of this grueling procedure, and in a matter of seconds I was rock hard, dripping precum.
"Feel good? hmm? ... I know it does, sweetie." Then removing her fingers she said, "Now let's see... which one of these bad boys should I put in you..?" Rummaging through the drawer, she got an excited expression and said, "Ah-Hah!" as she picked up an excessively large butt-plug. It was dark blue in color and appeared to be 3 inches in diameter at the widest point. The tip which was slanted and only about an inch wide, gradually increased to the full three inches before tapering down to the 'neck' at the base. At the very bottom was a flat platform to prevent the plug from slipping all the way in and getting lost in the colon. I shuddered, wondering how I could possibly take it. Privately, I liked ass-play and owned a few toys, but never anything close to this.
"Okay now just relax..." she said softly and brushed her hands under my balls. I felt a little uneasiness, knowing that this monster was surely gonna go all up in me. But then managed to calm down a bit by thinking of how good her fingers had felt. My god, she had all four fingers up my ass and I was loving it!
After applying some lube, she began gently pushing the tip at my butt-hole. Sweetly and lovingly she caressed all around my puckered entrance until she knew I was ready, then started firmly pushing at the target. With unyielding resolve she pressed, slowly and relentlessly urging my sphincter to accept this soft invader. "That's good, you're doin' great... give it a little squeeze if you can, baby." My ass opened wider & wider as it went in deeper & deeper. When it was almost half way in, I knew I was in for some pain. It hurt pretty bad, but the pain came in waves, one minute unbearable, the next, fairly tolerable. She persisted with total determination, and I became fearful of serious injury. Possibly the muscle tissues could be torn. Then just about the time I was gonna yell "Stop!" the dark blue mammoth slipped past the portal and was completely in. My sphincter was now at ease, wrapped comfortably around this beast.
"There we go honey! now wasn't that worth the effort?" she looked at my expression and said, "I thought so!" My boner had deflated to half-mast, but now with the thing nicely in me, and with this gorgeous lady looking on with glee, I started to feel tingling sensations arising. She strutted back and forth as if appraising my predicament. I could see she was greatly pleased. I was here for her amusement. And I had no problem with that - on the contrary. I love it when two people get off on each other for their own selfish gratification. I started to swoon, but then let my attention come back to this elegant woman in front of me and the spectacular setting I had lucked into. She had me totally under her control, and was going to push my limits like I'd never before experienced. I knew I would probably orgasm like never before. Plus, at the same time she would be using me for her own self-indulgent recreation, and probably orgasm so many times we'd both lose count. Sweet.
My cock started throbbing of it's own accord. She moved close to me, lightly touching her lips to my ear. I wanted so bad to grab her and feel her but my arms were still securely tied. She brushed her hands up and down my body, pausing at the genitals, all the while putting her face close enough to inhale my scent. I could smell her scent as well. With a quick dip of the talc, she grabbed my twitching boner, and with her other hand reached around behind me to the butt-plug. Looking me in the eye, she began to wiggle the plug back & forth and around in circles. Gently at first, then firmly at odd intervals. A tingling rush spread from deep inside my ass. My whole body started twitching. I knew my prostate was being manipulated by an expert. Waves of pure erotic ecstasy engulfed me as she jiggled the anal intruder. And all the while she continued to stroke my throbbing boner.
As her ministrations got more intense, so did my fevered state of arousal. I kicked my legs and bucked my hips compulsively. Whenever she sensed I was getting close to orgasm she stopped and watched my dick as it bobbed up & down. At these moments she would pull downward on the ball-weight and squeeze firmly on my swollen purple head. Then it was back to deliberate stimulation. Words cannot describe how good it felt. With my ball-sac loose & low, the huge plug all up in me, the gentle massage on my cock, I was totally at the mercy of this gorgeous woman. I was being forced to submit, yet I wanted it at the same time.
God how I wanted to come, but that wasn't gonna happen until she allowed it. The sensations were overwhelming. I reached a point where it no longer mattered to me if I climaxed or not. All that really mattered was this delicious feeling, and I wanted it to go on forever.
Delirious, I started babbling muddled phrases in a vain attempt to express my excitement. She giggled and said, "Hmm? What's that honey? - I didn't catch that. Say again?" taking great pleasure as I squirmed.
She carried on with the edging procedure and I went on bucking & squirming in total ecstatic frustration. This continued for at least 15 minutes. My excitement ramped higher & higher until I felt unable to take anymore. And that pushed me into uncontrolled hysteria. I was now in a different state of consciousness. I stopped thrashing. All I could do was take it all in. My perception was focused. I saw and felt everything with amazing clarity, and I no longer was trying to avoid discomfort. No striving, no frustration, I was able to abide in this moment, trembling at the peak of arousal. My breathing relaxed to a steady rhythm.
"That's it, there we are, kid..." she said softly. Then cooing and humming sweetly, she ran her smooth hands up and down my body. Then fetching the paper towels she said, "Just stay relaxed honey..." and reached up under me to grasp the butt-plug. "Taking it out is lots easier than putting it in," she started pulling gently, "now push for me like when you poop... good, that's right..." And before I knew it the monster was on the table, wrapped in paper towels. Whew! that was easier than I expected.
"Now here comes the part you're gonna like, young man." she said, eyeing me up & down lewdly. Turning, she snapped on a rubber glove, grabbed the KY jelly and started to lube my tender hole. Still in this strange new state of consciousness, my boner straight up and throbbing, tingling waves running all through my body, I heard her say, "Oh, I'm gonna like this too!" With that, she inserted a finger (first one, then two) up my ass, and with her other hand started stroking my dick.
Ever so gently she stroked with her dry powdered hand, and with her probing fingers she found my prostate. I was frozen in space, having no choice but to just take it. Expertly, she ramped me up to the brink of explosion then backed off each time, only to start again. "I removed the plug because I can feel with my finger more precisely... to determine the exact moment..." I heard her say this but unable to think, I had no way to apply the concept. My brain was involved in other more pressing matters. She went on & on with total control, causing the most exquisite sensations I have ever experienced. At times I would thrust my hips forward, or throw my head back & forth wildly, but they were purely autonomic reactions. As she continued relentlessly I slipped even more into this feverish madness. Like a delirium or frenzy, but with no turmoil whatsoever.
Then at one point she stood up and to my utter astonishment, she matterf-factly took off her blouse exposing the most beautiful pair of tits I've ever seen! They had the perfect hang. Erect nipples surrounded by bumpy areolae. I was stunned, this was more than I could imagine wishing for. Smiling casually, she sat down again and resumed her wicked procedure. One finger went in my ass and found that delicious spot, while her other hand returned to the delicate caress of my blue-veined throbber. She seemed to delight in 'accidentally' letting those gorgeous boobs rub up against my bare skin. I couldn't believe this was happening, the sight of those luscious hangers sent me even further into the delirium. She was sexy beyond imagination. I was in awe. I surrendered to her control with total abandon.
She started making a 'come hither' motion with her finger on my prostate, and every so often with her other hand, she would stop stroking and pull down on the ball-weight then give my dick-head a squeeze. Precum was dripping abundantly. I jerked and shuddered involuntarily at odd times. I was lost in a dream yet wide awake. My dick started to quiver of its own accord. I knew I was getting close, but had no idea how close. She seemed to know exactly, and began deliberately stroking in a machine-like rhythm. The pace was faster than before, and went on for several minutes. Very soon I was past the point of no return. She knew it before I did, and leaned her face in closer.
"Okay sweetheart, let it go... give it to me." She was squeezing hard, stroking the entire length. "Time to launch that rocket." Then at a moment I couldn't predict, I felt the ringing sensation that precedes a climax. She softened her grip and ran her thumb & fingers lightly on my glans. This caused my final approach to slow down. Inch by inch I headed toward the inevitable spill. The closer I got, the more intense was the burning. It was almost excruciating. I couldn't move. I started panting unconsciously. She kept on going slower and softer, expertly nudging me forward to the brink. The burning got so hot I couldn't stand it. Right at that moment the pulsations began, and she instantly switched back to the hard fast stroke. This of course had the effect of prolonging the duration of my orgasm. She indeed knew the "exact moment".
My hips lurched forward as violent spasms overtook me, sending massive ropes of semen into the air. Immense gobs were shooting out at blinding speed, and she was catching most of them in her mouth. She sparkled with incandescent passion as she swallowed every drop. My world was ablaze. It felt like forever. I throbbed and pulsed for so long, I started to wonder if it would ever end. Maybe it was a weird paroxysm or something? I didn't care, that would've been okay by me.
But it did end of course, and coasting down, the pulsations went on long after there was no more semen in my balls. She continued slurping lovingly on my still hard penis as if she couldn't get enough. Then she looked up at me and said, "See..? I told you it'd be worth a little pain." I was speechless. I just gawked at her like a schoolboy as she untied me and cleaned us both up.
Getting dressed, she told me I could keep the ball-weight, provided I come back for regular checkups. "You've done well so far, but there's a long way to go yet." She gave me her number saying, "Be sure to call me next week." I thanked her and headed to the elevator, feeling dazed and extremely happy. | Hotel Valencia Ch. 02 | [
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Text: It was a beautiful day, Lesile had decided to call her friend Elizabeth to go into town to go shopping. Lesile was already at the meeting point, only living a couple of blocks from the main street of town.
"Hey Liz," Lesile greeted cheerfully. Elizabeth took stock of Lesile and for just a fleeting moment felt jealousy. Lesile was a very pretty redhead, not to tall, and very thin. She could eat and eat without the effects showing on her at all. Elizabeth on the other hand was very self-conscious about her appearance however. Although she had been told by many a guy how attractive she was, she felt...well fat. Nothing could be further from the truth, and most guys laughed when she made that statement to them. Her figure was drastically different from Lesiles, and Elizabeth was more sought after due to it. Nevertheless she still remained envious of Lesile.
"Hey yourself," she replied forgetting about her momentary weakness.
"Say, I'm hungry. What'dya say we grab a bite to eat before we get shopping, maybe mexican," Lesile offered.
Just like her to want to eat, Elizabeth thought. "Sure, whatever you want," Elizabeth answered.
They walked through town to the local mexican restaurant, laughing and giggling all the way. They were taking a shortcut through an narrow alley, when a man in a black suit, and tinted sunglasses turned the corner and almost knocked over the two girls.
"Oh I'm terribly sorry ladies," he said in an accent neither Lesile or Elizabeth had heard. "I am in such a rush, I didn't mean to startle you". There was something weird about the man, the way he looked at Elizabeth, almost as if he were looking through her. It made her shiver involuntarily, and she felt dizzy for a moment.
"No harm done," Lesile said carefully and grabbed Elizabeth's arm to get her moving. When they got out of earshot, Lesile laughed briefly. "This town is just full of weirdos." Elizabeth still felt slightly uneasy, "I dunno, that was definitely creepy." "Come on, I'm absolutely starving. They have an all you can eat buffet."
Breaking out of the trance Elizabeth said sarcastically, "great".
Elizabeth looked behind her, and thought she caught a glimpse of the man still staring at her. She shrugged it off as paranoia. "Well that hit the spot," Lesile said pushing her fourth plate of mexican cuisine forward.
Elizabeth had eaten about three heaping plates herself, which shocked both her and Lesile. She usually ate like a rabbit these day, and to eat all that food was an uncommon occurrence. "I can't believe I ate so much, I feel like I'm going to pop," she said while adjusting the waistband of her jeans which seemed quite a bit more snug now. "Just stick me with a pin."
Lesile laughed, "It's good to indulge yourself once in awhile you know."
"Lets get outa here so I can walk this off."
They paid the check and were back on the main street once more. "Where should we go first," Elizabeth asked
"How bout the thrift shop, haven't been there in a few weeks." Ninety percent of Lesiles' clothes came from there, she loved the thrift shops. "Sounds good to me."
As they walked to the shop, Elizabeth felt that her clothes seemed tight. She vowed never to eat again. Once inside the shop the two girls picked several pieces to try on. Once in the safety of the fitting room, Elizabeth removed the restricting clothes and examined herself. She could almost swear that she had gotten bigger since this morning. Her already ample breasts seemed to be slightly bigger beginning to spill out the sides of her DD cup bra. Her panties dug into her thighs slightly more than usual, at that moment she decided that she would have to run a few miles that evening. She finally tried on a lowcut party dress she had found in her size(or so she hoped was still her size). She squeezed into it, finding that it was a bit snug around her breasts and hips. She was about to take it off when Lesile opened the curtains trying to catch her friend by surprise.
"Wow," she said mouth wide opened, "you look great". Some other women nearby where forced to agree, as well as two guys who nearly drooled at the sight. This made Elizabeth feel ten feet tall, that is until she heard a loud tear coming from her rear. Upon examining with her hands hoping to feel fabric, she instead felt her own panties and bottom. Turning beat read she ran back to the fitting room. I knew it was to good to be true, she thought to herself while removing the torn dress. All she wanted to do was to go home, and get away from this store. As she put on her clothes she had a hard time getting the pants buttoned. "That's all I need", she muttered. Finally, with much coaxing she got the button fastened noticing the amount of her belly pushing over the waistband. Her shirt also seemed to show off more of her belly than usual as she pulled the shirt over her breasts. She came out of the dressing room, and found Lesile waiting for her obviously sensing that Elizabeth would want to get out of the shop quickly. After explaining what happened to the sympathetic sales clerk, they left the shop not having to pay for the ruined dress.
"Don't sweat it Liz, it could of happened to anyone."
"That's easy for you to say miss waif," she said very upset.
Lesile looked hurt by this comment, which made Elizabeth feel guilty for she had said. "Look Lesile, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you, you know how I can get sometimes. I think I'm just gonna go home now."
Lesile sincerely looked concerned for her friend, which touched Elizabeth. "Look, try to perk up. I'll call you tomorrow, OK."
Elizabeth smile slightly, "sure thing. Talk to you tomorrow." The rest of the afternoon Elizabeth sat around and felt a little sorry for herself. She tried to go out running, but found herself rather tired. When her mother called her for dinner, she tried to convince her that she was not hungry. However as of late Elizabeth's mother feared her daughter might not be eating well, and while she was at home determined to feed her. The pasta did smell good, so Elizabeth put a very small portion on her plate. Over the afternoon her Jeans had stretched slightly becoming more comfortable. As she ate however she felt the jeans get tighter and tighter on her until finally the button exploded quite audibly and everyone at the table looked down her wide opened jeans. "Oh my," her mother said.
"Are you pregnant," her father asked suspiciously.
"I'm a virgin daddy," she said abruptly, causing her father to turn bright red, "I think I'm done. I'm going to bed". She got up from the table slowly, as she felt rather full, covering the exposed part her panties the blown out jeans had exposed. When she reached her bedroom she quickly shed her clothes once more. Her bra was unbearably tight at this point. She looked in the full length mirror, she had definitely got bigger, especially in her chest, a little bigger in the belly, and a little wider at the hips. Still feeling completely exhausted she put on her oversized nightshirt, even that felt a bit snug in some parts, and promised herself that she would be getting a membership at the gym tomorrow. "Right now I have to sleep though," she said to herself. Elizabeth slipped into a blissful sleep, totally unaware of the black cat watching her through the window. Elizabeth realized something when she started stirring out of her sleep, although very vague as she was barely out of her slumber, there was something blocking her vision. She woke up lying on her back and when she opened her eyes she couldn't see over her breasts. She finally woke up completely with a start, "what the hell," she said panicked. She moved her hands to her now giant orbs that were her breasts, and felt how tight her oversized night shirt had stretched over them. It had even started to tear in the center, and each breath she took caused it to tear a little more. She squeezed them slightly and found them to be somewhat taut. She moved her hands down the rest of her body and found her belly to be larger as well. She tried to get up, but was having a hard time with all the added bulk. Finally after gaining enough momentum she rolled off the bed and onto her feat nearly falling over before she found her new center of gravity. She found walking to be difficult, it was more of a waddle. As she turned to her full length mirror she gasped as she caught full site of herself.
Her breasts where the size of basketballs and defied all gravity as they were perfectly round without a bit of sag to them. Her hips and thighs seemed huge to her now. She turned around to try and get a view of her bottom, which didn't take much effort. Her panties had slipped into her crack causing a wedgie, and she could see why. Her bottom look like two half basketballs, proportionate somewhat to her bust.
"What's happening to me," she almost cried. She waddled over to her door and opened it. Luckily her parents were at work and she had the house to herself much to her relief. She did not want to be seen in this condition. She was pondering what she was going to do when the phone rang. She made her way over to where the phone was, and then lost sight of it under her massive breasts. As she bent down she fell over with the added weight on her front. Fumbling for the phone she finally grabbed hold of it and answered, "h hello?"
"Hey Liz, feeling better today," Lesile asked over the phone..
Elizabeth gulped before silently answering, "no I'm not. Could you please come over. " "Sure, is everything OK," she asked concerned.
"I'd rather tell you when you get here, and come alone please."
"Sure, I'll be over in about twenty minutes."
"OK, I'll be here," and with that she hung up the phone.
This gave her twenty minutes to get up, and to find something that would fit her. This proved to be no small task. After about a dozen tries, she got enough leverage to lift herself up. Next was to find clothes, and that proved to be the most difficult part. None of her pants would fit her, nor any of her shirts, and dresses were out of the question. She thought about it and decided to check her parents wardrobe. She finally found one of her fathers oversized white button down shirts, and one of her mothers skirts with an elastic waist band that seemed to fit. She looked at herself again in the mirror, noticing how far the shirt stuck out making her look even plumper. She remedies this by wrapping a black belt around the bottom of the shirt showing her boobs off some more. She also decided to put the belt on to tell weather or not she was getting any bigger. The other half of her body looked better, just her thighs and hips look bigger, not so much he calves. Finally ready to meet Lesile she carefully made her way downstairs back into the living room, and plopped onto the couch at a weird angle due to her rounded butt.
After what seemed like an eternity the doorbell rang and Elizabeth asked who it was. When Lesile announced "its me silly," Elizabeth yelled for her to come in. She heard the door open and Lesile's footsteps.
"You in the living room," she asked.
"Yeah, but brace yourself."
Lesile rounded the corner and gasped at what she saw. On the couch was a more rounded version of Elizabeth straining a shirt usually many sizes to big. "My God, your your...", she was speechless. "Huge, plump, go on you can say it," Elizabeth said on the verge of tears.
"What happened," Lesile said moving over to her friend.
"I just woke up like this."
"How do you feel," she ventured.
"I feel so bloated, and tight. Its hard to describe."
Lesile moved her hand to touch Elizabeth's bloated body and stopped herself not wanting to upset her friend more. Elizabeth just nodded, indicating it was OK. Lesile gave Elizabeth's belly a poke, feeling the tautness of her belly.
"Its weird," she muttered," its almost like touching a balloon."
"Well I kinda feel like one," Elizabeth replied.
They both sat in silence, until Elizabeth began to feel a little dizzy again. "Are you OK," Lesile asked concerned. "I dunno, I feel funny," Elizabeth said looking down at her waist.
The belt was starting to get tight on her, her body began to bulge over it and under it. Elizabeth's breaths were more of short puffs as if she were trying to control the intake of air into her. "Your swelling up," Lesile noted near hysterics.
"Help get this belt off me, Please," she pleaded. Lesile tried to unbuckle the belt, but it was too tight. Elizabeth's face was red with tension as the belt cut into her painfully. Her chest now strained the front of the shirt stretching the buttons enough that Lesile could see parts of her massive bust. Lesile could only watch as Elizabeth blew up on the couch, her thighs thickening down to her calves finally. Finally the belt exploded off her waist. Elizabeth stopped swelling, and looked down at her body. Her upper torso was becoming more and more spherical.
"What are you filling with," Lesile asked giving Elizabeth another poke. This time feeling that she was a little tighter, and she bulged in other places when she was poked.
"I think its air," she said," I really am blowing up like a balloon".
"We have to get you to a doctor, and find a way to deflate you. You feel tighter than before...," she trailed off.
Elizabeth's face filled with fear. "Do you think I'll pop?"
"I dunno Liz, but I don't want to risk it, come on I'll drive."
"I hope you brought your station wagon," Elizabeth said. Lesile helped the plumpened Elizabeth up and to the door. Getting through the door was a problem, as Elizabeth was far too wide now. Lesile got up behind her enlarged friend and began to shove her through. "Careful," Elizabeth whimpered. Finally they were able to squeeze her through the door, and Lesile carefully helped Elizabeth get into the back of her station wagon. It was a tight fit, and Lesile had a hard time seeing out the back. Elizabeth had a very uncomfortable ten minute trip to the hospital as she rolled from side to side in the car. When they reached the hospital Lesile ran inside to help move Elizabeth. She heard a stretcher being rolled and running footsteps. "Holy shit, she's so round," she heard a voice mutter. She couldn't see over her breasts. She felt hands grab onto her swollen body, and what sound like a balloon squeaking. She cried out when she realized it was coming from her. "She's lighter than she looks," the other EMT said.
They placed her on a stretched and moved her through the emergency room and finally into a large private room. Somewhere along the way, Lesile had been asked to stay in the lobby. So Elizabeth was forced to lay there alone. After just a few minutes a doctor entered the room. "Hello Elizabeth, I'm Dr. Owens," he said awestruck.
"Doctor, what's wrong with me," she squeaked.
"Well its certainly not retaining water, that's for sure," he said realizing that humor was not appropriate at this point. "I'm sorry its just, well, I've never anything like this before. No one has to my knowledge, its unprecedented. But I'm going to try and help you," said Dr. Owens. "Nurse," he called his voice wavering a little.
A young nurse walked in and nearly fainted when she saw Elizabeth. "Y, Yes Doc Doctor," she stuttered.
"Please help me get Elizabeth on her feet, and then see if we can find her a gown," he said moving over to the stretcher.
The doctor and nurse fussed about her and helped her get onto her feet and center her on her plumpened legs. "OK Elizabeth we're going to..." he stopped as he watched the girls face flush.
"Oh no," Elizabeth cried, "its happening again."
Elizabeth began to blow up again, this time a little differently. Her shoulders began to puff up along with her arms, which began to rise straight out. Followed by her chest which strained the tight shirt. With a "pop" a button flew off it followed by another than another. "She's blowing up like a balloon," the nurse wailed.
"Thank you nurse, I can see that," the doctor replied.
Elizabeth looked frantically about her as her belly blew up pushing her chest up to her chin. Her shoulders now pressed against her neck, her shirt finally gave up the ghost of containing the rest of her and fell to the floor. "Help, Help!," Elizabeth cried. Her upper torso was almost completely spherical. Her skirt was begging to stretch to its limits and finally burst off her, revealing overstretched panties. Her crotch began to inflate over her legs, and meanwhile her arms were becoming part of her upper body. "I'm getting too big, the pressure is just mounting," Elizabeth cried. She tried to take a few steps, but could only waddle a few inches.
"She's gonna pop," the nurse yelled running out of the world. The doctor was about to stop her, when he thought that maybe the nurse had the right idea. Her body was almost completely spherical now, a fleshtoned balloon with gargantuan breasts. It was even making squeaking balloon noises too. Elizabeth grunted and whimpered as she grew enormous, for she was almost three hundred inches around at the waist. "Oh Doctor, help, I'm so big, the pressure is too much. I'm gonna POP!," she was hysterical now. As she struggled against her inflation she wobbled and then finally started sliding onto her back, but fell short as it was too round to lay on. The Doctor then heard straining rubbery stretching and was about to run when the inflation seemingly stopped.
Elizabeth just lay there at an angle, he eyes shut just waiting to explode. When she realized that she was no longer inflating she lay very still, fearing even breathing hard. She felt completely full, the pressure almost unbearable. She was a helpless balloon, unable to move. Dr. Owen signaled to the nurse that it was safe to come back in. He approached the bulbous mass that was Elizabeth and placed a hand on her body, and retracted it quickly upon feeling how tight she was. "Whoa," he said.
"Uh, Uh, if I get any bigger I just know I'm going to burst," she said.
A crowd had gathered outside the room, watching the spectacle of the giant balloon girl, the doctor ordered them away, fearing the enormous unstable girl in the center of the room.
"Dr. Owens," the nurse said.
"Yes Nurse." "Do you still want me to take some blood from her?"
Dr. Owens looked at the girl dumbfounded, "think about that for a second," he told her. She did and then it struck her.
"Oh, I guess the needle might not be a good idea". Lesile was led to the room where they had put Elizabeth. No one could get a hold of her parents, so she had decided to stay. When she entered the room she saw a nurse holding the biggest hospital gown ever. It was more like a huge sheet then anything else, no doubt the engineering of improvising nurse. Then she looked over at the flesh colored balloon with breasts in the middle of the room, she couldn't see Elizabeth's head though. She slowly walked over to where she could speak to her face to face. Elizabeth looked back at her friend her face shrouded with fear at her predicament. "Oh Elizabeth...", she said completely at a loss. "What's it like," she asked.
"I'll never look at a balloon the same way that's for sure," she managed to say. The pressure must have been immense in there. "If I have another episode...".
It was a disconcerting thought to say the least. "I need to get some more material for the gown, I'll be right back," said the nurse. The nurse left the room, and closed the door. "We'll find a way to get you back to normal, don't worry," Lesile said trying to comfort Elizabeth.
"Always looking at the bright side aren't you Lesile."
Lesile spun around and found a man in a black suit standing there. The same man they had ran into in town. He had startled her, for she did not hear the door open. "Who's their Lesile," Elizabeth asked.
"I think you'd better leave mister," Lesile warned.
"Oh I don't think so, after all, an artist admires his handiwork," he said playfully.
Lesile stared at the man in fear, "you did this," she whispered.
"That's right my dear," he smiled, "I had no idea this would be so much fun. Watching you squirm as you blew up."
"How," Elizabeth whispered unable to see the man.
He approached Elizabeth's rounded body. "Get away from her, Doctor, Nurse...", She was cut off as she felt her body freeze into place. "No one can hear you dear, so please don't waste your breath."
He poked Elizabeth causing her to bulge and to whimper again, "Stop that," she said.
"You see, I'm what you would call a warlocke. Do you believe in magic Lesile," he asked. When she didn't respond he continued, "Its no matter, because I do. My powers flow from the fear of others that I link to. In the case of our rotund young lady here," he patted her again causing the skin to squeak, "well I found out her fear of getting fat and well acted on it. She didn't get fat of course but it gave me the idea for this. I think that I will have to do this more often," he added. "Please, let the air out of me," Elizabeth pleaded.
The warlocke laughed, "well that wouldn't be very fun would it. No no no. Lets see. How shall we end this," he was toying around.
"You bastard," Lesile yelled," I'll...", she found herself unable to talk.
"Kindly shut up miss," he said casually," now where were we". He climbed up onto Elizabeth's body, causing her to bulge dangerously.
"Oh, stop, your gonna make me pop," Elizabeth cried.
He brought his face between her monstrous boobs, and looked down at his victim. "That's the idea you know. But how shall I do it I wonder. Stick you with a pin maybe," he said while poking one of her orbs. "Please stop, change me back, please," she pleaded again. He smiled and stood up on top of her and began to jump, causing dangerous rubbery groans to emit from her tight body. "Oh stop, just stop, oh...oh...oh". He finally stopped and jumped off her body. "It would seem as though there where still some room in there. Lets see just how big you'll get," and with that he snapped his fingers.
Again she began to swell, the warning noises coming from her body. She flapped her hands against the sides of her body, and kicked her little feet. Soon her hands and feet where being engulfed by her sides, as well as her feet. Lesile watched in horror as the warlocke inflated Elizabeth to her limits. She saw that her nails where beginning to dig into her sides, she closed her eyes.
"Oh no, my nails, I'm too big, I'm...gonna...pop ohhhhhhhhhh," her nails dug deep into her sides. Her cheeks began to puff up as well as her lips, she swelled, and swelled, and swelled, and POP!
There was a deafening sound of a balloon popping. Lesile opened her eyes to find the room filled with shreds of flesh colored rubber, and thankfully that was it. The warlocke stood there with his eyes closed, seething with power. "Well its been fun my dear, lets do this again shall we," and with that he vanished leaving only a menacing laugh.
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It's been a week since you seduced me and took my virginity, and you haven't called, even though you were tender after and promised to call the next day. I felt a bit butthurt, both figuratively and, for a day or so afterwards, literally. But, I tell myself that I'm over it now, that I should just accept it. It was hot and sexy for the little slice of time we were together. It's enough.
It's hard to sleep at night, though. So a week later around 2 a.m., I'm taking out my frustration upon the iron at the 24 hour gym I go to, no one else here but the night manager and some old guy slowly doing sit ups. I'm adding another iron plate to the seated bench press machine, one 20 pound plate short of my personal best of 270 pounds, when I notice you walk past me. Our eyes lock for a brief second, a guilty look on your face, then you glance away and walk to the upright rowing machine next to mine and start fumbling with the settings.
Fuck it, I think. That's all? Giving me a Medium Ignore? I close my eyes so I can focus all my strength on moving the weight, trying to rid myself of anger and replace it with a good clean burning sensation in my pectorals and arms. By the fourth rep, I'm straining to complete the press, my muscles too tired, and I'm about to give up and lower it back toward my chest, when I feel the tiniest easing of the weight.
I hear your voice say, "C'mon. You can do this."
I open my eyes, and see you have your fingertips next to mine, taking maybe 5 pounds of weight off the load. So I press with all my strength and complete the rep.
You shift your hands a fraction, so your index fingers touch my fists clenched around the handles. I feel a little shock from the touch, like a miniscule jolt of electricity.
"One more", you say. "Then let's leave."
I look in your eyes, wondering if that means what I think it does. You wordlessly answer by discreetly sliding a finger up my middle finger, all the way to the knuckle, while giving me a hungry, predatory gaze. I assent by grunting and straining and somehow getting the stack of iron up and then back down while your fingers take just enough weight to make it possible.
We walk in silence to your black Toyota SUV in the nearly deserted parking lot. It's still dark outside, with more darkness inside my head. You hold the door open for me.
I think of turning on my heel and walking away to my car. That would feel good. But I don't.
Finally I say, "Why?"
"Hmm?"
"Why didn't you call?"
A long silence. "Get in and I'll tell you on the way."
I think about it. You reach out and give my hard muscular ass a squeeze and then gently nudge it toward the open door and the waiting black leather seats and darkness within.
On the drive to your house, you're quiet and stare ahead at the road, and I think maybe you're not gonna answer the question. Just as I'm about to tell you to turn around and take me back to my car, you say, still not meeting my eyes, "I don't do relationships. When I'm horny, I try to find some stranger to blow me or let me fuck them, and then I leave."
"Then why am I here?"
"Because it was different with you. Hot. Sexy."
I just stare at you, until you take your eyes off the road a moment to glance at me. "Can't believe I'm saying this, but ..."
"What?"
"You really gonna make me say it?"
"Just fucking man up and tell me."
"Fine. I felt something with you. And that felt weird, OK? Not how it works."
I don't say anything.
"Whatta you want, fucking flowers or something?"
You pull into your driveway, and, silent, we go into your house. Into your bedroom. Silently, you pull your black Calvin Klein T-shirt off, still damp with sweat from the workout, revealing your strong muscled body. Silently you kiss my neck and skin while you undress me. Then you open a drawer and take out a set of frilly red panties.
"Put them on."
"The fuck? No."
You tug down your gym shorts and kick them away, no underwear, revealing a stiffening cock, a drop of precum moistening the tip.
I slowly drop to my knees.
"No," you say. "Put on the panties first. Be my sexy girl." You grasp my long hair and gently tug me to my feet again, then slap my cheek. A symbolic slap, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to assert your dominance over me. You hand me the red frilly piece of cloth.
Blushing, turned on, I slide them up my bare legs.
You grab me by the neck and roughly force my head down to your by now thoroughly erect cock, bending me over. I smell the musky scent of your body, pungent from sweat and a little offputting, but I'm feeling my cock stiffen, and so I take the soft rubbery cockhead in my mouth, tasting the salty precum, and rub my tongue over the sensitive underside.
You grunt. "Mmm, baby, that feels good." One of your hands holds my neck firmly while your other strokes my hair, and you start facefucking me, just the cockhead sliding through my lips to my waiting tongue.
I can't believe I'm wearing slutty sexy red panties, while taking a hard cock in my mouth for the second time in my life. Not just a cock ... your cock.
How the fuck did you coax me into doing this?
"Are you my woman?" you grunt out as you thrust deeper.
Mmmph, I say through a mouthful of cock.
You take that as the "yes" I meant to say, and make sounds like I make when I'm on the verge of cumming in my wife. I grab your hard ass cheeks to brace myself so I can take your quickening thrusts and work my tongue, trying to make you cum, giving my man all the pleasure I can.
But then you slow down, pull back from the verge, pull your cockhead out of my greedy lips. I look up, asking with my eyes.
"I don't want to cum like that", you say. One of your hand slides under my panties and down the cleft of my cheeks, touching my hole. I feel an electric thrill from the intimacy of your touch, from the surrender of letting you wordlessly tell me, order me, how you want to slake your lust.
You pull me upright again, spank my pantied ass. "C'mon. We're all sweaty. Let's go in the shower and get clean."
We go in the bathroom. Your shower is all glass panels, the walls tiled in what looks like white marble streaked with grey. There's a bottle of lube in the soap rack, and I briefly wonder if any men, or possibly women, have shared this shower with you, but I think, nah, probably for jacking off, and let that jealous thought go. I reach down to the waistband of my panties to take them off.
"No. Leave them on."
You open the glass door and playfully smack my ass yet again as I step in. You must really like my ass to be hitting it so much. Soon, hot water is streaming down my body and soaking my panties while you stand behind me and kiss my neck and down my spine. I shudder with pleasure. You grab the bar of soap and rub it all over my body, rivulets of suds and water cascading down my slippery flesh, making my skin tingle. You finish by pulling my panties to one side and inserting a finger between my cheeks, rubbing the soap onto the rim of my waiting hole.
I moan. God that feels good.
I hear the click of the lube bottle in the shower rack, and you slide a finger inside. It hurts a bit, but oh so good.
"You like being fingerfucked?"
"Mmmm!"
You push a second finger in. It hurts more, but I take the pain. I take it for you. I feel so slutty, letting the fingers of a man who I'm not sure even likes me, who picked me up in the gym, probe so intimately inside me. But it's a good kind of slutty. Your fingers stretch me open, and hit something inside me, my prostate I guess, and I feel a burst of pleasure with the pain. My cock hardens a bit more.
"Is my girlfriend ready to get fucked?"
I nod yes.
You slowly slide your fingers out of me, and I go "oh!" as the pressure and pain ends for now. You push me against the glass wall, slick with water drops and suds, then pull my hips back so I am partially bent over. You grab a fistful of my long hair and pull my head back, and now I am helpless to escape, not that I want to. I look over my shoulder and watch as you rub lube all over your cockhead and shaft. You kick my legs farther apart. I imagine what you must be seeing, your slutty dirty girlfriend bent over and legs splayed open, vulnerable and ready to be fucked hard, with her hair tangled and wet in your fist as you yank on it, soaked wet red panties clinging to a boyish hard ass, her body lathered with soap as you pull my panties to the side again, showing the round globes of my butt and my asscrack and hole slick with lube as you position your cock for entry ...
You're not gentle now, your cock impatiently pushes at my loosened pussyhole, and you thrust so hard my cheek is pressed against the glass of the shower and my hands are also braced on the slick glass, trying to keep my balance as you grunt and shove and get your cockhead through my ring. It hurts, but you don't care, it's just animal lust as you roughly shove inside a bit deeper with each thrust, and I take the pain and the violence of my face being trapped against the glass as your fist in my hair immobilizes me, stuck in place with your prick going deeper as I try to relax my ring and let you in as far as you want, damn the pain, it's all about your desires.
"Take it, bitch."
I take it, thrilled to give my body to be used by this near stranger, the violent thrill of being your fucktoy girlfriend with your cock buried all the way inside now, grunting and moaning, a kind of strangled lusty growl in your throat, and it feels so good to be taken and used and fucked hard, pain and pleasure and a bit of fear at the roughness, and you let go of my hair and grab my hip with one hand, the other hand still holding the red silky fabric of my panties out of the way of your shaft drilling deep inside me.
"Clench your pussy tight around my shaft, bitch."
It hurts even more, but I obey, I tighten my assrim and give you the pleasure of a clenched tight hole to fuck.
That must be putting you over the edge, because you thrust and growl harder and spank my ass, and I briefly wonder how I'm gonna explain red hand prints on my asscheeks to my wife when I go home, but fuck it, I don't care in this wonderful intimate moment of surrender.
"You want my cum in you? You want to be a good girlfriend and take my sperm?"
I'm gasping with pain and the lovely jolt of your cockhead hitting my prostate deep inside me with every fast deep thrust, and it's a rhetorical question anyway because you don't wait for permission, you take what you need so bad, moaning and spanking me and cursing as you cum, shooting my ass full of what I'm guessing is a weeklong load from the intensity of how you're cumming, all the pent up sperm from when you last fucked me. Or so I hope. I fight back another twinge of jealousy, because I want to just give you this pleasure and not demand anything in return other than the lovely sensation of being used and spanked like a naughty girlfriend fucktoy who gives her man everything he demands.
"Oh. Oh fuck", you say. "Aaaaaaah."
I think you're done cumming, but you're still slowly pushing inside me as I clench my burning sore hole and milk the last of the cum out of your body, letting you deposit the dregs of your seed in me, accepting this gift.
You're gasping for breath like you ran a sprint at top speed, clutching my wet soapy body with your strong arms, and I know from cumming in my wife that you must be so sleepy now, so when your softening cock finally slides out of my ass I gently disengage and take your hand and lead you to bed, pulling back the sheets for you as you collapse, still wet and soapy from the shower. I cuddle up, holding you gently and letting you fall asleep in my arms, not ruining it for you by demanding you talk about it, knowing from your terse statements on the ride home that you don't want a girlfriend who yammers on when you need to sleep.
I stroke your hair as you sleep, your hard flesh warm against mine, and think about how I really ought to go home before it gets too hard to explain my absence to my wife, but fuck it, I'm not gonna let her steal this moment from me, so I close my eyes and surrender once more, this time to sleep ... | How You Seduced Me Ch. 03 | [
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*1. In Through The Out Door*
I believe his name was Ramon.
I cant be sure. I don't recall ever hearing it actually...remember seeing a nameplate...but for some reason I think he was Ramon.
No matter, names weren't required for what we were doing.
He'd come with lunch...wheeled it right into the room and after seeing me sprawled over the messy bed,
my nakedness only partially concealed with a sheet...I'd easily convinced him to stay for dessert.
The room's occupant...in who's name it had been rented anyway...was out. He'd slipped from between the sheets some hours ago to meet some people...talk at a conference luncheon or suck somebody else's cock. Probably all of those things...I wasn't quite sure.
I'd taken up unofficial residence that first night and we'd been mixing work with pleasure ever since.
Right up until Ramon.
Leaned back...up against the headrest...his smooth, olive skinned body was highlighted by the white sheets. He looked delicious...and I was already hungry.
Putting a knee up on the foot of the bed, I began to crawl to him like a cat. Slowly...silently making my way to him. I take my first taste as my tongue lightly grazes his leg. I would let my tongue lead me...it knew where to go...what to do.
Slowly it trailed up him...over a muscular thigh...to his crotch. My lips gently...barely...touch his thickening cock while bridging over to his flat belly...I skate up to his chest and suckle a small tit...drawing hardness from the dark nipple and the first moans from his mouth...before ascending to his open and inviting mouth...we kiss. Slow...wet...deep...taking our time. Drawing his tongue out, I massage it with my own...stroke it as I'll soon do elsewhere...as our needs build.
"Hi, Baby..." I whisper after pulling back slightly. A quick smile...another quick lick of his lips...and I'm gone...spun around...ready for my descent.
By now his cock is a sight sure to wet the mouth of any self respecting cocksucker. Ramon wasn't a big man...probably just below average...but he packed a hell of an above average cock.
Thick and swollen, it was throbbing hard and pointing at my face with menacing delight. A pearl of precum clung precariously to the head...the tip of my quick tongue saved it from falling. Licking the length the thick shaft...I follow it back to his balls and with my hand bring them to my mouth.
"Mmmmm.." I murmur while kissing and licking his hairless sac. It undulates in my palm...against my wet lips as I lick it feverishly.
"Lick me Bitch..." were his first...well chosen words. A good course of action, I decide and continue to do just that. Extending my tongue, I slide it as deeply down his crack as my position will allow.
I feel his hands on my hips...guiding me...up and over until I'm straddling his chest. I inch back slightly...until we can please each other comfortably and facing forward again, I grasp his cock and
start the first meal of the day. Wrapped around the swollen head of his cock...my lips feel his heat as I begin cork screwing him down and in.
Sucking him down like a sword...the smooth thickness of his cock fills my mouth until its touches the back of my throat...ahhhh, how I do enjoy a mouthful of cock. Pulling off slowly, my contracted lips extract a sweet reward of precum...a cock's way of insuring it gets sucked again...and again...it teases you with the promise of more. In my case...no such convincing was necessary.
A tube of lubricant flies from the top of the nightstand and lands on the sheets near my head. Taking my cue, I begin fixing him up. Soon his cock is a glistening, dark brown picture of manhood at its very best.
He guiding me again...gently rolling me onto my back and I wait patiently as his hand finishes what his mouth had begun...deftly applying lube to my ass. I while away the time by playfully rolling his balls in the palm of my hand.
"You gonna fuck me Baby...? I whisper to him. In a second, I have my answer. Spinning me towards him, he raises my legs up until they rest on his shoulders.
"That's right Bitch..." he says with a grunt while quickly pulling close. "I'm going to fuck up good..."
I grasp my knees and pull back ...exposing myself fully...and soon feel him sliding his hardon
up where it belongs.
"Ahhhh..." the sound is pushed from my mouth. Squirming closer...I feel the power of his small frame as he begins pumping...holding me in place with strong hands...and working his tool on me.
"That's right...do it to me..." My eyes skyward, I momentarily regret the lack of a mirror on the ceiling that would let me see as well as feel his powerful cock fill my ass. Quickly passing it off as one of life's little disappointments, I close my eyes and enjoy the ride.
But...I've gotten ahead of myself.
Here I am...just about to detail how Ramon's was making me moan and I've not explained in any way how I wound up being in such a pleasing position. Not explained how I became the cocksucker I am today...
*2. The Doorway*
"Burning the candle at both ends again, eh Robert...?"
Apparently I'd left the door to my office ajar and Edward's had taken advantage.
"Hasn't that beautiful wife of yours trained you to get home on time?" he continued with a smile.
My concentration abruptly broken, I jerked slightly when looking towards him.
"Well...yes Sir, you know me...always wanting to stay top of things...but too slow to get them done quickly" A self effacing grin pushed the words back his way.
"Don't take too long now..." he came back. "Don't want to keep her waiting and the work will still be here tomorrow...Good Night now"
That said, he left gone as quickly as he'd appeared. His head retracted from the door jam...the door closed completely and quietly...the sound of his footsteps tracked him down the hall.
Once again, silence returned to my world.
"Phew...that was close..." I thought and felt. No sounds crossed my lips, but I could hear the blood
pumping quickly through my temples.
"What am I doing leaving the door open...?" I puzzled angrily. The cause for my concern
presented itself when my attention returned to the computer monitor...and the vision of two naked, aroused men captured me again. I was being bad again...and enjoying it.
Instantly, that warm submissive tide wells from within and flows over me. I become transfixed by the images...the thick, stiff cock...arching upward strongly...declaring it dominance over the young man kneeling before it...into whose mouth it partially disappears.
Reaching for my mouse, I give the images life with a noisy "click" ... the young man's head begins
turning slowly from side to side, his mouth full of swollen dickhead...his tongue darts out, smoothing over the thick shaft as he slowly swallows more and more of it...camera focusing in...a hand reaches up, fills itself with balls pushing the entire package up...another hand rests gently on the cock sucker's head...guiding his pleasing sucking...
Then the image stops.
The cock is again frozen in place between the man's lips. "Where it probably always belongs" I think as I'm returned to my own reality.
The center of this small universe is that beautiful cock...it dominates my attention and although not fully conscious of it at the time, it's a universe I was in route to.
"I've got to get home..." I mutter and with a few more "clicks" the computer is shut down.
Standing gingerly, my pants full of swollen manhood , I take advantage and squeeze and rub my hardon...getting it into proper "walking position". Finish collecting my things and head out towards the elevator...officially homeward bound.
*3. Passage*
The hour long train ride home is its usual boring self. Noisy and cluttered, the car is filled with other equally tired and disinterested travelers to whom the ride is nothing more than a means to a destination.
Something to be endured...not experienced or remembered. Sleep was the narcotic of choice this day
and pressing myself into the large, soft backrest my eyes close...and soon my mind opens.
"Going to join the future." I hear Edwards, my boss saying some months back. "We've opened our own website and we'll be taking orders over the net...tracking and tracing...all sorts of things are going to open up...the future is now..."
I didn't understand all the computer jargon, but these seemed like laudable goals so I'd happily jumped on board...next stop the future.
Funny how only a few weeks later, the future arrived.
Working alone after hours, I'd done an internet search on one of our Mid-West suppliers. I needed to check this or that about something or other, but the search netted more than anticipated. One of the websites rounded up was Gay, Lesbian & Bisexual... and I'd pondered it for a moment. The "something or other" that needed checking changed and in another short moment the website was opened...and I had a whole new world to ponder.
Displayed graphically...more so than I'd ever seen before, was the widest variety of hard cock, tight ass and all together hot looking naked men I'd ever seen. Being the happy-hetro that I thought I was, I'd not seen much of any of it. Page after page...website after website of long, thick dick and round, smooth ass popped up for my viewing pleasure and based on what the almost immediate hardons I'd get, it was a pleasure I didn't seem to mind. The images seemed to chase me...not wanting me to leave...flashing glimpses of new worlds as I closed others. For a period I didn't leave...and after awhile, I couldn't.
It was around that time that I started getting home a bit later than usual.
"The train wasn't on time, Honey..."
"Couldn't find a damn taxi anywhere, Babe..."
"I was jerking off in my office..."
NO!
Well, yes in fact I was.
My reputation for being a hard worker was growing as it became common place for my end of day to include a little quite time with the boys. Once deemed safe, my office door would close and my computer doorway to gay sex would open.
I'd never been with another man in real life. Actually, hadn't ever seen a hardon other than my less than "statuesque" one in real life, but these voyeur-like ventures were increasingly exciting and I was becoming more curious. Though never attracted to men sexually, my feelings towards "cock" were surprisingly quite different.
I was willingly being seduced by these visits to a kinkier, taboo side of sex...men pleasing other men.
Lips pressed to stiff cock...tongues hungrily swirling over enlarged, swollen and sensitive dickhead...then eagerly sucking down the reward of their efforts.
My fly began opening at such thoughts and images.
Cautiously at first and always behind a locked door, I'd succumb to my fantasies and jerk off while reading some hot story...or emailing some stranger, telling him I'd shaved my balls for the first time...or simply staring at some hot hard body...his cut cock completely commanding my attention.
More and more I could see my lips wrapped around a such a beautiful cock...worshipping it.
More and more I wanted to do such things...I wanted to be on his knees.
My head filled with visions...my hand full of cock...I'd swivel my chair towards the closed office door...imagining...wishing...someone would come through and catch me in my vulnerable condition...realize my need...release me.
A full length mirror hung inside a coat closet by my desk and I'd watch myself jerking off...imagining it was some other man in an adjacent room performing for me...a pleasure I'd willingly return...until muted moans would accompany my cum as it drained into the wastebasket.
That thought shot me back to reality...
Suddenly I was back on the train headed home, my crotch full of angry, hard cock. A "tent" in my pants was very visible and clearing my throat, I glanced around self-consciously and noticed a good looking middle-aged man across the aisle was staring at me.
"You all right...?" he asked slowly, not a note of concern in his voice. His glance dropped down to my crotch and back.
"Yes...thanks..." I replied sitting up straighter and gathering my wits. "Must've dozed off...for a moment".
Slowly we returned to our separate worlds.
A quick check of my watch told me the train was still about a twenty minutes from my getting off point,
but I was in dire of getting off right now! Exiting my seat, I exchanged looks again with the interested traveler before parading my concealed hardon down the bouncy aisle to the men's room.
Inside...the door closed behind me and I'm alone in chamber of noise...but not for long.
My pants and briefs quickly drop to the floor and grasping a hand-rail from above the toilet for support, my other hand wraps around my hardon and begins easing its suffering. Stiff and strong, my cock demands release...my eyes close and I disappear in fantasy...
An Image of one of the naked studs has popped from my computer and followed me. He steps behind me in the tight quarters and I feel his strong hands slide down my waist and massage my ass firmly...
"Mmmmmm*..." I moan quietly. My cock seeming to stand stiffer in appreciation...
"S*troke it Baby...stroke it for me" I feel his whispers on the back of my neck...he licks me...
I'm totally lost to submissive fantasy...
"See what you've done to me...?".* I push my crotch upward, holding myself out for him...
"That's it Baby...give it up for me...give it all up to me..."
So hard...I'm so hot and close now...
I'm up on my toes...my crotch raised and pushed forward...my ass clenched tight...
"Cum for me Baby...I know your secret...give it to me..."
I was at that point of no return...was just about to spray the world with cum...when I really did feel someone touching me! The interested traveler had followed me and squeezing in through the unfastened door, has knelt behind me.
Spinning...I'm spinning...he's spinning me...and in another moment my hand is pushed aside and my inflamed cock is swallowed whole!
"Ahhhhhh..." I gasp aloud...totally surprised...totally ready...I couldn't resist him if I'd wanted. I surrendered willingly.
I pushed back up onto my toes...both hands now grasped the overhead support...as he held my waist firmly and devoured me!
"Ohhhh...Baby..." I'm gasping. "Take..." My legs weaken...I drop a bit...a second later...I'm back up and release to him!
"Ahhhhhhhhhh..." I cried out as by body shook and a huge spasm of cum was powered out of me. He lifted me off my feet and held me in mid-air while sucking the very existence out of me! Load after blissful load he stole...his lips squeezed me...his tongue whipped me...my cock delivered the goods.
He stood when I couldn't feed him anymore and I realized how big he was. With palms placed against the stainless steel wall, he pinned me and pressed his mouth to mine. In just a few seconds I was willingly slurping down my own cum...wrapping it around my tongue...tasting its creamy bitterness...and going back for more.
Pressing up, I explored the deepest crevices of his mouth for it...captured and swallowed it. My hand found the back of his head...and gently pushed his face to me. I'm amazed and overcome with how easily I can do this...how I want this.
He rubbed his hand on my shrinking cock and wet crotch and raised it to my face where I began licking it slowly...deliberately. I'm now fully accepting and eager to travel down this new road. No more pretense...no longer strictly fantasy...I openly accepted these needs and licked his hand thoroughly.
"You're hungry aren't you...?" He whispered while guiding my hand...pressing it against his crotch.
I was about to affirm his comment by sliding down the wall when we were interrupted by loud bangs on the door.
"Gotta go!" someone yelled from the other side.
The spell was broken but we kissed again...slowly and deeply...before we broke and prepared to exit.
The man in need of relief stepped aside to make room for my large stranger/friend who exited first. An expression of surprise gripped his face when he noted my presence behind him. Although he said nothing, he entered the room cautiously once we cleared the doorway. I returned his stare with a thin grin. Did he realize what we've done? Probably. Could I have cared less? Not possible.
About forty-five minutes later my wife greeted me at the front door to our home and threw her arms around my neck. I wondered if she realized that she'd begun her first affair...welcoming this new man...this stranger to her home. That stranger fucked her eyes out later that night.
*4. You Take Milk With That?*
Life returned to it's semi-normalcy. Life altering moments don't come around often but the daily chores of life never go away. Although I had a different sense of myself, those changes were completely within. No "coming out" party was held for me. On the outside, I was the same and nobody noticed a thing.
Well almost nobody...
"Got a moment...? Edwards said as he stood in my office doorway. He was a big, rugged man and "block" was a fair assessment of what he did to doorways he decided not to pass through.
"Sure, what's up?" I replied, looking up from me desk.
"Well...I realize it's late, but the day just got away from me. I was wondering if you had time still that I could give you your job performance?"
It was about 5:20 and the office had emptied considerably. Although I'd been anticipating going online and checking for emails from internet pals...my disappointment was entirely concealed by a positive "Sure, no problem" reply.
"Good...then why don't you come down to my office when your done?" he said with an affirmative nod before turning and exiting.
Our concepts of "when I'm done" probably differed, but he was the boss and all I was at his office in another 10-15 minutes. The "pals" had to wait.
He was standing behind his desk with a phone to his ear and a hand gesture, motioned me to the couch and chair arrangement that adjoined his desk. Nice digs...roomy and comfortable. A good place to conduct business...put the customer at ease...then make your pitch.
I took up one end of the couch and waited.
His call complete, he sauntered towards the office door...
"Don't think I've been off that thing for more than 10 minutes all day. Getting ready for the Regional Conference three weeks from now is going to kill me! By the way, I expect you to go with me this time, so
clear your schedule.
.
Closing the door, he quietly returned to his desk and began rummaging through papers.
Going to the Conference...that was a "first" I'd not heard about before. Thinking we were probably the only ones still left in the office anyway, I glanced at the door absently before replying.
"I'll look forward to it...and will be ready for you..."
We didn't work closely on a daily basis...too many separate fires to put out...but I'd always appreciated his talent with people. An official manner that was strong but personal...never offending or confrontational. He was able to bring out the best from his employees and secure the confidence of his customers.
"Good...I'm sure you will" he concluded positively seating himself on the couch opposite me. In
another few moments the official review was underway and we began discussing how well things were going. I did a good job and the department was running smoothly. He obviously knew it and his words expressed his confidence.
It was when the review was concluding...when it took a different tact...that my heart began to race.
"So...how do you like the new software system?" he said conversationally.
"Ahhh...good" I replied evenly. "It's real handy and many of the inter-departmental accounting issues have disappeared. It took about a few days to get up to speed on its features, but I've been going full speed since."
"Good...glad to hear you're enjoying it...that's important to me" Edwards responded.
An interesting grouping of words I thought for a moment, but quickly refocused and continued listening.
"I'll admit myself, that it took some time to learn the system...wasn't 100% sold on it at first because I didn't understand all the applications...all the potentials."
As he spoke, the papers that were in his hand found their way to the coffee table top and he deftly slid to the center of the couch...the tone of his voice implied that he was about to confide something in me, so I
listened intently.
"You know..." he continued, hand gestures seeming to punctuate his words. "All these new functions and capabilities can seem daunting at first. So many applications and terms to learn...like, I bet you don't know what a "cookie" is?"
His right hand became a "period" and landed softly on my knee at the end of the sentence.
"No..." I replied slowly, my eyes left his face and looked at the hand that rested on my knee for some reason. "I cant say that I do..." A sense of imbalance...began stirring in my gut.
He continued quickly but softly, his hand began slowly feeling my thigh...like he was playing piano in slow motion.
"Neither did I at first...but I learned. Each time an internet website is opened, a 'cookie' gets created and is stored on the main file server...creating this huge list of 'cookies" that indicates each and every website that's viewed by people on the network." He paused and turned faced me directly before continuing. "In essence, I'm able to see whatever my employee's are viewing..." his voice trailed off to slowly.
My mind was racing now...streaking well ahead of his words already. I'd dared to conclude where this was leading and something told me to stay still. My leg didn't feeling part of me anymore...it was frozen in place...held captive by his hand. I didn't voice any objection...didn't attempt to leave.
"I've learned some of my people have very...interesting tastes..." he continued, his hand now openly massaged me as it crept slowly up my thigh.
"I don't know that we should do this..." I blurted out weakly. Completely out of context, I gave voice to my last subconscious doubt...but the words had no conviction and I quickly fell silent again and remained in place. Whatever words of protest I might utter would never change the fact that my cock had reached out him...stretched down my leg...trying to close the distance to his hand.
He continued in a confidential tone...one he used when he closed a deal...
"I'll have to admit...it pleased me a good deal to read your emails..." His hand now covered my crotch and squeezing lightly, he felt my readiness.
It ever there was a last chance for me to escape, this was it...but we both knew escape was the last thing I wanted.
I sat still when I heard my zipper...
I squirmed when I felt his hand wrap around my package...
I leaned back and accepted his warm tongue between my lips...
I felt his tender dominance quickly. Remnants of his cologne intoxicated me...his soft full lips were pressed against mine while our tongues played joyfully...his thumb and forefingers stroking the tip of my sensitive cock...just gently working the head...as if to hold me at attention...to hold me in place.
I'd been easy work for him and the deal was done when he transferred his mouth to my cock.
"Ahhh..." was the only sound in the room as he sucked me down in a gulp. I stretched out and spread for him, loving how he whipped my tool with his tongue...soothing the "stings" with his lips. His hand cupped my balls...felt their softness...a woman's breast isn't as soft as a man's smooth shaved balls...and his hand enveloped them completely.
For just the second time in my life, I felt the total delight of my cock being buried in another man's mouth. This was "right" for me...this was good. I found an exciting peace with something inside me and would
soon realize complete peace with something else inside me.
Edward's pulled off me and stood. Silence bridged the gap to our next destination...but we were working from the same map...both knowing where the road led. His belt opened, his pants fell to the floor and revealed a big bulge in his jockey's shorts. I was on the floor already...squatting in front of him...just inches away from my fantasy. With hands that trembled slightly, I reached for the waistband of his shorts and slowly began lowering them. First his dickhead came into view...its large mushroom head made my mouth water more...then slowly, the thick shaft was revealed...angled slightly to the left...it throbbed nicely. With flat palms, I slide the back of his shorts over his round ass...inserting a finger in his crack as I went...and the shorts dropped them to the floor.
The picture was complete! This beautiful stiff cock stood exposed before me...the realization of so many fantasy cocks that I'd lusted for while on the computer. Edward's was definitely a "bull"...his tool definitely commanded attention...and I gave it to him quickly...filling my fist with his thick shaft...my
mouth with his delicious cock.
Silence again fell over the room...but no words were necessary to express my feelings. Those were conveyed with a hungry, probing tongue and sucking lips. His were told by the increasing stiffness of his joystick. Nothing in particular was on my mind except to enjoy this treat slowly...to love this cock with all my might...to suck my Boss off until his cum would fill my mouth.
My tongue slide up and down the warm shaft...suckled the big, pink tip...flicked love at his hairy sac.
"Ahhhhhh...I could tell you'd be good at this..." he whispered. "That's right...work it good...its yours finally...mmmmmmmmm.
He shook slightly...his hardon twitched...and placing a hand behind my head went on...
"Your emails...mmmmmm...they'd always get me so hard...ooooooo that's right...ahhhh...don't stop...mmmmm..."
He began gyrating his ass slowly...gradually building up a rhythm...slowly beginning to face fuck me...
"Ahhhhhhhhh yes!" he gasped, his hand clenching my hair.
"Yes...yes...yes!" With each word came increased stiffness...with each word came increased tension...with his last word came a grunt...and a convulsive load of cum!
Holding his waist, I held firmly in place...allowing him to fill me completely...to pump his seed in me...
To quench my thirst for cum...which I drank eagerly...reveling in the thick, gooey mess that filled my mouth and throat. I grabbed and squeezed his lemon...sucking hard and extracting all it had for me.
Eventually, his legs couldn't hold him and he collapsed on the couch...his cock still twitching but out of ammo. Never the less, I slid over to him quickly and swallowed it again...holding it upright while sucking it's wet, shrinking length furiously.
"Ahhhhhhh...are we going to have fun at the conference..." He whispered appreciatively while petting my bobbing head.
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Streetlights flickered along the street as the last few ribbons of sunlight faded into the darkness. Desperately they sputtered to life, driving away the shadows for a brief moment before going dead once more. The city hadn't bothered repairing them in years too numerous to count but that simply made it easier for him to go about his business.
Perched atop the roof of a penthouse overlooking the faltering downtown, he took a final stock of his equipment. Securing a single item from a near fortress wasn't going to be easy but then, easy never meant fun. He strapped the NV goggles to his head, pausing for a moment to slide them down over his eyes before tapping the power button on the side. If the intel was right he'd have about twenty minutes to get in and out while the alarms autocycled their diagnostics. The skylight below him would provide all the access he'd need.
He placed his taloned hand against the glass as he traced then in a perfect circle. It was better than trying to wrestle with a glass cutter, even if a little primitive. A light tap of his finger and a quick flick of the wrist and the hole was complete without a trace of broken glass to be seen. He slid his hand inside, tapping in the security codes on the roof access keypad. The almost invisible red light flashed green once before dieing off completely. He slid his hand in further, unlatching the pane before pulling it back.
Below him, the goggles showed no signs of life. A quick scan through the frequency filters also revealed no sonics, light or motion sensors currently active. He clamped the end of a rapelling cable to the frame of the skylight, securing the other end to the harness strapped around him. A twenty foot jump wouldn't be that dangerous to him but the resounding thud from three hundred some odd pounds of lizard on the floor below would probably draw more attention than would be wise.
He angled himself easily through the open window, shifting a little to slip his broad shoulders between the edges of the frame. Reflexively, he grabbed the middle support for the skylight with his foot, clinging tightly as he adjusted the line for a controlled decent.
Light suddenly flooded the room, pouring over him as he froze in place.
"You know, if you had been just a little louder, I'm sure the rest of the city could have heard you."
The goggles, now useless, were pulled up over his eyes as he stared down into the room, trying to focus on the origin of the voice. Standing there, clad in little more than a pair of silk boxers and an undershirt was a rather bemused looking dragon.
The lizard remained still for a moment. Regardless of having been caught at the moment, the alarms were all still deactivated and the full body suit and mask he was wearing provided ample anonymity. He smiled a little before releasing the grip of his foot. He kept his body slack until just before the floor, pulling into a tight somersault and landing on his feet, hand splayed out in front of him for support.
The dragon lifted an eyeridge, "Cocky. I have to say you're one of the more arrogant thieves I've seen around here. Most of them scuttle away like cockroaches as soon as they see the light."
The lizard stood, crossing his arms over his chest as he subtly took in a deep breath. It was an old intimidation tactic, try to look bigger than you opponent, but even old tricks had their place.
The dragon smirked. "Not a talker either I see. Alright. I can see you're willing to get in a tussle," He lifted a clawed hand to the display near him grasping the hilt of one of the epees that rested there. "Friendly match. We'll see how willing either of us are to break this impasse." The dragon tossed the sword to the lizard before drawing his own blade.
"En garde."
The blades clashed instantly as the lizard pressed the attack. Swordfighting wasn't something he'd bothered to work on in between his B&E skills and bluffing but it was better to try and look for a weak spot than have to stakeout another choice location. The dragon easily deflected the lunge, stepping back one pace and drawing the lizard on.
The next attack was a wide arc, simply attempting to break the rules of engagement for such a regimented style of fighting. The dragon's reaction was belated, allowing the lizard to drive in again with a quick flick of the wrist. The cotton t-shirt was the loser in the conflict and hung off the dragon in shreds.
"Interesting move..." The dragon was grinning now, taking the moment to tear off the ruined garment and tossing it to the floor. His wiry frame was now exposed to the open air; the deep azure scales on his chest already glistening from his exertion. The lizard smiled beneath his mask as well. After all, he was in it for the tawdry thrills and there's nothing quite so lewd as getting a chance to ogle an attractive body. The momentary distraction, however, was enough for the dragon to return the favor. A few quick strokes later and the chest of the skintight suit the lizard wore hung in rags from his waist. The sleeves, however, remained intact around his forearms, seemingly left there on purpose.
The lizard hissed, "Dammit. Do you know how much that thing cost me?"
"Ahh, now I get a few words out of you." The dragon stepped smoothly into a guard. "And a good... look... at you."
The lizard blushed a little under the mask, feeling the gentle breeze from the window above across his smooth bellyscales. His broad chest tensed as he lifted the sword again, his eyes focused on the dragon.
"Are you just going to pose for my titillation, or are we fighting here," the dragon taunted.
The lizard lunged forward again, driving towards the dragon's chest. The strike was long, leaving the dragon ample time to step to the side and an additional moment to slap the broadside of the sword against the lizard's taut backside.
The lizard's claws rose up to his face, tearing away the mask and goggles. It had gone way past professional and was now personal. He tossed the sword to the side and barreled forward, ramming his meaty shoulder into the dragon and knocking them both to the ground with a resounding thud.
"...urg..." Beneath the lizard, the dragon had little room to move, much less breathe. The fellow on top of his was anything but light.
The amber scaled snout of the lizard hovered above the dragon's as the two sets of eyes met.
"I came here to rob the place, not prance around with someone's fencing coach." The lizard kept his forearm pressed against the dragon's chest to keep him pinned.
"...Yves... I've got a name for a reason, after all..."
The lizard sighed, "I don't care. I'm not here to chat you up."
"Too bad for the both of us..."
The lizard glared at Yves, "What's that supposed to mean?"
"...Come now, you can't fault me for enjoying a little physical contact with a hot piece of reptile such as yourself."
The lizard was beginning to get a headache from this. "So, wait? You come out of your room half-dressed and attempt to skewer me with a sword, for what I must admit is a very good reason, and now you're hitting on me?"
Yves shrugged as best he could, "I admire your moxie. Most of the time, I just take a few moments every night to keep the rabble from robbing me blind. It was refreshing to see someone who was actually willing to work for his prize."
"And how do I know you're not just sweet talking me so you can get up and run me through with some other sharp, pointed object you've got stashed on some wall?"
Yves lifted his snout, parting his lips for a moment before pressing them firmly against the lizard's. Instinct took over for a moment, two forked tongues twining as the lizard sunk down into the kiss. Yves began to rumble softly as he shifted a little beneath the lizard. Just as suddenly as it started, the kiss was broken and the would-be thief was blushing a dark brown.
"Wha-..."
Yves grinned. "Not a bad kisser either. You sure you didn't miss your true calling?"
The lizard got back onto his feet, now a dark brown as the stared down at the lithe reptile on the floor. Already the lower half of the bodysuit he wore was making it painfully apparent that he was enjoying this strange game of cat and mouse.
Yves stood slowly and cupped his paw around the lizard's growing bulge. His tongue flicked out over the amber scales of the lizard's cheek as he whispered sibilantly.
"What's wrong with a little play? The alarms are off, the place is empty..." Yves' talons prickled along the tight spandex, teasing the lizard's scales and sensitive groin. "I could tell you how boring it is, being up here, but I'm sure you wouldn't believe me."
The rush of desire and the thrill of the sudden shift in attitudes was beginning to overwhelm the lizard's better judgment. His hands slid over the smooth curve of the dragon's hips, sliding the silk boxers into a puddle at Yves' feet. He turned his snout, meeting with the dragon's as the two of them pulled closer, pressing into an impassioned kiss.
Yves took this moment to trail his claws along the lizard's thighs, further shredding the spandex and letting it fall away. Groin to groin and chest to chest, the two embraced lewdly, naked in the soft glow of the surrounding lights. The lizard ground his hips against the dragon's smoothly scaled groin, letting the tip of his shaft drag up and along the cleft of Yves' reptillian slit. The responce was immediate as the dragon clung needfully to the muscled lizard, his hips urging the tip of the thick cock before him into his inviting slit.
The lizard moaned softly at the warmth that surrounded his shaft, breaking the kiss as he looked down to see his length slip into Yves. The dragon clawed lightly at the lizard's back, urging him to push deeper inside.
"...rrrrg..." Yves nipped at the lizard's neck. "You sure know how to show a guy a good time..."
The lizard growled and pressed forward until his hips were flush with Yves' feeling the pulsing warmth of both their cocks sheathed in the svelte dragon. Yves squeezed the lizard's rumpcheeks as he cried out, shuddering as slit fluids and trickles of pre began to slicken his inner thighs.
The lizard grunted softly as he began to thrust slow and steady into Yves' slit. "...rrrr... Do you do this with all the people who try to rob you?"
Yves smiled, his eyes flickering shut as he ground back against the lizard's hips. "Only the devilishly attractive ones that I don't know," His paws teased lightly under the base of the lizard's tail. "The ones I do know, I get even dirtier with." He gasped between moans.
The lizard licked his lips as he thrust hard against Yves' letting loose with a short stream of pre. "In that case... ggrrrrr... I'm Ethen..." The lizard clutched the dragon to him tightly as he felt his balls begin to pull upwards. "Pleased... to... meet... you..."
Yves squeezed Ethen's rumpcheeks harder, grinding down as he felt the big lizard begin to tense up. With a short bellow, Ethen's cock pulsed inside the dragon's slit, flooding his own aching cock with jet after jet of hot seed. He moaned out as he felt the fluids gush down along his thighs, his paws squeezing the rock hard muscle beneath those beautiful amber scales.
Slowly, Ethen's shaft ceased to a trickle, his tongue lolling from his mouth as he desperately tried to catch his breath. Yves pulled slowly away, letting the thick cock slide from his slit as his own shaft began to push out. Already glistening with his fluids and the sticky cum that Ethen had provided, Yves felt it was best to take his turn.
Nipping at the lizard's neck, he slowly slid around behind Ethen. His arms wrapped around the lizard's taut stomach as his hips nudged the scaled tail aside. The lizard barely had time to recover before feeling the dragon's own thick endowment slip suddenly into his tight passage.
Ethen fell forward from the sensation, his hand splaying out to catch him. Yves, on the other hand, simply slid his hands to the lizard's hips and gripped them tightly. Already lubricated, the invasion was far from an unpleasant one. Ethen could already feel his shaft beginning to respond again. Yves remained focused, though. His own need driving him against the muscled lizard beneath him, pounding hard against Ethen's prostate.
"...urrrrg!" Ethen panted as Yves hilted hard and deep within him. The dragon was certainly bigger than anything he'd ever taken before. "Is this the... dirty part...?" He panted.
Yves leaned forward to nip at Ethen's neck. "Oh... This is just the beginning..."
It took only a few more thrusts, slamming against Ethen's velvety insides, before Yves felt the pressure within his own shaft building up. He pushed down hard on Ethen's back forcing the lizard's snout into the carpet before letting loose with a guttural growl of his own.
For Ethen, it felt as though a fire hose had been emptied into him. Powerful streams of dragonseed slammed against his insides, pouring over his prostate. His own cock erupted again, half-heartedly, spurting what little it had left across the floor. The sensation, however, rippled through him like a wildfire. His whole body tensed and released in one smooth motion as he milked Yves for every drop he could.
Soon, the pair were spent, collapsing in a musky pile on the floor. Yves nipped softly at the back of the lizard's neck as Ethen's hand trailed down along the dragon's smooth thigh.
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A draft of a part of the series. When all drafts are here and comments read, I will redo the whole lot and post it up again.
It's your choice to read or not to read. There will be mistakes here. It's a draft after all and I appreciate your comments, good or bad.
Tribute to Paul Kidd's 'Fangs of K'aath' series and Games Workshop Warhammer 40,000.
Prologue
The sky, bloody red. Tranquil clouds fly above, dancing with the wind as the evening turns to night. Sky darkens with every passing moment as cooling winds, one of the few miracles seen in a desert, whirl with laughter and enjoyment. All is peace as life proceeds on its' present course.
The ground, smooth and rich in golden yellow. Dust swirl with the wind that blow across. Rich golden yellow, smooth to the touch if one stops and takes a handful of it in his hands. Sand so fine that as the desert lizards, the only life in this beautiful and deadly land slowly awakens from their warm peaceful slumber to their own version of dawn, crawl out gently.
The desert, a beautiful creature that is choosy in whom to exalt with gifts and liberal in punishments, not batting an eyelash to those that offend her. Anything not to her liking will be burned with her hateful scorn, scorched like the golden sand beneath their feet.
Though the desert lady is harsh, she is kind to those that face her challenges and lives through it. Those are lovingly cherished by her as dictated by her Creator, the very same God that created the very living creatures under her watchful gaze. In the desert, no one is a friend.
Small settlements and cities, dotted the desert strategically. Here is the desert lady's home and self. It is she, with the power invested in her, dictates at where one should live, and when and where one should do bloodshed. Many die not passing her tests and armies that march across her flesh, harming her beautiful smooth golden skin, were striped to the bone and their armour highly polished and gleams in the sun like perverted jewels and precious metals on a female at an evening gala. Though she maybe harsh, she honoured the dead as life honoured her.
There are other lands besides her on this world. Other deserts, lush green plains, high mountains with ice tips, but she is largest and most beautiful of all. As said in the book of life, God is just in His ways. Today, it is not the ones who He created from the dusts that offend Him. The vanity of the desert has determined on where another bloodletting is to be done. The location is precise and desert lady knows it. She sees her punishment as her sacred duty. Some say it is cruel to harm a beauty such as she and some short sighted ones say she deserves the pain coming to her, but as clever ones see, only she have the power and glory to be the Grand Hostess of a great battle ever seen. Her power so vast, she can even determine who wins and who dies. It is here, at her domain, the black hearted ones chose to emerge, foolishly thinking God's eyes are at places where mortal creatures dwell. Foolish demons, either they are brave or insane, or both.
She knows arrogantly and in pride that other lands and deserts are too small and unsuited for the fight to come. It is here, on the world of Aku- Mashad, a world in one of the many universes created by God's will, judgment is to be rendered. It is here, on the lands of walking talking beast, evils of the pasts are brought forward by its' foolish inhabitants. Animals that defy God by eating from the tree of life as Adam and Eve did. Here they reside as Earth is given to the humans. Here on Aku- Mashad, with damned knowledge, they make the same mistakes as their human masters.
Like them, the beasts seek wealth, power and...
Eternal Life as the Gods.
And it is their mistake in calling upon the Dark Spirits that call themselves, the Dark Gods.
So powerful, these ancient entities that warriors of Aku- Mashad, will have no chance against them and darkness will consume the light of innocence.
It is not humans from the dusts in which He created that offend Him, rather, it is the beasts that cast His left hand over them. And they shall be punished justly for calling on the dark ones that will destroy them all, for what they have done is akin to committing suicide. God will see, but He will not sully His hands, as He has made laws in which He too will follow. But, if something goes dreadfully wrong, it will be the worst case scenario. That is when, His hand will enter. He cherishes life, but when one stupidly uses a dangerous path that will condemn all, He will save all, and the desert lady is chosen, from countless of worlds, only she will be suited to host the dreadful battle that will determine fates of uncountable lives. Even those that does not exist in this universe.
This very desert still holds the scars of two major magical battles. The first is the reincarnation of the Mistress of Dreams and Nightmares, whose being is created from the fears of other Spirits that call themselves Gods, as the Creator banish them one by one to hell. She grew in strength as the one called the 'Interloper God' smash through the gates, tossing screaming Spirits to hell, their fear fueling her.
When it is her turn, she cunningly entered the world of dreams, denying the Creator conquest. This world now belongs to the beasts of Eden that defy God's will. Seeing new prey, she manipulates the dreams of the beasts. The beast themselves are no different than humans. They sleep and she conquers them. Whole millennias pass, and she strikes to take back the world of Aku- Mashad, only to be defeated by love, God's secret weapon left behind to be wielded against her. In a form of a charming prince of the Muslim Dinaqid Dynasty and a beggar Christian girl, daughter of a once village hettman. Love blooms, and her power falters, her head disciple in the last minute cast her away in view of what a man her son has become in motherly adoration. Her son the Prince, now Shah of Osra, the ruler of the desert kingdom rules under the watchful eye of the desert, for he has passed her test. To rid the world of the Mistress of Nightmares that before plague it.
The desert flourish and rest as water crests the sands, aquamarine blue alongside the golden yellow as jades of green flourish by it. The desert given new dressings and jewels to show, and it is happy. Thus she exalts the Muslim king and his two wives, the Christian dagger of Osra and the Flower of Defiance. All three, a jackal, a mouse and a bat rule in peace.
Until the second war with an ancient dark hearted human.
The second war saw both Muslim and Christian nobility fighting the corpse Warlord, Tsu-Khan. Lord of death and ice. An old human wizard from Earth, came to Aku-Mashad with three others, enslaved the entire planet long ago. They bring with them age old technology which is now lost and forgotten. This is a threat that combines both science and devilish powers, though not as powerful as the Mistress of Nightmares. From a time line long ago, this human and his three friends come to this world, bringing ruin and death from a portal of their making. They worship the dark spirits and combine age old tech with powers that even man says never to exist. They became Gods. They became power.
To the inhabitants of Aku- Mashad, they are evil incarnate.
Once conquered, the devils become supreme rulers. After centuries past, they hoard all technology and wealth to their desired portion on this world. Fate is fickle and cannot be predicted. In the end, what goes up, must come down. Either softly, or hard. In this case, extremely hard.
The four reign for generations until they are destroyed by their own personal slaves. Their slaves are tired and weary of what has happen to their people and plotted the impossible. They are patient and observant. When they found their masters' weakness, they struck quickly and ruthlessly. All fall at once. Except for one. Legend only says one survived and escaped to his mountain fortress.
Once the dust have settled, the remnants of the inhabitants of this planet, this wrecked and wretched world, grabbed what treasures were left and walked away to start a new life. They even learned the old human religions, such as Islam, Christianity, Hinduism, to name a few.
History does not say much from then on. The magics and technological marvels soon rot away and lay forgotten. History became legend; legend becomes myth than became old wives' tales. Then, they lay forgotten. Even as the screaming throes of the Mistresses of Nightmare thrums within the air as she was hurtled to hell, the ice devil lay slumbering. Until a white snow fox of the Steppes awaken him. With the name Tsu-Khan, the name of flesh which he resides, he took over the Steppe lands one at a time until he amassed an army of a quarter million veteran horsemen, born of the saddle. With it, he took over the yellow empire in the East. The ruling pandas and other species residing in it were slaughtered. He built a monument of skulls and ruination that has been long forgotten. Eons of slumber have strengthened him and the world of Aku- Mashid was his for the taking. With the East taken and subdued, he turns his sights to the warring Christians in the West. The desert is in his way and the only road through is both attacking and crushing the Dinaqid Dynasty or go to the north and in the winter cross the frozen ice waters.
Shah Raschid is not deaf to the rumours and his black dagger of a wife, Sandhri, First Queen of Osra, Scion of the wild Muslim tribes Beni- Mus and Darb H'aasi, Beloved Christian daughter of the Frankish priests in the Holy Lands of Sath, sought out the devil working to destroy and conquer what's left of life. The war was brutal, but was won during the cold winter. Her husband was wounded, but he'll live under the watchful eyes of his mouse and bat.
Now, darkness comes again for the third time. It seems this world is fated for destruction. The darkness is unrelenting.
Creatures of the black hearted, more powerful than the other two combine, claw at the unopened doors of the mortal realm. A crack appears, and God sent His finest creation.
They will come from the heavens, flames racing to catch up with them. A chorus of praise to the Emperor of Emperors, sung from their unmoving mouths. Heralding them is the sound of oncoming death, lances of bright light, so strong, it melts the ground.
They are His finest. They are His will. They are His image incarnate.
Demon, evil and the black hearted will know fear in their presence. Their battle cries will forever be written and remembered by enemies and friends alike.
"Come Show Us What Passes As Fury Amongst Your Misbegotten Kind.
Remember The First Angels, Primarchs Created By His Hands, They Watch Over Us Still.
Come Brothers, The Enemy Wishes To Fight. Let Us Indulge Them.
FOR HE IS WITH US."
And thus, such words being said shall be done. The desert lady, hostess of The Grand Battle. The desert, her flesh will be once more scared by ethereal powers and technology. As night approaches, she gazes to the sky, gleefully, silently welcoming a falling star, one of many to come, from a far future and another universe.
It streaks across the clouds, smashing the delicate dance of vapour. Before it even hits the ground, it is red hot and it's facing end steaming with bluish flames.
In an instant, like a boulder hitting silent river waters, the construct blasted to ground on its descent. Sand flying and rippling like water. The sound of it can be heard far and wide. The camels and horses in nearby desert villages nickered and shied restlessly. Sentries on fortified walls jerked to attention. Scholars, scanning the night sky on minarets recording the falling star, trembled as the tremors softly shook the building they are on. Magicians and seers, screaming in their sleep and awaken from dreaded vision nightmares, shivered in cold fear and some even impale sharpened blades on themselves.
Struck with such force, the desert lady cowers and humbly spread herself out like a maiden on her first night with her husband, to the creature's eyes within as heated bolts and pins were blasted away from heated doors and they come crashing down.
They come. They are here. The first of many has arrived, others approaching patiently.
THEY COME.
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My deepest apologies for the incredibly long delay on this post, I lost track of the story and had to swivel it back into perspective. For those of you still inclined to read, please do enjoy. I think this is a good one...
Chapter 6: New Problems, Old Friends.
The first several days on his new job (For which Nicholson would be payed in New Dollars, as was agreed after a serious talk with Cole) were slow, but not altogether dull. While he didn't have to kill anybody, he did take it upon himself to scare off a few teams of would-be raiders and scavengers seeking an easy plunder from what they expected would be an unprotected settlement.
After day three, the young German shepherd pup began to follow Nicholson on his rounds, saying that that his mother wanted him out enjoying the air while it was fresh. Nicholson enjoyed the company for the most part, listing to the child's stories about odd things that happened around the town, his first and last trip to the watering hole (which ended in being chased by a pack of thirsty mutant horned toads), and what he wants to do with his future. Though most of what Mike (which was the pup's name) said was mindless babble, it kept the gunslinger's routs around the, settlement and highway from being dull.
Around the fourth day, Nicholson and Mike had hunkered down on an old charred out log to eat their lunch, which consisted of seeds gathered from the local desert brush and a campfire-grilled hunk of meat from a clean-thread (Or unmutated, for all you'uns who don't kennit) bull. As they sat, Mike continued his content babble, plucked from some corner of his mind. He had just reached the end of a story about when he was caught trying to ride one of the mutie cows out of the pen outside of town, when Nicholson spotted an odd lopsided bird flutter down to the ground a few meters off.
"Mike." Jesse said, trying to catch the pup's attention. Mike's ears popped up from where they lay on his head and he looked up from his food quickly. Nicholson didn't talk much, so when he did, Mike took care to listen.
"You ever been priv' to shoot a gun b'for?" Nicholson continued, glancing over at the boy. Mike considered this for a moment, and then shook his head, looking back down at his meal.
"Nev'r since my mah let me take on a spell at the old '22 thah she plucked in Albuquerque, mus a been almost a whole harvest ago." Mike said, before tearing a chomp out of his food with the side of his maw. Nicholson nodded, drawing one of his Big Irons from the holster where he had draped it over the log.
"What you reckon yer mah would say if'n she was trig to me lettin you give it another go?" Jesse asked, opening the cylinder of the heavy weapon and letting all but one round slip into his padded palm. Mike looked up again, still chewing slowly, and looked around, as if his mother might leap from behind the bushes and scold him for even considering the idea.
"I s'pose if she weren't wise to it, I'd get no trouble." Excitement was creeping into his voice now.
"Good," Nicholson said, gripping the revolver from the barrel and offering the sandalwood grip to the pup. "Give this'n a feel." Mike reached out quickly, the and when the handle fit into his palm, it made the hand looked dwarfed and awkward. When Nicholson let go, the gun dropped a foot and Mike yipped in surprise, not expecting the weight of the weapon.
"Easy with ah now, she's my baby." Nicholson said calmly, holding a cautionary hand beneath the boy's so not to allow the gun to fall. "Now," the gunslinger began, swinging his arm around the point at the bird that had taken rest in the ground a little distance off. "If ye can shoot that there mute', I'll see if I can get ye' mom to allow yer some practice with a smaller caliber, under my observation, yar?" Mike nodded excitedly, and when Nicholson stood and stepped behind the boy he hefted the revolver up to eye-level. Jesse crouched behind him, reaching under his shoulder to show him to hold the gun straight out away from his body. He took the boys left and placed it on the bottom of the revolver's butt, telling him that that hand would keep it steady, while the other aims. Mike nodded, taking quiet note of all the advice. When the shot was lined up and Mike stared down the barrel with one eye closed tight and the other squinted to barely a slit, Nicholson stood and said
"Alrigh', take the shot, son. Squeeze the trigger slow; try not to antic'pate the shot. Let it sneak up on yeh." Mike tightened a finger over the trigger, taking shallow breaths and tensing against the shot which should be sneaking up on him at that moment. Suddenly, the gun kicked up in his hands, knocking the pup off balance. Nicholson caught him before he fell, and the boy was righting himself and staring downrange as the report was still echoing across the desert. Where the bird had been lit, there was little more than a red mark like somebody had smashed a jar of jelly on the floor. Nicholson clapped him on the back, sitting down and remarking, as if to himself,
"I'll speak with yer mah on the morrow."
The gunslinger was true to his word. The next day, after rising, he made his way groggily and slowly toward the land where Mike's mother was already up and working, tilling out land to attempt to get another harvest of the ever popular mutant (but nutrient-rich) shrubs growing. As Nicholson approached, the Shepherd mutie stood upright and squinted over at him, propping her hoe against the side of her shack and waiting, one hand draped lazily over the top of the tool. Mike, after having noticed Nicholson's approach from within the shack, came running out, standing nervously at his mother's side.
"Ma'am," Nicholson began, taking his hat gingerly from atop his head. "It has come unto mah' attention that yer son o'r yon has had no experience in that with a gun of any sort. After see'in the way the world works ar' these parts, I feel he ought to have some know-how, and I would be mighty pleased to teach, with your approval, o'course."
The woman stood for a moment, staring into the drifter's eyes, both ears cocked flat against her head. Her gaze slowly swiveled down to Mike, who still stood, hands clasped tight, by his mother's side. He looked right back up, eyes wide with pleading and anticipation, giving the pup a cartooned face that brought the shimmer of a smile to the gunslinger's lips. His mother cleared her though and looked back up at Nicholson, opening her mouth as if to speak, then closing it again. Mike had begun to shift his weight from one foot to the other, making small high sounds in the back of his throat.
Finally, the silence was broken when the woman heaved a large sigh and patted the top of Mike's head.
"Alrigh', I suppose it may do the boy some good to be trig on defending hisself. Just don let him get carried away, hear?" Nicholson nodded and placed his hat back atop his head, taking care that his ear fit into the hole cut on top. He thanked her and gave her the details, saying that he would provide the gun to train and that he would keep him under scrutiny whenever they boy had it. And then they were off, back on patrol. Of course, Mike began excitedly babbling immediately, asking a plethora of new question, relevant or otherwise.
After three weeks, give or take a day, Mike had proved himself to be a dead-eye with the weathered and battered old pre-war Glock that Nicholson had purchased for him from a merchant on I-25. The boy could pluck off the dust-caked bottles that Nicholson set up with uncanny ease. He picked up the skill like it had been sleeping in him someplace, just waiting for the gunshots to wake it up. Before long, Nicholson allowed the boy to keep the gun with him, tucked away in a makeshift clutch of belted and sewn leather.
The gunslinger had his own personal shadow by then, wherever he went, Mike went. The boy loved the feel of strutting the town, keeping vigilant, and the cold weight of the old pistol at his hip. He felt powerful now. Important. He felt as if the entire world could come crashing down, and he wouldn't move an inch, save for to say something quippy and bold to the crumbling planet. His mind wandered freely and frequently as he walked, and some of the thought found their way into words. He spoke where his mind could follow, even if he knew the gunslinger wasn't always listening. He enjoyed to talk, to have company that would acknowledge his speech.
Most of the time, his thought tracked through whatever was current and fresh, but more frequently he found himself thinking back, back to when the drifter had let him fire the Big Iron. It had been nothing short of exhilarating to him. He could still hear the booming shot, echoing its song through his mind. He could still feel the kick of the weapon as it let looses the heavy caliber bullets. He could swear that he even still felt the sharp spray of the gunpowder against his hands and face, even though it was weeks back. The Glock pistol was good, yes; but Mike wanted something more... aggressive. He kept this to himself though. He was born into poverty and sickness, mutant aside, so he knew when to take a good thing and not ask for more. The gunslinger had granted him a new kind of freedom, and he was happy with it. Sure, he knew he may never have a reason to draw the pistol from its clutch save for practice, but it's the thought that counts.
Nicholson had made his way back to Charles' bar on one dry and sunny day that week, and as always Mike was on his heel, toting his new shooter for all to see. The gunslinger stepped in though the frame of the door that he had shattered on his first day in town. Mike followed gingerly behind while Nicholson scanned the bar for Charles, pulling off his hat and stuffing the flimsy material into the lower pocket of his duster. Before he could find the barkeep, the barkeep found him, however, and waved him over.
"Jesse my man, how ya been on? Get yer a drink?" the bartender nearly shouted, cheery as usual. Nicholson waved him a lazy two-fingered salute and shook his head, sliding himself onto one of the barstools while Mike stood patiently to the side.
"Sorry friend, not here to drink this'n." Nicholson said wearily, craning his neck to either side and waiting till it popped. "I'm on over here to ask ye somethin." Charles strode over, leaning on the bar with his elbows and waving to another customer that he would have to wait a moment.
"What ails ye then?" Charles inquired.
"One oh' the sellers down 'cross the way asked me to ask ye about a man what calls himself 'Howard Warner'. Said he gone missin a day now and ye know where he off on last?"
Charles pondered this for a few quick seconds, tapping his index finger against the bar. From below the counter, Mike's curios eyes could just barely be seen, their gaze darting back and forth between the two men.
"Yar, I know the guy." Charles announced, standing upright again. "He fetches the water for me for a few bucks a run. I sent him out a couple day' on back and he has't been round sin. I figen he jus' wen on some o're task. He's kin to it, after all."
"Where does he get the water from?" Nicholson asked quickly, realizing that this could mean that something was very amiss. Charles quickly recounted the general direction, waving his hand west, perpendicularly from I-25.
"There's a natural spring about a mile or aut that way, there be a trail go' right to it. Ye think'n there may be a problem?"Nicholson stood up quickly, pulling his hat from his pocket.
"Ye bugger, I do." He snorted, turning and taking wide steps toward the shattered door of the bar, back into the light. Mike tried to follow, but the drifter held his open hand before him, the claws that tipped his fingers reflected the sun. "Not today son, I want you t' head on back to yer ma's, hear?" Mike nodded nervously, turning on stumbling feet and shuffling quickly toward the shacks near the bar, clutching his gun so it wouldn't slip.
Nicholson strode off away from the town, his boots leaving vague divots in the sand behind him. As he walked, he pulled his revolvers from their holsters, one at a time. He flipped each cylinder open, making sure they didn't stick or stutter as they slid. He let all the shells fall into his padded palm and closed the cylinder again, then thumbed the hammer back, pointed the gun away, and pulled the trigger. The hammer clicked back into place with smooth oiled speed. He repeated this process with both weapons, as he did before any time he expected trouble. It was his own little form of meditation prepping himself for whatever may come. He let the calm cool feel of the guns flow up him like cold mercury. The feeling flowed through his veins and seeped through his skin, chilling his core and stilling his nerves.
A little less than a mile down the road he saw two flimsy wooden sheds placed side by side. A plywood and faded spray-paint sign declared that this was, in fact, a natural spring, and property of the town. The drifter slowed and stopped, crouching where he stood and glancing behind him. The sun was high in the sky now, but behind him, which was good. If what he assumed was correct (That bandits or some other crook had set up shop here, and were now preying on thirsty travelers), then the sun would provide his cover well enough.
He could see a lone man, sitting on a crumbling hunk of lava rock. For a moment, Nicholson thought this was the missing man, Howard. Before he could make any further conclusions, however, he spotted the still figure slumped face down in the dirt beside the man. As he watched, he noted that there was no rise to his back, he wasn't breathing. Howard was dead. The solitary man sat with his back to him, and thin curls of tobacco smoke wandered their way sleepily up from him. Nicholson stayed low, slinking his way on all fours toward the place where the man sat. The edges of his duster hung in the tan dirt, and his tail hung high in the air, snaking around as if it were pulled through water. His moved like an animal, sneaking up as quietly as nature and garments would allow.
When he was no more than a foot behind the man, he stood, placing a hand over his right hip, on his revolver, and cleared his throat. The man stood bolt upright, reeling in a circle and flinging his hand-rolled smoke aside. No sooner had he turned to face Nicholson, he began to speak, his mouth twisted in a surprised smile.
"Why holy Go' and Mother, it's just an old mutie. You scared wha' was ever left of the wits from me fuckin soul." Granit said. Nicholson started back a step, his face moving from shock to agony to fury in a matter of seconds. It was Granite, sure as ever. Aged, sure, but the son of a bitch still had that same hungry, crawling look swarming behind his eyes. No sooner had Nicholson made the connection, so did Granite. The ageing and cruel eyes widened and his grin cracked wider, baring a mouth of rotted yellow teeth.
"Fucken hell, if it aint-" Granite began, but Nicholson was already moving. He crouched and lunged, driving his shoulder into the Mechanic's stomach and pulling him to the earth. His knee pushed into Granite's stomach and pushed hard, keeping him down while he drew the Iron from its holster.
"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Nicholson roared, his voice cracking with strain. His rancher's hat had flown off in the brief scuffle and now fluttered weakly against Howard's body, as if trying to hide him away. The drifter's left hand came up above his head, fingers spread wide, and he swiped his fingertips across Granite's face, etching deep red rivets through his skin with the sharp black claws that adorned his fingers. Granite mouth opened in a silent scream, unable to make a sound, as the air had been knocked from him. Nicholson took this opportunity to cram the barrel of his .357 into the slave hunter's mouth.
"Why are you here?!" Nicholson demanded, and all Granite could get out was a weak warbling wheeze, unable to speak around the gun. The gunslinger silently reprimanded himself for not thinking so far ahead, and pulled the gun from between Granite's lips, pressing it instead against his forehead, with enough force that you would have thought he meant to cave in the man's skull.
"N-nothin for!" Granite choked out, trying to suck in what little breath was available to him. Deep crimson tracks of blood ran down his face and neck from the gouges in his cheek. "I's only me an out here, speak true!" Nicholson pressed the pistol harder against the man's skull, his canid teeth clenched tight and his lips pulled back in a sharp and wrinkled snarl.
"Don't go an' lie to me, Granite. You're out on work, yeah? Talk!" Nicholson growled, quieter now. Spittle ran unchecked from his maw, pooling into the fabric of Granite's shirt. Granite hesitated, but nodded suddenly when the presser of the pistol muzzle against his scalp became harder still.
"Alrigh', alrigh! Leave be dammit!" Granite sputtered, twisting wildly under the weight of the drifter, but having no success in easing the pain that was applied. "The res' o' the group is on approach, out fer slaves ye kin. They should be upon the village now, matter o' fact."
"Is it the Mechanics?" Nicholson demanded, knowing the question was futile. The group of Labor Hunters who called themselves the Mechanics had had their falling out with each other while Nicholson was still in their unwilling service.
"Nah, a new group, rag-tag from around lookin' for money is all. Now for holy sakes le' me GO!" Granit replied, his struggles beneath Nicholson's knee beginning to weaken. The gunslinger, however, did no such thing. He leaned in closer, the black nose that tipped his mutant muzzle nearly touching Granite's human one.
"Where is he?" Nicholson asked, now quiet as a whisper but with speech full of venom. "Where is ol' Jackie?" Granite's eyes widened for a moment at the name, and then squinted tight as the gun barrel's pressure increased against his forehead.
"Las' I heard, that old clown's down in Mexico, livin' easy. Someplace south of the city that shares the name o' the region, like as not." Granite wheezed out though bared teeth, barely able to vocalize at all. Nicholson's lips curled in a brilliant smile that brought the shadow of terror across Granites face.
"Thankee very much." the gunslinger breathed, retracting a bit from Granite's face. "Now lemme return the favor, for old time's sake." He pulled the trigger, and Granite's entire body jumped into perfect stillness beneath the gunslinger's weight. The slaver's eyes rolled back and his lids shot wide oven, showing the full round curve of his eye balls. Blood had splashed in tiny dribbles up the drifter's arm, but he didn't wipe it away. As he stood, his smile widened and he pulled the hammer of the revolver back again, placing a shot through the dead man's heart. He shot him three more times for good measure, and with each shot, his rage and fury boiled though like a red rushing cloud of hornets, spreading down his arms and being translated out through the barrel of the weapon.
As he walked back toward the town he hummed to himself, and thought raced like wild fire.
"I know." He said to himself. "I know where he is a' now. I was on the trail and now ah KNOW." As he holstered the gun he spied a dark mark across his pants and fell to his knees again, laughing in short, hysteric bursts. Turns out, he'd been so worked up that he'd gone and pissed himself.
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1. The blues. Something about that hot, steady rhythm just makes me want to take my clothes off…
2. Goth girls. Streaked purple and black hair, tattoos, a sexy little tramp stamp on the lower back, navel rings, tongue studs… nipple rings… ripped fishnets and high heels, dark clothes and dark moods. Makes me want to peel it all off and find the soft spots underneath, the sweetness at the center… mmmm.
3. Feeling a hard cock pressing against me from behind, that insistent, early morning hardon, asking for more. It always makes me want to give him exactly what he wants.
4. Wearing something low-cut and just slightly see-through and watching mens' eyes light up when they dip into my cleavage. Seeing their excitement and knowing they're trying to hide it is such a turn on.
5. The sound of a motorcycle coming for me, swinging my leg over the side and wrapping my arms around him as we take off, feeling the hot rumble of it between my thighs as we ride.
6. Writing a really hot story and knowing there are hundreds of men out there getting off on it, imagining hundreds of hard cocks in pumping hands, reading my words and ready to come…
7. Long, hot showers. It doesn't matter if I'm alone or not, although it's always fun with someone else. Hot water like hands all over me, not to mention the fun I can have with a shower massage.
8. Men wearing just jeans. Seeing that dark line of hair, that delicious treasure trail running down from his navel and disappearing beneath the waistband… oh my god… makes me want to follow it ever so slowly with my tongue…
9. Wearing sexy lingerie. Just for him. Telling him about it. And then slipping into the bathroom to take off my panties so I can put them into his pocket at dinner.
10. The feel of a man's hands on the small of my back, pulling me toward him, or pressing me into the bed, his fingers digging into my flesh, kneading and insistent.
11. Whisper soft kisses on my neck, right under my ear. It makes my nipples immediately hard. I could melt into a little puddle right there.
12. Fast cars, fast motorcycles, fast airplanes, fast horses, and a slightly dangerous man riding them. Yes, it's true, I'm a sucker for the cliché.
13. The feel of velvet. I love velvet dresses, velvet curtains, velvet corsets. One of these days, I want to give him a handjob wearing gloves and watch him shoot all that white, hot cum all over black velvet.
14. The smell of sweat on his skin after he comes in from chopping wood, his cheeks red, his hands cold. He loves to warm them up by sliding them under my shirt, which makes my nipples instantly hard… yum!
15. Long, hot tongue kisses—the kind that grow more and more passionate and simulate sex itself, tongues plunging, breath coming faster, bodies writhing together.
16. Watching him shave or tie a tie. Those utterly masculine acts make me crazy with lust.
17. The sweet, juicy taste of fruit… especially something that's fleshy and ripe and drips down my chin… mangoes, oranges, peaches… mmm!
18. Listening to or watching other people having sex. I'm such a huge voyeur, and I'd almost rather watch than actually do it—almost.
19. Long, slow massages with lots of slick oil. Flesh on flesh, the press of hands, and the aching promise of more.
20. Knowing he's watching me. I love putting on a show for him, rubbing my hands over my body, touching myself, showing him, inch by inch, a slow tease.
21. Someone speaking a foreign language. I'm like Jamie Lee Curtis in A Fish Called Wanda, I absolutely melt into a puddle when I hear a foreign language being spoken.
22. Baby oil. I love the smell of baby oil, the feel of it against my skin, pooling it in my hands and spreading it over his smooth expanse of flesh. I especially love a baby oil and cock combination – the slick tug in my hand.
23. Playing with anything orally and letting him watch. I love watching his eyes when I lick the tip of and then suck a whole popsicle into my mouth. Turning a lollipop around and around on my tongue makes him positively wolfish.
24. The feel of a hard cock… any time, anywhere, especially, though, when it's naughty and I shouldn't be feeling it. Like at Thanksgiving dinner, while I'm bent over basting a turkey and he's pressing against me from behind.
25. Slow dancing – the kind where I can rub myself up against him, feel his thigh between mine, his hands groping my behind, searching under my skirt.
26. The smell of chewing gum. It reminds me of when I was young and my girlfriends and I would take our gum out to practice French kissing.
27. Bellydancing. Watching it or doing it. The sensual sway of the hips, the jingle of the coins on a hip scarf, it all makes me melt with lust.
28. Being blindfolded. Deprive me of sight and then use my other senses to drive me crazy – feathers tickling my tummy, a crop slapping against my ass, ice over my nipples, the hard, wet end of a cock against my lips… yesss!
29. Sex with the light on. I love looking into his eyes, seeing them roam over my body, watching the flex of his muscles as he fucks me, harder, baby, harder…
30. My hard nipples rubbing against my shirt when I don't wear a bra. I love seeing his eyes light up when he notices them. I love watching others mens' eyes light up, too, and wondering if they're getting hard looking at my nipples poking through my shirt.
31. The smell of alcohol on his breath. He doesn't drink very often, and I know we're going to have sex that night, the boundaries blurred and relaxed…
32. Getting a long, slow foot massage. It's the eye contact that does it, the press of fingers into tender flesh, the heat of hand on foot, ankle, sliding up to calf and thigh…
33. When he bites me – from little nibbles to a hard bite against my shoulder or my thigh in the heat of the moment. I love looking at the bite marks later, touching them, and remembering.
34. Watching good porn and masturbating together. Not even having sex, just touching ourselves while we watch, talking to each other the whole time. "Look at her hot little pussy, baby. Wouldn't you love to fuck that?" and "God, look at his cock. Would you like him to fuck your ass while I fuck your pussy?" Fantasizing together is sooo hot.
35. Hearing what turns him on. I love hearing his fantasies, about two women, three women, about tying me up and fucking me until I beg him to stop – and then fucking me some more. There's nothing better than hearing a man's real desires – nothing else can make me weak at the knees like that.
36. A man who wears a watch. He knows his direction, he's on time, he's going somewhere. I love looking at the dark, curling hairs on his wrist around it. And I love when he takes it off and takes me to bed.
37. The treasure trail. That thick, dark line of hair down from his navel to his cock, like an arrow pointing the way. I love following it with my finger, and then my tongue…
38. Well groomed facial hair. Not the fuzzy Grizzly Adams type, but a well trimmed goatee fills me with lust. The feel of a soft beard over my thighs? Oh heaven!
39. The taste of my pussy on my fingers. Whether it's after sex, or after I play with myself, I love to lick the taste of me off my fingers. I also love the taste of my pussy in his mouth after he licks me – kissing him, sucking on his tongue, trying to get every last drop…
40. The smell of sex. There are nights we have sex for hours, and if I go out to get a drink of water or to pee and come back, the hot, wet smell of our sex hits me the minute I open the bedroom door. It makes me immediately want more!
41. Watching a thick cock slide between my oiled up tits, trying to catch the wet tip with my tongue, and I soooo love watching him come that way, shooting his cum between my cleavage.
42. I love it when he sucks my nipples – when he spends a crazy amount of time on my breasts, playing, kneading, licking, sucking. He can make me come that way, just sucking my nipples, if he spends long enough.
43. Gagging on a cock. I truly love to feel a cock shoving to the back of my throat until I can't take it anymore. I think a girl should be willing to gag on her man's cock once in a while.
44. Being on my hands and knees. It inevitably reminds me of sex, no matter what I'm doing – washing the floor or looking for something under the couch. I always want to arch and raise my hips up, anticipating the thick plunge of a cock…
45. His finger playing with my asshole during sex – just stroking it at first, teasing, then slipping slowly, an inch at a time, deeper, deeper, more… until I'm begging for his cock there.
46. Turning him on when he's at work. I love calling and leaving him dirty messages, whispering what I'm going to do to his hard cock when he gets home. My pussy is so wet right now… I want your cock so bad I can taste it… Don't you wish I was under your desk right now, my mouth wrapped around you, playing with my wet little cunt as I suck you?
47. Those muscles in a woman's thighs flexing while you're licking her. I love putting my hands there and feeling her muscles flutter, her hips shifting as my tongue flicks at her little clit…
48. Navel rings. I love a sweet, sexy belly ring on a taut, flat tummy. I especially love flicking it with my tongue!
49. I love being fingered – hard – especially from behind when I've got his cock in my mouth!
50. I love phone sex. Listening to a man get aroused as I touch myself, hearing his breath coming faster. I love it when he tells me what to do, and listening to him come! Mmm!
51. High heels. I love the way they make me feel, how long they make my legs look, and I especially love wearing them while he's fucking me.
52. The way breasts sway when a woman is on her hands and knees being fucked from behind.
53. A completely bald pussy, smooth and shaved bare for my eager tongue.
54. The lightest of touches over my skin with his fingertips, almost on the verge of tickling, the kind that gives me goosebumps and makes my nipples hard…
55. The wrinkled skin of his balls on my tongue. I love sucking them into my mouth, feeling the skin give, the fat pop as I mouth first one, then the other, stroking him all the while…
56. Sitting on Santa's lap. I know it makes me sound like such a naughty, naughty girl, but the fantasy of giving him a nice big hardon is such a twisted turn on!
57. Naughty religious sex. I know, it's so dirty, so sacrilegious… that's why it's so hot! I love the thought of nuns sucking cock, or priests getting off in the confessional. Mmmm!
58. Tiny, perky barely there titties with hard, sensitive nipples.
59. His tongue licking my hole and slipping down to my ass...
60. The wet sound of our bodies slapping together when I grind down onto his cock and he grabs my hips, making me fuck him harder, faster…
61. Giving him a little peek under my skirt when we're out to dinner, seeing his eyes light up when he realizes I'm not wearing any panties.
62. Being spanked – when I deserve it – and especially when I don't. I love it when he takes me over his knee and yanks up my skirt, smack – oh god – smack – uh! – smack -
63. Long train rides, the kind where the car rocks gently back and forth and you can feel the buzz of the wheels on the rails deep in your pelvis, rocking, rocking, rocking… it reminds me of fucking…
64. When he restrains my wrists in public and other people aren't even aware of what's happening. Or maybe they are? He'll press against me during a slow dance and put both of my hands behind my back, encircling my wrists with his hands and holding them tight.
65. Sliding my finger into his ass when I've got his cock buried to the hilt in my mouth and sinking it deep… just before he's going to come. Yeah, baby, come in my mouth, I want to taste your hot cum!
66. Sex in the summer with the windows open, imagining the neighbors listening. Are they getting off on it? Are they shocked? Oh yeah baby, fuck me hard! Give me that big cock! Oh yessss make me come!
67. When he leaves me dirty messages on my phone and I happen to be getting them in front of someone, listening to him tell me how he's going to bend me over and lick my pussy from behind, and finger me until I come, and then fuck me so hard I can't breathe… while my sister is watching my face turn red and my heart is racing and my pussy is aching as I listen to him…
68. Undressing for him, slowly, teasing him with glimpses of skin, saving the good parts until last, until he's so hot for me, so hard he can't keep his hands off himself and I'm dying to climb onto that hard cock.
69. The delightful feel of his whiskers tickling the inside of my thighs while he's licking my sweet little pussy until I come all over his face.
70. Slipping my wet panties into his pocket before we go to dinner, seeing the look on his face when he realizes what they are – and that means I'm not wearing them.
71. That flash of skin on a woman's belly between her jeans and shirt when she's reaching for something. Makes me want to feather it with kisses…
72. When he teases me and makes me wait… and wait… and wait to come… oh baby, please… I can't stand it… god, please… I want it… oh I want it… make me come… make me come… oh please, god make me come!
73. His hand on the small of my back during conversation, sliding down and squeezing my ass. Oooh!
74. Slow, long, hot, wet thrusting… tongue kisses.
75. Putting a video in and masturbating just before he comes home so he'll "accidentally" catch me playing with my wet little pussy.
76. Hot tub jets. I love straddling and riding them, that hot wet pulse between my legs competing with my own, driving me on,
77. Sliding off my high heel and giving his cock a nice long rub under the table at dinner with my bare foot, feeling him get harder, and harder, and harder…
78. Telling Daddy I've been naughty and need a spanking while sitting on his lap and feeling him get hard.
79. When I'm riding him and he reaches up and presses my breasts together...
80. When he rubs the tip of his cock alllllll the way up and down my slit, again and again, such a wet, delicious tease
81. When he sucks my earlobe in public and whispers that he wishes it was my little clit he was sucking on
82. Playing with my pussy in front of him while he stands over me jerking off and watching and the sweet wet sound me fingering my hot little pussy fills the room.
83. Watching him get close to coming when he's inside me, seeing him slow way down, and then watching the agonized look on his face when I squeeze his cock with my pussy.
84. Fingering myself in a public restroom, not washing my hands, and letting him lick them when I get back to the table
85. The feel of a woman's breasts rubbing against mine, the softness of our skin together as we kiss and touch each other
86. The thought of being fucked by two men at once, one of them fucking my pussy, the other shoving his cock into my mouth, oh god, yes make me take both of those cocks at once
87. Wearing a tank top, no bra, and short shorts in the middle of winter when I'm cleaning and knowing he's watching
88. When he rolls me over in the middle of the night, spreads my legs and just takes me. I love being still half asleep and feeling a hard cock sliding into my pussy, letting my body awaken to the sensation and be carried away by his fucking me...
89. When he tells me to take his cock, swallow it, gag on it, and feeds it to me again and again until he floods my mouth with his cum.
90. Playing with anything sticky – rubbing it all over my mouth and my fingers… sweet honey, melted chocolate, or his sticky, hot cum…
91. Dirty dancing – the music pounding, our bodies writhing together, hips bumping, crotches rubbing, the hot exhilaration – like having sex with our clothes on.
92. The feel of another woman's pussy rubbing against mine, our soft wetness meshing together, as we try to make our little clits kiss…
93. The thought of being surrounded by cocks - in my mouth, my pussy, my hand, my ass… being filled and fucked and taken by cocks.
94. Watching him work out, seeing him sweat, his muscles strain and bulge, god it reminds me how much I love sex!
95. When we videotape ourselves having sex and then play it back later, so we can watch our own personal porn movie.
96. Role playing the secretary and the boss. Bend over and take your punishment Ms. Kitt. Oh, Mr. Smith, please, I won't do it again – oh! The typos weren't my fault I – oh! I'm sorry I mis-filed the monthly report but – oh! Mr. Smith, is that… what are you doing? Oh god that feels so gooooood!
97. Sitting on the bus or the subway and making eye contact with an attractive man across the aisle. Openly staring and imagining having sex with him and wondering if he can tell what I'm thinking.
98. Playing kitty-girl for him. Meow… purrrrr… rub rub… batting at his hard cock like it was a kitty toy… meow… licking at it with my wet kitty tongue…
99. Men who take risks – who jump out of airplanes, who surf with sharks, who tell the truth and give themselves completely to following their purpose.
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Joining The Family
I know I've said it many times but I'm sorry for taking so long with this chapter.
Unknown Side
"All of us are gathered now" said Chris. "Now it's time for business..."
"Business?" Nicky asked. "Is that what you consider this?" Nicky looked at David. "Was he always this serious?"
"You have no idea..." David chuckled.
"Well you're one to talk, Nicky." Sean said as he got closer to her. "You were nothing but a workaholic." He wrapped his arm around Nicky's waist.
"Do you really want to say that being this close me?" Nicky asked with a smirk on her face. She slowly moved her right hand closer to his chest, her fingers twitching.
"You wouldn't..." Sean said cautiously.
"Oh, wouldn't I?" Nicky said as her fingers were about to make contact. "Cut it out!" David, Nicky, and Sean immediately looked to Chris. "This is serious! ...I don't have much time left here..." Chris' breathing was heavy. His face was filled with a mixture of anger, panic, and sadness.
David, Nicky, and Sean's eyes went wide. They all stood in silence for a long time. The sound of David's empty laughter broke the silence. "You mean... you're moving on?"
Chris calmed down. "That's right."
"How's that even possible?" Sean asked. "If you were moving on then you would have started to-"
"Vanish..." Chris said as he looked up. A bright light suddenly surrounded all of Chris' body. When the light vanished parts of Chris were gone. "I was trying to hide it..."
"But why..." David said. "Why are you passing on?"
"Because... Kathy kept her promise."
"But why only you!? We both died the same way and almost at the same time! Why are you the only one who's moving on?"
"The only thing I can think of is because she made a separate promise to you"
"What?" David was confused now.
"She only promised me that she would find a human like Ryan. To her that was my dying wish. Since she kept that promise she feels I can move on... which means I now have to." Chris said with a frown.
"You don't want to move on do you?" Nicky asked.
"Of course not... I wish I could watch over her forever like this." A faint smile appeared on Chris' face. Looks like I'm going to have to watch from the sidelines now..."
More and more of Chris' body started to slowly disappear. Only his head and upper torso remained.
"But wait..." David said. "You clearly made a promise with Kathy, but she and I never did anything like that."
Nicky and Sean looked at each other. "It's the same for us; we never promised anything with Ryan" said Sean.
"I see..." Chris said. "They didn't make a promise with you; they made a promise to you."
"You mean Ryan promised something to me and Sean after we died?" Nicky asked.
"That's right, just as Kathy promised something to David after he died..."
All that remained of Chris was his head. He looked over to David. "David, continue watch over Kathy."
"I will, Chris."
Chris smiled and closed his eyes as the rest of him slowly vanished.
Kathy's Side
Kathy's eyes opened. She was expecting to wake up with Ryan, but as her vision came back to her she realized she was back in her apartment again. "This is just like when Chris and David..." She turned around. "Chris!" she shouted with happiness as she approached him. "Where's David?"
"I wanted to talk to you alone. This may be the last chance I get to speak with you."
Kathy's happy expression turned into one of concern. "What are talking about?"
Chris sighed. "I'm moving on Kathy."
"Moving on? What are you talking about?" Kathy couldn't understand what was going on or what Chris meant.
"I am no longer bound to your soul, Kathy. Therefore, I am no longer able to stay in this world with you."
Kathy's eyes started tearing up. "But... you said that you would always watch over me! You can't leave!"
Chris smiled. "I'll still always watch over you Kathy, I just won't be able to talk to you like this anymore."
"But I want you to stay!" Kathy shouted. "Why are you moving on anyways?"
"Because you allowed me to."
"What!?" Kathy was taken aback. "I didn't want you to go away!"
Chris was silent. "...Kathy, do know how someone becomes bounded to another's soul?"
"I don't know! Sorrow, anger, fear? How?"
"A promise..." Chris whispered.
Kathy just stared at Chris. "A promise? What are you talking about?"
"Remember the promise you made to me before I died? You promised me you would find a human like Ryan... and you did."
Realization struck Kathy as she realized where this was going. "You mean... you're moving on because I kept that promise...?"
"That's right... Your promise was the only thing keeping me bound to your soul."
Kathy started crying. "But... that's not fair! Because I met Ryan I have to lose you? What about David... is he leaving too?"
"No. You made a different promise to him. Do you remember what that promise is?" Chris was curious to find out what kept David bound to Kathy.
"I don't remember..." Kathy said.
Chris looked at Kathy. He was reading her emotions. In her sorrow he felt anger. "I see... Kathy... you want revenge don't you?"
Kathy gasped and her eyes widened from realization. She looked away from Chris and clenched her paws. "That night I vowed that someday I would get revenge on Steven for what he did. Until now I never realized that I had only made that promise to David..." She turned her head towards Chris. "I'm making that promise to you now! I swear I'll get revenge on Steven!"
Chris was in shock. He quickly walked up to Kathy and wrapped his arms around her. "It would seem... I'm still bound to your soul, but... I'm afraid I can't allow you to do that."
"What are you talking about, Chris?"
"When you wake up you won't remember anything that just happened."
"But why?" Kathy looked at Chris.
"Neither me nor David wants you to put your life at risk." Chris squeezed Kathy harder. "You have Ryan now; you have to forget the past."
Kathy started to grow tired. "Will you stay?"
"I'm staying, Kathy. You've made a promise. A promise I hope you never fulfill..." With that Chris pulled Kathy even closer. Everything around them turned black as Kathy slipped into unconsciousness.
Aurora, Colorado -8:30 a.m.
Kathy slowly opened her eyes. She couldn't explain it but she felt both happiness and sorrow at the same time.
The morning sunlight was shining through the window of Ryan's room. Kathy looked around; she could see everything, everything except Ryan. (Where's Ryan?) Her ears twitched as she heard running water. (Oh, he's in the shower...) A devilish grin smirk appeared on Kathy's face. (Maybe I should join him-) Kathy's thoughts were cut off as she heard the water stop running. (Aw c'mon! I really wanted to take a shower with Ryan! It could have turned out to be like one of those romance novels!)
A minute later Ryan walked into his room with a towel wrapped around his waist. "Oh, good morning Kat-" Ryan was cut off as Kathy pounced on him, bringing him to the ground. "Kathy, what are you-" Kathy silenced Ryan with her muzzle.
(I guess this makes up for the shower... at least a little bit.) Kathy continued making out with Ryan for a while.
Ryan finally ended the kiss. "Wasn't expecting that, not that I'm complaining or anything" Ryan smiled.
Kathy smiled back as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "So, have anything planned today?"
"I do, but it's a surprise."
"Surprise, huh?"
"Yep. We can leave after you take a shower."
"Just what are you implying?" Kathy raised an eyebrow.
"Nothing! I just thought you would love to take a shower."
(Yeah, take a shower with you!) "Alright. Could you show me where the bathroom is?" (I don't have running water to guide me anymore.)
"Sure." Ryan said as they both got off the floor. He led her to the furthest room down the hallway. "Here it is. There are towels in that cupboard over there. I'll start the water." Ryan opened the shower door and turned the knobs. Steam started to rise. "That should do it. If you need anyth-" Ryan was cut off as Kathy grabbed him by the arm.
(There's something I've been wanting all morning!) Kathy started to drag Ryan into the shower with her. In the process Ryan's towel dropped to the ground.
"But I already took a shower" Ryan said.
"So?" Kathy smirked as she pulled Ryan in with her.
Water was pouring down on the two of them as they just stared at each other. (Shit! I'm finally here but I don't know what to say or do!)
"You know..." Ryan said. "You look really... sexy when you're all wet." Kathy saw Ryan blushing.
(Sexy!? He thinks I'm sexy?) It was then that Kathy got a good look at Ryan. Ryan had an athletic build, but not like a body builder. Kathy continued downwards until. (Oh my god!) Kathy blushed as she stared at Ryan's crotch. It was the first time she had ever seen a naked human male. (I didn't think of this!) Kathy turned away from Ryan in embarrassment.
(He must have noticed me staring at him. He's probably uncomfortable now. I should just-!) Kathy's thoughts were interrupted as she felt Ryan hug her from behind. He brought his head next to hers and whispered into her ear. "It's alright to be embarrassed. I was when I watched you last night."
Kathy spun around in his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. (I'm so lucky to have you.) The two just stayed in each other's embrace as the water continued to pour down on them. (This is much better than a romance novel.)
Ryan's Side Aurora, Colorado -8:00 a.m.-
bzzt bzzt
Ryan opened eyes as he heard his cell phone vibrating. He noticed that Kathy was now lying on her side next to him. He slowly got up off the floor. He picked up his cell phone and looked at the caller ID. (Oh, it's Jade.) Ryan didn't want to wake Kathy up. He quietly left his room and went downstairs. Once he was sitting on the couch he answered the phone.
"Hey, Jade. What's up?"
"Hey, I'm just calling to update you on today's events."
Ryan sighed. "It's nothing but work with you, isn't it?"
"Well I have to be; you're too carefree. You're very dedicated to the HFA, but you're not as organized as you could be. That's why I'm serious most of the time."
Ryan chuckled. "Well, I guess I made the right decision to make you second-in-command. Where would the HFA be without you?"
"Still nothing more than a high school club"
"True; I owe you a lot for helping me with that."
"Don't worry about it, Ryan. Let's just discuss today's events, alright?"
"Alright. Is the field still reserved?" Ryan asked.
"Of course. They know we do this every Saturday. I really don't even have to ask anymore."
Ryan chuckled. "That's true. What about supplies? Did you and the others manage to get everything?"
"Yes. We also got some... help at the store."
Ryan noticed the pause. "So who went and helped you?"
Jade sighed. "Ken..."
Ryan started laughing. "No way! Did you ask him or did he ask you?"
"He asked me."
Ryan sighed. "Was he up to his usual antics again?"
"Of course. He's lucky that the worst he got smack across the head."
Ryan chuckled. "He'll never learn..."
"I don't know why a guy like Ken even joined the HFA. It says that he joined because of the women, but he could have flirted with every girl he laid eyes on without joining the HFA."
"Well... what if I told you his real reason for joining wasn't because of the women?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well it was at the beginning of my junior year..."
One year ago- Cherokee Trail High School
(It was during the first HFA meeting of the year. The attendance had nearly doubled since I first became the leader when I was a freshman. Every Fur at the school, and many humans, were in the HFA. One of my goals was to get every Fur who went to the school to join the HFA. So naturally my first order of business was always...)
"Do we have the list of every new Fur enrolled here?" Ryan asked.
Name: Ryan Age: 17
"Yes, it's on the desk"
"Thank you." Ryan picked up the sheet of paper and down the list.
(There were 17 new Furs at the school. I remember seeing Ken's name on the list, but at that time it had no significance.)
"Alright" Ryan announced. "I'm assigning groups of four to each person on this list. We'll all meet again next week to check the progress of the recruitment."
(A week went by...)
"I'm glad to see some new faces around here" Ryan said as he entered the room. "My name is Ryan and I am the leader of the HFA. I hope each one of you will enjoy your time here. We'll be meeting every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday from now on.
(It looked like everyone on the list had joined. When I looked at the list on my desk, though, I saw all but one name crossed off: Ken Reynolds.)
"What's the status on Ken Reynolds?" Ryan asked looking at the group who was put in charge on Ken. The group consisted of three Furs and one human; each of them was a girl. Ryan noticed that each one of their faces had a look of anger, embarrassment, or discomfort when he mentioned Ken.
"Um..." the human girl spoke. "I think you may have to handle this one..."
"What's the problem?" Ryan asked confused.
"You'll find out when you meet him..."
(I wasn't angry with the girls; I just wished they had told me the problem. There was no meeting the next day, so I decided to find Ken myself. It was during lunch that I finally found him... in a very bad situation.)
"What the hell did you say!?"
Name: Christian Age: 17 Species: Human
(I recognized the voice. It was Christian. We were friends and teammates on the baseball team back in middle school, but our opposing views on Furs destroyed that friendship. I saw him standing with his girlfriend, Lauren, cornering a Fur I had never seen before. It was then I realized it must have been Ken.)
Name: Ken Species: Fur : Fox Age: 16 Eye Color: Red Fur Color: Red, Black Height: 5'7" Weight: 131 pounds
"I was just saying how hot your girlfriend looks" Ken said with a smile. He looked to Lauren. "Hey, if you ever get bored of this mindless ape I'd be happy to take his place. A pretty girl like you deserves better."
Name: Lauren Species: Human Age: 16 Eye Color: Green Hair Color: Blonde Height: 5'6" Weight: 112 pounds
Lauren 's face turned red.
Christian grabbed Ken at the neck. "No one talks to me or my girlfriend like that! Especially a stupid Fur!"
"Hey!" Lauren said with irritation. "At least he compliments me unlike a certain person I'm dating!"
"Now's not the time to get into this, Lauren!" Christian shouted.
"My offer still stands Lauren" Ken said with a wink despite the increasing painful grip on his neck.
"That's it!" Christian drew his other hand back. "I'm going to-" Christian was interrupted as someone grabbed his fist from behind him.
"Going to do what, Christian?" Ryan said having a firm hold on Christian's fist. "You weren't planning on injuring him were you?" Ryan glared at Christian.
"Ha, it figures you would come to the rescue of a worthless Fur." Christian let go of Ken.
"Still mad at me, Christian?" Ryan asked with a smirk.
(Christian was furious at me for quitting baseball in order to run the HFA.)
"Hell yeah I'm still furious. You were one of the best players and you gave it all up for these pieces of shit!?" Christian pointed to Ken.
"In my eyes you're the one who's a piece of shit."
Christian started tightening his fists. "Watch your mouth, Ryan! Don't make me throw you like a baseball across the hall!"
"Please," Ryan chuckled. "You suck at throwing! The only reason we ever won any games with you is because you never got a hold of the ball. I'm surprised you haven't been kicked off the team yet.
"That's it!" Christian charged at Ryan. Christian kept throwing punches at Ryan left and right, high and low, but none made contact.
(Alongside with him being an incompetent idiot, he was so slow!)
"Slow as ever..." Ryan said while dodging Christian's punches. "I'm surprised you ever made it to first base. It's probably why you were always chosen to bat last."
"Shut up! Like I'm going to listen to a Fur lover! You're just like your bitch of a sister!"
(My rage started to grow when he talked about Nicky that way.)
"She and her boyfriend, if you can even call that freak her boyfriend, both deserved what they got! What do you think of-"
(I silenced him with a punch to the face. I wasn't going to allow him to talk about Nicky and Sean that way.)
"You fucking asshole!" Christian charged at Ryan. His fist aimed at Ryan's face. As if it were happening in slow motion Ryan grabbed Christian's arm. He pulled it with him and turned his shoulder to Christian. Christian's body was lifted off the ground as Ryan pushed up with his shoulder while pulling Christian's arm down. Ryan released Christian's arm as he went flying a few feet.
(To this day I am thankful I had taken Karate when I was younger. I was surprised that I even remembered any moves. It later gave me the idea to start a Karate class for the HFA.)
Christian landed on his back with a loud thump. He could barely move his body as he laid there.
"Don't ever insult Nicky or Sean!" Ryan shouted at Christian.
"Wow..." Ryan turned around to see Ken and Lauren staring wide-eyed at him. "That was so cool, Ryan!" Lauren said excitingly. Hey, um... Would it be possible for me to join the HFA?"
"What the hell are you talking about, Lauren!?" Christian gasped. "I'm not letting my girl join that damn H(FA: "((http://www.furaffinity.net/user/)
"Well I guess you'll need to find a new girlfriend! I'm through with you! You don't like to spend time with me, you're always controlling me, and you don't show me any respect!" She looked to Ken. "At least he's kind enough to compliment me!"
"Whatever... bitch..." Christian passed out.
"I'm sorry for what he said to you Ryan. And I'm sorry for what he did to you um..."
"Ken" Ken cleared his throat.
"So can I join? I've always wanted to since I started school last year, but then I met him..." she glared at Christian.
"Of course you can" Ryan said. "The next meeting is tomorrow after school."
"Thanks! Oh, um... I'll go get someone to pick up Christian. I'll explain that you were doing everything out of self-defense."
"Thanks Lauren" Ryan smiled.
(I later found out that Christian had been expelled. The school had little patience for those who assault other students.)
As Lauren was leaving Ken spoke up. "Wait, Lauren. You still interested?"
Lauren blushed a bit, but looked away. "You seem like a very nice person, Ken, but... the truth is... you kind of scare me with those eyes. I'm sorry..." Lauren started walking away.
Ken's ears flattened against his head as he let out a sigh. "Oh well, guess I'm going to have find the next lucky girl!" Ken said.
(Ken seemed so disappointed at being rejected, but he perked right back up. It surprised me.)
"So you're Ken, huh?" Ryan said.
Ken seemed surprised. "Yeah, that's me."
Ryan extended his hand. "My name's Ryan."
Ken kept looking back and forth from Ryan's face and hand.
"What's wrong?" Ryan asked.
"You're not afraid?"
"Afraid of what?"
"My eyes! Everyone, including other Furs, are intimidated by me. My irises are completely red; it makes me look like a demon... You're the first person to approach me like this."
"I don't think there's anything wrong with them. In fact, I think they're cool."
"You think so...?" Ken blinked.
"Yeah... but wait, why do you keep flirting with girls if you think of yourself as a demon?"
"They may be intimidated by me, but I feel that life's too short to worry about those things! I flirt with every girl in hopes of... finding one who'll accept me. Until then, I just have to keep trying!"
(He had an amazing spirit. I decided to give a suggestion that might have helped him out.)
"Why not join the HFA? You may find that special girl."
"The HFA?" Ken asked. "That's what those four girls were trying to get me to join last week. I put the moves on each of them, but they all walked away without saying another word."
"Yeah... each one of them has a boyfriend."
"That would explain why one looked like she was going to strangle me..."
"So what do you think about joining?"
"No thank you" Ken shook his head. "I hear it's a great place to be, but I don't want to make everyone uncomfortable by being there."
"They won't mind" Ryan said.
"I'm sorry, Ryan. You're the first person to see past my eyes, but I just don't have the confidence for that many people."
ding ding ding
The bell went off signaling that class would start in five minutes. "It was nice to meet you" Ken said as he walked off.
(I didn't think it was fair for Ken to feel embarrassed about his eyes with others. Even if he wasn't going to join the HFA, I decided I would hang out with him so he'd feel accepted. I hanged out with him almost every day. I talked with him during lunch and went places with him after school.)
One month later-
(After a month of hanging out with Ken I realized how hectic being around him was. He literally meant he flirted with every girl! I had to constantly stop him from flirting with the girls who had their boyfriend with them. Taking Ken to the mall was hell...)
"Hey beautiful, want to go o-" Ken was pulled away by Ryan. "What was that for, Ryan!? I was just about to ask her out on a date!"
"Didn't you realize she had her boyfriend with her?"
"Yeah, so? I don't care, she could have been the one for me!"
"I've told you over and over again, Ken, look for single girls!"
"Oh c'mon Ryan! How many single girls do you think there are in high school?"
(He got me there, but I still didn't want him to flirt with girls who had their boyfriends around; I didn't want another Christian incident.)
"I'm just looking out for you, Ken." Ryan's words seemed to have an effect on Ken. Ryan noticed the change in Ken's mood and changed the subject. "How about we go see a movie?"
"Alright!" Ken said with his enthusiasm back.
Ryan and Ken arrived at the Century 21 theatre in the mall. They both looked at what was showing. "So what do you want to see, Ken?"
After looking through the list his ears perked up. "I want to see 'My Best Friend's Girl'"
(I seriously wasn't surprised by his decision.)
Two and half hours later the two walked out of the theatre. The two were silent. Ryan broke the silence. "So can we both agree that was a bad movie?"
"Yeah" Ken said. "I like how he got the girl at the end but... you know I'm surprised we didn't just leave during the film."
"I know what you're saying." Ryan sighed. "Want to go anywhere else?"
Ken thought for a moment. "No, I guess we could just head back now."
"Oh, alright..."
Ryan and Ken started walking to Ken's house. They were silent for ten minutes until Ken spoke up. "I saw a preview for a movie I want to see"
"Which one?" Ryan asked.
(I had a feeling which one he was talking about...)
"Ghosts of Girlfriends Past!"
(And I was right.)
Ryan sighed and laughed.
"What's so funny!?" Ken asked.
"You're so silly. You kind of remind me of how Nicky and Sean were like together."
"Nicky and Sean? I remember hearing those names before" Ken said. "Wasn't Nicky your sister?"
"Yeah. Nicky was my older sister, and Sean... was my older brother."
"Huh?" Ken said with a highly confused tone. "I thought Sean was your sister's boyfriend! And he was a Fur!"
"That's right... we might not have been related by blood but we were brothers. He was always there for me along with Nicky. My parents were, and still are, never around, and after spending so much time with him I grew to think of him as my older brother."
"Even though he was a Fur?" Ken asked.
"I didn't care at all that he was a Fur. I know he felt the same about me."
Ken was silent.
"Do you have any brothers or sisters, Ken?" Ryan asked.
"No... I'm an only child. My mother died shortly after I was born. And my dad... my dad doesn't want to have anything to do with me. He blames me for mom's death... he's the one who called me a devil. " Ken wiped the side of his eye. "You know, I've always been about the future... but that's the one thing in my past I can't forget."
(That was when I found out Ken basically had no one in his entire life. I really felt bad for him.)
"You know..." Ken said. "You're the first person who's spent this much time with me." Ken chuckled. "Even though I constantly annoy you with my flirting... you just...stay..." Ken expression turned into a sad one. "You're the only person who has ever really cared for me."
Ken stopped walking. Ryan stopped in front of him.
(That's when I saw his face... It was the first time I had ever seen Ken cry.)
"Ryan..." Ken said. "Could we... could we be brothers?" Ken said with tears rolling down his face.
(I was blown away by what he said. I had just realized how big of an impact I had on Ken. It made me realize that I was to Ken what Sean was to me. There was only thing I could do.)
Ryan walked up to Ken and wrapped his arms around him. Ryan smiled. "I would love to be your brother, Ken." Ken wrapped his arms around Ryan and cried into his chest.
(He cried for a minute into my chest.)
"Thank you" Ken said as he took his face out of Ryan's chest. The two let go of each other. "Ryan..." Ken said. "Is it too late for me to join the HFA?"
"Of course not, Ken. We're always welcoming people in."
Ken perked up again. "And you said there are many girls...?" he smirked.
"That's right" Ryan smiled.
"Ha, am I going to have to anything to join?"
"No, you'll just have to introduce yourself to everyone. Just tell everyone who you are, something interesting about yourself, and why you decided to join the HFA."
"Why I decided to join?" Ken paused. "...Would it be alright if I told everyone I did for the girls; I mean that's one reason but not the main one. I just don't want everyone to know how I emotional I got just now. You don't mind do you?"
"Of course not, Ken." Ryan smiled.
(I was so glad that Ken finally got the confidence to join.)
"So..." Ryan said. "Are you sure you don't want to go anywhere else?"
Ken smiled. "Let's go to the park. I might just find that one lucky girl."
"Are you sure? It's getting really late. There might not be anyone there besides us."
Ken smiled as he turned around. He started walking "That's fine with me."
Ryan smiled as he ran to catch up with Ken.
Present Day -8:20 a.m.-
"And that's it." Ryan said.
"Wow... I would never have guessed that about Ken."
"Well don't go telling anyone else, and don't go teasing Ken about this either."
"I understand... So will you be arriving at 9:30?"
"Yeah and I'm bringing a guest."
"A guest?"
"Yeah, her name is Kathy. She's a German Shepherd Fur."
"And she's coming with you?"
"Yeah she spent the night with me."
Jade was silent on the other side of the phone. "Ryan... what exactly do you mean by that?"
"Oh stop thinking like that, Jade!" Ryan looked at the clock. "Look, I'm going to take a shower now. If I have time later today I'll tell you the full story, okay?"
"Alright, Ryan. Just don't be late like you were last time!"
"It was only five minutes!"
"It's still late!" Jade chuckled.
"Whatever, Jade. I'm hanging up now." Ryan ended the call. Ryan walked upstairs and started the shower in the bathroom.
After about ten minutes Ryan turned off the shower. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist. He looked at the time. "8:30, huh? I guess I'll wake Kathy up in fifteen minutes.
Ryan walked into his room and saw Kathy was already awake. "Oh, good morning Kat-" Ryan was interrupted as Kathy pounced on him. Ryan was in a confused state. "Kathy, what are you-" he was silenced as Kathy brought her muzzle to his mouth.
After a while of making out Ryan ended the kiss. "Wasn't expecting that, not that I'm complaining or anything" Ryan smiled.
Kathy smiled back at Ryan as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "So, have anything planned today?"
"I do, but it's a surprise" Ryan smirked.
"Surprise, huh?"
"Yep. We can leave after you take a shower."
"Just what are you implying?" Kathy raised an eyebrow.
(Shit! That didn't come out right!) Ryan thought.
"Nothing! I just thought you would love to take a shower."
Kathy paused for a moment. "Alright. Could you show me where the bathroom is?"
"Sure" Ryan said as they both got off the floor. He led her to the furthest room down the hallway. "Here it is. There are towels in that cupboard over there. I'll start the water." Ryan opened the shower door and turned the knobs. Steam started to rise. "That should do it. If you need anyth | Joining The Family by Rtlstien | [
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-" Ryan was cut off as Kathy grabbed him by the arm.
Kathy started dragging Ryan into the shower with her. Ryan's towel dropped to the ground.
"But I already took a shower" Ryan said.
"So?" Kathy smirked as she pulled Ryan in with her.
The steaming water was pouring down on Ryan and Kathy as they both just stood there staring at each other.
Ryan watched as the water matted down Kathy's fur to her body. (Wow... I can't believe I didn't notice it last night...)
"You know..." Ryan said without thinking. "You look really... sexy when you're all wet." Ryan blushed furiously when he realized what he had just said.
Ryan could see traces of blush on Kathy's cheeks but she didn't say anything. She wasn't even looking at his face. (What is she looking at...?) Ryan then realized where she was staring. No sooner had he figured it out Kathy turned away.
(She must be going through what I did last night.)
Ryan got closer to Kathy and wrapped his arms around her body. He brought his head close to hers and whispered into her ear. "It's alright to be embarrassed. I was when I watched you last night."
Kathy spun around in his arms. She wrapped her arms around Ryan's neck and gave him a quick kiss. The two of them embraced as the water continued to pour down their bodies.
9:25 a.m.- Utah Park
"Here we are" Ryan said as he and Kathy arrived at Utah park. "This place has everything. There's an indoor swimming pool over there, four tennis courts, two basketball courts, a soccer field, and my personal favorite; a baseball field. And all of it is centered around that man-made lake." Ryan pointed.
"Wow..." Kathy gazed at the sight. "And you said that the HFA reserves the whole park every Saturday?"
"Actually we only reserve the baseball field. We don't have enough resources to reserve the whole park yet."
"Wow" Kathy said with amazement.
Ryan smiled. "C'mon. We're supposed to meet the others at baseball field." Ryan grabbed Kathy's paw as he led her to the baseball field."
As they got closer to the field they noticed someone standing outside the entrance. Ryan chuckled as they came to a stop. "Good to see you, Jade."
Name: Jade Age: 19 Species: Fur : Wolf Eye Color: Blue Fur Color: Black, White Height: 6'0" Weight: 190 pounds
"You too, Ryan; I'm surprised you actually came on time."
"Gee, thanks Jade" Ryan rolled his eyes.
Jade looked to Kathy. "Ah, you must be Kathy."
"That's right"
"Ryan, I'll bring Kathy to her seat. Be ready to come out in fifteen minutes."
"Alright, alright." Ryan started walking off. "I guess it's about time to start this" Ryan said with a smile.
Kathy's Side
"Ryan, I'll bring Kathy to her seat. Be ready to come out in fifteen minutes .
"Alright, alright. I guess it's about time to start this" Ryan said as he walked off.
"Follow me Kathy." Jade started walking to the entrance of the field. Kathy followed.
The two entered the field. Kathy couldn't believe her eyes. She estimated there were enough seats for 4,000 people, and almost all of them were filled with humans and Furs of all kinds. "Is everyone here in the HFA?"
"That's right."
"I never would have guessed there were this many people..." Kathy said in awe.
"Wouldn't have been possible without Ryan" Jade said as they finally reached their seats.
"Ryan did all of this? But you seem to be the one who's always so organized."
"True" Jade said. "I may be organized but I don't have Ryan's enthusiasm... Makes me think back to when I first met Ryan."
"How long have you known Ryan for, Jade?" Kathy asked curiously.
"We met in late January... so eight months ago."
"Really? How did you two meet?"
"Well it was when-"
"Hey Jade!" a voice came from behind. "Oh! Who's this beautiful creature?"
"Ken... do you want me to smack you in the head like I did at the store?" Jade said with irritation.
Name: Ken Age: 17
"Geez... no need to get angry Jade. I'm just doing what I always do; flirting with the hot new girl."
"Well I'm telling you not to flirt with Kathy."
"Kathy, huh? Such a beautiful name for a beautiful girl."
"Ken, I'm serious!" Jade was getting frustrated.
"I'm serious too... seriously in love."
Jade grabbed hold of Ken's shoulder and yanked him down. "What the hell, Jade!?" Ken yelled as his head was brought next to Jade's mouth. Jade whispered something into Ken's ear.
(What is Jade saying?) Kathy thought, unable to hear anything.
Ken's eyes widened when Jade was done. Jade let go of Ken. "I'm so sorry Kathy! I didn't know you and Ryan were a couple."
"I told you not to say anything, Ken!" Jade shouted.
Kathy just blushed. (How are they finding out? Are we even a couple? I love Ryan. I know he loves me back, right? What am I thinking; of course he does! Does that make us a couple then? I need to change the subject!)
"So what were you saying about how you met Ryan, Jade?" Kathy asked.
"You're telling a story about Ryan?" Ken asked. "I want to hear!"
"Why?" Jade asked with a slight smile.
"Because... I'm just curious! I'm interested in learning things about our leader."
"Hmm... are you sure it's because Ryan is our leader and not your... 'big brother'?" Jade's smile turned into a full smirk."
"Wh-what!? Ryan and I aren't brothers! We-"
"I know the story, Ken. Just sit down if you want hear my story." Ken's ears flattened slightly as he sat down.
"As I was saying before, I met Ryan for the first time when he came to my high school after school was out..."
Eight Months Ago- Grandview High School
Name: Ryan Age: 17
"Excuse me" Ryan said as he entered the room. "Is this where the FPO meet?"
(It was during a meeting of the Fur-Pride Organization that Ryan came in. Unlike the HFA, the FPO had no interest in dealing with humans. The FPO was all about bringing Furs who had been hurt or mistreated by humans. Let's just say Ryan wasn't a welcomed sight...)
"What fuck do you want, human!?" a Tiger Fur said. "Come to start trouble? Maybe we all should punish you for what humans have done to us!"
(Ryan didn't seem to be distressed at all.)
"I'm looking for Jade Wolfe" said Ryan.
"The fuck you say!? What makes you think we're going to let you see Jade? You should leave now while you still can."
"I'm not leaving until I talk to Jade."
The Tiger Fur stood up. "Guess you need to learn the hard way. You're stubborn just like all other humans!" The Fur charged at Ryan swinging a paw towards Ryan's face.
(I had to admit I was impressed with Ryan; every other human who had walked in on the FPO usually ran at the first sight of conflict. What's more I was surprised by what he did next.)
(What did he do?(
(Shut up Ken! I'm getting to it!)
The Fur's claws got closer and closer to Ryan's face. Instantly Ryan stepped out of the way and brought his elbow down on the back of the Fur's neck, sending him down.
(Every Fur in the room, including myself, stared wide-eyed at what had just happened. I remember he whispered something...)
"Boy am I glad I decided to introduce karate to the HFA" Ryan chuckled to himself.
"You fucking laughing!?" another Fur said. Every Fur was preparing to charge at Ryan.
"Enough!" a stern voice in back echoed.
"But Jade!"
Name: Jade Age: 18
"But nothing! Let me handle this" Jade walked closer to Ryan. He stopped right in front of him.
Ryan smiled. "So you're Jade, huh?" Ryan held up his right hand. "Name's Ryan."
Jade didn't return the gesture. "Why are you here?"
"You get right down to business, huh?" said Ryan. "I'm sure you know of the HFA, right?"
"I have heard of it; it's the main reason why so many Furs are transferring out of Grandview and into Cherokee Trail. The Fur population is dwindling here. The 27 of us are basically all that's left. Why? What relationship do you have with the HFA?"
"I'm the leader of the HFA" Ryan said straightut.
(Everyone held great rage for the HFA and its leader. The atmosphere turned deadly in that room.)
Jade chuckled. "Have you come here to gloat? Come to brag how Furs seem to prefer the HFA over the FPO?"
"No... I've come to propose an alliance between the two." Jade eyes went wide.
"Today's meeting is over" Jade told the others.
"Why!?" a Fur yelled. "We just started!"
"I said it's over! Everyone go home." The other Furs all reluctantly got their stuff and left one by one until only Ryan and Jade were left.
Jade sighed. "Take a seat." Ryan and Jade sat across from each other. "Why the FPO?"
"Excuse me?" Ryan asked.
"Why did you come to the FPO?"
"I already told you that-"
"I know what you said, but why did you specifically come here? I know each school has a variation of the HFA. You could have easily gone to one of them instead."
"True, but I'm more interested in you than the FPO."
(I was confused by his reasoning. I didn't know why he was interested in me.)
"Me? What do I have to do with anything?"
"Do you remember Nicky Anderson?"
(I hadn't heard that name in long time...)
"I remember. We met two years ago when I formed the FPO. She too had proposed that we form an alliance. She convinced me and told me it could happen within a few months, but..."
"She died before it could happen..." Ryan finished.
(We were both silent for a while.)
"I was saddened by her death" said Jade. "The FPO soon became populated by Furs who hated humans. It drove off those who didn't share their views. I soon found myself as a leader of a club that I despised."
"Why didn't you leave?"
"It was only because I was the leader that they didn't do anything stupid. I fear what would happen if I gave one of them control... not that it matters now; I'll be graduating in a few months so I'll have no choice."
"Well then" Ryan smiled. "I guess you should act fast and have the FPO join the HFA."
"It's not that simple, Ryan. Everyone in the FPO hates the HFA. If I announce we're merging with you then I'll lose all of them."
"I don't think you'll lose all of them Jade; I wouldn't be surprised if all them decided to stay."
"What are you talking about?"
"Every Fur at this school is a member of the FPO, and somehow each one of them has something against humans. That can't be a coincidence. I believe most, if not all, of the Furs in the FPO joined just to feel accepted. If everyone left then there wouldn't be a place that accepts them; at least in their minds there isn't."
Jade was silent.
"Look, Jade" said Ryan. "I'm not going to force you into joining." Ryan stands up. "I want you to just think about it. I'll be back tomorrow; you can tell me your decision then."
(Ryan left after that. I just sat there in that room, thinking of what to do. Eventually I decided to head home.)
Later that Evening-
"I'm home" Jade said as he entered his home.
"Whatever..." a voice came.
(I never enjoyed coming home. Not when he was there.)
(Who?(
(Trace, my twin brother.)
Name: Trace Age: 18 Species: Fur : Wolf Eye Color: Gray Fur Color: White Height: 5'11" Weight: 175 pounds
(That's because I don't like to mention him, Ken! He annoys me just like you, but for different reasons...)
"So... did you try to find a job today?" Jade asked.
"No" Trace replied.
Jade glared at Trace, who was lying on the couch. "Did you even go to school today?"
"No."
"Why the fuck not!?"
"...No point."
"No point!? Look I know it's been hard since mom and dad died, but that's no damn reason to just waste your life away!"
(Mom and died had died two months earlier around Thanksgiving time. They were on their way home from the store when they were hit head on by a drunk driver. We both took it very hard, but I was able to get back up. Trace just felt like there wasn't any meaning to life. I was the one who had to get a part-time job just so we could stay in the apartment. I would have kicked him out if he wasn't my brother. At least that was the only reason until...)
"If you're not going to go to school then you might as well find a job! I can't keep this up forever!"
"If it's money you're worried about... don't worry about it" Trace said. He reached in his pocket and pulled something up and held it in view of Jade. "Here, take it."
(In his hand was money. My eyes went wide. I took the money and counted how much there was... it was 500 dollars.)
"I thought you said you didn't have a job..." Jade said.
"...I don't..." with that Trace stood up and walked towards the door. "I'm going out. Don't wait up for me." Trace closed the door behind him.
(I didn't know what was going on. I wanted to ask him how he obtained the money, but... I couldn't bring myself to. We really needed the money... it wasn't until later on that I found out what he was doing...)
(So? What was he doing?(
(None of your damn business Ken!)
(Sorry, but what's the point of mentioning it if you're not going to share it?(
(Just shut up!)
Jade tossed the money of the table as he laid himself down on the couch.
(My thoughts were brought back to Ryan's proposal. For hours I tried to pull my thoughts together and find a solution. I kept thinking about how Ryan said that the FPO consisted of Furs who had no hatred to humans whatsoever, but just wanted to be accepted)
"Could they really not hate humans? Is it all just an act? Do they feel they need to act like that to fit in with the others?"
(As I was thinking the door opened; Trace had come back. I decided to get his opinion...)
"Trace..."
"...What?"
"Do you hate humans?"
"...No."
"Really? Even though it was a human who killed mom and dad?"
"I don't give a shit about that! I hate the guy who killed mom and dad, not his species... If I did, I wouldn't be any better than the humans... I'm going to bed." Trace walked to his room.
"Good night..." Jade said. He didn't get a response.
(Trace might not do much, but that night he helped me reach my decision...)
The Next Day- Grandview High School
(At the FPO meeting I explained that I had to discuss something with them. Soon after Ryan walked in the same way he did the day before.)
"Hope I'm not interrupting anything" Ryan said.
"No, you've actually come at a good time, there's something I need to tell you and everyone else here."
"I see" Ryan said. Ryan went and stood by Jade.
"Everyone..." Jade started. "I have decided make the FPO a part of the HFA."
(The room instantly went into an uproar)
"You sold us out!?" "There's no way I'm working with humans!" "This is all that humans fault!"
"Quiet!" Jade shouted. The room went silent. "If you don't like it so much then why don't you just leave! I'm not going to force you to stay."
Everyone just stayed where they were. "How many of you actually hate humans? I want the truth!" They all remained still. "So you're telling me that all of you have been bragging about how much you hate humans, and now every single one of you don't!?"
(I didn't know how Ryan knew, but he was right.) "I know it's hard for us Furs" Jade said. "I know it's hard for us to find a place where we can all feel accepted, but we shouldn't have to lie to ourselves or others in order to achieve it. We can be ourselves in the HFA."
"But, Jade..." a Fur said. "We've all come to accept you as our leader, what's going to happen to you?"
"Well-"
"That's why I asked the FPO first" Ryan said as he interrupted Jade. "The HFA will soon be too big and widespread for me to handle by myself. That's why I've decided to make Jade my second-in-command. When I'm not around Jade will be in control of the HFA. When I am around, however, he'll still be in charge of those from Grandview and the area surrounding it."
(Everyone seemed to relax after Ryan explained what would happen.)
"You all will continue to meet here until Jade and I establish a place where everyone will gather. For now you can all go home for the day."
All of the Furs just sat there smiling. "I thought you said Jade would always have command over us" one Fur said.
Ryan smiled. "I did... Jade, if you would..."
"Go home!" Jade yelled while smiling.
All of the Furs started leaving the room. The last one was Squirrel Fur. The Fur walked up to Ryan. "You know... ever since your little... introduction yesterday, I haven't been able to stop thinking of you. I wouldn't mind taking orders from you, handsome."
"Leave him alone, Ricky" Jade said.
Name: Ricky Age: 16 Species: Fur : Squirrel Eye Color: Hazel Fur Color: Gold, Brown Height: 5'7" Weight: 123 pounds.
Ricky giggled. "I'll be seeing you around, handsome." Ricky made his tail pass across Ryan's face.
(From that day on Ricky has been flirting with Ryan whenever he had the chance.)
(Ha, I guess Ryan attracts the ladies and the guys too.(
When it was just Ryan and Jade they both took a seat. "Sorry about Ricky."
"It's alright, I have my own fan club back at Cherokee Trail."
(Big bro sure is pretty lucky... I mean Ryan is pretty lucky!(
(It's don't care if you call him 'big bro', Ken. Just stop interrupting me!)
"So how did you know?"
"Well they made it quite obvious. They're practically wearing 'I Love Ryan' t-shirts."
Jade stared at Ryan. "I'm talking about how you knew they wouldn't leave."
"Oh that. Well you know how students have been transferring from here to Cherokee Trail, right?"
"I do..." " Well, many of them had been part of the FPO. When I asked each of them why they left they all had the same answer. They were tired of acting like they hated humans. They told me there were many in the FPO that felt the same way."
"I see... Well I'm glad you were right."
The two just sat in silence. "So... where do we go from here?" asked Jade.
"Well... now that Grandview high school has joined the HFA, the next thing to do will be to get the other major high schools in the area to join as well. Something both of us will do."
Jade nodded his head. "I think this is the beginning of something that will change Denver forever."
"Oh, I don't plan to stop with just Denver. I won't stop until the entire United States has come to accept Furs as equals. I made a promise..."
(That was when I saw how much all of this meant to Ryan.)
"I'll be with you the entire way" Jade smiled as he held out his paw. Ryan smiled back and shook his paw.
The two started to leave. "By the way..." Ryan said. "You seem really serious, Jade. I hope you can handle Ken."
"Ken?"
"He's a relatively new member of the HFA. He can be... quite a handful."
"Oh trust me, I have a brother who drives me crazy; I'm sure I can handle Ken."
"Alright... why don't you tell me about your brother..."
Ryan and Jade walked out the door as Jade starting telling Ryan about Trace.
Present Day-
"I later found out I was wrong about being able to handle you, Ken!" Jade glared at Ken.
Ken just rolled his eyes. "Big bro doesn't seem to have a problem with me." Ken stuck his tongue at Jade.
"And I'll never understand why that is!"
"So what happened after the two of you teamed up?" Kathy asked.
Jade's attention went back to Kathy. "Within a month all five major high schools in the area had joined the HFA: Cherokee Trail, Grandview, Gateway, Eaglecrest, and Overland. Each had their own club much like the HFA, but at a smaller scale. Ryan gave them each the same rights as he had given me, and established a chain of command. We've been expanding ever since then; going to every elementary school, middle school, high school, college, and university. That's why there are people of all ages here."
"Does Trace ever come?" Ken asked.
"No, he just stays home all day doing nothing and practically stays out for the entire night... only to come back with money..."
(Jade mentioned something about knowing what Trace was doing...)
"Jade, you told us you found out what Trace was doing. Will you tell us?"
Jade remained silent as he looked at the ground. "...I guess I can tell you... You see, I found out that Trace is-"
Jade was suddenly cut off as the rest of the crowd started cheering. Kathy, Jade, and Ken looked down at the field and saw Ryan walking to the pitcher's mound.
Ryan held a microphone in his hand. As he stepped on the mound he brought it up to his mouth. "Who's excited to be here?"
The cheers roared again.
Ryan whistled. "That's a lot of excitement. For those of you who are new, Saturday is 'Fun Day' for the HFA. You all work hard six days a week raising funds, throwing events, and gaining new members. Today is the day you all get to focus on yourselves and have fun!"
The crowd cheered.
"So here's today's schedule: After this speech is over at around 10:00 a.m. all of the food stalls will be set up on the field. It'll take about 30 minutes before everything is ready; until then all of you are free to stay seated or come down to the field. Once done you'll get to treat yourself to many different treats made by the HFA culture club. Speaking of which let's give a round of applause to every member of the culture club for preparing all of it."
The crowd started to applaud.
"And another round of applause for the two presidents of the culture club; Lauren and Ricky."
Kathy saw two people stand up; one was a blonde human girl and the other was a golden-brown squirrel Fur.
"Love ya, Hun!" Ricky shouted. The crowd started laughing.
"Down boy!" Ryan said with a stern voice, but immediately started laughing afterwards.
"Let me continue with today's schedule" Ryan said as he caught his breath. "Food will be served from 10:30 a.m. to 2:30 p.m. Entertainment such as music and games will be available during this time as well. At 2:30 everyone must return to their seats while we clean up the field; this will take about 30 minutes. At about 3:00 p.m. we'll start what's become a tradition here every Saturday, and my favorite event, a baseball game!"
The crowd cheered.
"Remember; if you want a chance to play in the game, just submit your name. If it's called, you play! And when the game is over we'll set up the equipment to watch the movie. You were all given the chance to vote for which movie would show tonight; so instead of telling you which movie won right now, I'm just going to surprise you all later today."
(A movie, huh? I haven't seen a movie since...) Kathy closed her eyes. (Thinking back on it now, what happened to Bruce was similar to what happened to me. His parents were taken away from him, and my brothers were taken away from me. His parents were killed leaving the opera; my brothers were killed walking home from the theatre.)
Kathy's body shook. (It's disturbingly similar...)
"Although he won't be coming until later on," Ryan announced. "Let's all give a hand to Eric Johnson for providing the projector and stereo system that allows all of us to watch movies here."
The crowd clapped.
Ryan looked at his cell phone. "Well, it's 9:55 a.m. So at this time I would like every member of the culture club to please come down to the field to begin setting up."
Kathy looked around and saw around 100 people getting up.
When all of them walked onto the field Ryan continued. "And with that, let HFA Fun Day begin!"
The crowd roared.
"So what do we now?" Kathy asked Jade and Ken.
"I'm sure Ryan wants me to bring you to him. He might want you to meet some people." Jade said.
"Alright" Kathy nodded.
"Cool, I'll come with you!" Ken said excitedly.
Jade sighed. "Fine... let's go." The three walked down the stairs to the field. Jade led Kathy and Ken into the dugout where Ryan was in a conversation with three other people.
Ryan turned around. "Ah Jade, Kathy... Ken? I'm surprised Jade allowed you to follow him."
"I knew how much he wanted to see his older brother" Jade smirked. Ken smiled and rubbed the back of his head.
Ryan sighed and stared at Jade. "I told you not to tease him, Jade."
"Sorry, Ryan. I couldn't resist this one."
"Oh did you finally tell Jade about Ken, Ryan?" a voice behind Ryan said.
"Yep." Ryan looked to Kathy. "Kathy I would like you to meet my inner circle" Ryan motioned Kathy to the group of three he was talking to earlier. Ryan started with the person on the left. "This is Olivia."
Name: Olivia Age: 16 Species: Fur : Lion Eye Color: Blue Fur Color: Gold Height: 5'6" Weight: 107 pounds Special Note: Third-In-Command of HFA
"Regina."
Name: Regina Age: 19 Species: Human Eye Color: Green Hair Color: Brunette Height: 5'9" Weight: 129 pounds Special Note: Fourth-In-Command of HFA
"Derek."
Name: Derek Age: 18 Species: Fur : Bear Eye Color: Gold Fur Color: Brown Height: 6'1" Weight: 233 pounds Special Note: Fifth-In-Command of HFA
Ryan looked to Jade. "And of course you've met Jade." Jade stood to the right of Olivia. "The five of us are the leaders of the HFA."
"And we're all very excited to meet you, Kathy!" Olivia said coming closer to Kathy. "You got to tell us what happened with you and Ryan last night!"
Kathy started blushing. (What happened with us last night? How did they even know I was with Ryan!?)
Ryan glared at Jade. "You seem to be having a hard time keeping quiet today, Jade."
Jade smiled "Because you've been giving me so much to work with today."
"You know Jade, I like you better when you're all serious." Ryan sighed. "Look nothing happened last night, ok."
Olivia smiled and slowly walked over to Ryan. "Nothing, huh? Not even a little... kissing?"
Ryan and Kathy's faces went red.
"I knew it!" Olivia said with excitement.
"I'm surprised, Ryan" Regina commented. "You've been involved with the HFA for almost three years and not once have you ever had a girlfriend, human or Fur. I mean, it's not like there hasn't been girls who've practically thrown themselves at you!"
"I wish the girls were interested in me like that" Ken chuckled.
"But Ken" Derek said. "There is one-"
Regina elbowed Derek in the side. She got close to Derek's right ear. "We promised her we wouldn't let Ken know!"
"Sorry..." Derek whispered.
"What were you saying, Derek?" Ken asked.
"Oh... I was just saying there is one... disadvantage if that were to happen to you."
"Really?" Ken raised his brow. "What would that be?"
"Oh... um... well if every girl wanted to be with you then how would you know which is 'the one' like you keep saying?"
Ken looked up and was silent. "I guess I would have to date each of them one-byne; it's a sacrifice I'm willing to make" Ken smirked.
"Then they'd have a reason to slap you, one-byne" Jade commented.
"Jade, are you implying I don't have a chance with any girl?" Ken's ears flattened.
"Implying? I'm saying it straight out."
Ken looked away from Jade and the others. "I'm going to take a walk, Ryan; I'll talk to you later. Ken walked out of the dugout.
(Poor Ken...)
Olivia came close to Kathy. "Could you maybe go with him, Kathy?"
"What!?"
"Ask him to show you around. It might calm him down."
"What about Ryan?"
"Ryan, along with the rest of us, is going to be very busy for a while. Just go and have fun with Ken."
"...Alright" Kathy gave in. (Although I'd rather have Ryan give me a tour.) Kathy rushed out of the dugout so she could catch up with Ken.
A few seconds after she caught up with Ken. "You alright, Ken?"
"I'm fine, Kathy. Jade always says things to me. Usually they're just about the things I do that annoy him, but... that was the first time he's ever said anything like that."
"...Does he hate you?"
"I don't know Kathy. To tell you the truth, I don't care if he likes me or not. I joined the HFA because of Ryan; he was the first person who actually treated me like I wasn't a freak or a nuisance." Ken stopped walking. "So did you need something?"
"Actually, I was wondering if you could show me around."
"Why didn't you have Ryan show you around?"
(Trust me, I wish he was.) "Ryan and the others are busy, and since you're the only other person I've met here..." Ken's tail started wagging side-to-side. "Sure! It'll be fun! They're almost done setting up the stands; let's go!"
Ryan's Side
After Kathy left the dugout Ryan turned to Jade. "Jade, I'm glad you got Ken to leave," Ryan turned to Olivia. "And you too, Olivia, for convincing Kathy to follow Ken, but I wish you would have done it in a nicer way, Jade."
"Sorry, Ryan, but I had to make sure Ken would leave. We can't let anyone else hear us now."
"Then why weren't the two of you concerned with Kathy?" Derek asked.
"I wanted Kathy to meet all of you. Afterwards I would have had someone show her around."
"So how did you two meet?" Olivia asked with a smile.
"Don't we have a more important issue to discuss?" Jade asked rhetorically.
"Fine, let's put it to a vote!" Olivia said. "All those who are interested in hearing the story raise your hand." Three hands went up: Olivia's, Regina's, and Derek's. "Majority rules!" Olivia said.
Jade sighed.
"Now tell us the story, Ryan!" Olivia shouted excitedly.
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ll last night after I got off work I saved her from three men who were going to rape and kill her."
"Oh my god..." Regina said. "And then you took her to your place?"
"Not exactly..." Ryan rubbed the back of his head.
"Huh?" Olivia said with a confused expression.
"Well at the time I got distracted by catching the bus."
"Bus?" Derek asked. "You mean you found her downtown?"
"Yeah."
"Then how'd she get out here? In the city they don't allow Furs to ride the bus."
"Maybe she sprouted wings and followed you, Ryan" Jade said jokingly.
"You mean like the dream you had where you sprouted wings, Jade?" Ryan retorted.
The others looked at Jade. Olivia smiled. "Sounds interesting; I guess we'll talk about that next time. But seriously, Ryan, how did Kathy follow you?"
"She hitched a ride... on top of the bus I was riding..."
Silence filled the air. Ryan saw the others each had wide eyes.
"How romantic!" Olivia said. A girl meets her knight in shining armor and follows him home. It's like a fairy-tale... sort of..."
"That's all I'm going to say" Ryan stated.
"That's alright." Olivia smiled. "We already have a sense of what you two did last night."
"Great" Jade said. "Now can we discuss the main issue?"
All of their expressions turned serious. "Did you find out anymore about your brother, Jade?" Ryan asked.
"Yes. You're all aware of how my brother has been obtaining so much money, right?"
All of them nodded. "Narcotics..." Derek said.
"Correct. Recently I found out that Trace isn't working alone; he, along with many others, is working under one man."
"Who?" Ryan asked.
"All I know is that his name is Steven."
"Steven, huh?" Ryan muttered.
"I haven't seen him, but I have heard stories. Apparently he prefers having Furs work for him rather than humans, but only because he makes more profit off of them. And when he sees that a Fur isn't meeting a certain quota, he finds a reason to kill them. It could be something as big as stealing money, or as insignificant as missing a meeting."
"That's horrible!" Regina said.
"It gets worse I'm afraid... Recently I found out that Steven has been building up his gang. He's planning something that can be compared to the Fur massacre so many years ago."
"What!?" Olivia shouted. "I thought he preferred Furs to humans!"
"He does when it comes to making a profit. Personally, however, he despises Furs." "He's soon going to kill every Fur associated with his gang... including Trace."
The others were silent. "How long do we have?" Derek asked.
Jade looked at the ground. "...He starts tomorrow at midnight..."
The other four's eyes shot open. "We have no choice then..." Ryan said. "We'll strike tomorrow night."
The five of them nodded. "We'll discuss more of this when Eric arrives later today" Ryan stated. The others nodded again.
boom boom boom
A few fireworks went off. "It appears everything is set up now" Ryan said. "Well, I guess it's time for us to get back to work." Ryan started to smile. "Let's enjoy today!"
The others started to smile. Each one of them left the dugout one-byne until only Ryan and Jade were left. "Thank you, Ryan" Jade said.
"No problem, Jade. We're going to save your brother along with the rest of the Furs."
Jade smiled. "So what are you going to do now?"
"I'm just going to go check on the culture club and see how they're doing. Then if I see Kathy and Ken I'll hang out with them."
Jade nodded as Ryan was walking out of the dugout. "Oh, Jade, could you submit Kathy's name for the baseball drawing, please."
Jade smirked. "And by 'submit' you mean..."
"Make sure her name is called, of course" Ryan smiled as he walked out of the dugout.
A few minutes later Ryan approached a collection of food stands. (I know the two of them are around here somewhere...) Suddenly a fuzzy golden-brown tail rubbed up against his face from behind. Without turning around Ryan said "Hello Ricky. Is Lauren with you as well?"
"Nope. It's just you and me, hun."
Name: Ricky Age: 17
"Ricky, there are people all around us."
"But I can only focus on the one in front of me."
Ryan turned around. "You need a boyfriend, Ricky."
"Is that a proposal!?" Ricky asked with excitement.
Ryan chuckled. "No, Ricky, you know I'm straight."
"I enjoy a challenge!"
"Oh would you leave Ryan alone, Ricky." The two turned towards the voice.
"Stop ruining my fun, Lauren!"
Name: Lauren Age: 17
"You're supposed to overseeing the others! Quit flirting with Ryan and get back to work!"
"Fine, fine!" Ricky walked away pouting. "Women!" Ricky shouted.
Lauren sighed and looked to Ryan. "You need something, Ryan?"
"Just came to see how everything is going."
"Really? You could have just asked Ricky about-" Lauren gazed past Ryan.
Ryan turned around and saw Ken and Kathy walking around with an assortment of snacks. He saw the two of them were laughing. (Looks like Kathy's having a good time and Ken's cheered up, but I wonder what they're laughing about. Is it about me? Nah, what embarrassing things could Ken tell Kathy? ...)
"Who's that with Ken?" Lauren asked.
"That's Kathy. I brought her here.
"I see... She and Ken seem to be having a good time..."
"Jealous, Lauren?"
Lauren's face went red. "What!? Of course not! Why should I be jealous that Ken is with a girl who's not slapping him, huh?"
Ryan smiled. "You don't have to hide it Lauren; Regina and Derek told me."
Lauren's face turned redder. "I guess some people just can't keep secrets, huh?"
(Tell me about it...) Ryan rolled his eyes thinking of Jade. "Why don't you tell him?"
"I can't. Not after what I said to him last year..."
"About his eyes scaring you?"
"Yeah... I'm sure he hates me for that..."
"Trust me, Lauren, if there's one thing I know about Ken it's that he doesn't hold grudges against anyone."
Lauren faced Ryan. "So... I still might have a chance with him?"
Ryan looked behind Lauren for a brief second and started to grin.
"Sorry, I couldn't hear you. Could you say it again?"
Lauren shouted "I said do you I think I still have a chance with -"
"Hey."
Lauren shrieked and turned around. "Ken!"
(Why Ken? Why couldn't you have just waited a second longer!?) Ryan thought while shaking his head.
Ken's ears drooped slightly. "Oh... sorry, Lauren; I didn't mean to scare you again..."
Lauren's eyes went wide. "Oh no! You've got it wrong, Ken. I... I..." Lauren's face turned red.
Ryan stepped in. "I was just giving Lauren some advice on expressing her feelings to someone she really likes."
"Really?" Ken asked. "Who is he?"
Lauren looked at Ryan with a scared look on her face. She shook her head slightly. Ryan knew what she was trying to say. "She didn't tell me who, but I was about to tell her that she should tell him tonight."
Lauren's eyes went wide. "Tonight?" asked Ken. "You mean during the movie?"
"That's right. I was telling her how to go about it. When she finds him sitting down she'll walk up to him and take a seat right next to him. "
Ken, Kathy, and Lauren had a confused look on their faces. "Huh?" Ken blurted out. "How will sitting next to the guy show him how Lauren feels?"
Lauren gasped from realization. Ryan smirked. "Because I'm sure the person she sits next to will understand the significance of it.
Ken shook his head, not completely understanding the concept. "Well good luck, Lauren. Don't be intimidated by him."
Lauren looked down at the ground. "I have to get back to work..." She walked away.
(Lauren... what will you do? I've given you the best opportunity to show Ken how you feel.)
Once Lauren was out of sight Kathy walked up to Ryan. "I practically haven't been able to spend any time with you today." Kathy wrapped her arms around Ryan's chest. She turned her head towards Ken. "Not that I didn't enjoy spending time with you, Ken."
Ken chuckled. "I know; you just prefer big bro over me." Ryan and Kathy embraced each other. Ken sighed. "You two want me to leave?"
Ryan chuckled. "No Ken; I thought all three of us could spend time with each other."
Ken smiled. "Oh yeah? What do you have in mind?"
Ryan looked checked the time on his cell phone. "Well... We have three hours until the stands will be taken down. What do you say we try every dish at every stand?"
Kathy smiled. "Sounds good to me."
Three walked off. "So which should we try first?"
Kathy's Side
3:15 p.m.-
All of the food stands had been taken down and the field was cleared of trash. Kathy was back sitting next to Ken. "So what was your favorite, Kathy?" Ken asked.
"Strawberry crepes! Definitely the strawberry crepes!" Kathy said with glee. "What about you?"
"Oh, I've always been a fan of their handmade pizzas. The crispy crust, the smooth sauce, the gooey cheese, all those fresh toppings..." Ken started drooling and his stomach growled.
"Ken, we just got through eating! How can you still be hungry!?"
"I really love pizza!" Ken emphasized.
Kathy giggled. "Apparently... So the baseball game's next?"
"Yep. Did you submit your name?"
"Oh no, I forgot..." (Actually I don't think I could play baseball)
Ken chuckled. "Don't worry; I'm sure Ryan had your name put in."
(What!?) "Well... the chances of me playing are pretty slim."
Ken started snickering. "Your odds of playing might be higher than you think Kathy."
Kathy raised her brow. "Ken, what do you mean by that?"
Ken smirked "You'll see... and it looks like it'll be very soon." Ken and Kathy saw Ryan on the field again.
"Did everyone enjoy the food?" Ryan received cheers from the audience. "Excellent. The clean up took a little longer than expected, but now we're ready for the big game!"
The audience cheered as Jade walked onto the field with an envelope. Jade handed Ryan the envelope and stood next to him. "Alright; in my hand I have the list of every person that will be playing today. Jade and I will alternate reading each name; if I call your name you'll be on my team, if Jade calls your name you'll be on his team. Let's begin!" Ryan opened the envelope and held it between him and Jade. They started reading off the names.
(What if I am on the list? But they said it was all random, right?) Kathy noticed Ryan and Jade were calling people by their first and last name. (Wait! There's no way I could be called; Ryan doesn't know my last name, which I probably should tell him. The only recent person I told my last name to was Ken a couple hours ago. There's no way Ryan-"
"Kathy Williams" Ryan announced into the microphone.
Kathy sat there with her eyes wide. "H... how did he... how did he find out?" Realization hit her as she looked at Ken. "Ken! You told Ryan my last name!?"
"Well... Actually he was going to ask you your last name earlier, but I told him you told me and so I told him that I would give him your name if he did something for me and he told me he would."
"And that was?" Kathy asked.
"Ken Reynolds" Jade said into the microphone.
Kathy's jaw dropped. Ken chuckled. "Told you your odds of playing were high. Want to know a secret?" Kathy nodded her head slightly. "You see these baseball games act more like an induction ceremony." Kathy had a confused look on her face. "You see, Ryan and Jade have a list of every person who joined the HFA recently. It's usually about ten people every week on average so they make sure that the new ones always get a chance to play first. You could say it makes them feel welcomed even more if they're being cheered on."
"But I'm not a member of the HFA, Ken."
"True, but just like what happened with me; Ryan and Jade will sometimes automatically put someone on the list. Usually they do it when it's someone's birthday that day. Other than that and the new members; it's random for the remaining positions. It just sounds like to me that Ryan wanted you to play today."
(But I've never played baseball before. I've never played any sport before! I'm probably going to humiliate myself...) Kathy's ears flattened against her head.
"Now it's time for the 18 lucky winners to come on down!" Ryan announced. The crowd cheered as those who had their name called stood up and walked down to the field, including Kathy and Ken.
All of them separated into two groups and entered opposite dugouts. In the dugout Kathy was in everyone was sitting down paying attention to Ryan. "Alright, we're going to determine which position each of you will be playing and the batting order." Ryan grabbed a two baseball caps and dropped pieces of paper in them. "You'll draw a piece of paper from each hat. One determines your position and the other determines when you'll bat."
Ryan went down the line having each person draw a piece of paper from both hats. Kathy was the third person Ryan came to. She grabbed a piece of paper from each hat. (Please don't give me a low number...) Kathy slowly opened both pieces of paper revealing 'Left Field' and '7'. Kathy sighed. (Well, at least now I'll be able to prolong my embarrassment...)
Kathy's team was playing in the outfield first. She took her position in left field. "Wow; the field seems larger without it being crowded by people. Maybe if I'm lucky no balls will come my way." The game started.
Bottom of the 3rd Inning-
Kathy couldn't stop shaking; it was her turn to go up to bat. No one had made it to first base successfully on either team. Apparently most of them tried bunting the ball, but weren't able to run fast enough. The closest the other team got was when Ken batted in the second inning. The ball was coming between left and center field; luckily for Kathy the center fielder caught it.
"Up to bat, Kathy Williams" the announcer said. Kathy slowly walked up to the plate. She took her spot on the left side and just hung her arms for a bit.
(Everyone's looking at me now. What if I'm the first person to get struck out? That'll be so embarrassing! Everyone will probably laugh at me; they'll probably boo; they'll probably hate me...) Kathy looked over to her team's dugout and saw Ryan smiling at her. The sight made Kathy blushed. (Screw what they think! Only one person's opinion matters to me... and I think he's already proud of me.)
Kathy smiled as she raised her arms. Being at bat made her realize some things. "Other than Jade being the pitcher and Ken the catcher she noticed that Olivia, Regina, and Derek were the umpires at each base.
Jade readied the pitch and threw the ball. Kathy swung.
"Strike One!" The umpire behind her shouted.
Kathy brushed it off and got into position again. Jade threw another ball. Kathy swung.
"Strike Two!"
(Alright Kathy, you can do this! It'll be just like one of those movies; the one where the hero has two strikes and makes a comeback scoring a homerun, winning the game for the team. Well... it won't win us the game but that's not the point!) Kathy got into position. Jade threw the ball and Kathy swung with all she had.
"Strike Three!"
Kathy's ears flattened. Her face was filled with disappointment as she started to walk away.
"Where do you think you're going?" Ryan asked as he walked up to Kathy.
"Back to the dugout; I got three strikes..."
"But who said you were out?" Ryan smiled. "I didn't hear the umpire say you were out, right Eric?"
"Correct" the umpire said as he took of his mask.
Name: Eric Johnson Age: 37 Species: Human Eye Color: Brown Hair Color: Black Height: 6'1" Weight: 194 lbs
"Now get back over here, Kathy" Ken said with a smile.
Kathy smiled and went back to the plate. (I don't exactly know what's going on, but I'm very happy for it.)
The audience started cheering when Kathy got back into position. (Everyone's cheering me on now, huh? I guess the game itself doesn't matter; it's supporting the players. Is that what Ken was talking about?)
Kathy snapped out of her thoughts as she saw Jade throwing the pitch. Kathy swung.
clink
The ball went flying straight towards left field. Kathy dropped the bat and started running. The audience started cheering. Kathy rounded first base and started towards second. The ball was thrown towards second base, but the baseman couldn't catch it and went straight towards first base. Kathy saw this as an opportunity to run to third base. The other players were scrambling to get to the ball as she reached third base.
(Time for that homerun!) Kathy charged towards home. The crowd was going wild. She drew closer and closer towards home as one of the players got a hold of the ball. He threw it towards home plate. Without even thinking Kathy started to slide towards home. Kathy's foot touched home plate as Ken caught the ball and tagged her.
"Safe!"
Everyone cheered including the opposite team. Kathy was ecstatic. (I did it!) She saw Ryan standing a few feet away from her and she jumped up and embraced him. The two smiled.
Ryan came close to Kathy's ear. "Welcome to the family, Kathy."
Kathy looked like she was going to cry, but instead of doing that she grabbed the sides of Ryan's head and brought the two of them into a kiss." The two of them stayed like that despite many of the people going "Woo."
Ryan's Side
"Up to bat, Kathy Williams."
Ryan smiled watching Kathy going up to bat. He noticed she seemed a little stiff. (She must be really nervous being it's her first time.)
He saw Kathy look his way. Ryan continued to smile. (You'll do fine Kathy.) She then turned her head back.
She swung.
"Strike One!"
Ryan continued to watch.
Kathy swung again.
"Strike Two!"
Ryan kept on watching with a smile.
Kathy swung.
"Strike Three!"
Ryan walked out of the dugout and up to Kathy as she started to leave the plate. "Where do you think you're going?"
"Back to the dugout; I got three strikes..." Kathy said with disappointment.
"But who said you were out? I didn't hear the umpire say you were out, right Eric?"
Eric took off his umpire mask. "Correct."
"Now get back over here, Kathy" Ken said smiling.
Kathy went back with a smile on her face. The audience started cheering.
Ryan went back to the dugout. He watched as Kathy got back into position. Seeing this brought back memories from that day he played with the HFA and the story Nicky and Sean told.
Kathy swung.
clink
The audience was going wild.
(Nicky... Sean...)
Kathy rounded first base.
(Is this how you two felt that day? Proud?)
Kathy rounded second base.
(I'm thankful for everything the two of you did for me.)
Kathy rounded third base.
(And... I think I finally understand why the two gave up your lives...)
"Safe!"
Ryan was snapped back to reality as the audience cheered. He rushed out of the dugout. He approached Kathy and was greeted with her embracing him.
Ryan leaned in closer to Kathy's ear. "Welcome to the family, Kathy. (You're now officially part of the HFA.)
Kathy took put her paws on both sides of Ryan's head and brought their faces closer together for a long kiss. (Kathy...)
6:00 p.m.-
The game was over. Ryan's team won 6-4. The sun was starting to set. Everyone was now waiting for the movie. Eric brought along everything high-tech: A digital projector, a blu-ray player, a large stereo system, and the movie itself.
Ryan and Kathy were sitting together on the field watching Eric and the tech crew set up everything. "So what movie did you say we were watching?" Kathy asked.
"The Dark Knight."
"What's that about?"
"It's the sequel to Batman Begins, but I'm not sure if you're seen that."
Kathy got excited. "Oh yes I've seen it! I always hoped a sequel would be made! Is it good?"
Good? It's awesome!" Ryan and Kathy looked behind them and saw Ken. He took a seat next to Ryan. "It's one of the most action-packed movies I've ever seen."
Ryan chuckled. "I admit it's an excellent movie, but I feel it was overhyped because of Heath Ledger's death."
"Overhyped or not; it's still awesome!" Ken said.
"I'll take your word for it" Kathy said.
A few minutes later the stadium lights dimmed and the digital projector turned on.
"Um... hi." The three of them turned around and saw Lauren.
Ryan had a huge smile on his face. "Ken, Kathy and I are going to take a short walk while the previews play. We'll be back in a few minutes."
"Alright" Ken answered.
Ryan and Kathy stood up and walked away. Instead of taking a walk, however, they just sat a couple yards behind Ken. Kathy was confused. "What are we doing?"
"Watch." Ryan pointed towards Ken and Lauren.
"Hey Lauren" Ken said looking forward.
"Hi... Ken"
"Did you find that guy you're interested in?"
"...Yeah."
"Did you do what Ryan told you?"
Lauren took a seat next to Ken. "Yes."
"Then why are you here with-" Ken's eyes went wide. He looked at Lauren's face; she was blushing. "You mean... I'm..."
Lauren slowly nodded her head.
Ken's ears flattened. "But I thought you were afraid of me."
Lauren looked Ken in the eyes. "Ken I'm not afraid of you. I've never been afraid of you." Tears started to form in the corner of her eyes. "Do you know how guilty I feel when you say that!? Every day I regret what I said to you when we met."
Ken looked away. "Then why did you say it?"
"The first time I ever saw a Fur was when I started high school two years ago."
Ken was taken aback. "First time!? Where were you before high school?"
"Homeschooled... And I live in a community that has no Furs; so you can imagine my amazement when I first saw a Fur. I wanted to know more about them. I found out about the HFA and was going to join, but... then I met Christian. He wouldn't allow me join. Our relationship went downhill for the rest of my freshman year. Then at the beginning of my sophomore year you came up to me and complimented on how I looked."
Lauren smiled. "You were the first Fur that I had ever talked to me. And I thought you were very charming."
Ken brought gaze back to Lauren.
"However, Christian was close by and overheard what you were saying to me. That's when the whole conflict with him and Ryan broke out. I really enjoyed seeing Ryan beat Christian." Lauren chuckled. "I was finally free from him, so I immediately joined the HFA."
"But you still haven't explained the eye comment" Ken said.
"...When you asked if we wanted to be a couple I still didn't know anything about Furs. I wanted to turn you down politely, but I panicked; I couldn't think of an actual reason to say no to you... so I lied. Your eyes were something of interest to me, so I commented on them; something I've regretted since that day."
Tears formed in the corner of Lauren's eyes. "You were the first Fur I ever talked to and I ruined it." Ken moved in and gave Lauren a hug. "I kept thinking that you hated me for what I said, but when you joined the HFA you acted like nothing happened when you saw me. I always wanted to tell you the truth about that day and how I felt, but I never had the confidence to until today."
"Because of what Ryan said?" Ken asked.
"Because of what Ryan did" Lauren said. "When Ryan and Kathy kissed during the game I realized that I wanted to experience what they have." Lauren pulled away from Ken slightly and wiped her eyes. She looked at Ken. "So I have to ask you something... does your offer still stand?"
Ken smiled. "It always has."
Ken and Lauren came close together until their lips met. For a brief second they stayed locked together.
"That's so sweet" Kathy said with her head against Ryan's shoulder.
Ryan just smiled. (I'm proud of you Ken; you finally found 'the one.'"
When the movie was about to start Ken shouted "Hey! If you two are done with your 'walk' you can come back now."
Ryan and Kathy were embarrassed they got caught. They got up and returned to Ken and Lauren. Ryan sat in between Kathy and Ken again. Ken brought his muzzle to Ryan's ear. "Thank you, big brother." Ryan smiled as the movie started.
3 hours later-
"See you later, Ryan" Lauren said as she and Ken walked off. Ryan stayed sitting with Kathy sleeping in his lap. Ryan waved them goodbye. Everyone was leaving now that the movie was over.
Ryan looked down at Kathy. (I hope you had fun today, Kathy. You fell asleep half way through the movie; you must have been exhausted.) Ryan looked up to the sky. (I'm glad I met you Kathy. I never intended to ever find someone to care for, yet somehow I met you... and I'm sorry for that; I didn't want anyone to get too close to me because... I might not be around for much longer.) Ryan chuckled lightly. (I'm in the same position Nicky and Sean were in years ago...)
"Ryan..." Ryan looked behind and saw Jade, Olivia, Regina, Derek, and Eric. "We explained everything to Eric" Jade said. He looked down at Kathy. "Should we leave?"
"It's alright" Ryan said. "She's asleep." The five of them took a seat around Ryan. "What's your answer, Eric?"
"I've decided to allow it. I'll have the equipment ready by tomorrow."
Ryan looked at Jade. "Will your informant be here soon, Jade?"
"He should be here any minute, now. He's probably waiting until it's just us. Once he arrives, we'll discuss the plan."
Ryan sighed. "Then I guess we're officially going through with this."
The five of them saw Ryan's expression as he looked at Kathy. "Ryan..." Regina said. "What about Ken and Kathy? What if..."
"I don't have to worry about Ken now; he has Lauren. If something were to happen to me he'd be able to move on. Kathy..."
"Hey!" Olivia said with a serious tone. "We need to stop thinking like this! Eric has been training us for months in case we'd ever encounter something like this. With his military experience we'll be fine! So stop thinking about what could go wrong!" Olivia smiled. "Instead we should be looking forward to what we'll do next Saturday."
Everyone's faces softened. (I really hope you're right, Olivia.) Ryan looked down at Kathy. (Kathy... there's still so much I want to know about you, and for me to tell you... I hope this isn't our last night together.)
Unknown Side
"Shit! Shit!" David shouted.
"Calm down, David!" Chris shouted.
"Calm down!? Calm Down!? How can I be calm! Were you not listening to their conversation just now!? David pointed at Nicky and Sean. "You two need to stop him!"
"We can't..." Nicky said. "Ryan's determination is too great for us to have any influence over it."
"Well that's just great!" David threw his hands in the air. "I was all happy when Chris came back, but then he informs me that what's keeping us bound to Kathy is her promise to kill Steven! Now we find out that your idiot brother is planning an assault on him and his gang. Doesn't that asshole know what-"
David was cut off with a punch to the face. "Don't you dare talk about Ryan like that!" Sean shouted at David.
"Fuck you!" David shouted. "Do you have any idea how serious this is!? What if Kathy finds out about this plan? She'll want to join in; putting herself in danger!"
"Ryan would never let Kathy go with him!" Sean said.
"Kathy has a desire to kill Steven! She'll do whatever it takes regardless of anything Ryan says."
"And..." Chris said. "It's not only that. Even if Kathy doesn't find out about this... what will happen if Ryan dies? Kathy's formed a close bond with him; he's basically the only person she has left now. I don't know what Kathy would do if Ryan died..."
"Yeah!" David started again. "Chris and I care about what happens to Kathy. If something happens to Ryan it'll affect her greatly! But you two don't even seem to care if Ryan dies or-"
David was silenced again, but by a slap to the face from Nicky.
"Why you!" David was about to retaliate, but he looked at Nicky's face flowing with tears.
"Do you think we wanted this!? Huh!? You think that we don't care about Ryan!? Sean and I love Ryan! We told him to always follow his heart no matter the consequences. Right now he's doing just that. And despite how much it hurts right now... we still support him."
All of them were silent. "I guess..." Chris said. "We can't do anything but watch now..."
"And it looks like their informant has arrived" Sean said. The four looked at the approaching figure.
As the figure got closer David's eyes widened. "No... It can't be him!"
What does David know? You'll find out in the next chapter
Wow, it's been a long time since my last chapter
This story is 53 pages long (Longer than my previous three combined. No I'm not going to continue the pattern!)
I'm thinking of having another voting incentive. If I do I'll post it up a couple days after this chapter is posted.
Again I would like to thank the following for their contribution to this chapter: Champ11 for Eric Johnson catsithx for Ken Reynolds Jaded Wolf for Jade Wolfe | null | [] | {
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So many things had happened in the past couple months to Angie and Cal. Or rather it was the lack of what had happened in the past couple of months that had made their situation all so intriguing. Angie can remember waking up that morning next to call, she can still recall how good the warmth of his body felt as her outstretched arm and breasts laid upon his still body.
Peeking through a curtain of red hair, Angie's eyes roamed down the ridges and hardness that was Cal's body but her eyes laid rest upon his magnificent cock. Thick, soft and laying against his stomach it seemed to glow in the morning sun. Her arm slowly made it's way down and she felt so wet as her fingers came somewhat close to closing around his manhood. It was soft and slightly hardened at her touch. This touch brought her rushing back to her memories of last night, he had taken her somewhere that never existed in her mind. She loved sex but what happened yesterday was an event, was it him? Was it her feelings? Was it just the beautiful girth of his cock?
He was so much bigger than Mark she thought, and it was then that the names Shauna and Mark had rushed through her mind. Although she had no idea that Shauna and Mark had their own relationship, she couldn't help but curse herself because she not only betrayed her marriage but helped Cal betray his. Her hand reluctantly pulled away as she bit her lower lip. Guilt washing over her, she quietly left the house dressed in some sweatpants, and a sweater.
Sunglasses and a hat over some pulled up hair was the uniform for a woman in turmoil. She sat at the coffee shop not far from her house as she tried to waste some time hoping Cal would awake and leave so that she wouldn't have to face him. He was a friend, their conversations came easy and she truly enjoyed talking to him. Could she even face him after this? What kind of a woman does he think she is? She has always been the quiet, reserved beauty and something about Cal makes her want to be daring.
A bead of sweat trailed down wet matted red hair, accumulating to a drop that rolled down a smooth, long back coming to rest upon the top of Angie's muscular ass as it moved up and down. Her arms on her lover's shoulders she slammed down upon him, taking all of him so easily as she tried to force the issue of her orgasm. It was coming and they were both close…
Mark finally let out a groan as he erupted into his wife. Still in heat Angie needed to use his remaining hardness as she drove down onto him and grinded herself against him until her volcano erupted within washing her from the bottom up with a wave of pleasure.
Both were breathing hard and laying on the bed. Angie rolled off of her husband and was laying face down, panting as Mark got up and put on his boxers. He opened up their patio door and pulled out a cigarette, his new bad habit that he picked up. Or picked back up. Angie enjoyed her moment and was basking in the glow of her work. It would've been nice if they could keep going but this was the usual now.
Angie had become a much more giving lover in the past couple months, not just because she was a sexual person but also because of the guilt she felt after being with Cal. The funny thing is that the more she tried to please Mark in bed, the more she thought of Cal and how it was different. Not just in one way but in so many ways.
"We got a party tomorrow, not far either." Mark calmly said puffing on his cigarette.
"Why the little notice?" Angie said.
"I wasn't sure if we were going but I figured it would be a good time to mingle. The guy throwing it has some connections I'd really like to get a hold of." Mark said with a longer drag than before.
"I thought yesterday you said you'd finally spend the night at home with me. I'm sure you coming home late every night has got to have you exhausted. You've been working a lot honey."
"Angie, you know this is for the both of us. Plus I have to tell you something about this guy's party. Word is he's a fan of the ladies, so you're my ace in the hold tomorrow. With you on my side he's gonna want to talk to me all night long."
"Are you just using me honey?" Angie said propping herself on her elbows.
"Of course, there's a twist too. One of the guys I know said the guy used to be a swinger and was always wanting to do weird stuff with his old lady. Not that it matters but it's going to have one of those masquerade themes."
And with a final drag on his cigarette, Mark came back to bed and fell asleep. Angie's nipples were so hard as the air from the outside rushed in. She wanted to grab Mark again but instead she knew the results that would come. She was too tired to put in that kind of effort again.
The night of the party Angie had on a long black dress that was almost like two streams of silk that went up vertically to cover her generous mounds and intertwined behind her neck exposing her long slender back. The back dipped low and stopped at a place that made all the men bite their lips and moan that it couldn't dip just an inch more just to show some of the swell that was her magnificent ass. A long slit exposed some of her left leg but just a bit above the knee to show a sexy expanse of muscle.
The dress was black with a long stream of white that ran along the two streams of silk. Her mask was black and went around her eyes and covered her nose. She walked around with Mark and met with the master of the house. The party wasn't as odd as she had feared but there was one unusual rule in that nobody could exchange names. This of course killed Mark's night as this was his networking opportunity. He was ready to meet and greet with as many people as he could but this would be almost impossible now. The host of the party intended it this way so as to avoid people like Mark that liked to bring their greed to parties and ruin the atmosphere.
When they met the host could do nothing but grin as he eyed the amazing Angie. The host was an elder gentleman, tall and in relatively good shape with slicked back gray hair. She took to his charm as an older gentlemen. Soon Angie found herself alone at the party and Mark was nowhere to be seen. Angie was mad and worried that Mark was out and about ready to break the "name" rule and she prayed that he wouldn't. To break this nice man's rules would certainly make her feel so bad.
Angie wandered around the room when she spotted a man by the fire place. In a black suit with a white mask on was a black man whose figure seemed so familiar. She leaned her head to the side and walked towards the fireplace intending just to catch a look and see if it was him. Even if it was or wasn't she just wanted to find out and turn around. She hadn't talked to him since that evening. Of course she would say hi if she passed him by during the day, they were neighbors of course, but she always tried not to make eye contact or talk too long because she could feel herself weakening around him.
She walked cautiously and then in a moment of accident and surprise their eyes met from a good 15 feet away. Both didn't know what to say to each other but Angie felt compelled to walk to him. She couldn't just turn and run, how would that look.
"Hi" they both meekly muttered to each other.
"How have you been?" Cal asked meekly, there was a somber tone to him that Angie had never known before.
"Good and you? What have you been up to?"
"Keeping busy, my website is picking up steam and I'm hoping to start something larger scale in a little bit. I was actually looking at offices and things to rent out. Any work for you lately?"
"Mark got me a couple of shoots for some store ads and things like that. Other than that I started taking some classes at the community college, some cooking and art just to occupy myself. Speaking of Mark I've been looking for him, have you seen him?"
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, yeah c'mon little boy FUCK ME!" screamed Shauna as Mark pounded into her on top of an expensive table.
The upstairs room was empty but sure someone would hear Shauna as her yellow dress was bunched around her waist, her large breasts rippling with each thrust. Mark was giving it to her and finally unloaded his semen into her. Zipping up Shauna commanded, "You know what to do baby."
With this Mark dived down into her freshly fucked pussy and began to work like he knew how to. Shauna's power commanded this kind of "networking" Mark rationalized and hell the sex was pretty fucking good too.
While their spouses fucked upstairs Angie and Cal sat down on a couch and were carrying on a breezy conversation. The slit in Angie's dress had risen and a great expanse of creamy thigh was exposed. The way she sat with a glass of wine in her hand had her heavy breasts hanging freely in the air. The mask did little to conceal Cal's eye which now had the confidence back that she once knew.
"MMmmmmm baby tongue my ass I'll let you do what you want with it." Shauna exclaimed bent over the table with Mark's tongue spearing her asshole.
Putting his cock into her dripping pussy he pulled out and forced his cock into Shauna's ass. Her big black ass felt like a pillow as he bounced back from her with every thrust.
"Attention everybody!" yelled the host for the evening.
As many of you who have been to my soiree's before know, I'm always one for a good game. And no matter how sophisticated we are, we can always enjoy some old games and then later on in the night we can always introduce newer ones.
Angie and Cal looked at each other with mock smirk's on their face. Both were eager to see what kind of games were coming.
"The first game is a modification of an old favorite, Ma'am I certainly hope you'll join us? Please bring your friend too, the more the merrier." The host spoke talking to Angie and Cal.
"The first game is one I'm sure we've all played in junior high. Remember 7 minutes in heaven? Well this we'll do for 40 minutes and we will make use of my many guest rooms and their closets. Please we all know that there are no names involved but what I need everyone to do is take a number from one of my waitresses walking about the room. They will not handout any numbers that cannot be matched up."
With a shrug and a smile Cal and Angie both looked at each other and took little numbered chips. Angie had 6 and Cal had 12.
"Ok now that we have our numbers I will pick some random numbers here and one of my waitresses will escort you to the guest room your assigned to. Now I'm not suggesting what any of us should do while in the closet but if you want to do some cleaning, please be my guest." The host said with a small round of chuckles.
Slowly people paired off and were led out of the room. Even though there were other people at the party that weren't playing Angie was beginning to rethink this. "I don't know about this." Angie mentioned to Cal. She felt that the host would do something to ensure the pairing of her and graying gentleman.
Angie was relieved when he was paired with a large busty blonde but then she began to wonder who she would be paired up with. Would it be another woman? What if it was some man who she didn't know? In that case the gentleman would've been her choice.
They should've known it or expected it but eventually the two were paired up. They met each other's eyes with nervous smiles and followed the host as he insisted they hurry up as his 20 minutes were counting down. They were led to a room and put into a walk-in closet that was very large and not as cramped but they did notice that there were no light bulbs and the waitress closed the door behind them.
In a low primal scream Shauna let out, "Fuck My ASS, FUCK IT FUCK IT FUCK IT!"
Mark now had Shauna's ass in the air and held her ankles almost back to the wall as her on the floor and was inserting his dick into asshole. He fucked her, slapping his body against the back of her legs as she screamed and yelled like a monster.
Muffled screams could be heard in the closet. They were definitely the screams of sex.
"Well someone's off to a quick start." Angie said nervously as her hand traced her collarbone. "No kidding, hey where are you I can't see a thing in here. I don't want to trip on anything. Hold out your hands." Cal said as his hands wandered the dark area in front of him until his hands found Angie.
Angie had her arms extended palms down in front of her then first Cal's right hand found her left and the other followed as they were facing each other in the darkness. Both were breathing through their mouths uncertain of the situation. The muffled screams of sex as their background made things so awkward that finally Cal had to say something.
"I'm sorry."
"For what?" Angie said, her thumb now rubbing Cal's large hand.
"Look, I don't know what happened, well I know what happened. I don't know, I um, look I didn't mean for what happened, well I did mean it. God did I want it but…." He needed to say something to make things right. He felt guilty about what had happened some months ago. She was the only woman to make his dick feel that sore after sex and she was by far the most beautiful. He liked talking to her and he saw the weight of shame that Angie had been carrying around since then.
"Please, don't say anything. I was terrible that night. I should've never let that happen. Anything like that shouldn't happen, ever." Angie said shaking her head in the darkness.
"Ever?" Cal asked, the question loaded with so much meaning.
"Ever again or ever to begin with?" Angie asked their hands still massaging each other's.
"Ever to begin with?"
Angie swallowed, "Under different circumstances, something that awesome should definitely not be avoided but uh, as for us it's different."
The heat of his hands were warming her entire body as her chest was now heaving up and down. Cal could swear he could feel the movement of her chest and her massive globes moving up and down not far from his chest.
"I know, it's a shame. I'm sorry if I hurt you. I never meant too, bring you such guilt." Cal said.
"Oh Cal, you know, the more I think about it…The less guilt I feel. We were awesome together and for my whole life I never knew anything could be that good and you showed me that. You showed me something beautiful and if anything I should thank you for it." Angie said upon realizing how close they really were now. Their intertwined hands were no longer between them but down at their sides and as they stood inches form each other in the darkness.
"I wish I could tell you how good it was for me too." Cal said his hands pulling from hers and traveling along her arms.
His words made her feel like such a woman as she could only thank him by hugging him. Her cheeks brushed his as she got on her tiptoes to make up their slight height difference even though Angie stood nearly 6 feet tall. His arms wrapped around her as well. Both of them savoring the moment, the smell of her hair filled his head and his scent hypnotized her.
In the darkness their heads pulled away, both of them staring into nothing even though they knew the other was inches away. They could feel each other's breathing and knew that one more taste would not be that much to ask of the other. Their mouths touched, lips parting and tongues slowly playing. Angie's hands squeezed the back of his jacket as her nipples rubbed against him, his hands began to travel up and down the valley of her lower back.
Their kissing grew more aggressive; satisfying the hunger they had built for each other since their last encounter. Cal's bulged pressed against her and the thin material of her dress did little to reflect the heat building between them. They began to moan as they grinded against each other, two tall pieces of perfection moving against one another to bring about pleasure. Cal's hands dipped below the area that every man's eyes had wished for as he grabbed the amazing ass that belonged to Angie. He had encountered no panty top and realized she was with out panties. Mark had suggested it as he didn't want her tops showing because of the dip that went so low on the dress. She had suggested another dress but Mark insisted.
He used his newfound position to help push her against her bulge. "This isn't right, what about Shauna and Mark." Angie asked breathlessly.
"Your right, what happened was a mistake but aren't there no names tonight?"
"Two people, no names, different circumstances." Angie said as her hand brushed against the hardness of his chest and abs as he brought his other hand to her breasts. Slowly running his fingers along the outside of the silk he brushed his fingers downward and pulling the stream of fabric aside exposing her hard nipple to the air and his mouth.
Moans came from them both. "Find the wall." Angie directed as they felt around and she made Cal lean against it. Using her hands upon his shoulder to first guide him against the wall, Angie then began to steady herself upon him and slide down in front of him seductively. She unbuckled his pants and fished for her old friend.
The smell of him was intoxicating as she sucked the head of his cock. Cal moaned in pleasure, her licks and kisses were like velvet brushes and drove him up the wall. She took more of his cock into her mouth than both of htem remembered and soon Cal could not believe that he was ready to cum this soon. He started to pump her mouth with his hips which she responded to by opening her mouth more, knowing what he wanted. She put her hands around to his ass and even directed him to fuck her mouth harder. Moans came from both of them as Cal grabbed the back of her head, not to force her, but to steady himself and he shot his seed into her mouth.
Familiar with his taste Angie smiled and greedily swallowed the load that came, wanting to ensure that there were no stains on her dress. Cal was so amazed and spent that he slunk back against the wall and drooped to the floor where Angie was already on her knees. Their hands searched for each other and they shared a kiss. His cock was hard again. She felt it in her hands.
"Our 40 minutes should be coming to an end." Angie said as she stoked his cock.
"That means I don't have much time to take care of you." Cal said while nibbling on her neck.
She pulled away, "You don't have too. That was my thank you, for before."
Cal brushed her forearm and said, "No names tonight, new circumstances there was nothing to thank me for."
"Right, no names." Angie said looking around in the darkness.
"We have the rest of tonight to forget our names." Cal said.
"I have to find Mark and I'm sure Shauna wonders where you are." Angie remarked as there was a heavy pounding on the ceiling above now.
"It's a shame that our nameless night has to end. I want you to know how good you are to me." Cal said his hand finding her hair and brushing it gently.
"Let's hide then, from our names and everyone else for the night." Angie said her hand brushing his face as well.
She lifted her dress around her waist and stood up. She lowered herself onto Cal's slumping body, his spear up in the air against her ass. She kissed him hungrily and lifted herself again. Long muscular legs lifted her in the air as she hovered around his cock.
"No, I want to savor this." Cal said, his arm wrapping around his waist as he leaned forward and placed Angie on her back. His cock still in line with her pussy he leaned forward in the dark and their privates touched bringing a gasp to both. He couldn't believe her wet softness and she couldn't believe his rigid size.
He slowly gripped his cock and guided it towards her as her fingers opened her lips for her. His head nestled in and their hands left their genitals as they used their bodies to re-unite. He leaned forward to kiss her. She greedily sucked and bit his large lips as his cock lurched forward, more and more.
"Oh god, I don't remember you being this big." Angie said arching her back and spreading her legs farther.
"My memories of this pussy can't compare to what I have around me now." Cal moaned as he had a little bit more to go. With a slow stoke back and forth coupled with her hips gyrating he finally connected with her fully. They both froze at their accomplishment and kissed each other.
They heard footsteps above them and realized that time must be up. All this time seemed like so much more. They looked around the darkness not knowing what to do. They separated and stood up, they kissed each other and held hands as they felt around for the door.
Cal led her out the door into the guest room. Across from the closet was the bathroom, Cal then walked to the room door and opened it slightly while they went to the bathroom and hid, Cal standing behind Angie as they peered through the crack.
The waitress walked in the open door looking confused. Cal rubbed his bulge along the crack of Angie's ass as his hand cupped her breast. Her hand grabbed his and she bit down on his thumb to keep herself from moaning. She said hello several times looking about the room and into the closet. Shrugging her shoulders she left the room.
"Were you trying to get me caught?" Angie said as she turned around giggling and kissing Cal. They walked into the room and towards the bed where they looked at each other in confidence silence. Cal began removing his tie and shirt exposing his muscular chest and ripped abs while Angie reached behind her neck and lowered her dress to the floor leaving her in her black heels. She sat back on the bed and spread her legs.
Cal could see her now in the light, "Amazing." He said as he eyed her athletic calves that led to perfectly muscled legs that expanded in the middle and became gradually thinner leading to a beautifully hooded clit and pussy that lay beneath a flat sea of stomach where glorious mounds topped her body. He let his pants drop and took of his socks, lowering his boxers he stood 5 feet from her stroking his cock.
"Gorgeous." Angie said as she sat up and awaited him. He walked closer to her as she brought him to her mouth. Her mouth drooled over his meat and his precum filled her mouth as she coated him and stoked his enormous cock. She stood up, and put the massive cock between her legs. She grinded them together as her hands caressed his head and kissed him again. It turned her on so that he would kiss her with his seed on her tongue.
"Calvin, please." She said looking into his eyes.
He lowered her gently to the bed as he bent over her like a jungle cat. His cock hung low as their tongues played with each other. His hand came to her large breasts, his thumb toying with her nipple. She spread her legs for him and he entered her again, this time when he reached the bottom they looked down at their union in the moonlight and looked at each other. They smiled and Angie angled her pussy upwards trying to take even more of his cock.
Calvin threw his head back, "Angie…." He hissed as she gyrated her velvet pussy on him.
He began to stroke into her, even though at first it was difficult. He had lodged himself inside of her but movement was till tight but it felt so good. Cal had never had a pussy like this. She gushed around him, providing him all he needed to glide into her more.
His strokes grew stronger and her legs went wider and wider to accommodate him. Her arms wrapped around his neck, brining him down occasionally to trade kisses and duel tongues. Finally they had a rhythym and Angie was screaming and wrapping her legs around Calvin. He stood off the bed and lifting her in the air by her ass began fucking into the tall piece of perfection he had with him. She put one leg down in the air as he held her other leg above his right arm. His left arm kept them close as these sexual animals fucked standing up.
So close to the bed the leaned onto it sideways. Their legs were straight along the bed as she hooked her other leg along his hip. He drew her close crushing her breasts against his rock hard chest. He pumped into her and she humped onto him. Their hips moving towards each other as if she wanted more and he wanted to go deeper, their kissing was fierce as their movements grew stronger and longer until Angie stopped kissing her body shaking and Cal's balls tightened and began to release again and again into her.
Their breathing was so heavy and their bodies shined in sweat atop the bed.
"Calvin…..Oh Calvin…." Angie moaned out of breath as they stared at one another. His large cock still within her ached as it began to harden. "Angie oh girlllllll!" He said as loud as he could provided he had no strength. "Names ok?" Cal asked. Angie laughed and grabbed his face kissing him. "Yes, I want to remember this. I want to know your name." Angie grinned.
They slowly began pumping each other as they spoke.
"I'll never forget yours." Cal said with an emphatic movement into her.
"Why's that, you like this pussy?" Angie said as she wiggled against him.
"What do you think?" Cal said as his hand reached down and played with her clit as he took a long stroke into her.
"I think you do,"
"You think?" Another long stroke.
"I know so." A greedy push onto his cock.
"How's that?" a small rub against her pussy. A moan.
"Cuz that big black cock is still hard, I think you want some more." Angie said as she rolled atop him.
"Is it just me that wants some more?" Cal smiled as he thrust upwards into her.
"I think I do too, my pussy get so wet for you, like on one else before." She moaned as she grabbed her breasts and began rocking back and forth atop her black lover.
"That pussy gets this wet just for me?" Cal said his hands running up and down her strong thighs.
"MmmmHmm, Cal this pussy likes you?"
Reaching up for her breasts and running his palms along her stomach as she slowly grinds on him, "likes?"
"Loves"
"My cock loves your pussy too. They go good together."
Throwing her head back and putting her hands on her heels as she continues riding his mast.
"Yesssssss….My whole life I never had a cock like this, never fucked liked this."
Sitting up to kiss her, her heavy breasts upon his shoulders his hands run along her ass and legs as they begin to bounce up and down, fucking each other harder.
"MMMmmmm I never wanted pussy like this."
They slowed down and Angie stood off his cock which stood in the air like a shiny spear. She turned around bent down exposing her pussy to him and slowly took him again into her softness. Riding again her strong legs did a rowing motion propelling her ass and pussy back and forth. Her ass rolling back and forth on his stomach.
"Is that all you ever wanted this badly?" Angie asked, her hands on his knees to steady herself and she worked back and forth. Her orgasm building up again, her other hand coming down to play with her clit.
"MMmmm I never wanted to touch your hair so badly." He said running his hands into her hair, "Never wanted someone with an ass like this so bad." He said playfully smacking and grabbing her ass. He put his hands back on the bed and tried to meet her strides as they began to fuck and Angie put her hand in her head of hair and began to cry and choke on all her emotion as she came all over his cock in a wet orgasm.
"I never wanted a cock like this, I never knew there was a man like this." Angie said as she leaned forward on her knees, "I want you to have everything you ever wanted……"
Cal smiled and got up on his knees as he guided his cock into her pussy, "Mmmmm first your hair….." Cal said as he gently ran his fingers into her silky red hair.
"Mmmmm, what's next Cal?" Angie asked knowing, hoping what he wanted next was coming.
"So amazing." Cal said shaking his head in disbelief as he took out his wet cock and placed against her asshole. She shook in fear at first but wanted to experience him everyway she could. It had been so long since their first meeting. How could she ever live again without this?
He slowly sank in the first couple inches. She licked her hands and reached back to try and lubricate his cock as he went deeper and deeper. "Mmm you like my white ass Cal?" Angie asked as half his cock was in her ass. They gently began to rock against each other each time getting more and more of him into.
"Baby there's no one with an ass and legs like you got….hair, breasts, your gorgeous face…." He whispered the last phrase into her ear as he bent over her and she turned to kiss him, tears forming in her ears. In a pleading voice she whispered, "Fuck me."
Calvin picked up his pace as began to really give it to her. His hand roamed every creamy inch of her body. Her back, shoulders, the round mounds of flesh that were her thick ass and he ran his hands on the inside of her strong gorgeous thighs. Brushing his hands against her pussy she stood up at the waist while he still assaulted her ass. Her hand reaching over her head brining his close to her so he could lick her ear while her other hand grabbed his and showed him hot to play with her clit.
"Cal, ugh, Cal your cock……Fuck, Fuck me," Angie said putting her face into the mattress and Cal began to go at her with all the might he had. "Angie fuck, fuck fuck fuck……"
"Calvin, give it to me, I love it all give me your big black cock, give it to your white bitch…." She couldn't believe she said it, but it was right.
"My bitch, Angie my bitch take it…."
"Yes Calvin fuck me, I'm yours fuck I Love you!"
"Ugh, shit I love you give me my white pussy!"
He pulled out of her ass and she turned around. They turned around and kissed in a flash. Her tongue in his mouth swirling around his tongue as he guided his cock into her. She held onto his shoulders for her life and he pounded into her slick pussy. He was so big, oh, she couldn't take it.
"Calvin please fill me, fill me up!"
"Give me this pussy, give it to me!"
"It's yours!"
"Take my black cock!"
"Give it to me, I love you"
"ugghhhhhhhhhhhhh" he moaned as he exploded into her, collapsing on top of her. His cock still twitching and spurting in her. "I love you too."
They laid there for an hour fighting the urge to sleep in the strange house. They found their spouses and left for the night.
The next day, with Mark and Shauna at work Calvin came home around noon from scouting offices. He was ready to put some things together and wanted to make himself a success again.
He walked into his house and saw Angie in the backyard, her tanned body in a small white bikini.
He walked outside, "hello neighbor."
"Hi there, come for a swim?"
"Maybe a swim." Cal said smiling as he entered their neighboring houses. Again the privacy of their two estates served them well. Angie walked to him as he undressed to full nakedness, his rippled body getting warmer from the sun. "I think we need some lotion." Angie said filling her hand with the lotion and handing it to Cal.
As she worked the lotion into his shoulders and thick chest he untied her top and bottom leaving her naked. The tall couple stood with his limp cock brushing against her shaved womanhood. He cupped both breasts, so soft and holding their shape as he massed lotion onto her body. She gently stoked his cock till it protruded straight form his body.
"Cal….. last night again, what we said……."
Cal interrupted her, "Angie, I don't' want any guilt that we belong together. Tell me we don't." He said this as he grabbed his cock and rubbed it along the softness between her legs.
"Would you let me finish?" she said stepping back. "Like we said last night, I think my pussy loves that black cock of yours."
They grinned and embraced in a sensual kiss, it was long and wet. Cal nibbled on her neck and ear as he squeezed her breasts. "mmm you like my big white tities."
"I like a lot of things." He said kissing her mouth. Walked to the steps to the pool and slowly walked in. Cal sat along the edge and watched the tall red- head swim to him. She stood in the water and took his cock into her mouth. Her pussy began to moisten with his fuckmeat in her mouth.
He lifted her from the water and he sank down so he could eat her delicious pussy. She moaned and moaned, "Fuck Cal, your killing me……" As he gazed upward at the pretty pussy framed by two shapely legs he thought to himself, "look who's talking."
Angie sank into the water and they found each other and slowly joined themselves. Slowly Angie used her long legs to bounce up and down upon his cock taking him into her, his lust grew stronger and stronger until he pinned her against the pool wall and began to drive into her, his waist splashing the water around. Their mouths engaged in a kiss and Angie threw her head back moaning.
"Angie fuuuuuckkkkkkkk"
"Fill me up Calvin, fill me fill me."
He let out a low groan and filled her as she tensed around him, her own body shaking from a subsiding orgasm.
"Your beautiful." He said to her,
"Mmm I love you." "I love you too." They exchanged as he grew harder and began to make love to his woman.
In the following weeks Cal learned of Shauna's affair. Even though he had a suspicion he validated it by coming upon her cum soaked panties. He had enough. They both created their careers for themselves and were going separate ways. He knew she was a bitch in the courtroom but he had her. Cal told Angie he was leaving Shauna and Angie felt so excited and guilty at the same time. Cal said that yes it was partly because of how he felt for her, this caused Angie to analyze her marriage and the fact that Mark had grown so cold.
Things were quickly put to an end when one day Mark drove up to the house and entered the house to the sounds of screaming. It was Angie. He ran upstairs and unnoticed he looked into his bedroom to Angie bent over, her lovely red hair in the hands of Calvin as her breasts bounced back and forward.
"Fuck my white pussy with that big black dick!"
"You love this nigger dick don't you?"
"Fuck me, you bastard!"
"You love this nigger dick don't you!"
Angie stood up and turned around sitting down on top of his cock. For a large man only a woman like Angie could boss him around.
"Think your so bad huh?" Angie said as she began to fuck his cock up and down her big breasts dangling in front of his face.
His face reached forward to bite her breasts but she drew them back.
"You like my big white titties don't you?" she said sitting still on his massive cock. Mark could see her pussy stretched tightly around his massive pole.
Calvin shook his head yes as she slowly picked her pace back. "And you love my white pussy?" again he shook his head yes pumping upwards into her.
"MMmmmmm good cuz I love this black cock in my little pussy." She said and now she had both her hands in her hair and was working him like a wild woman
"Oooh FUCKKKKKKKKK!" they both screamed as they came in an enormous orgasm. He filled her completely. And she drained him like no other had before. She fell on top of him, red hair around their faces and her tight pussy flexing and milking his cock. "mmmm my big nigger" she smiled. "my white bitch" he smiled as they gently kissed.
Mark chose to say nothing but that night Angie informed him that she was leaving. She didn't tell him why or with whom. She was the lady she had always been. Telling him that she didn't want any money just that he be happy for her. He wanted to care but he didn't really. He had Shauna and they had plans of their own that could work out. They shared a hug and Angie left out his door the final time. She walked out of the Culd-de-sac And into Cal's large SUV.
"Different circumstances?" Cal asked.
Angie smiled and kissed him, "Definitely." | A Beautiful Thing Ch. 03 | [
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Take a card “Come on, take a card, it’ll change your life! Guaranteed!”
Daniel took the card, half out of pity for the guy, and half because he just wanted the guy to shut up while he waited for the light to change. He didn’t even look at the small business card, he just stuck it in his pocket. The light mercifully changed, flashing the white walk symbol letting him escape the grating voice of the hawker who was already on to his next victim. He’d forgotten about the card by the time he’d arrived at work.
Most of the morning went by without much to note. Daniel sipped on his mountain dew, and plugged away at his keyboard. He might have said his job was dull, but that was probably giving it too much credit. About ten thirty he got up to stretch and take a piss. His pants felt a bit tight, was he putting on weight in this office job? He shrugged it off and went to take a piss.
He struggled a little getting going, but eventually he got himself relieved. Washing his hands, he took a look in the mirror. Damn, he thought, I need a hair cut again already. By lunch he was just feeling kind of bloated, and cramped. He skipped his usual burger with the guys and headed instead for the cafeteria where he got a salad, which he mostly poked at.
He was thrilled when he finally saw the clock hit four, letting him leave for the day. His pants still felt tight, and his belly felt like it was going to explode. He started to step out of his cube only to have his shoe slide almost completely off his foot. He checked the laces and found them still tied loosely, but his food just seemed to slid around the shoe. Weirder and weirder.
Heading down the stairs his pants felt like they were going to split a seam in the back, even as his cuffs seemed to pool around his ankles. Each step was made harder by the sliding of his feet inside his shoes. Thankfully it was only a few blocks to the train station, and he was able to sit down. His rump feeling thicker than he was used to on the hard-plastic seats. Crossing his arms, he pulled out his phone and tried to ignore things. This all had to be some messed up dream. Maybe Bill had slipped him some acid in his coffee or something. People don’t just change sizes. Bill was a notorious prankster, and even doubled as a magician at kid’s parties. This had to be his work.
Getting off the train he headed for his car. Thankfully his key was a fob, and he was able to open the car without trying to get his hand in his pocket. He wasn’t sure if he could right now with the tightness of the pants. Sliding into the driver’s seat he found he couldn’t reach the pedals. How was that even possible? Had someone adjusted the seat? He slowly slid the seat forward, and found he had raised it higher too so he could see over the hood. Checking his mirror, he caught a glimpse of his reflection. His hair had grown more than he realized, it was now curling down about his ears.
Starting the car up he pulled out of the space, but almost backed into someone. “Hey, watch out, you fucking bitch!” Someone screamed. Daniel shook his head. He shifted the car into drive, trying to get home before things got any weirder. Parking in his driveway he opened the door and started to stand, only to hear a loud ripping noise as he did so. The entire back of his slacks had split wide. Grumbling, he looked around, but no one seemed to be about. It was a quiet street. He started to take a step and promptly fell over, tripping over the pooling hem of his pant leg. “Fuck, damn, shit.” He cussed, righting himself with his hands covered in mud. He wiped them off on the tight thighs and hiked up the hems enough for him to walk. His feet slipped out of his shoes again and he was forced to pick them up too as he slammed the car door in frustration. Finally, with shoes in hand and his hems hiked up, he made it to his door, very aware of the breeze affecting his posterior.
He strained to get his keys out of his pockets, his hands barely able to squeeze in to get them out. He unlocked the door and pushed his way inside. Dumping his shoes on the mat, he pushed the door too, and set about removing his mud-stained, torn pants. It proved harder than he realized. Even after ditching his belt, which had felt way too loose, his hips seemed wider than his pants and he was forced to shift and scrunch his pants down until they got below mid-thigh, at which point they just fell to the floor.
Angry, confused, and just weirded out, Daniel walked into his bathroom. Everything felt a little off. His hips seemed to rock as he walked, and everything seemed higher than it had been. He didn’t have much of a mirror, just one of those over the sink medicine cabinet ones. The reflection he saw was him, albeit with hair that reminded him of a hippie. It hadn’t been that long this morning. What the hell.
He felt his hips, they were definitely wider. If he dropped his arms straight down his hands were forced to the sides by the extra curve. Reaching behind himself he could feel the ass cheeks that he might have preferred on his last girlfriend, except they were stuck to him. Where’d he gained all this weight from? A few burgers shouldn’t be giving him junk in the trunk, let along an ass that would make a stripper jealous.
His moodiness continued most of the rest of the night, most of which he spent playing games while snacking on sour cream and onion chips. He kept his mic off though after the first couple of insults he hurled had made him sound squeaky in his own ears. After dying several times, he finally got fed up and went to bed, happy it was Friday.
The night was rough. Tossing and turning, he couldn’t seem to find a comfortable position to sleep. His chest ached. When he finally did get to sleep, he felt cold, and his guts churned.
Daniel hit the alarm. It was Saturday, he didn’t have to get up. He felt like he’d barely slept at all. He rolled and sat up on the bed. He groaned and rubbed his face with his hands trying to wake up. His hands felt smoother, softer than usual, in fact everything felt off, but that had to wait as he felt the pain in his bladder. Trundling into the bathroom he was vaguely aware of the continued rocking of his hips. He flipped up the toilet seat and started to pull out his cock, only to realize it was a lot smaller than he remembered. Was it really that cold in here? He pissed, finding aiming to be harder than usual. Finally, he shook off and went to the sink. He started to wash his hands, but then looked in the mirror. The face that looked back was not his.
Gone was his bland, square jaw with his hooked nose. In its place was a daintier face, with a rounded chin. Masses of curly brown hair, a few shades darker than the previous sandy brown, becoming a richer vibrant shade. He finally looked down; his chest was starting to show signs of swelling under the t-shirt he was wearing. Not much, but enough.
What the fuck was happening to him? He was turning into a chick! He had no idea what to do. Nothing really fit him anymore, he felt bloated and cramped and just generally miserable. No wonder women were such bitches, if this is how they felt.
He mostly sulked around the house, mostly watching sports shows. Every hour or two he’d grab his boob and see how much bigger it’d gotten. By lunch he was forced to admit they were getting pretty big, sticking out from his shirt which now tented over them rather noticeably. His nipples were starting to peak through too. He wasn’t even sure what to do.
He felt his guts twist again. He headed back for the bathroom, and plopped himself on the toilet. He felt like he was going to explode. Instead her just ripped a fart, followed by a strange sensation. He wasn’t even sure he could describe it. It felt like things between his legs just, well, parted. There was a snap like feel, and something drained out of him. He confirmed this when he looked down, seeing the pale pink shade to the water. He felt down there, confirming that he was now without his cock completely.
Wiping herself, as she was definitely a her now, was a challenge. He remembered something his ex- girlfriend had said about front to back. It felt awkward, and he nearly retched at the blood he saw on the paper when he did so. After a few more wipes he finally seemed to have cleaned it all up. He actually felt better, like everything that had been making him crabby the last day just had been let loose. He actually felt relieved for a moment. Unfortunately, the next moment he was consumed with the realization he now was completely female. “Oh shit, I have a cunt.”
He debated exploring himself a little, but the blood had put him off it. He could deal later, right now he wasn’t sure what he wanted. He’d skipped breakfast, and was now pretty hungry, he padded out to find something in the fridge. Sadly, like most bachelors his fridge was pretty bare. He scrounged up some two-day old pizza slices though, and microwaved them before settling in to eat, along with another mountain dew.
By afternoon his breasts had become mammoth, at least to his perspective. She guessed they were both the size of a cantaloupe, the nipples sticking out proudly under the t-shirt. By now her idle curiosity had started to get the better of her, and she spent some moments massaging her breasts, enjoying watching the skin around her nipples tighten as they sent little shivers through her body. She flicked and pulled a few times on each, pinching them and seeing what felt good. It turned out to be pretty much anything. Slowly she slid an exploratory hand down to her nether lips. She wasn’t sure what to expect. She’d played with a few women before, but mostly had just been interested in slamming his dick home. Getting a chance to feel the soft velvety folds for himself he realized how sensitive they were. Stretchy too. She pulled gently at them, alternating between spreading and moving a finger around to feel different spots. She found her clit almost by accident when she ran over the nub and felt a sudden jolt as it reacted. She was a little disappointed that her vagina didn’t have the same sensation. If anything, outside of the end of it, even sliding a finger part way in, it wasn’t anywhere near so sensitive. Not that it stopped her from slowly fingering herself, but it took a few hits of her clit before she got to feel something resembling an orgasm as it tremored through her.
She wasn’t sure what time it was when she came to. She just knew something was pounding. At first, she thought it was her head, but soon she realized it was her door. Stumbling she reached the door, yanking it open. Two men stood outside, dressed in suits and wearing dark fedoras. They promptly grabbed her arms and pushed their way in. She wanted to scream but one promptly put a hand over her mouth.
“Are you Daniel Eider?” The taller said.
She nodded blankly, suddenly realizing these men were both much bigger than she, and she was not wearing any pants.
“Subject appears to have fully transitioned. Where’s the card Daniel?”
“Card?” She asked blankly. She was now being held by jut the taller man, the other was prodding around things.
“You received a card from a man on the street yesterday. Where Is it?”
“Um, I dunno, in my pants pocket from yesterday?” She tried to point at the pile of pants that were kicked against the wall.
“Found it,” the shorter man said. He held up a card in a gloved hand, but it wasn’t a business card like she remembered. It was made of shiny metal and glowed in the dim lighting.
“What is going on?”
“Aliens.”
“There’s no such thing!” She found a little energy for a snarky tone back at the men.
“Weren’t you a guy yesterday?” “Yes, but…”
“Aliens.” The man said flatly.
“But why would aliens…”
“Want you to be a woman?” He finished for her. “Because they need you to breed.”
The shorter man had dumped the card into a baggie and sealed it up. He then walked over to her and lifted her shirt up exposing her muff, still damp with her own juices.
“Hey! Perv!” She squirmed but to no avail.
“No sign of secondary mutation yet.” The shorter man commented running a gloved finger over her belly.
“Are you sure?” The taller one asked.
“Yes. We might be able to save this one.”
“Save me?” She gulped. “Save me from what?”
“Becoming their breeder slave.” The taller said.
“Incubator is probably a more accurate term.” Said the shorter.
“I don’t understand how does this even happened.” She was on the verge of crying. Her new hormones were making a mess of things, and she was scared, confused, and not entirely sure why she felt she was in a Men in Black movie.
“Nanotechnology, ma’am. Microscopic robots have been rewriting your DNA and body even as we speak. We need to get you to our facility to see if we can neutralize the remaining bots. But first we need to find you some pants.” She started down the hallway, but there was a green flash and a thump.
She felt the grip of her captor loosen. She was reaching into a pocket when the green light flashed again, sending him crashing into the small coffee table. It broke under his weight as he came down heavily on it. She just sat there. Neither man moved.
Another figure stepped into the light. Tall and thin.
“I… I know you!” She looked up at his face. “Indeed, you do.” He doffed his flat cap to her. He was the man who had given her the card. “Now, it’s time to go before these two men are noticed as missing.”
He grabbed her around the arm, she tried to pull away but couldn’t. His grip was like iron. She saw something small in his hand. The last thing she remembered was him pressing it and a bright flash.
She awoke some time later. She didn’t recognize the place. It was a bare room with metal walls and nothing more than a canvas like cot that she’d been lying on.
Slowly she sat up. Lights around her started to appear in the walls. Within moments a panel slid up and a cylindrical container sat there. She looked at it a moment, then took it. It was filled with a viscous dark liquid. She sniffed it. Coffee. It had the consistency of sludge though. But she was parched and she was hungry. Not caring if it was poison, she gulped it down. It wasn’t hot or cold, but it filled her stomach with a full sensation.
Looking around the room. There didn’t appear to be any doors, but as she ran her fingers against the wall, she found a panel that slid away to reveal a strange but obviously functional bathroom. She made use of this feeling a bit better.
“Hello!” She called. No answer.
She tried to keep track of the passing time, but she quickly lost sense of it. There was not sun, no clocks. Only the occasional appearance of more of the coffee sludge.
She didn’t really have anything to do, so she slept a lot. Occasionally she’d get horny and finger herself a bit, but she was always left feeling empty.
After some time, she did notice a change though. It was small at first. But after what she figured was a few days she realized she wasn’t just seeing things. Her slit was growing. Not the way she could normally expect, but it was opening up higher and higher across her mound. There was a slow indentation all the way up to her belly button now. She could easily slide her whole hand inside herself.
Each day was worse. The cleft just grew, finally leaving her with a drooping thick mound like none she’d ever seen. It stretched up to nearly her sternum. Her clit now resting against the ridge of bone. She probably could take an elephant with ease, she contemplated. But she no longer cared. Each day she felt a little less like herself. She was slipping in and out of awareness. She might gaze at the wall for hours on end without thinking of anything at all. Only the occasional bouts of sex did anything to break up the utter monotony.
Time continued to pass, her skin was becoming paler, her fingers longer and webbed. Her toes seemed to vanish into a paddle like foot. She could feel her ears now had frills on them, as did her shoulders. It was a strange sensation. There were no mirrors. It was all the same. It came as a great shock to her one day as she saw something new.
It appeared one day on a small table. It wasn’t much to look at. Dark, almost black, and oblong. It was pitted like a piece of meteorite. She just stared at it for a while. It didn’t move and neither did she. The longer she stared the more she felt drawn to it.
She got up and paced around it. Then she sat on the other side of the room and stared at it. Nothing changed. It didn’t move. Slowly she walked up to it and reached out her long slender finger. She tapped it once.
And she immediately felt a rush. Like someone had turned on ten thousand volts through her system she bucked in response. She felt her body rushing to change, to become something more. Her hips pivoted towards it, even as her great giant cunt split wide open revealing a huge empty cavity insider her, lined with squirming tentacles that reached out for it. She was helpless as she felt her body slowly engulf the object. The tentacles latched on, slowly dragging it insider the cavity, letting her mammoth lips fold back over again. Even as the lips fell back into place, she could feel it inside her. It bulged out her stomach, making her already gigantic lips appear even more grotesque, but it was in her now. She could feel it, the tentacles of her body that she had never realized she had held it firmly, digging into it.
She lost all track of time, she remembered nothing now of her past. It no longer mattered to her. She sat with the great ponderous mass inside her, doing little besides sitting, save when she needed sustenance. She knew her purpose now. It was not a thing. It was more. Something special. And she was to bring it into the world. Her eyes glowed faintly as she felt it begin to warm inside her. It would be soon. Her nipples leaked small droplets of creamy milk in anticipation. The slow pressure building. She would release the egg soon. She could already feel her insides letting is slip free.
Her body heaved. She crumpled to her knees. The floor becoming slick as the juices released from her sealed maw of a cunt. For ages it had been tightly sealed, but now her broke open. The object now came out, not pitted looking but rich and lustrous and shiny, bigger than it was as it rolled out on the floor. She heaved, her body hanging open as the two flaps swayed with her tremoring. The tentacles that had been insider her were gone. Merged with the egg, perhaps. Instinctively she knew she’d grow more. It was just a matter of time. Then another egg would be brought to her, and she’d start the whole process over again.
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for it," Jae taunted.
Then, it seemed like an eternity followed while Simon waited for for his surprisingly rude and stern top to administer the slick balm. He heard the unscrewing of the lid, the soft squishing of the jelly being squeezed out, and then, silence.
Until he felt a ringing slap on his buttock.
Just as he yowled in shock and pain, the athletic Asian rammed two lubed fingers up his back door.
"AHH!"
"I'm gonna make you scream," Jae threatened thrillingly, quickly thrusting his digits in and out. Meanwhile, Simon tried to open himself up, concentrating hard on relaxing his anus.
After a minute or so of squelching and heavy breathing, Jae sneered, "See? You're loose like a fucked pussy now."
Simon turned his head with a frown. "What the fuck..."
"I said your pussy's ready to be fucked!" The Korean jock pushed Simon's face to the pillow, determined to show that he was the freaky boss here. He snapped his pelvis forward and the head of his shaft breached through the lubricated orifice.
He didn't stop pushing in when he heard Simon's muffled scream, only slowed his invasion, sinking deeper and deeper into the musician's rectum.
Simon began whimpering, getting filled with young studly cock, subjugated by Jae's muscles and demeanor.
He loved it.
Seconds later, the dominant top grunted, feeling Simon's delectable, plump ass cheeks press against his hairy pelvis. Beneath him, Simon exhaled, relieved that Jae was all the way in.
"You took it like a good bitch," the Asian remarked. He bent down to give Simon's earlobe another quick lick, making his bottom shiver.
The hot, gripping sensation was just too good for Jae to stay still. So he began pumping, much to Simon's pain and pleasure.
"Easy!" the black singer complained, gripping the sheets. In response, the Korean braced his knees on the bed and fucked deeper, harder.
Simon cried out desperately, having no choice but to submit to the dicking with gritted teeth and clawing fingers.
"I said I was gonna fuck you like a bitch!"
With each thrust, Jae felt a delirious ache raced through his curved shaft. Simon's asshole seemed to cling to his member, refusing to let go. The powerful suction compelled him to fuck harder; he began slamming into his bottom bitch. His pelvis smacked loudly against the singer's bouncy buttocks.
"JAE! FUCK! Slow down!" Simon begged in a pinched voice, burning from the anal ramming.
With one more deep push to the greasy hilt, Jae decided he would go easy on Simon...for now. He withdrew his banana dick slowly, all the way up to the crown of his gooey glans, then gently slid it all the way back in. He didn't stop until his thick, moist pubes flattened against Simon's bum.
He did it again, patiently pulling out, then slowly plunging back in. The anal canal slid over his pulsing prick like a form-fitting glove.
Settling into this easier rhythm, Simon began to sigh in falsetto. At first, they were short, breathy, barely audible utterances. As the perspiring top continued to draw his erect cock out right to the tip, then plumb it back into the loosened rectum, the mewls developed into longer hums and ahhs.
The high notes stretched longer and longer, the pitches began to bend, and gradually, words formed from Simon's shaking mouth.
"Oh Jae don't you fucking stop...oh Jae..."
It really turned Jae on to hear Simon call his name like that. He wrapped his big arms around Simon's tingling body and lifted his torso up, until they were both kneeling.
Instantly, Simon turned his head, hungry for Jae's lips. The young hunk met Simon's open mouth and kissed hard. Their eyes met.
It was then that Simon realized he was in trouble. He could feel it in his heart.
"I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" he hollered
Ribbons of white cum flew from Simon's steely eight-incher, soaking the pillow and the bedsheet. Jae was so engrossed in Simon's ejaculation that he stayed still and watched with wide eyes.
"Shit, dude..."
"Oh God! Oh fuck!" The cock filling his ass only made him cum harder.
As he fell forward and collapsed on the bed from the dizzying orgasm, Jae flipped him over and penetrated him again in missionary, his own cock still needing sweet release. Simon screamed, everything below the waist extremely sensitive. He cried out at the top of his lungs when the lustful Korean above him got on his toes and power-fucked with no mercy.
"JAE! JAE OH GOD!!" Simon's vision was being blinded by the acute ache from the rectal hammering.
It didn't take long before Simon's contracting hole milked the cum out of that Asian banana dick. Jae thrusted wildly as he went over the edge, a fresh coat of sweat emerging all over his body. His yells were guttural and mad as he unloaded shot after shot in the black musician's pillaged hole.
Below him, Simon felt like he was about to pass out, the genital pain and the rough rocking overwhelming him. Then he felt Jae's buff body fall on top of his, powerless, burning hot, slick with sweat.
Instinctively, as the two of them laid panting, Simon wrapped his still-limp legs around Jae's wet waist. The Korean grimaced, trying to release his drained cock from the black man's rectum.
"Stay inside," the musician whispered, holding Jae tight.
Simon could feel the residual shudders and groans from his dominating top, who had now turned into a mewling ball of exhausted flesh.
Several days later, Danny came home from work and had some free time on his hands. He had a free hour to go before he and Roberto were to head off to the baseball game that Fred invited them to last week.
Grabbing a drink of water, Danny looked around at his half-moved-in state.
His daily essentials were basically all set up. His computer, though, wasn't yet; they needed to buy a desk for it, something that would fit in the bedroom. Same for his clothes: they needed a shelving unit for the closet, or even a new wardrobe. "Two, to be safe," Roberto joked.
He thought about what to do for a while, before he had to pop the big bowl of stir-fried beef, the dinner that the mechanic had cooked in advance for tonight, into the microwave. His man wouldn't be home for another forty-five minutes.
Gradually, Danny's eyes drifted towards Roberto's belongings instead of his. He thought about ways to more room for his stuff.
'Well,' he thought, 'his fitness magazines can go down to storage.' Roberto had a monthly subscription, and Danny noticed that very rarely did the mechanic ever reread an issue after excitedly going through it for the first time.
So he packed them in a vacant moving box and took it down to their basement storage.
When he got back upstairs, he was invigorated to continue on his organizational beat. His next project: Roberto's vast collection of workout equipment. Piled in the den, Danny had never seen Roberto use 90% of the gear. There were sandbags, medicine balls, resistance bands, endless free weights, and an assortment of other stuff. Danny knew what the latest purchases were; the rest of the gear had basically been gathering dust for months.
So he grabbed as much as he could lift, and made a couple of trips down to the basement. After the second trip, he had to stop because his arms, legs and back all burned and couldn't take anymore.
As Danny sat down to rest, he glanced at the kitchen clock. Roberto should be back home soon, so after a quick minute of downtime, he went to the fridge and got dinner ready.
By the time Danny had changed into casual clothes, set the table, and put together a fruit salad, the lock turned on the front door and in came the mechanic stud.
Danny threw a quick glance around the apartment before going up to his man. He was feeling pretty proud of himself.
"Hey Berto," he sweetly greeted, giving his mechanic a deep kiss.
Roberto kissed back and dropped his tool bag. "Hey baby," he replied, wrapping his arms around Danny's waist. He locked eyes with his boy.
"It sure is nice to come home to someone," he sighed.
Danny beamed the biggest smile he could muster. He felt so happy that he was certain he emanated a heavenly glow.
"How was your day?" the copywriter asked.
"Good," Roberto replied with a grin.
"Are you excited for the game tonight?"
Roberto shrugged his shoulders. "Eh, I'm not really into baseball," he answered, turning Danny around in his arms and slowly pair-walking the two of them into the kitchen. "I didn't think you were, either."
"I'm not. But Fred invited me and I thought it'd be nice to go together."
Roberto nuzzled his boyfriend's neck and nodded.
"Looks like dinner's ready," he whispered, his mouth beside Danny's ear.
"Um hmm."
They sat down at the table and quickly started eating, aware that they had to leave in about fifteen minutes.
After they both had a few platefuls of food, Danny said, "So, I did some cleaning tonight."
Roberto looked around. "Did ya?" He couldn't notice the difference.
"Yeah, I, uh..." the brunet fidgeted. "Y'know those fitness magazines that you don't read anymore? Well, I put them down in storage."
Roberto stared at Danny.
"Wait, why did you do that?"
The younger man swallowed. "Well, I thought I'd make more room for the wardrobe. Or two, like you said," he offered with a smile.
"You didn't need to. We have room."
Danny noticed that his man had stopped eating.
"Well, you weren't reading them anyway..."
"Doesn't matter. Don't move my stuff without asking me," he snapped back in a clipped tone.
Sweat itched Danny's neck and back. He didn't expect this reaction.
Roberto tilted his head. "Did you move anything else?" he questioned tersely.
It was now Danny's turn to stop eating.
"Yes, I moved some of your workout stuff. They were just sitting there in the den. I moved..."
Without another word, the mechanic got up from the table and headed towards the den. Danny hurriedly followed.
"Why did you move the weighted bags??" Roberto demanded as he looked around the stacks of boxes inside the small room.
"It-it's been there for months and you never touched it," Danny answered, stammering slightly. "Look, I left the..."
"I've been using them! I just put them back in the box after," the mechanic countered, turning around with a stare.
"I-I didn't know. I thought..."
Roberto turned back to his equipment and looked further.
"You moved the resistance bands too."
"Yes, and some weights," Danny continued. He crossed his arms and looked down.
"Fine, I'll go get them now."
At this, the mechanic stopped and rested his arms on the shoulder-high piles with a frustrated sigh, his back to the brunet.
"Forget it. We gotta go."
Wracked with shame, Danny stood still, not wanting to mess things up even more. After a few seconds, Roberto turned around.
"C'mon! Let's go!" he urged, waving at Danny to start moving.
In a flash, the evening had turned from delight to darkness. The drive to the stadium was oppressively uncomfortable, both men silent and staring straight ahead. As they turned onto the boulevard that led to the massive sports building, they were caught in a deadlocked traffic jam.
Roberto cursed and exhaled. The urge to ditch their plans, pull a u-turn, and blast onto the 305 instead overcame him for a second.
Beside him, Danny quietly asked, "Are we gonna be late?"
"Yeah," Roberto replied in monotone.
"Should we call Fred?" the brunet asked, stealing a glance at Roberto.
The mechanic looked at his phone mounted on the dashboard. He tapped on the touchscreen to call his best friend.
"Hey man, what's up?" Fred's friendly voice greeted amidst a wall of crowded noise.
"Hey Fred, we're caught in traffic on Front. We'll be there in twenty minutes."
"Oh yeah? The game's about to start...'kay, call me when you get here."
"Okay, thanks."
They were inching towards the stadium at a snail's pace; Danny was sure it would've been faster to walk there. In fact, at that moment, he felt compelled to get out the car and do just that.
The shame he was feeling began to turn into annoyance, then anger. 'Why is he treating me this way?' Danny thought. 'It's just workout stuff he wasn't using anyway.'
He folded his arms and glared out the window, at the throngs of pedestrians making their way across town. 'He asked me to move in. I'm just helping him clean up and get organized. How can he be so ungrateful??'
Meanwhile, Roberto rolled his eyes and wished this wasn't happening. 'Ugh. This is why I don't do relationships. It ALWAYS gets complicated.'
Though he was in a foul mood, the mechanic quickly reminded himself that he loved Danny, that he'd lost him once and wasn't going to lose him again.
Still, he was waiting for Danny to apologize.
Twenty minutes turned into thirty, until they finally rolled their way to the entrance of the stadium parking garage. Once through the automated gates, it then took circling down three floors before Roberto could find a parking spot. By then, both of them just wanted to get out of the car.
As he locked the doors to his red Lancer, Roberto considered saying sorry first. Then he saw that Danny walked ahead briskly to the elevator without waiting for him. He decided his boy didn't deserve the nice gesture.
In the elevator, they still weren't talking to one another. Roberto looked at Danny and saw the indignation written all over his face. The younger man didn't make eye contact, until they arrived at the seating floor. Danny sped out of the elevator, taking hurried steps, then stopped when he realized he had no idea where he was going.
In the noisy hallway, where baseball fans crisscrossed in droves, he turned back and glared at the mechanic, who was on the phone calling Fred.
"Hey Fred, we're here," he said, staring back at Danny. "Okay, thanks," he continued, then hung up.
Just as Danny was about to turn around, Roberto grabbed his arms and stopped him.
"What is it?" he asked.
"You know what."
"Why are you so angry?"
"You know why," Danny spat.
"No I don't." Roberto pressed on, tightening his grasp on the brunet.
"Stop," Danny demanded, wringing his arms away from Roberto's grip. "Let go of me."
The hurt expression on the mechanic's face drilled right into Danny's heart.
"Guys, what's going on?" a voice demanded behind them.
It was Fred. He looked at Roberto and Danny with sharp eyes, sizing up the situation.
"Hey buddy, sorry we're late," the mechanic quickly said, going up to the office manager for a hug.
"How's Jen?" he asked, but before Fred could answer, Roberto patted his friend's back and urged, "C'mon, let's go."
Fred stayed looking at Danny, who looked like he was about to cry..
"C'mon, Danny," he finally said, nodding towards the direction of their seats. Roberto had already walked ahead.
Fred knew something was wrong. While the mechanic continued on in a brisk pace, Danny lagged behind.
"Hey Danny," the office manager said, extending an arm around the brunet's shoulders. "How's it going?"
Danny looked up and forced a smile. "Hey Fred. Sorry we're late. I..." He hesitated.
"We got held up...by traffic," he stammered.
"No worries. I'm just happy you made it," Fred replied warmly.
Out of the corner of his eye, Roberto watched their interaction.
"Thanks for inviting us," Danny muttered, meeting the mechanic's eyes briefly.
They turned a corner and arrived at the bleachers, which were three-quarters full, stretching left and right in a giant oval. Danny was taken aback by how deep and wide and full of people the stadium was, as they descended towards their seats.
In the faraway green, the game was already under way, with a runner on second base.
"Have you ever watched a game here before?" Fred asked.
"No, I've never been here," Danny answered, a bit stunned by the magnitude of the locale. "I've never watched a baseball game," he added.
Several steps later, Fred stopped and turned into a row, shuffling past seated attendees. Roberto and Danny followed suit. Farther down, a woman looked up and smiled.
"Hi Jen!" Roberto greeted with a crouched hug when they arrived at their seats.
Fred patted Danny's shoulder and said, "Jen, this is Danny, Roberto's boyfriend."
Fred's wife wasn't wearing any makeup, and she was dressed in a casual hoodie, but she looked radiant. The smile that welcomed Danny was warm, adorned with beautiful laugh lines. Her eyes were quick and keen, just like Fred's.
"Hi Danny. Nice to meet you."
"You too."
It wasn't until the copywriter sat down that he noticed Roberto was seated three chairs away from him, on the other side of Jen and Fred.
Danny had never felt so alone in the midst of thousands. As Jen made small talk with him, he tried to reply as nicely as possible. At one point, she asked, "So how did you meet Roberto?" When she saw the pained look on Danny's face, she quickly changed topics.
It didn't take too much longer before the new mom stopped asking questions, giving Danny the space he needed.
But it wasn't space that he needed.
The game went on and on. Danny asked Jen a couple of questions about what was going on, but her answers didn't pique his interest. Soon, the cheering from every section, the random bursts of music that boomed through loudspeakers, the players that seemed to run on and off the field at random...soon, they all receded into the background, serving only to highlight his miserable solitude.
His focus was acutely centred on the man who sat three seats to the left. Danny stole evasive glances at Roberto repeatedly, all unreturned, which further tormented the brunet. Roberto seemed to be talking to Fred as if nothing was wrong, as if he wasn't bothered in the least.
Finally, some two hours since he sat down, Danny neared his breaking point. The two teams were tied and it was the sixth inning.
"How many innings are left?" he asked Jen.
"Three," Jen replied. "Unless if it's still a tie. Then they add an extra inning. They keep going until one team keeps the lead for one whole inning."
Danny's stomach turned and sunk. Gloom blackened his thoughts and emotions. This unwanted piece of information was the last morsel of a simmering, churning stew, a vat of noxious negativity that had completely swamped and suffocated his day.
He wished to be anywhere but there, three seats away from Roberto. He wished he was at work; with Richie; back at his parents'...well, maybe not. Even out on that baseball diamond, where he could sprint and scream out his frustration, arms outstretched. Naked, even.
"I'm going to the washroom," he announced, standing abruptly. Roberto was the only one in the group who didn't turn and look up. Danny tried his hardest not to let his emotions show, and he began walking.
"No, don't cry, no no no..."
He hurriedly paced down the curving, high-ceiling stadium corridor, passing by a few patrons buying snacks and drinks from a concession stand. Soon he heard a roaring cheer from the bleachers. He really needed to find the men's room and douse his face before the tears gushed forth.
When he finally found the washroom, he ran in and thrusted his hands underneath the automatic tap. But it was too late; he was already sobbing pathetically. He prayed that there was nobody in the stalls who heard his misery.
'What happened?' he asked himself. He looked up at the mirror: his face was ruddy and streaked with tears. Pitiful.
'This can't be love,' he thought. 'Love isn't supposed to hurt like this.'
He wondered why it couldn't always just be him and Roberto on the bed, naked, spooning, content. That was love. That was happiness. Wasn't it?
'If this is how it's going to be from now on, I can't do it.'
His breathing ragged, he looked towards the washroom entrance.
'I don't wanna go back there. I can't take this anymore.'
He shook his head and then he ran. He ran out of the bathroom, and ran in the direction where the sign pointed to the stairs. Then he turned and flew down the wide, spiralling steps, speeding past surprised faces and dodging bodies. He just kept spiralling and spiralling down, until the stairs ended and he saw big glass doors in front of him.
Pushing out into the cold night, he stopped and realized he didn't know this part of downtown very well. So he pulled up his hood and started walking aimlessly, wandering past people decked out in wool coats and scarves. He strided through intersections big and small, under sober lights and stoic skyscrapers that didn't seem to care about his problems.
He realized this was what he was best at: running away. Maybe it was all he knew how to do. It was a shameful realization.
He had no idea how long he ambled through the streets. He didn't pay attention to street signs, so clouded was he by questions he didn't want to answer, truths he didn't want to face. At times he wondered if he was walking around in circles.
Turning another anonymous corner, a blast of frigid wind cut into his face and he sneezed.
He lamented leaving his gloves in the apartment. The cold had gotten severe enough for Danny to stop walking. He considered heading indoors to warm up, then spotted a twenty-four-hour coffee shop down the way.
Once inside, he was relieved to find it devoid of customers. "Medium hot chocolate," he said to the half-asleep student behind the counter.
When he got his order and sat down with his drink, the doorbell chimed. In walked a couple, a straight couple, laughing.
Maybe the game had just ended and they came here for a post-baseball beverage. Or maybe they were on an amazing first date. Watching the young man and woman order two coffees, with arms wrapped around one another, Danny thought back to his first date with Roberto.
'Wait,' he thought, 'Did we even have a first date?'
They didn't have a conventional courtship. The first time they saw each other outside of Roberto's auto shop, it was at a gay club. At the end of the night, after the mechanic drove him home in Danny's own car, the brunet sucked Roberto off, in the same car where he took family trips with mom and dad.
Then, the next time they "hung out", Danny gave Roberto his anal virginity.
They ate at a diner before going up to Roberto's apartment...now their apartment. Past midnight at a diner, eating all-day breakfast...it was as close as they got to a first date.
A bout of spirited laughter drew his attention back to the present, to the downtown coffee shop he was in. A few tables down, the man was trying to grab the chuckling woman, who slapped her hands on his chest and pushed him away.
That gesture reminded him exactly of what he would do to Roberto, whenever his man said something naughty. He would slap his wide, firm chest, just like that.
Unexpectedly, he caught himself smiling.
'What am I doing here?'
He didn't have to watch these lovebirds flirt with each other. He had his own source of happiness. He had his own man, the love of his life.
'What am I doing here??'
Danny rushed out of the coffee shop. He was running again, but this time he was running towards Roberto, not away from him. 'That's progress, right?'
When he reached the big boulevard intersection, he quickly flagged down a cab. He was ready to go back home. He was ready to go back to Roberto.
On the way there, Danny took out his phone. Almost two hours had passed since he left the baseball game.
There were five missed calls, all from Roberto. It warmed Danny's heart to see the notification. Then he worried that Roberto worried. He scolded himself for setting the phone on silent, though he couldn't remember when he did that.
By the time Danny unlocked the front door to Roberto's apartment, their apartment, it was way past his bedtime for a weeknight, and he was exhausted. All he wanted to do was to fall asleep, wrapped in Roberto's hard, naked body.
The mechanic was up waiting. He had just sent Nadia an email. As soon as he heard the door unlock, his heart jumped.
"Where the HELL were you?!" Roberto demanded, stomping right up to Danny.
Danny just looked down and shook his head as he walked into Roberto's arms.
"Where did you go?! Why did you leave??" he pressed, lifting his lover's face. His heart was pounding.
The short, slim brunet continued shaking his head. He closed his eyes and buried himself in the mechanic's embrace.
*I hope you enjoyed this chapter of "Mechanics of the Heart". The end is in sight, but not before more drama and more filthy, nasty sex! Feedback is always appreciated.* | null | [] | {
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It was pretty spacious inside the two-story cabin, with more than enough room for everyone. Jacob slept on an air mattress in his Grandma's sewing room on the second floor. Exhausted from his activities the night before, it was nearly 11am when he finally woke up.
After laying there for a little bit, listening to the birds outside chirp, he sensed someone in the doorway.
Michelle smiled at her son as she struck a cute little pose in the doorway. She was completely naked, her hair pulled back in a pony.
"Good morning, handsome." She said.
"Morning Mom." Jacob stretched.
Michelle came over and crawled under the blankets with him. Jacob slept in only his boxes and he had the usual morning tent-pole. After snuggling up against him, Michelle fished out his prick and began to gently stroke at it.
"Where is everyone?" Jacob asked.
"All the boys and kids took the pontoon out fishing for the day. Your Aunt Trudy and Aunt Gail are out sunbathing on the dock and Grandma's downstairs cleaning, as usual." Michelle said.
"Laura's kind of a tomboy, isn't she." Jacob asked.
"She always has been and speaking of Laura, your Aunt Trudy tells me she's not on the pill, so don't get any bright ideas, Romeo." Michelle teased.
"Do you think she'd let me stick it in her butt?" Jacob asked.
"Well if she's anything like her mother there won't be an issue. Trudy doesn't want her knowing about any of this though, so if decide to get into her panties, you're on your own." Michelle said.
Michelle crawled onto her son, letting her pendulous tits drag against his chest. Still clutching his hardn, she ran the mushroom tip through the moist folds of her vagina.
"One more match. One more win and my baby will be a full fledged motherfucker." She smiled, letting his bulb lick the mouth of her cavity.
"It's hard waiting." He said.
"I know it is and it's been such a long wait hasn't it, sweetheart?" She said lovingly.
"Long and hard." Jacob giggled.
"Like your cock." Michelle said, burying her face in the soft of Jacob's neck.
Jacob lay there while his mom loved on him, fluttering her tongue against the sensitive nerves on his neck. He looked up at the ceiling and smiled, savoring the feel of her big soft tits squashed against his chest.
He wondered how many other boys in the world were getting this same treatment. How many other guys were laying in bed with their big breasted moms.
"Now just look at you two." Jean said from the doorway.
Michelle peered back and smiled.
"Hi, momma." She said.
Jean came over and sat beside them. Jacob noticed that his Grandma was wearing a big flowery robe. It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra by the way her huge boobs wobbled when she sat.
"You're just like a couple of horny little bunnies." She smiled as they all giggled.
"Can you blame me for being horny? Have you ever seen anything so beautiful?" Michelle said, gazing down at her son with goo-goo eyes.
Jean stared down at Jacob, softly running her long nails across his cheek.
"He reminds me of your father when he was younger. So strong and tender, always eager to crawl between my legs." Jean smiled.
"You miss that, don't you momma?" Michelle asked.
"I'd be a fool if I said I didn't. I may be old, but I am still a woman." She smiled.
"You're a beautiful woman, Grandma." Jacob said.
"Am glad you think so, sweetie-bear." Jean said.
Jacob's Grandma stood up and started for the door.
"Well, I'm gonna leave you two love-birds alone, go back to my cleaning." She said.
After she left the room Michelle gave her son a serious look.
"I'm gonna go back out and lay in the sun. Will you do me a favor, sweetie?" She asked.
"What?" Jacob answered.
"Will you please go down there and fuck the shit out of my mother?" Michelle grinned.
"With pleasure." Jacob smiled.
"Jacob." Michelle said.
"Yeah." He said, gazing up at his mom.
"I know I said no pussy until you win state, but I think a big dick cleaning the cobwebs out of her cunt is what your Grandma really needs right now." Michelle explain.
"Are you serious?" Jacob muttered.
"If it were anyone but my mother I'd say no. Look at it as though it were a practice fight to get you ready for your match next week with your fiercest opponent...mom." She smiled.
"What about Grandpa? Isn't he downstairs?" Jacob asked. "Oh, sweetie, you're Grandpa's lost his mind. He'll hear what's going on, but won't remember it for more than a few minutes." Michelle smiled.
Jean was dusting the bookshelf. Her husband sat in his wheelchair watching a baseball game.
"Whatcha doin' Grandma?" Jacob's voice asked.
Jean turned and saw her Grandson walk into the room. He was still in his boxers and his big boner made the material tent way out.
"Well, hello. I suppose you've come down here to find a warm place to put that thing?" She asked, glancing at his bobbing bulge.
"Yeah." Jacob said.
"Well I think I know just the place. Come on." She said, extending her hand.
Jacob took his Grandma's hand as she lead him towards her bedroom. Jean fed her husband a wicked little smile as she passed. Jacob felt a little guilty as he saw his Grandpa sitting there, but it was nothing comparing to the wicked excitement of knowing that he was going to pop his Grandma's cherry all over again.
Michelle strolled into the room and patted her father's cheek. He eyeballed her big dangling tits.
"Don't worry, daddy. She's gonna scream just like she used to." Michelle said.
Michelle glanced into the master bedroom just as her son was crawling between her mother's legs. Michelle smiled and strolled towards the door. Her big bubbly ass swayed seductively, capturing her father's attention.
Jean's cunt-lips were peeled apart as the head of Jacob's spear sunk into her creamy groove. Her pussy awoke from it's slumber as the mouth of her furnace stretched around Jacob's girth.
With three mighty thrusts Jacob's monster was balls deep. With one more little nudge he felt his purple bulb squash against the head of her cervix.
"Oh God." He groaned.
"Oh Lord it's been so long." Jean sighed.
For a good five minutes Jacob lay flat against his Grandma's body, slowly worming his cock in and out, savoring the place he had never been.
The old rusted bedspring whined with each thrust.
AAARRNNNNGGNNN...AAARRRNNNNGGGNNN...AAARRRRNNNNGGGNNN...AAARRRNNNNGGGNNN...
For the first time in his life Jacob was ready to pound some pussy. Holding her soft legs back he started to bear down hard. His big hairless scrotum rapped against her ass as his cock plunged in and out of her gaping fuck-tunnel.
"OH! OH, YOU LOVELY BOY!" She shouted.
Jacob kept a steady pace for about two minutes before he felt his Grandma begin to quiver.
"UH..UH...UH...UUUHHHNNNNGGGGNNN!" She whined, he body convulsing.
Jacob rode her straight through her orgasm, then, feeling his balls tighten, he thrust his cock deep and grinded.
The spongy head of her cervix felt like a tongue dragging against Jacob's knob as he plowed the back of her vagina.
Moments later he was back to thrusting. The bedsprings were now a steady repetitious squeak that filled the downstairs.
ARGN! ARGN! ARGN! ARGN! ARGN! ARGN! ARGN! ARGN!
Jacob's Grandfather listened to the fuck-song as he watched the game. In the background, through the open doorway, his Grandson's ass rose and fell, his wife's old but still sexy legs kicked high in the air.
"OH YOU BEAUTUFUL WELL-HUNG BOY!" Jean's voice quivered.
Moments later she was squealing once again, her little toes curling as her pussy began to cream around it's meaty guest.
Even though Jacob was in hog-heaven he wanted more than anything to make his Grandma cum again and again. Little did he realize that before they were through Jean would have twelve of the most powerful orgasms of her life.
She had only a few on her back, but once she was riding her young stallion, her orgasmic juices would begin to flow like a faucet.
Jacob felt like King Shit! Here he was on his back, his cock being fucked by the matriarch of the entire family, his face smothered in the world's softest tits as he sucked and chewed on their big rubbery crowns. His big cock, that never tired, was about to make this mature Goddess scream again. Where the fuck would an 18 year old boy rather be?
Jacob pounded his Grandma for nearly an hour before he blew his nuts. He lay there on her soft sweaty flesh, resting his head on one of her pillowy breasts as they both caught there breath.
"Oh...I have a feeling you're gonna make me lots of great grandbaby's with that beautiful thing." She sighed.
A little while later Jacob strolled from the house down to the water. He was still naked, his cock and balls flopping between his legs.
His Grandparents cabin was on thirty secluded acres so privacy wasn't an issue and besides, his mom and her sisters were naked, so why should he be too.
He swam out to the floating dock where his mom, Aunt Gail and Aunt Trudy were all laying on their tummy's soaking up the sun. He could hear them talking and giggling.
The sight of three voluptuous woman, completely naked, laying on their stomach's side by side had Jacob's cock hard before he even reached the dock.
"Is it just me or do I hear a horny teenager trying to sneak up on us." Gail said.
They all looked back as Jacob arrived at the dock.
"Did you fuck your Grandma hard, sweet-baby?" Michelle asked. "Oh yeah." Jacob smiled.
"And...how was your first pussy?" Michelle asked.
"Awesome...Grandma said I can fuck her again later." He said.
"Wow, you must have made quite an impression." Trudy said.
"With that dick I guarantee he made an impression." Gail said, making them all giggle.
Still in the water Jacob had a great view of their long tan legs which were all slightly spread, revealing their cute little clamshells. The plump cunnies were all bald and glistening with sweat.
"So are you gonna come up here and let these three horny moms oil you down?" Michelle asked.
"Sure." Jacob smiled, lifting himself up on the platform.
There was a floating mattress laying on the dock and Jacob crawled onto it and lay on his back. His big dick stuck up like a flagpole as he found himself surrounded by the three sisters.
Gail squirted babyil all over his cock and balls and she and Trudy latched onto his shaft. Even with both their sexy fists around his greasy dong they only covered half of it. They began to stroke the vein-covered steak.
"Oh I love this big fucking dick!" Gail growled.
"And his balls are so fucking smooth and soft." Trudy said, kneading his scrotum. Michelle squirted more baby oil onto her son's chest and began to gently message it in, gazing down lustfully at his young muscular frame.
Jacob's eye's were drawn to the six huge drooping breasts as they rocked and quivered. They each glistened with a combination of babyil and sweat and their areolas were all plump and swollen from the heat of the noonday sun.
"I think our baby wants to fuck him some big greasy titties, don't you, sweetie?" Michelle asked.
"Yeah." Jacob smiled.
Jacob's cock rose between Gail's dangling udders and she squeezed them together, sandwiching his slippery hardn.
"Spent all morning in Grandma's pussy and now it wants to get between some warm titties." Gail said, in a cute little girls voice.
Gail and Trudy tag teamed Jacob's cock with their tits. His fat mushroom head bubbled with pre-cum as it split the top of Trudy's cleavage, emerging from it's creamy fuck-pocket.
"Oh, my big tits usually swallow a dick whole, but not this big beautiful thing." Trudy said.
"That's okay. Aunt Gail's can wrap her lips around the big juicy head." Gail said, capturing the tip in her mouth.
Jacob shuttered as her felt Gail's tongue flutter across his cock-head. She made a lewd sucking sound causing her mouth to vibrate around the tip of his dong.
Michelle straddled her son's chest and brought her body down onto his so her boobs rested on his shoulders.
"I wanna suck on my baby's tongue." She whispered, bringing her lips to his.
Mother and son began to make out, their tongues rolling and twisting together. Jacob wrapped his arms around his mom. She felt so fucking good against him.
Gail bounced her tits on Jacob's dick, fucking it up between her oily boobs As she did this Trudy massaged his balls, digging her long nails into the tender flesh of his nuts.
"Does that feel good, baby. Does it feel good to have your big dick smothered between Aunt Gail's titties, huh?" Gail asked.
"Uh-huh." Jacob hummed as his mom's pink snake flailed away inside his mouth.
Things continued this way for a good fifteen minutes before Michelle rose from his chest.
"How's my dick girls? You taking good care of it?" She asked.
Gail's tongue was sliding up the shaft as Trudy nursed hungrily on the spongy bulb.
"It's yummy." Trudy whined as the purple cap slipped between her pouty mommy-lips.
Michelle moved in, letting her son's cock slip into her mouth. Gail grasped it around the base and pulled the loose skin up and down his shaft a few times to meet her sister's lips. "That's it sis, suck that big pussy-fucker." She said.
Trudy and Michelle's tongues worked in unison fluttering away at bulb and crown of Jacob's lucky cock.
"Big, strong boner felt so good riding my rump last night." Gail said.
"How bout it, stud. Wanna stretch some horny butt-holes again today?" Gail asked.
"Oh fuck yeah." Jacob sighed, enjoying the amazing sensations on his dick.
A few minutes later the three sister's were on their hands and knees, side by side, their big tits dangling beneath them. In the middle was Michelle and Jacob was already kneeling behind her, hammering away at her ass.
"Oh God that's so good!" She moaned.
His sweaty balls slapped against her cunt as he plunged his thick penis in and out of her ass. All three woman were reaching between their legs and rubbing their clits.
Gail wiggled her ass, her big brown pucker pulsing anxiously.
"Fuck me!" She pleaded.
Slipping from his mom's ass, Jacob quickly moved to Gail's and popped his shiny cock-head into her steamy ass-socket. With one long thrust he sunk all the way to his balls.
"Oh my God!" He groaned.
He watched his Aunt Gail's ass ripple as he thrust into her with long ball-busting strokes.
"Oh fuck, I love that cock." Gail muttered.
"That cock's gonna fuck my pussy next week, isn't it sweetie?" Michelle asked proudly, winking back at Jacob.
"Uh-huh." Jacob answered.
"Have you got back on the pill yet, sis?" Trudy asked.
"No, I have an appointment with my doctor on Tuesday." Michelle said.
"Don't let her try to talk you into using fucking condoms. Some doctor's can do that you know." Trudy said.
"Oh fuck that. I'll let him get me pregnant before I make him wear a condom. That's just cruel." Michelle said.
"OH FUCK!" Gail screamed.
Gail thrust her ass back, meeting Jacob stroke for stroke. This caused his scrotum to slap hard against her ass. Her long tan legs began to become unsteady.
"That's it, baby. Fuck that sexy ass." Michelle said encouragingly.
"HUH, HUH, OH FUCK YEAH I'M CUMMING!" Gail cried, her head tilting backwards.
Jacob felt her asshole tighten around his phallus as her body began to convulse. He rode her hard straight through her orgasm.
Trudy's ass was ready and waiting. Her big brown butt-hole slipped easily over Jacob's crown and his cock sunk straight to the root.
Jean stepped outside onto the porch in a halter gown. Her tits were obviously braless beneath the top as they hung way down onto her tummy.
She looked out towards the floating dock to see Jacob pounding her oldest daughters ass. She could see Trudy's tits rocking wildly beneath her as the vigorous teen fucked with all he had. It was quite the sight...three grown women each with their butts in the air eager to be pounded by a handsome teenaged boy.
For a good half-hour Jacob moved from one woman to the next, riding their mommy-rumps and making each of them scream.
"Oh God, I'm feeling good." Jacob groaned, slamming his prick deep inside Michelle's ass.
"Cum on our tits, sweetie." Michelle said, pulling her ass off his cock.
The three women turned around and formed a little circle on their knees, holding their tits up. Jacob jacked his cock right above the greasy cluster of breast-meat.
"UGGGGHHHHH!" He grunted, as thick ropes of jism erupted from his cock-head.
"Oh yeah, cum all over these big tits, stud!" Gail shouted.
After cumming hard Jacob dived off the side of the dock. The three women screamed and giggled playfully. Gail dived in after him and soon after Jacob surfaced so did she and threw her arms and legs around him.
"Get back here you sexy boy." She said.
Like a horny young couple Jacob and Gail started making out. Jacob kept them afloat as Gail hung on, her tits squashed against his chest. Jacob could feel the underside of his still hard shaft resting against the warm folds of her quim.
"Ummmnnn" Gail hummed as her tongue wrestled with her nephew's.
Trudy and Michelle dove in and swam over to them. Trudy had one of those long floating water noodles.
"Here, baby. Put this float between your legs. It'll help you hold the three of us horny old gals up." Trudy said.
Jacob put the water noodle down between his legs so him and Gail could straddle it like a horse. This allowed them to float effortlessly. Gail adjusted herself so that she was now pretty much sitting on Jacob's lap, with her legs wrapped around him.
Trudy straddled the noodle also, coming right up behind the teen so her huge wet boobs were pancaked against his back. She rested her legs on top of Gail's so that she took could coil them around her nephew. She reached around and drug her nails on the tender flesh of his chest.
Jacob was now sandwiched between two women, one still had her tongue squirming against his, while the other began fluttering her pink snake against his neck.
Michelle swam up beside them and climbed on board, twisting her legs in through her sisters so she could straddle her son from the side. This caused the four of them to sink to their necks, but they still managed to float without kicking.
"This it what you call a mom sandwich." Michelle said.
"A meaty teenaged boy smothered in mommies." Gail said between kisses.
Jacob moved from Gail's lips to his mom's and Gail moved from Jacob's lips to his neck. The lucky 18 year old now had two woman working each side of his neck and his gorgeous mother exploring the inside of his mouth with her tongue.
Jacob's cock was trapped between the float and Gail's muffin. He could feel her soft peddles squashed against it and as they bobbed in the water Gail's genitals gently slid back and forth across his shaft.
"Holy shit, this is so cool." Jacob muttered, making the three sisters giggle.
"Oh, Michelle, our baby likes it." Gail giggled, fluttering her tongue against Jacob's ear.
"Do you like getting loved on by us, sweetie?" Michelle asked.
"Oh yeah." Jacob smiled.
"You mean you wouldn't rather be out fishing with the boys, baby?" Trudy smiled. "No fucking way." He said, making the three sisters giggle.
For a half-hour they floated like a big bobbing mass of sex. Three gorgeous big breasted moms against a handsome teen with a huge rock hard penis.
"UUUUGGGNNNHHHH!" Jacob grunted, as six experienced hands worked together on his cock and balls, bringing him to a toe-curling orgasm.
That night as they sat around the fire-pit it struck Jacob just how wickedly naughty he was. Here were these wife's, cuddling with their loving husbands after they had spent the day fucking and sucking him.
It was only early evening and Jacob knew he'd be getting laid at least a couple times that night. He just didn't realize it would be so soon.
Michelle left the group as one of Jacob's uncles was telling a boring hunting story. Jacob watched her stroll towards the door, her braless tits jiggling beneath her gown. Before she stepped inside she gave him a naughty little look.
"Come on." She mouthed.
Jacob followed her inside. Gail and Trudy looked at each other and smiled. They knew their sister was hungry for cock.
Not a word was said as Jacob followed his mom upstairs and into the bathroom. She closed and locked the door behind them and like an animal in heat began tearing her son's clothes off of him.
"We have to be quick." She whispered as she reached under her gown and slid her panties down her legs.
By now Jacob's confidence level was high so he felt right at home being the aggressor. As they began to kiss he reached around and squeezed her soft bubbly ass-cheeks.
He slid his hands down the back of her thighs and Michelle knew exactly what he wanted. Throwing her arms around his neck she hopped from the floor and coiled her long legs around his waist.
"We need lube." She said as her lips smacked against her son's.
Jacob walked his mom over to her bag which sat near the bathroom sink. As she reached down and thumbed through it he took a good look at the both of them in the bathroom mirror.
"What a fucking sight." He thought as he eyeballed the long tan silky-smooth legs that were wrapped around him.
He could see his mom's sexy feet tucked behind him, her heels resting on his ass. Her shapely mommy-rump hovered over his iron-hard cock as she reached around and applied lubricant to his cock-head and shaft.
His heart fluttered excitedly as he realized that this was his own mom he was holding, the one who gave birth to him and read him stories at night when he was a little boy. Now he was a big boy, with a large penis and Jacob was seeing a side of his mom that sons down't usually get to see.
Michelle guided her son's cap to its big puckered target and slipped it inside. She lowered her ass and with one long thrust Jacob sunk to his balls.
"Oh yeah, there's my baby." Michelle moaned.
Jacob pinned her against the wall and began to hammer away. With each of his upward strokes Michelle pushed her ass down, sending his greasy sausage into the deepest, darkest regions of her bowels.
"Oh God." His voice quivered.
"You're taking such good care of momma's rump, aren't you baby?" Michelle asked.
"I love your ass, mom." Jacob sighed.
"My ass loves you, sweetie. It loves to bounce up and down on that big monster, smothering it with warm love." She said.
Jacob fucked with everything he had, shaking Michelle's fragile body with each powerful thrust. She held on tight for the ride with her long gorgeous mommy-legs wrapped tightly around him.
"Oh my God, you're getting good.." She moaned, her body on the brink of orgasmic bliss.
"Uh fuck, I'm gonna cum!" Jacob muttered.
"Oh baby, me too!" Michelle cried.
As Jacob felt the lava rise from his balls he planted his cock as deep up his mom's shit-hole as it would go and held it there.
"UUUUHHHNNNGGGGG!" He grunted, firing a hot blast of teenaged spunk into her guts.
Michelle was right behind him. She let out a muffled little scream into the soft of his neck as her body began to tremble.
For two full minutes they rode the wave together, grunting and quivering as Michelle's anal ring slowly slipped up and down her son's thick veiny butt-fucker.
"Oh sweetie-bear, you rock my fucking world." Michelle sighed.
"I love rocking your world, mom." Jacob said.
"We better get back downstairs before your father figures out you're rocking my world." Michelle joked.
Having been gone no longer that 15 minutes Michelle and Jacob rejoined the family on the porch. The sisters all exchanged a knowing smile.
Having had a long day the whole house was in bed by ten. About midnight Michelle slipped out of bed and snuck down to the room her son was staying in.
When she cracked the door open and peeked inside Michelle found her mother and Jacob making love on his mattress bed. Jean was riding him at a nice slow steady pace. Michelle could see her son's cock slipping in and out of the soft fleshy folds of her mother's vagina.
Jacob's face was buried in a soft mound of granny-tits. He looked like he was in absolute euphoria as he sucked and chewed on her monster areola.
He peeked over and saw his mom watching from the crack in the doorway. With a mouth full of breast he smiled and gave her the thumbs up.
"I love you." She mouthed, then gently closed the door.
Jacob woke the next morning around ten. He was surprised to see his cousin Laura sitting in a chair across from him. What was even more suprising was that she was in a skimpy pair of panties and a wife-beater t-shirt. She was listening to Jacob's MP3 player, with her cute little bare feet propped up on the chair. Her long milky-white legs were slightly spread and Jacob could clearly see the bulge of her clamshell through the thin fabric.
"I like your music." She said, looking down at him.
"Thanks. Where is everyone?" He asked.
"They all went into town for breakfast. Won't be back for a while." She said.
Jacob laid back and tucked his hands behind his head. His muscular bare chest was exposed and his morning wood made an impressive tent in the sheet.
"So...do you have a boyfriend?" He asked.
"Yeah, he's a wrestler like you. Not as good though. So, do you always wake up like that?" Laura asked, glancing at the bulge in the sheet.
"Yeah, pretty much." He said.
"You must be pretty big for it to stick way up like that." Laura giggled.
"Yeah, it's pretty big, at least that's what all the girls I've been with say." Jacob said with pride.
Laura got up and pranced over to the window. Jacob watched her braless tits jiggle beneath her top and as she looked out at the lake he got a great view of her plump teenaged ass. Her panties were bunched up in her ass crack, exposing a lot off cheek.
"It's so beautiful here." She said.
"It sure is." Jacob said, staring at her long legs.
Laura turned and looked down at him.
"I know we're cousins and all but...do you wanna fuck?" She said, matter of factly.
"Sure." Jacob muttered, his heart racing.
Laura peeled off her panties, revealing her cute little bald pussy.
"I sort of have this problem though." Jacob said.
"What kinda problem?" She asked.
"Well, I promised my um...my girlfriend that I wouldn't have sex with anyone else." Jacob said.
"That's not a problem. I promise my boyfriend the same thing but I have sex with lots of other guys. Your secrets safe with me." Laura smiled.
"Well, she is okay with me doing other kinds of things with girls." Jacob said. "What kinds of other things?" Laura asked curiously.
"Well, she's okay with me going down on them and having anal sex." Jacob explained.
"Wow, so she'll let you eat other girls pussies and butt-fuck them? This girl must be so cool. Does she go to your school?" Laura asked, lifting her shirt off.
Jacob could barely answer as he caught sight of her big plump titties.
"No, uh...she's a little older than I am." Jacob said.
"How much older?" Laura asked.
"Oh, about twenty years." Jacob smiled.
"Holy fuck. Does your mom know?" She asked.
"Well, yeah actually she does." He answered.
"My boyfriend and I do anal, but he's not very good at it... I bet you are though." Laura said, gazing at the tent in the blankets.
Jacob slowly slipped the sheet off his body revealing his big butt-fucker in all its glory. Laura's eyes got big and she gasped as her mouth curled into a naughty little smile.
At the restaurant the three sisters and their mother Jean sat in a booth talking while the men were outside shooting the shit with a couple other local guys.
"I was so jealous when you two went inside last night, I could have killed you." Gail said, gazing at Michelle.
"You could have taken him inside. I just beat you to the punch." Michelle said.
"Yeah, well we'll see who's punching first tonight." Gail said.
"Now wait a minute I think if anyone gets laid tonight it's me. You two are gonna be the one's tag-teaming him all summer." Trudy said.
"Now girls, why don't the three of you take him down to the boat house tonight and take turns on him like you did yesterday. In fact I may just join you this time." Jean said.
"Jesus, mother, you two fucked for an hour last night. Let us have some time with him." Trudy said.
"Oh dear, an hour's not nearly enough. Your mother may be old but she still has a healthy sexual appetite. Where do you think you girls got it from?" She asked, making her daughters giggle.
"I wonder if Laura's starting to crave sex like I do?" Trudy said.
"OH FUCK!" Laura cried as she was nailed to the mattress.
Her long milky-white legs were wrapped around Jacob's waist, her heels resting against his bouncing ass as his cock plunged in and out of her gaping butt-hole.
Jacob fucked her hard as he lay flat against her, savoring the feel of her young, firm tits against his chest. She let out a high-pitched squeal and her body began to convulse as yet another orgasm wracked her fragile teenaged body. "Well I for one refuse to sit there and watch my mother get her pussy pounded unless I can too." Trudy said.
"I agree, Michelle. State-Champ or not this "ass only" thing's getting a little old, don't you think?" Gail said.
"Hold on sec. Who was preaching to me when I first started this about giving him little rewards at a time...and saving vaginal intercourse for when he won state?" Michelle asked.
"That's great, so save your vagina, but don't deprive the rest of us." Gail said.
The four of them got quiet as Michelle looked down in thought.
"I guess... well, call me selfish, but I quess I just wanted his cherry, that's all." She said in a sweet little tone.
"Newsflash, sis. Your mother gobbled that cherry up yesterday." Trudy smiled.
Michelle and Jean exchanged a look.
"Hey, you told him it was okay." Jean said.
"I know I did, but I did that more for you than him. I wanted you to remember what it felt like to have a big dick inside of you. To be fucked hard like you used to be." Michelle said.
Jean reached over an took Michelle's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. She searched her daughters eyes.
"First of all, daughter of mine, there is no "remembering." That was the biggest dick and that was the hardest fuck I've ever had." She said, making her daughters giggle.
"Secondly, that gorgeous boy of yours could fuck every single pussy on this planet and it still wouldn't be his momma's pussy. I've seen the two of you move together and...no offence to my other girls, but it's like nothing I've ever seen." Jean said.
Michelle knew what her mother was talking about. She had been with many sexual partners in her lifetime, but when her and Jacob were together, it was like an intricate dance in which they both knew instinctively just how to move.
"Next week the two of you will be floating on your own little cloud. I promise you, when he makes love to his mother it'll be like nothing he's ever experienced." Jean said.
Michelle felt a surge of overwhelming excitement shoot through her body. She pressed her cute little toes hard against her sandals, flexing her long matronly legs. She felt her labial meat peel apart and vaginal juice trickle down into the crack of her ass. She felt her big breasts give out an excited quiver and her nipples harden into huge rubbery knots.
"Yes...I know it will." She whispered, her lips curling into a devilish little grin.
"So...is that a YES?" Gail asked anxiously.
Michelle peered over at her and Trudy with a smile.
"That's a yes." She said.
Gail and Trudy let out an excited cheer, like two little horny teenaged girls, bouncing in their seats and making their huge mommy-boobs jump.
The men outside heard them and smiled in through the window, shaking their heads. Little did they know that the source of their wives excitement was a big teenaged dick that would be hammering their pussies and making them cream.
Speaking of big teenaged dick, Laura's plump ass rested against Jacob, his tool buried so far up her shitter that only his big hairless scrotum was left tucked snuggly in her crack. She shifted her hips, up and back, up and back, digging his cock-head into the depths of her bowels. A froth of butt-butter escaped from her hole and ran down across Jacob's testicles.
"OH GOD!" Laura cried as her little legs began to shake.
She was leaning against Jacob, who was in his favorite position, on his back with his mouth stuffed full of breast-meat. He let his teeth scrape against her areola as he felt her young body convulsing.
Laura's sexy teenaged butt bounced on Jacob's dick for a little over twenty minutes before he before he blew his nuts. His meaty cock had made his cousin cream at least a dozen times and her young body shook yet again as he as the ropes of jism blasted from his cockhead.
"Holy shit, I envy the hell out of your girlfriend." She panted, laying flat against her big-dicked cousin.
This brought a huge smile to Jacob's face.
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Text: "Hi David."
"Hi Mary."
"Did you have a good lunch?"
"It was alright...and yours?"
"Delicious!"
The class was working in the Restaurant Room kitchen. Mary a pretty 22 year old woman with long raven black hair and bright blue eyes had started working next to David. Both were cutting up vegetables. Mitch a big guy with a goatee, and Alex, a short Argentinian man with short black hair who was about the same age as David, were working on the counter behind them. Both we listening in on David and Mary, Alex seemed to be listening with even more interest.
Mary then turned and patted Alex on the shoulder. "How's it going Alex?"
"It's cool. Just cutting up some meat here."
"Hmm, I'm afraid it's a bit crowded here I better move to another area to cut these up." With that Mary took her pan full of vegetables and moved to another part of the kitchen.
"I can tell she likes you."
David glanced back at Mitch. "Huh?"
"Can't you tell? She likes you, and I think she might have something for Alex also."
"Oh really?" Alex had a tense expression for a second.
"You mean like friend wise? Or boyfriend wise?" David asked, chopping off the head of a carrot.
"Not sure." Mitch thought for a second. " I think boyfriend wise."
"Well then Alex, she's all yours because I'm with Racheal." At this Alex seemed to relax and continue to work with his food item.
Later after the Restaurant Room was closing and nearly finished cleaning up, some of the class went into the dining area and took a rest. David took a seat and put his arms behind his head,while Racheal sat down on the floor next to his legs and leaned against them. She pulled out a copy of the school newspaper and began reading it. Felicity also took a seat and began chatting with some other girls. She was now teased for her magical transformation into a blackberry woman two weeks ago but it wasn't the bad kind of teasing but the nice joking type. She laughed with them but would still turn a little red in the face whenever someone brought it up. but she was< still her 'spring in her step' happy self, though a bit more cautious now about chewing gum at least in public. Alex sat down next to Mary and started talking to her. Mary seemed to be enjoying talking to Alex but once or twice she glanced at David when Alex wasn't looking.
David took one of his hands and ran his fingers through Racheal's beautiful almost shoulder length brown hair. This made her look up from her newspaper.
"What?"
"um, nothing, Rach."
"Well, let me read then." and she turned back to the paper. Racheal wasn't one to bother while reading. David glanced back to see if Mary had gotten the message but he couldn't tell if she did since she was happily chatting with Alex. 'One of those choices huh?' he thought to himself, he had never been in one since Racheal was the only girl he had ever been interested in and after two years he had finally won her over, but it was certainly in the way he had least expected. To make a long story short she had turned into a blueberry woman, and she need to be squeezed, and it was David who did that part. Felicity was the only other person who knew about it and David had a feeling he could trust her.
It here that Chef Rube came in and called their attention. "Right, I wanted all of us to meet together before we all go on our way home. I just to let you know that there will be a special mushroom dinner here tonight at 7:00. I'll need people to help prep and cook food. I only need a couple of people but more the better. So if you can make it come up here and sign up."
Several of the students got up, Mary went up then Alex got up and followed her to the front. David leaned forward over Racheal. "What about you?"
"I'd better not. I need to study."
"Do you think you'll need my help?"
"I'd rather not risk that either I don't want to get" she looked over her shoulder and smiled "distracted"
"Then I'm signing up. Sorry but you're going to loose your wall."
Racheal moved over so that David could get up to join the crew. They had about four and a half hours until the cooking crew had to come back to school so the man left with Racheal. After riding for a few minutes David asked "Hey Rach have noticed if it looks like any other girls like me?"
"Why do you ask?" she said suspiciously.
"It might be in my mind but I think Mary has a thing for me."
"Hmmm."
"But I hope she doesn't since I love you. I think she's having trouble deciding. I mean she seems to like Alex also."
"You think she likes Alex? Awww, they'd make a good couple."
"All the better since then I'd get to stop worrying about her hitting on me."
"She's flirting with you?" Racheal looked at David.
"No no, not really. She's sweet to me I'm just worried she'll kick it up a notch. She hasn't done anything for me to have a talk with her."
"If she does, maybe I should also talk to her."
"You?" David glanced over at his girlfriend. "I'm not sure you'd be all that 'nice' about it."
"What's that suppose to mean?"
"Well, you're pretty fierce when it comes to protecting what's yours."
"I am not!" and she gave him a little slap on David's arm.
"Remember last week? I tried taking some of your chips and you practically growled at me?"
"Okay, food is a different thing. I was starving and it was a small bag."
"You could have at least given me one."
"Oh, don't be a baby."
After another minute of driving, David pulled up to Racheal's house. "Here we are princess."
"Thanks Dave." She leaned over and kissed him on the lips. " Love you and I'll see you tomorrow." and she got out of the car.
"Love you too."
Racheal closed the door and went up to her house, David pulled out of the driveway and left. Things were going well for him and Racheal. They were passing their classes while finding time to spend with each other. They had slept together a few times, and a few more times they had done it the 'special way.' What that meant was that Racheal would have a dinner with some of the special Wonky gum, then turn into a berry of some sort and then the whole evening would be spent with him intensely juicing her. She had tried the blackberry cobbler but the blueberry was her favorite, having tried it two more times.
David then remembered that he had meant to show Racheal something. It was a new flavor that Wonky had just made, he even had it in his backpack pocket. Oh well this weekend maybe she'd try it. He drove home, ate a late lunch, showered, relaxed, then drove back to the college in his cooking uniform but he brought his back pack along that hold some casual clothes. Alex, Linda, Mary and the the other volunteers met him in the Restaurant room and waited for the Chef. David couldn't help but notice that Mary looked a little upset about something. The man didn't get much time to think about it because Chef Rube came in and began explaining the set up for the dinner.
15 minutes later the crew were all divided up and began to move out into the kitchens. But Mary stayed back and waited until everyone else was out expect for David.
"Hey Mary, are you okay?"
She shook her long black hair back. "No not really Dave."
"What's wrong?"
"Listen there are two boys I like. One of them is you, the other is Alex and I can't decide-"
"Mary, I'm with Racheal. Alex is available you two get along great."
But Mary didn't seem to look any better, she looked worse.
"I saw Alex hug Linda, today."
"Hey now, that doesn't mean they're dating. You should at least try to hook up with Alex-"
"I gotta get to work!" Mary whipped at her blue eyes and quickly went into the kitchen.
David stood still for a few seconds until entering the kitchen 'Sheesh, it's not it's the end of the world ,Mary.'
After working for about ten minutes David realized he hadn't taken his backpack to his locker. Finding it in the dinning room he quickly carried it to the back and secured it.
Other than that nothing really exciting happened that night. Everything went off perfectly. The patrons liked the food, nothing bad happened to David, Chef Rube thanked them for giving up their evening and helping. Some of the crew left early to go to work or they had to get home, among a few others David, Alex, and Mary were there. Mary wasn't looking at either Alex or David. while they were cleaning up. Once they had finished cleaning up Mary went on ahead to the lockers to chance, and Alex decided to wait around eat his late dinner. David went to the lockers as well to change.
After changing David was passing through the large open bakery when he heard a woman's voice call his name.
"David."
The man turned and saw that Mary was sitting on the large wooden bench table for working with dough. She was wearing a white t-shirt with blue jeans and a black jacket.
"Hey Mary. Um I don't think it's a good idea to sit on that. Dough goes on there and people eat that-"
Mary then held up a small silvery wrapping.
A strip of Wonky Gum.
"Where did you get that." David asked slowly, already having an idea.
"From your backpack. I saw it sticking out."
"Listen it's a good thing you didn't chew that before you saw me. That gum-"
"The dessert will turn me into a berry I know."
David was a bit stunned that Mary knew about the effects.
"How do you know?"
"Don't be mad at her but Felicity told me."
"What!?"
"Listen I'm torn between two men, you or Alex and neither of you is available. Felicity saw how upset I was so she made me promise not to tell anyone about the gum. She told me how you and Racheal were friends, until you juiced her and now the two of you are together. And Felicity said when her boyfriend saw her as a big berry he was instantly turned on. I decided that the first man I saw after changing would be the one that juices me!"
David held up his hands.
"Wait a second Mary! It's not like that! This gum isn't so sort of magical love potion! I had feelings for Racheal, and I think deep down she had feelings for me too, and the juicing of her broke some sort of barrier between us. And as for Tom and Felicity, well they were already a couple and Tom just liked seeing his lady in a new look like that! This isn't going to make me love you."
Mary seemed to be close to tears "Yes it will! It'll work! I've been alone for too long now! I want to be loved by a man!"
"Please listen Mary. You're a really cool girl. You and Alex get along great, I think you should at least ask him out."
"I saw him hugging Linda!"
"So what? I think she was hugging him! I'm sure that meant nothing!"
"What's it matter now? It's you I want now!"
And with that Mary unwrapped the gum and began chewing it.
'Aw great here we go again.' David thought to himself. 'If Racheal hears about this she will never let me live it down.'
After chewing for a few seconds Mary made a face. "Eww it-"
"Yeah I know, tastes like paper. Spit it out."
"No! WOW now it tastes great! Broccoli and cheese soup!"
"C'mon, Mary! Please listen! You're just going to loose some good clothing of yours!"
"Oh I know, David! I picked out stuff I wouldn't mind loosing." She continued to chomp on the gum. "Okay next it's cold pasta salad! I guess it's okay I didn't bring money with me for dinner today!"
"Mary, I'm very tired! And how do you know I won't flat out refuse to juice you! What if I just walk away!"
Mary didn't flinch, "Okay go ahead and leave me David. I won't stop chewing."
"Fine I'm going home!" David turned around and began to walk away but then he turned and ran back to Mary. "Please Mary! Stop chewing!"
"Nuh-huh! Sweet, it's barbecue ribs time! I love ribs!"
"They're great aren't they. Look spit the gum out, let's get together with Alex and I'll take both of you out to dinner for some REAL ribs."
"Not doing that David. I'm still chewing! And I think I'm nearly done with the ribs! Oh yes! It's here! Strawberry Shortcake! I can taste the strawberries and the whipped cream! I haven't had any this good in such a long time!"
"Aw crap" David muttered.
For another minute Mary chewed and chewed with much vigor. She keep looking at her hands hoping for some change.
"Is my face changing color?"
"No."
"Oh wait." thinking back to how Felicity started changing Mary pulled up one of the pant legs of her jeans, her tanned skin beamed out. She let out a sigh
"Why isn't it happening to me."
Without thinking David muttered "Maybe you should check your stomach."
"Good idea!" Mary pushed aside her jacket, curled her fingers beneath her white t-shirt, pulled up, and let out a squeal of joy to see her flat stomach turning a
bright red.
"Look David I'm turning into a strawberry woman!"
"That's nice."
The woman watched in fascination as the red spread up to her mid-section and down to her legs, she rolled up the t-shirt higher to watch it as much as possible. The coloring sank down her body lower, changing the skin color beneath her jeans. Once it had traveled to her arms and hands, Mary stopped gazing at her stomach and took to looking at her new red colored arms. She then bent over and once again pulled up a leg of her jeans to see the red color had reached her legs. The reddening woman looked up at David with a smile, all that remained of her tan skin was her forehead but in a few more seconds that would also turn bright red.
Mary gave a little giggled and did a little spin.
"Don't I look great with my new look ,David?"
"Well...it's different"
"Hmmm, well I'll look even better in a few minutes" she patted her stomach which then let out a low gurgle. By the tiniest centimeter it bulged out. The woman let out a little 'oooooooh' as her stomach gurgled a second time and jutted out slightly further.
She let out a relaxing sigh as she slipped off her jacket and laid it on the table, and then ran her fingers through her beautiful black hair as her tummy let out a third gurgle and enlarged slightly. Then with a fourth and loud gurgle her stomach suddenly sucked in, back to it's original flatness, then jutted back out in a much larger stomach.
"OOOOOOH!" Mary said happily, pulling her t-shirt up slightly to poke her own soft flesh. "There's at least a gallon in there David!"
David wasn't sure what to do. He wanted to leave her and go home, yet he wasn't sure if Alex was still there, and a berry woman couldn't be left alone like this for so many hours. 'Damn' he thought to himself.
Something different then happened, Mary's large stomach sucked itself back to it's thin look but the juice certainly didn't disappear. It traveled to her breasts. Her breasts filled out with strawberry juice and were well outlined by her t-shirt. Her stomach then refilled itself with even more juice than before.
"Now this is nice!" Mary said while feeling her new breasts, the red nipples were showing against the tight thin fabric. Her stomach pumped out more juice which traveled not to her breasts but to her thighs, painfully stretching out her jeans.
"Ouch! These jeans are tight!" she muttered as her stomach filled out again, even larger, tightening the waist of her jeans. "I'll just have to remove them I guess."
she said huskily. David went red in the face. For a moment she traced her finger against the button of her jeans, then unbuckled it and pulled the zipper down slowly.
Tucking her hands beneath her jeans she slowly pulled them down her thighs just in time too since her stomach pumped another batch of juice into her thighs. The red woman bent down and let her jeans falls to her knees, she looked up at David, her black strans falling around her head and a wicked grin on her face. Her breasts received another pump from her stomach, which were now stretching her shirt out, forcing her collar to be pulled down lower allowing David a good glimpse of her
enlarging breasts. David tried to look away.
Mary's breasts received several more pumps before her thighs , the orbs were now getting near watermelon sized. Somehow her white t-shirt was holding out.
The woman let her jeans fall to her feet then shook out and kicked them away. Her black panties were doing well considering what they were going through. The enlarging thighs and the on and off pressure the waistband was feeling was stretching them out. The berry woman seductively slipped one finger into the waistband of the underwear.
David hoped she wasn't going to remove them. The size of the breasts were reaching extremely large proportions now, they had to force their way out of her overstretched t-shirt collar, her nipples were now leaking out the bright red strawberry juice, staining her t-shirt.
The juice factory, or Mary's stomach, pumped and pumped her stomach growing bigger and bigger with each pump. The woman's legs were getting no where near the amount of juice as her boobs were. As the stomach and sides grew larger and larger with each pump, her arms plumped but were still movable.She didn't seem to mind she just laughed happily. David remembered how each berry inflation at been different so he tried to think about Mary's. Her breasts were taking in most of the juice and her legs were getting pulled in by her growing torso. The connection between the shape of a strawberry and her body was made, there was more juice going the upper half of Mary's body while less in her lower. The man wondered how much longer Mary's shirt and panties could hold out.
With her mid section huge now, there was nothing left of Mary's trim figure, she had gone from five feet seven inches to seven and a half feet. Her breasts were about five feet across each, the white t-shirt pulled way up from her belly and down from her collar, barely covering her nipples. By some miracle her now in comparison small plump legs were holding her immense body up. The stomach and thighs were full and stretched the leg holes and waistband of Mary's black panties that they had to take on the shape of a thong. For once a berrified girl could actually still move her plump arms. As David took note of this Mary slowly ran her arms down her juice filled body.The pumping stomach had been slowing down for a while only give small burst deliveries.
"Don't I look very lovely now, David?" Mary said while cupping one hand beneath one enormous boob.
"Ummm...you look different."
"Oh I know, I'm just so full of juice...soooo biiiig." her breasts grew out an inch further, torturing her poor shirt even more. The woman looked at her full red body and waited. After a full minute she looked back up and took a slow lumbering step towards the transfixed man.
" I'm ripe,juice me."
David took a step back. "Look, um, I-"
"I want to be juiced so badly! I gotta be juiced! I don't feel anything good right now, I have to be juiced to feel better!" She took two more loud steps towards David.
'Oh god I think I'm going to have to. Forgive me Racheal!' David thought while preparing himself to squeeze the ripe strawberry woman. The huge woman spread her arms wide open, her full chest sticking straight out.
"JUICE ME!"
"OH GOD YES!"
David hadn't said a word, he realized this as a figure jumped out between he and Mary. The form jumped and locked his arms around the body of Mary.
"I'll juice you Mary!" Alex said while enjoying the feel of Mary's soft warm flesh against the side of his face.
"Alex!" Mary said shocked. "I don't-damn he feels good pressed up against me like this." she muttered.
David just watched in shock as something unfolded.
"Oh god Mary I've been wanting to tell you how much I like you!" Alex said while tightening his hold on the woman.
"You do!? But I saw you hugging Linda?"
"She was hugging me! I didn't mind, she hugs everyone."
"I told you." David muttered.
"Oh-well-I" David had a feeling that she was blushing even though her whole face was strawberry red.
"Will you go out with me?" Alex asked.
"Uh, sure when?"
"How about tonight? After I get some work finished here" He gave Mary a little squeeze which she responded with a purr.
"Sounds good."
David thought this was probably the oddest way a guy could ask a girl out.
Alex then climbed a foot up Mary massive body and planted a kiss on her blood red lips, when he pulled back he licked his own.
"Hmm I love strawberries."
"Thanks I-" Mary was then interrupted by a tearing sound. She looked down and saw several holes growing in her overstretched t-shirt.
"Oh dear my shirt is ripping."
"I better hold on tight"
*RIIIIIIP!* *BROMMTH!!*
Mary's clevage hit full bloom once it's restraint was gone. Her orbs struck Alex's body pushing him off her. However her body lost it's balance causing her to fall forward on top of Alex smothering him.
"Are you okay!?" She yelled out fearfully!
She felt his hands lively grabbing at her. "Oh yes!" she heard his muffled voice happily proclaim.
Mary let out a moan and put her head down. "Y'know. It was only you I ever liked. David's a good guy but I think I was just trying to make you jealous. But I'm glad he's with Racheal, I don't feel bad now."
"They're a good couple." Alex said giving Mary another delightful squeeze.
David was starting to feel it was time to go. He quickly unzipped his backpack and began searching for his reverse gum.
"So where shall we go after wards?" Mary asked from atop Alex.
"It's gonna have to be someplace open late at night. It's going to take a while to get all of this out of you.' He gave her a pat.
"How about Shirley's?"
"Maybe I might be the mood for burgers." he ran his finger down the waistband of her panties.
David kept looking.
"Alex, these are kind of tight on me could you?"
"Sure." Alex tucked his fingers into her panties, pulled away by only an inch. Then he felt the cloth tear away from his hands as her panties shot of her body like a slingshot, David heard them land somewhere behind him.
"Aaah, much better." Mary sighed.
David finally found the gum he went to the Mary/Alex form. "Hey Mary!"
"Hmmm, yes David? Oh yeah thanks for the gum."
"Yeaah, you're welcome. Just don't take anything from me without asking all right?
"Uh-huh"
"Listen...are you listening?"
"Yeah what!?"
"This is the reverse gum. He juices you, you chew this, you're back to normal. Get it?"
"Got it."
"Good. I'll lay it here. GOOD NIGHT!"
David left the kitchen thinking about the odd day. "God, I want to Racheal this weekend. That was just weird. Why do I keep turning women around me into berries? Am I cursed or something?"
Then he thought about how he had made himself, Racheal, Felicity, Tom, Mary, and Alex happier.
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Collin stepped out of the shower followed by a cloud of hot steam. He started to reach for a large towel hanging from a bronze hook beside where he stood, but stopped upon seeing his figure peering back at him in the fogged over wall size mirror. He was a good-looking male, and his muscles defined even by German Shepherd standards. He had always taken vast prided on his physical structure.
His coat was a shade of brown that faded into white. He desipised his coloration even as far back as grade school he had hated it. In his mind it made him look feminine. He could get it up for either sex and it had gotten him dates with one or two guy in the past, but that never led to the role he wanted to play. It was always the males with the black and white fur that got the bitch; the bitch mind you with the brown and white fur. His own mate had left him a month before for a black and white furred male.
Collin moved his gaze down the mirror following the centerline of his washboard stomach until his eyes fell on his manhood. The tip of his penis was protruding slightly from its sheath. In some strange way, this game of self-critique was very arousing, and the thought of his excessively feminine coloration had led Collin to create a mental picture of himself as a female, perky boobs, tight pussy and all.
Without wholly apprehending what he was doing the German Shepherd walked closer to his image, his right paw sliding leisurely down his abdomen to his sheath, and his left paw pressing delicately against the reflective glass of the mirror. Continuing onward the pads of his right paw, still dripping warm water from his recent shower, glided across the head of his dick, and massaged down in between his penis and the skin that surrounded it when limp. He continued pushing deeply into himself until he became fully erect.
Collin closed his eyes picturing the freshly created image of his female self bent prostrate over his bathroom counter with her tail raised in welcoming anticipation, and her bouncy breasts hanging down over the marble sink. She had her head bent back peering over he shoulder at him a look of pained longing worn upon her face. Collin was not going to be one to let her, no himself, down.
Cupping his right paw Collin placed the shape it made in front of the tip of his wet dick. The pads of his paw made contact with his more tender private area, and Collin lunged his hips out driving his shaft forward. He envisioned his member sliding deep into his female counter part, expanding the lips of her willingly exposed pussy. He let out a slight growl of pleasure, as he pulled back from his paw only to lung forward again just before the head of his shaft exited his grasp. He imagined his bitch self arching her back, and driving down on him, her breasts moving unreservedly with her motions as she moaned orgasmically for more.
Collin continued pleasuring himself at a rhythmic pace until he felt precum oozing onto the palm of his paw from the tip of his penis. His rhythm broke and his tempo quickened, giving way to sweat idyllic chaos. Finally, he could take no more, and began to climax. His dick throbbed, as he pictured his orgasming female self filled up with his seed, her vagina overflowing with his sexual juices as they dripped from the edges of her pussy and down in white drops to the grey tile floor.
Then the vision broke. Collin's cum shot from his balls, and collided with the mirror, running down its smooth surface in a gooey white mess.
"Fuck", Collin swore between heavy panting breaths. He had meant to jizz in the sink, but in his ecstasy had forgotten almost even that he was only masturbating.
He stood with both paws gripping his marble counter for what seemed like hours until his exhausted panting ceased. He gazed languorously at his tribute to the alternative arts, eventually deciding he was too tired to pay any heed to it. He turned and left his semen splashed across the mirror in an outlandish mosaic. He walked, with his dick still partially erect out of the bathroom, and across his hardwood bedroom floor. Collin upon reaching its foot collapsed on the king size bed that he once had shared with his mate and wife.
As his naked body hit the dark brown comforter, his half conscious mind realized that what he really wanted was companionship. He tried to imagine his wife lying quietly asleep beside him; even tried to imagine his female self with him in his bed. Nothing worked. It appeared that pretending was only going to get Collin so far on this night. He fell asleep, naked and still soaking wet, alone in the middle of his bed; to tired to even pull back the sheets and cover himself up.
Sorry that it was short, not very well written, and ended on a lightly negative note. It is the introduction to a small series that I am going to post in portions as I complete them. I promise that by the end of it I will have put Collin through much more then just pawing off in his master bathroom. The action has not even gotten started, so stay tuned for segment two and in the meantime stay furry everyone! | Chapter 1: A little warming up by Nightclaw | [
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WITHIN THE VALLEY, written by Plexadonn.
(the events here are entirely fictional, though based on a real experience - a camping trip with my uncle, his son and my father. For the soundtrack, John Denver's magick is essential, as the metaphysics and philosphy used in this story pertain to him greatly).
Please let me know of any odd mistakes I missed, as I had to rewrite this to make it "furry". It takes place on an alien planet called Kologa, in the country of Ertethia.
1
Within the valley, The Great Valley it was called, lingered the refreshing, heated and invigorating climate of Summer. In the utterly high elevation, and quite far from any large bodies of water, the air in the mountainous region of North Ertethia was plagued with little or no humidity, leaving the dry, crisp air to be breathed freely - save for the trace amounts of dust, pollen and ash that was scattered throughout the atmosphere.
Along with this came a strange sense of enterprise and adventure that infested the minds of many, any sentient beings. Families, individuals, animals of every single kind in nature and Life, desired to be rid of their foundations, if only for one day: a reprieve of harsh stress and misery, or to increase mirth and joyful loving which was already present.
As if by some unseen psychological force, people craved the experience of something slightly foreign, to be away from the housing and sight of the gloom and shadows of their homes or places of work, and to see the world at its peak of tranquility before the comfortable Summer began to change into the colder seasons of Autumn and Winter.
Even those unfortunate enough to lose sight of natural life, they still could not permanently ignore the call of the clear blue mountain lands. All sentient life, no matter how lost to modern, sheltered society, eventually would see the fire raining in the sky, and the shadows from the starlight. Life would be refurbished then, and spirits would join with the planet, Kologa, once more.
Emotions ran rampant, as well. Sexual energy seemed to be escalating now, higher than any other time of year. Unions would be seen and experienced by millions of excited youths; revitalized passion and affairs of rekindled fire would light up the lives of hundreds and hundreds of long-time lovers and friends. In minds, those partners and lovers lost in darkness, would sit around the campfires in the mind; anyone could and most certainly would find Love there, anywhere in the Summer, in any sort of way.
Like the season around them - the season of the Heart - teenage folk and their close counterparts, the young adults, found themselves utterly restless and longing for these new experiences the most, more than any spiritual seeker or mountain climber. In the school halls, the male persuasion wandered through their typical monotony with little else on their mind other than to satisfy their lust for the carnal things.
George was no exception to this seemingly ubiquitous rule of lust. The Wind is a symbol for all that is free, and George felt like he was the wind, and on it he flew with his spirit wings, and constantly sang to it, shouting loudly to the planet of his desires and respect.
He was a young student of sixteen, a young and grey-colored canine, with a fire in his heart and a light in his eyes, and his heart full with the desire for adventure.
Occasionally, those in his circle of friends pondered with one another about his ways of life, whether or not he was being too risky with his decisions and if he was flying too high.
His parents knew nothing of that, though. To them, George seemed to be incapable of focusing his attention on one hobby for too long, or one person for too long. His romantic interests in other boys had been settled upon long before his high school days, and now he was on a quest to discover the untold aspects of sex. He wanted to experience everything that two males could do with each other, with only their bodies - the Heart, Spirit and Mind - and environment of Kologa.
His heart burst explosively with passion when he was in intimate contact with his male lovers; he did not need to own or need, but just to hold and see those smiles and feel the warmth of a willing body, and to feel their auras ignite with each other. George simply wanted to pour his heart into Life, and the lives of others, as many as he could, and promote the goodness of his kind.
While never being caught at school secretly fornicating in the showers or in a public facility with his current boyfriend (as he often loved to), he had not been so careful and lucky at home. It was at this time his mother discovered his tastes in sex, and he felt ashamed of his lack of respect for their quite obvious desire to not have these activities in their home. The woman did not see much of anything during her own fiery experience, only that her son was engaged in a passionate kiss with one of his friends, while they simply lie on his bed and both dressed only in underwear.
She explained that she did not enjoy it at all, which of course was apparent and did not need explanation. But he was greatly thankful she did not punish him, belittle him with tremendous tidal waves of guilt, or worse, disown him. He learned then that she was more tolerant and intelligent than this, and as was his father. But of course they were; George's parents had more important things to worry about than that of their gay son. His paranoia about the World crashing down and bringing him to the deepest parts of despair dissolved slowly.
In George's embarrassment and desire to let his mind relax from his worry, he very strongly wished to escape their company in order to let the news settle in for them, and for him to recompose himself. Thus, he was quick to request his accompaniment on his uncle Stan's solo camping trip up into the mountains for three days (give or take).
Summer now, no more school days for a little while, and in George's situation of irresponsibility, he had no obligations that tied him to his house or hometown. It was explained by Stan that his trip would consist mostly of fishing and, probably, extensive hiking, in a strange search for unrevealed relics. Apparently, the land he was planning on invading had been a place ancient pre-war occupancy, and that he wanted to look for relics and the like.
Stanley was a large man, much like George's father, Frederick. Both men had been laborers for most of their lives - starting in their teenage years - and both worked mostly in construction or pipe-fitting occupations. This left them both with impressive and comfortable musculature that did not look forced and awkward, like the jocks at school with their perfectly contoured bodies. Uncle Stan's strength came from real, strenuous work; his strength was in the heart and in his confidence.
And although much of a pervert, with a very vulgar and tactless sense of humor, George felt a strange attraction to the man, his uncle Stanley; the boy admired the man's candor, even if such a thing stemmed from some kind of social idiocy and probably slight brain damage from long-beaten alcoholism.
His father's lineage was from the oldest societies of dog. Stan and father possessed dark skin, and dark fur, along with very strong facial features. These men were endowed with large hands, thick and strong arms, and deep voices. They were the epitome of masculine strength and beauty. George wondered many times if he would grow into the same kind of person, if his life would turn him towards the labor and path of growth. It was unlikely though, as he was naturally a lean person and fair-skinned with much lighter hair: a trait from his mother's lineage.
Nevertheless, he was eagerly anticipating the adventure with Stan.
Stanley and George had packed their necessary things, George bringing along several books to read in case he needed or wanted them, during the hours before sleep or during a pause between hikes. But Stan assured his nephew that they would have plenty of things to do while out in the wilderness. And yes, that they would, for Stanley insisted on bringing along his only acoustic guitar and banjo, the persuaded his nephew to do the same with his own guitar and fiddle.
Both of the boy's instruments had been gifts from the adult, who was now his temporary guardian for the trip. Stanley had quickly taken a shine to the boy once learning of George's interest in the Art of music. Stan, having played fiddle and banjo since he was younger than George, insisted on the boy having access to these things, hoping that some day he would bloom with them, and allow his skill to speak the language of the planet and breathe the music of the Sky. Secondly, he had a longing for teaching and helping to develop those skills, and eagerly looked forward to the few days when George would accompany him with the instruments.
All these things they housed in the enclosed bed of Stanley's pickup truck, being certain to keep all the items situated properly to not allow them to scatter and fall together; they were especially careful packing up the fragile guitars and violin. Stanley, as explained to George long before the boy could conjure any false impressions, was going to take as little accommodations as possible.
This would not be a luxurious outing, and they would not be within range of any conveniences and Stanley most certain was not about to forsake this ideal for even the slightest kind of aid from modern society. The most advanced pieces of equipment he was bringing were the truck, two flashlights and a mobile telephone (which would be turned off unless either male experienced a major injury during the trip).
In George's excitement for the adventure, and his eagerness to be rid of the presence of his perturbed parents, the boy had completely disregarded the possible ridicule and harassment he could receive from his uncle. And he only realized this folly during the traveling, as the truck noisily flowed along the road and polluted the countryside with its poisonous noise, and noiseless poison.
"So your mother tells me you uh... got them homosexual tendencies?" It made George sad, embarrassed that he could have allowed this to happen. With this sort of subtle accusation, the boy could feel the sunshine drain from his soul, and quite quickly, inspired by the hatred and intolerance showered by millions in regard to his persuasion, George suddenly felt that he did not deserve to enjoy life. The prejudice was like those thoughts of paranoia that brought him down to the depths of misery that which clipped his wings and silenced the Wind of the father sky.
Paranoia, such evil paranoia, was cruel.
However, Stanley did not express the sort of merriment out of being cruel as George had expected. The boy had fantasized the grin of mockery on his uncle's face, and the idea that he was now obligated to sustain three or more days of emotional torture from the wild, feral filth was only the sweetest flavor in Stanley's mouth. George could imagine the laugh and the hissing snicker, being called a "fag" or "a cocksucker"... the poor boy shuddered.
None of this. Not any of these insane delusions of hatred graced the boy. Stanley, in a very rare show of compassion, actually seemed to understand that paranoia, and expressed his deepest sympathies for the boy. His uncle, the man having now grown some kind of completely foreign respect for this lifestyle, appeared now - to George - to be much more Pure than his mother had constantly made him out to be. The man's face, upon hearing from George that he was indeed a homosexual, showed tolerance, and other than this one notion, nothing else. And why should he be disturbed or disgusted? George's homosexuality did not affect his uncle's life, and did not threaten him in the slightest.
George was impressed with the neutrally-acceptance in his family. While being fairly quiet and relatively sheltered in their roundabout routines in suburban life, they had shown the young boy that even here in his city, and in his own family - their Hearts - the wind and peaceful love permeated all those souls of Kologa around him, in some way. There was no Evil and oppression, no hatred to be heard of. And with this, he could fly again. Even farther, he shared the freedom he felt when he flew, with all of his family, and they would never bring him down again.
2
George remembered the very first instance he had gazed upon the place, their destination today. It resembled a smaller sort of valley, a field dressed with a multitude of painful scrub and unattractive-looking dry brush and scattered rocks. All this was situated between two jagged hills of rock and soil, naked and stripped of its trees, while all the vegetation grew thickly and impressively at the far end, opposite the valley to the road.
During their previous visit, George's father and Stanley had entered the valley and idled slowly through it, parking their vehicles at the mouth of the forest at the far end and had managed to reveal a hidden pathway within the dense vegetation, a vanished trail of sorts that had been beaten into the soil under their feet. It was practically useless now, being so overgrown that it would take weeks to reestablish what someone or some people had done many years ago.
Still, it did remain there, slightly visible and technically useable, if one did not mind the extensive effort that would be required of any willing soul to traverse the hills, to penetrate the dense forest and explore the terrain beyond.
The path, if followed properly, lead around a treacherous and meandering corridor that attacked the dogs with thorns and bristles, covering their legs with mud and swarming their faces with insects. But withstanding this gave the gift of natural, planetary beauty.
It was a simple, happy shoreline, next to the river: a simulacrum of the great beaches of the ocean, and a minor cousin of the more rapid, wider rivers (not quite as far). And as relaxing and hypnotic as the rapidly-flowing stream was, as brisk and brightly clear its fluid was, the river was potentially lethal.
Especially to one boy as small as George, the quickened pace closer to the center of the river would wash him away into the wilderness, and forever to be doomed, too fast to be saved by his powerful uncle.
It was easy to see the neutrally-colored grey rocks making the bed of the river, nearer the shore, and the sharper, deadly rocks in the center that lie in threatening danger. However, upon emerging from the tangled forest and looking leftward and venturing into the water, the two found a peaceful and safe pocket of water close to the rockface that made the mountain of one side of the valley. This pocket, the still water, was trapped and kept free of the undertow, and George imagined, pleasantly, how it would feel to bathe his dirty and hot body in there after a long day with Stan.
Stanley explained that he, many a time, had done this sort of practice. He used to sunbathe on this secluded beach, and shower himself in the waterfall of the pocket, using the vines to keep himself afloat, and splashed about playfully in the stream. George then imagined himself doing this, as well, wading into the water naked, and letting the breeze chill him to his very bones, and the cold water burning him, his flesh all exposed to Nature, and letting the planet inundate him with its ultimate stimulation.
He wanted to be infused with the warmth of the sun, and the compassion of the moonlight. The boy could focus it into sexual energy, and this he frequently loved doing. To bring himself close to such passion, to release himself with an orgasm caused by the planet, fuelled by that deep warmth of sunshine, or the freezing winds during winter... and the soft glow of moonshine, washing across his entire body and psyche.
The connection, such a joining of canine being and the spiritual, explosive energy of Kologa, was the second greatest experience of living existence. It did not exactly pale in comparison to sex exchanged between two sentients, but it was most certainly not as invigorating.
George understood that with his uncle close by, and the adult wanting to spend quite the bulk of their time together, the boy possibly could not find a chance to experience his spiritual climax, might not get around to fusing himself with the planet in metaphysical ecstasy. Yet, he was fairly certain that Stanley would not mind it much, if the boy clambered back out of their tent and trudged through the forest to his meeting place with the Love of Kologa. But... maybe the adult would not understand.
During their hiking and the first time they attempted to fish in the river, there was, sadly, little conversation between them. Even during the few minutes of rest during which they rehydrated and renourished themselves, they found words to be broken and stuck in their mouths, and only awkward sentences managed their way outward.
George was young, and relatively inexperienced at Life, and he also was unsure of how he could possibly relate to an adult of such experience and adventure as Stanley. His uncle, divorced from marriage and essentially unemployed, while having plenty of money to sustain himself in modern society, was not exactly what one would label as "successful". But the sort of success and wisdom he had, the kind that George found to be attractive and interesting, was the knowledge of the planet and the life of those before them, the Natives that lived in the countryside centuries before them.
Stanley certainly did attempt pleasantries, however. He gave his all with topics ranging from George's business with school, if any of his friends were musicians and wilderness adventurers like him, and even introduced the boy's love life. Stanley seemed very interested in how many boyfriends George had, how many he had been with, favorite positions... and this last part the boy knew was a joke, given away by the ferocious chuckle.
"Are you a top or bottom?" He actually queried this! George knew the answer, that he was almost always a 'bottom', but he did not respond right away, and both of them laughed about it heartily. Other queries made their way through their conversation throughout the day, and the mere interest lead George to disprove his family's harsh and negative opinions of this usually oafish dolt. Stanley was proving to be less bigoted and intolerant than anyone had expected.
George could still see the goofy smile upon the man's countenance, but underneath was quite an obvious foundation of something else; interest, yes, though it could have been something more potent, or potentially more sinister. George let his mind infuse with his carnality, that rampant crave for excitement deep in the primitive canine mind: that place that allowed us all to lust and crave ignorantly and hurtfully. The boy imagined his uncle in his place, imagined the gentleman touching him, and with guilt and awkwardness, George imagined himself submitting to his uncle, letting his hands encompass that muscular and robust body.
This fueled the passion of distraction even further. Stanley's interest, the first time he had spoken of George being gay, had given this weekend adventure an unwanted air of peculiarity. And now, with Stanley's persistence, he had driven his nephew to unspoken and hidden desires that had oozed from the deepest swamp in his cluttered psychology. It was part lust and part disappointment; that Uncle Stanley could do this to a young man such as George, was unfair and uncalled for.
Yet what could the boy do? He would not allow this setback in life stop his flight; his wings would only grow stronger from these feelings, and if he should experience his uncle like that... there lay in darkness a path that he was unclear of, but he was willing to learn when the tides brought this to him.
George soon grew very comfortable with this, however. The two males had shuffled themselves into a sort of dialogue that grew more fearsome and silly with each passing minute: George growing more candid and playful with his own questions.
Yes, the boy had insisted on his uncle reciprocating in every instance. They picked and prodded at each other with growing curiosity and amusement, and George felt like this exchange of data truly helped the two bond more spiritually, though inconsequentially.
It was when Stanley wondered if George, at any time, had been with an adult in these sorts of spiritual passions, that the boy faltered. He felt somewhat embarrassed by the question, and briefly wondered if he should take this in stride as insinuation, accusation, or some kind of perverted curiosity.
The answer: No, of course he had not. It was something that which he did occasionally fantasize, however, an experience he wished his mind could know: the act of spiritual bond to an adult while still in his youth, when his wings were bright and shimmering, and still aglow with love for Life - when he could share the glimmer with a mature man whose wings were duller now.
Yet, he could not bring himself to peruse this endeavor (although it could not rightfully be called such). It was curiosity, and he would not waste too much mental energy, or stress himself out over something as trivial and benign as masturbating his perversions and corrupted egocentricities.
Although he never had the opportunity, he was greatly relieved. This ideal was something he longed for on a highly spiritual and intellectual level and the act would need to be special to him, passionate without being hurtful. Yes, he could easily seek out some unstable, older pervert to fulfill the fantasy, but this would only destroy his aura and he would forever be destroyed by a poison of life. This would need to wait in order to ensure that both parties involved would benefit and grown from it. Otherwise, George would rather never bother with the goal.
George silently understood that no amount of sexual adventure, with those his own age, older or younger, beast or otherwise, would ever help him grow properly. It would not help him or anyone else in the slightest. For how could a person learn and mature in this World, in this manner of Living, with such primitive and unbecoming, blind lust? All that would come of this would be frustration, confusion, and leave him abandoned on the frozen planes of ice below the hearth of the planet, where the spirit was static and unfeeling. And George would rather commit suicide than succumb to this fate. He wanted to experience the sex, yes, but would not throw his life away simply for that.
Nor would he rush headlong into an early grave, balanced on the biggest wave. George soared like an Eagle, sometimes needing neither comfort nor pause, just the desire to infuse himself... but terrestrial comforts called to him so frequently. Uncle Stanley was one of these comforts.
3
The remainder of their day consisted of Stanley becoming a little too heated and exhausted, thus the amount of hiking decreased significantly. Before retiring for the day, he wanted to do a bit more of land surveying for plans tomorrow.
George could see the man suffering slightly in the heat, his body becoming slightly hunched and being covered with sweat and looking weathered. The adult looked like a laborer out here, and less of a free flying spirit such as George. But no, it was not his spirit that suffered, for that fire in his Soul burned just as brightly as his nephew's (it seemed); it was merely his body, too battered and too tired from long and hard living. The body was only the shell of the soul, but in this very case, the flesh must certainly be given its due, for it utter and humiliating control over us all, canine, human, feline, reptile alike. As much as Stanley wanted to continue, he now needed to retire.
Before this, Stanley had successfully burned two wondrous images into Stanley's mind. First was the small mouth of an eroded cave system, this particular pocket of stone facing the interior of the valley and looking out onto the highway. Second was a very tall and fatal cliff that the two males had managed to ascend and lie prone upon, looking down to their ultimate deaths if they should happen to fall. But this was a thrilling episode, and the racing of their hearts had been a pleasant paradise in excitement.
Both of these places, George and Stanley wished to return to the next day and further explore and they agreed to be sure to find the time for it. For right now, both desired a repose from exercise, and to consume food: a meal, moreover. Stanley built a fire around their designated area and proceeded to cook up some kind of sausages and green beans from a tin can.
Stanley had insisted on decorating the truck with a camouflage of branches and leaves, to help shade it from the eyes of the passersby on the highway. This place was apparently "private-property", and he did not wish to risk having a sheriff called to investigate.
During the nightfall, Stanley's mood shifted in tune with the ascending reddish-gold colors of twilight. Situated about the fire, opposing each other, the man felt himself turn more demure and he acquiesced to the boy's silent desires to learn more of him, and be rid of the typical personality that he was accustomed to. Stanley, although interesting and wise for all his years, was incredibly rude and vulgar, as stated before; if one could withstand the barrage of disharmonies from the man's lips, conversation could be quite intriguing.
For another hour after the meal, both males practiced their Art on the musical instruments stored in the truck. Stanley played his songs, his old time Mountain Music, and George displayed his more modern styles, taking inspiration from some of the rock and pop music he listened to occasionally, and both inspiring each other: playing rock music in country style, or some folk music in blues style.
With the rhythmic melodies from the fiddle and the continuo from the banjo, came Spirit embodied as sound. They played the sounds of the planet, spoken via their souls and the rough edges of their fingertips. This was the song of the Wind, and George had learned it long ago, the notes cascading upon their bodies, notes and tones like the ancient gods of the country, each forgotten deity taking those sounds of the Soul and lighting the way towards perfection.
If sound was visible, if the body could unite with it, separated from its mind, the mind fusing with music, what shape could form? It would be spiral, spinning outward towards the Universe... or it would be circular, encompassing them with the planet, eternally circulating the energy through their ears.
All this flowed through them, but went unnoticed. They simply played with all their heart and loved every second of it.
And though George loved talking with Stan, hearing the words and stories of past shenanigans and jokes, and playing music with him, the boy could only take so much in one day. And as night was approaching fast after the twilight, the ascending shadows were coming to bring the darkness, and the sleep that would be induced closely afterwards.
"Are you falling asleep on me?" Stanley inquired. The answer was obvious, however, for George had been drifting into a state of sleepy stupor for about twenty minutes after their set, and he quickly took the advice of his uncle that they should both go to bed.
They had set up their tent upon reaching their destination, and the comforts of makeshift beds lie within for both of them: sleeping bags. The night air would soon turn cold, and the atmosphere would descend ice and chill upon them, eventually covering all with frost and cold dew; thus, the bags of plush down and padding would be a very welcome companion to them.
As they entered their tent, the males sharing one such device, Stanley explained that he usually preferred to enjoy sleeping without the confines. But, as he said before, his age made the elements of the planetary weather affect him more severely than before, in his younger days. In his youth he could have slept outside by the fire (which they kept burning instead of dousing it). But with the threat of a freezing rain or a bothersome, feral raccoon possibly, Stanley did not want to risk his health and discomfort.
In the shadows of the tent, and the faint, orange-colored hue of the fire, George could see the moving body of his uncle, and the faintest, minute details of his being. He watched and listened to him groan with some displeasure, stripping his clothes off to his underwear, and letting them crumple in a pile on the other side of his pillow. As he nestled down into his sleeping bag and grunted again, George wished that he could have seen the episode in the light; the boy admired his uncle, not only for his wisdom, but for his physical body, the power of his arms and the thick abdomen, the ultimate body of the male being.
George was now unguilty of feeling an attraction to his uncle's being. He found the skin tone and color of his deep-brown fur beautiful - the darkness of it - how the colors changed in shade around his face and the deep tenor of his voice, and his capability for strength and unrefined passion. Stanley could be as kind or as cruel as he wished, with his strength, violence and mind... and that he chose to give kindness, to bestow wisdom and aid in a youth's experience made him the perfect Canine Being, as far as George was concerned.
The boy fell asleep, his sex engorged with the thought of his uncle taking him into his embrace, both physical and spiritual. George usually enjoyed to have music playing, to rock him to sleep as it did when he was an infant. But here, this was unnecessary, for the shadow from the starlight was softer than any lullaby he could imagine.
Sleep came quickly for both, and both fell silently into the pleasant void, deeply and warmly.
As Stan had feared, the air froze and death hung close by to take away the insects that could not withstand it. The canine males in the vinyl, unnatural tent would go untouched by the frost and ice, the cold winds. They were not interrupted by the various, scavenging, critters of the nocturnal nature. The sounds of other animals calmed them fully, and the pale glow of the moon high above in orbit soothed their brains as it should.
Sunlight awoke George. Fire returned, as usual, the star spreading heat and yellow light across this side of Kologa, thus awakening the day creatures. The boy yawned, his mouth spreading open wide, and he felt sticky in the heat. The tent had trapped their breath and body temperature, causing them both to sweat and feel slightly uneasy in their bags.
George sighed then, and sat up, twisting his torso around to crack the bones in his spine.
"Sleep well?" Asked Stanley, it was clear to the boy that his uncle had been awake for some time before him.
"Yeah, I guess." Stanley then sat up as well, allowing George to see his uncle's exposed torso. It truly was impossible to not admire, for George did think Stanley was the epitome of male beauty.
The adult had a bit of girth around his torso and abdomen, adding to his weight and strength, which only aided the impressive and attractive amount of musculature. Although the mere sight of men such as this excited the boy, it was not merely the body and promise of passionate sex with it: it was also the sense of strength.
George was both protected by and vulnerable to his massive uncle. Those hands could guard or kill, and this thought soothed him. The boy stared, unaware of doing such, and found the sight of his nearly-naked relative easy to love and enjoy. The idea that Stanley would abuse him in regards to some awful, primitive dog-like instinct did not enter the boy's mind. He respected and loved this fellow canine, and he refused to fathom the notion that his uncle would lose his mind and lose his Purity like that.
Stanley was extremely hirsute for a canine, the entirety of his body being covered with intense, thick fur. Heaviest upon his abdomen - upon his stomach area - sparser on his chest, spreading to his arms and legs and thickening there, growing dark and deep upon his thighs, forearms, and sparser on his back as well (which George could not see right now). It looked soft and comforting. It was raw and animalistic in a way, yet confined to the fate of the advanced canine condition, and the male body. Exciting, yes.
With these fantasies, these passionate desires, George felt his genitals grow, and felt himself grow erect in his boxers. With this, he became aware that his bladder would need to be emptied soon. And he badly wished to do both, to release his sperm and climax upon himself, and then to rinse it out with his urine, as naturally as could be. It would never happen, unfortunately, with Stanley sitting there, watching him.
It was not so strong that he would need to flee quickly and urinate in the bushes outside the tent, but he felt a bit embarrassed this morning for sexually fantasizing about his uncle, and he did wish to be out of his sight.
Thus, he stood up, "I need to take a leak." His erect phallus promptly fell out of its fabric confines and hovered exposed to both of them, Stanley unmistakably eyeing it completely. George of course could just have tucked it back in and went out with a chuckle, but he only managed to slurp in air through his lips and sink back to his 'bed', then tried to rearrange himself. He spoke nothing more than an "oops", and his face turned pink.
"Wow," Stanley breathed, his eyes a bit wider than usual and a smirk on his face. "You got a pretty big dick, man."
George knew he should probably flee quickly, simply to avoid any antagonistic remarks, or degrading jokes, any verbal assault. But he could not; in his mind something seized him and anchored him to the sleeping bag, paralyzed him - his face grown stern now - something in his mind did not want him to leave. He simply sat there in confusion, wondering if Stanley would want to watch his nephew, or maybe expose himself as well. Desires, silly desires.
"You gonna take care of it?" The adult wondered; his grin had left and he spoke quietly. Both males were still slightly away from reality with the remnants of slumber still in their brains.
George glared at his uncle; though not quite with malice, he was cautious. "What do you mean?"
"You could jerk off, and let me watch. Or I could help you out a little bit if you wanted." He was cautious as well, it seemed, for he spoke slowly, not wanting to scare his nephew, or upset him.
George did not respond with words, but with his eyes; he stared at his relative, letting his tongue slip out and moisten his lips. He might have smiled, but neither of them paid it any attention. Stanley moved slightly in his bag and reached forwards for his nephew. The boy was exposed to the air and his uncle's hand, although his erection was now back into his home, and Stanley was eager to find it again.
George shivered when he felt the adult touch his member, Stan using his thick forefinger to stroke its length, pushing lightly and rubbing gently. The boy loved it, he loved the sensation of the adult's hand now fully gripping his sexual parts, and he was overjoyed that his uncle wanted to play. He saw Stan move closer, could gaze upon his well-built temple and even receive a hint of his odor, and he would not stop this now.
"Is it okay? Can I play with it?" Stanley, still cautious, was eager as well, and only wanted to be sure that his nephew would enjoy it. George agreed to it, and his mind wanted him to submit... yes, something there in the darkness begged him to allow the loss of control. His spirit was glowing so effervescently, practically bursting the shell of inhibitions that made the boy's mind, letting the bright white of lust ripple across his synapses.
Did he wish to give in completely? It depended, truly, on the manner of lust in which Stanley wished to bestow on him. But no darkness descended upon him this morning, only a passion and an unfulfilled, erotic curiosity. Stanley did not wish to abuse his nephew or torment him into submission. He was an evolved, sentient creature, after all, and only wanted to share an experience. Love, utterly defined as pure.
Their eyes met, just once, both wanting certainty for the situation. Both consented, both longed for this and wanted to enjoy the proceedings. There would be no more hesitation or curiosity now: only experience. Both males stood at the precipice of spiritual enterprise, George's Wings as bright as any white sun could be, flung open and ready to take flight, and in his hand was the hand of his uncle's, the adult's Wings reflecting the shine of the youth's, pleading - as if in tears - to be taken along for the flight. And George would take the gentleman with him, most definitely.
Stanley freed his nephew's eager and erect member from the underwear, holding the bulk of it in his hand, softly squeezing and admiring it. "Mmm," he sighed, "looks real nice." The adult stroked it smoothly, molding the soft flesh with his fingers and very slowly masturbating his nephew. The heat trapped in the tent from the morning sun was enough to cause light-headedness, and now with this new and magnificent stimulation, and with George's heart beating so rapidly now, it was even hotter. The boy began to sweat more heavily, and he welcomed the sensation; the heat seemed to sustain his passion even stronger.
George then felt his uncle's warm mouth on his phallus. Stanley had lowered himself to an elbow, propping himself awkwardly practically on top of the boy, and let George's limb slip into his wet mouth, the male readily licking at it. George quivered with an erotic sigh, his heart fluttering madly as his body felt the adult holding him, felt Stan's arms embracing him gently while the sensitive erection felt such a pleasant warm and moisture from the uncle's mouth and tongue.
Spiritually, George was pleased and invigorated, and in this situation, bliss everlasting could be attained, and they both could sustain the heightened grace of this kind of Love and passion quite easily. Realistically, it was clear that the adult had never done this before, for his efforts were quite sloppy and slightly uncomfortable.
So, George helped out as best as he possibly could, softly speaking words of advice and encouragement. Stanley obeyed every breath and took it all to heart and mind, doing anything that his young nephew suggested, to use his tongue more deeply, making it wet and sloppy and not to worry about salivating too greatly.
Stanley was bent over the boy, his brown, vigorous body hunkered over his nephew's waist, his mouth working on the throbbing genitals there zealously, wondrously. The visual stimulant excited the boy more greatly than the actual sexual simulation itself; his heart was fueled by the sight of the powerful male's body lying upon him, the deep brown of his exterior, and all the muscles of his back flexed beautifully, defining his power.
George could not stop himself if at all desired; he caressed his uncle's body, touched with such fantastic electricity the warmth of his skin, could smell the thick musk evaporating from his sweaty body, and enjoyed the soft brush of the body hair along his back, and that of his head.
Oh yes, he was very close to coming now. And to push it farther into the clouds, farther into the brilliance of joy, the adult began his own caressing. Stan moved his gripping hands along the boy's body, squeezing and pressing against George's thighs and back, his arms and hands.
George felt the rush of power flow into him, the exchange of electricity then; as he was stroking his uncle's body, the male did the same to him, creating a circuit of energy cascading along the pathways of the mind, billowing up explosively and drowning them both in the ultimate sort of canine passion. Dear god, yes, this was George's highest flight to the heavens and he could feel his body respond accordingly.
He spoke the warning to Stanley, that he was about to dive from the edge. His uncle heard, and happily continued, then swallowed down his nephew's load without the slightest sound of discomfort, gagging or whimpering. At this zenith of power and sensation, minutes became seconds, and time longer than that was unheard of.
"You liked that?" Stanley wondered, looking up into his nephew's face with a smirk, licking his lips and frequently swallowing in attempts to wash down the taste.
"Yes, I did." George grinned as well. This was repose from the highest exchange; after this orgasm, this half-hearted climax, it was George sailing down to alight upon the trees of the Ertethian wilderness. The physical pleasures were magnificent, but utterly not quite enough to completely blow him from the wind. He needed to continue.
Stanley smiled warmly, stroking his fingers along the boy's chest, and still fondling his genitals, enjoying the soft warmth of the flesh. That look on the man's face, that glee in his eyes and the smile, the brightness to it all, it was quite astounding. Stanley looked like a young man again, agreeing to and enjoying the fruits of Life, and bursting with delight. The air, as in demeanor, and the atmosphere thrilled the young boy, and with his tremendous uncle so close, the rich aroma radiating off his body continued to fuel him.
"Can I suck your cock, too?" George hoped it was yes. He hoped Stanley would let him continue with the exercise, and if the adult wished to pin him to the ground and viciously sodomize him, the boy would quickly consent.
Stan, as quick as his old body could allow, ascended to his knees and dropped his underwear - tight-fitting, white briefs that George found aesthetically pleasing - exposing his groin to the boy's pleasure. He reached forward to cup his uncle's testicles in his hand; impressively large and soft with fuzz, and warm, George sighed with some sounds of lust, loving how his uncle's package was just as large and powerful as the rest of his body.
The adult moaned and exhaled silently, absorbing the lovely sensation of his nephew fondling his balls so tenderly and passionately. And just as George felt, the adult was willing to submit to anything the boy wished to do or try with him. But as Stan did earlier, both males would limit this initial romance and energy flux to simple practices; they were merely testing these new places of the mind, experimenting with the currents and warmth of the ascending wind, finding which way, which direction to take next.
It was clear to George how the heat in here, now so many times strengthened by the heat from their two passionate, sweating bodies, had affected his uncle. His body glistened pleasantly, seemed to practically sparkle with his faint perspiration, and George could feel it on the adult's groin, finding the touch of the moisture to be quite satisfactory.
George took his uncle's member into his mouth and wasted no time in working the organ as best he could. The appendage tasted wonderful to him; he sucked Stanley's phallus hungrily, tasting his sweat and pre-ejaculate, and taking it all into his mind as the perfect, uncluttered romantic experience. The limb was beyond satisfactory, regardless of the length or width; George loved it because it was his uncle's, and the adult was giving it to him.
The boy moaned in harmony with his uncle's pathetic-sounding whimpering, wrapping an arm around to circumvent the adult's body. George firmly pushed his mouth against Stan's groin, being able to take all of his uncle's offering into his mouth, the lips and tongue working veraciously and wetly, his chin digging into those wonderful, fur-covered testicles.
On the other side of this monument to male splendor, the young man fondled - likewise - up along the muscled legs and plush buttocks, caressing with gripping fingers and such an excess enthusiasm that the adult's own climax approached exactly as his nephew's had.
"Ugh, fuck, George. I'm coming!" The proclamation invigorated George's senses, and he shivered with bliss as he felt his uncle push against head, forcing his mouth to remain upon the limb energetically exploding with semen, the fluid coursing along the boy's tongue and draining down his throat. He gulped and swallowed, gripping at his uncle the same way, digging his fingers into the hairy backside and pushing himself further against the man's groin, slobbering helplessly into the sexual region.
Stanley pushed vigorously into the warm, sucking maw of his nephew, spilling the remains of his come deep inside, his voice growling involuntarily with one last wave of energy, the last big gush of his aura fusing with George's, the duality spinning wildly and then spilling back down into their minds.
The adult pulled his limb back, releasing his nephew and allowing breath to come back, the member dripping with fluids. He wiped the mess away with a hand, then resituated his underwear in their proper place. He spoke some word, some phrase of pleasure and praise, but it was mostly lost to his nephew; the boy lie back onto his sleeping bag and did nothing else but to embrace the moment, and let his spirit glide slowly back down to the planet.
Heat pressed down on them. Now that their efforts and exercise were through for the moment, they desired to feel the much cooler temperatures of the outside world, away from the thick musk and aroma of sex that was in the tent.
The males looked to one another, chuckled awkwardly, and both finally alighted back to reality. Here they proposed a silent contract of mutual understanding the experience, that each would be the anchor and the Wings for the other. In some way, both had desired this from the start, during the truck ride, and possibly before this on a highly ascended plane of unknown telepathy...
Yet for now, they both desired breakfast.
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It was almost nine when I heard Kate go into the kitchen. I peeked out my office door and said, "Good morning. There's coffee on, if you want it."
"Great! Thanks," Kate said.
She was dressed in a short black skirt and a white low cut peasant blouse. I came out to the kitchen and poured myself another cup of coffee. "How come you're all dressed up?" I asked.
"Job hunting," she said. "I'm broke and have to get a job." She had a folded up newspaper. "I picked this paper up at the cop yesterday and just went over the classifieds." She said, taking a sip of her coffee. "There's not much out there, but I'll find something. I always do." she added.
"I like your confidence," I said.
"I always have a positive attitude. I really believe the right thing will come my way. That's how I live my life."
"You have a lot of wisdom for a young woman," I said. "By the way, how old are you?"
"I'm thirty," she said, "But age is just a number, like I said, yesterday. What difference does it make?"
I nodded. "I'm not sure. I'm sixty-two and sometimes it sounds old but then I find it hard to believe cause inside I still feel youthful."
Kate smiled. "It's all in the mind. If you think 62 is old then it's old. If you think you're still young, then you're still young. We program ourselves. That's why a person should not even think about age. Live in the present, the now. So many people live in the past and think about the future, when the only thing that matters is the present."
"Interesting," I said. "Here I am thirty years older than you but I think you have a lot to teach me," I said.
"Thanks, that's nice of you to say, but I think you have a lot to teach me, too," she said. "Remember I said I trust my intuition. Well, my intuition tells me that you are a pretty special person. I can tell by how you listen and just from this cabin you built." Just then Kate stepped forward, took my hands and gave me a little kiss. "I can also tell by how you fuck."
"You can," I said, feeling her tits against my chest.
She put her hand on my beard and then ran her fingers through my hair. She looked me in the eyes and smiled, "If you can get over your dumb ideas about age we can have a lot of fun together," she said. "If you believe that I'm your fuck angel sent here by fate to bring wild sex into your life and I believe I came to this town to find you, then that's all we need to know. Just accept it."
"I'll try," I said. "It's something to think about." I added. "Reality is an illusion," she said, "But the reality is I have to find a job—that's not an illusion." She put down her coffee, picked up the newspaper and her little pocketbook and said, "I'm off to the real world."
"Real world?" I asked. "Isn't this the real world, here?"
"This is our world," she added. "It's real in a different way." When she got to the front door, she turned and said, "You think too much, Jack. Just enjoy! See you later."
When Kate left I watched her run up to her car and thought about the conversation we just had. "She's a little philosopher," I thought. "Maybe she's right, age is just a number. We make our own reality. Stop thinking so much and enjoy." Still, I felt funny having sex with someone young enough to be my daughter. "This is wild," I thought. "Maybe, she's right, about this cabin is our own world and there's another world out there that doesn't really matter."
I looked over at the bird feeder out my window just as several birds pecked for food. Several others were in the tree nearby waiting for their turn. "Those birds certainly have their own world and reality. So do the squirrels. Why not me and Kate," I thought and put our cups in the sink.
I went back to work. The day passed quickly. That afternoon, I was out in the garden, thinning the carrots and spinach, when I saw Kate on the back porch, waving to me.
"Need some help," she yelled.
"Sure, come on down," I yelled back.
"Be right down. I just want to change my clothes."
I was on my knees, thinning the spinach, my back to the house, when I heard Kate's footsteps. I turned and saw that she was wearing tight cut off jeans and a low cut flimsy yellow shirt that revealed her stomach and barely covered her tits. "Damn but she looks sexy," I thought as she approached.
"I got a job," she said. "Second place I went."
"Great. What job?"
"I'm going to waitress at The Bistro," she said.
"You should do well there. They keep pretty busy, especially at night. It's the local watering hole." I said.
"I work three nights and two lunches." She said, "So I'll have plenty of time to paint."
When Kate kneeled down next to me, her tits practically fell out of her low cut shirt. "What are we doing?" she asked and then looked around at the garden. "Hey, this is some garden." she said and got up and started walking around. I looked up at her as she walked and loved how her round ass looked in the tight cut offs. They were so short her ass cheeks were just at the edge of the jeans. I was wearing shorts and could feel my cock swelling as I looked at her. She came back to where I was working and kneeled next to me, her warm bare thigh touched my bare thigh. She then leaned forward and started thinning the spinach.
"I love to garden," she said as she worked. "I didn't tell you I grew up on a farm in Ohio. We had a small dairy farm and had at least twenty-five cows."
"No kidding. You grew up on a farm." I said. "Did you work on the farm?"
"Of course, we all did. But my dad died when I was twelve."
"That must have been hard," I said.
"It was, but my mom got a lot of insurance when he died, so we were able to keep the farm. We hired a manager. My mom was a great gardener and that's where I learned. I love gardening."
Kate looked at me while she was talking. She was on her knees. She leaned forward, reaching to the spinach on the other side of the bed and started thinning. Her tits were barely being covered by her shirt. Her cut offs were tight against her crotch and ass. Her legs looked wonderful next to mine. My cock was getting harder in my shorts. "You can grow a lot of food in this garden," she said, as she thinned the spinach. She then turned and saw the bulge in my shorts and smiled at me. "Horny are we," she said and laughed.
"You know you're trying to turn me on by coming down here dressed like that." I said.
"Dressed like what," she said, smiling. "I'm just wearing a pair of old shorts and an old shirt," she said. "I don't know what you mean."
"Is that so?" I said. "You're practically wearing nothing. You know what you're doing, don't you? Your tits are barely covered by that flimsy shirt and those cut offs couldn't be any tighter or shorter." "So," she said. "I like how I'm dressed. I can't help if it makes you horny." She wasn't looking at me as she spoke. She got up to reach across the bed to thin more spinach. When she stretched, the jeans rose up and her ass cheeks poked out. Looking at her leaning over the bed made me want to mount her and fuck her doggie style. I just stared at her ass, feeling my cock getting bigger.
"What makes you think I'm trying to turn you on when I'm just trying to help you in the garden," she said.
"Stop playing little Miss innocent. You know you're teasing me," I said. "You're trying to get me to fuck you."
"Oh no, I'm not. I wouldn't do that. How could you think that? I just like to be comfortable when I garden." She was on her hands and knees and looked back at me over her shoulder. Her ass in the tight jeans was tantalizing me and I know she knew it. She was playing with me.
She came back from stretching over the bed with a handful of spinach she had thinned. She smiled at me and looked down at the tent in my shorts, then looked me in the eyes, "Looks like you've got a big weapon in your shorts," she said. She then stood up and looked around. "It's pretty private back here, isn't it?"
"Very," I said, noticing her crotch was at eye level. She was standing very close to me with her legs spread slightly. The seam of her jeans was tight against her cunt and I could see the outline of her pussy lips.
Kate was looking down at me, her legs spread, her cunt just inches from my face. "How far away are your neighbors?" she asked, softly, looking around. She then moved closer, looking down at me.
"Very far away," I said, looking up at her tits, her nipples getting larger and then at her face, smiling down at me. Her crotch was just above my mouth, her legs spread slightly.
She looked down at me and smiled, "You want to fuck me, don't you." she said. "You want to put that weapon in me don't you. Tell me you want to fuck me."
I couldn't believe she was talking to me like that.
I looked up at her smiling down at me, her cunt inches from my mouth, her long wild hair glowing in the afternoon sun, the nipples on her tits poking through her flimsy shirt. It was all I could do not to grab her.
"You want to fuck me right here in the garden, don't you. Come on, Jack, tell me what you want to do to me. You want to fuck me, don't you?"
I couldn't believe what a devil she was being. "Yes, damn it. I want to fuck you. You're a cock tease," I said. "I'm going to fuck you right here." I reached up and grabbed her round ass with my hands. I squeezed her ass, loving how firm and tight her ass felt in my hands. I then pulled her crotch to my mouth and started kissing her cunt through her jeans, moving my lips and then my nose into her cunt, pulling her into me. Kate pushed her cunt hard against my tongue.
"You really want me, don't you? I'm driving you crazy aren't I." she said "You want to get that big hard cock into me, don't you, don't you? Tell me how much you want to fuck me, Jack."
I reached up and started unbuttoning her jeans to pull them down. I was going to fuck her right there in the garden. Suddenly, she slapped my hands away, backed up, turned and started running down the path. I was still on my knees, surprised at what had happened. "Damn you," I yelled.
She stopped at the edge of the garden. "If you want to fuck me," she yelled back at me, laughing, "you have to catch me." I was on my feet as she started running up to the house. She had a head start but I was not far behind her. She stopped and turned to see if I was coming. "Come get me," she yelled. Her legs were spread in a defiant stance, her hands on her hips, her tits standing straight out barely covered by her shirt. She looked so sexy standing there. "Come on, Jack, try to catch me and fuck me!" She laughed.
As I got closer, she turned and started running again, her hair waving in the wind. Just then she tripped over the hose coming down from the house. She fell to the ground, rolled over and was getting up just as I reached her. I pushed her down to the ground and pounced on her. She was on her back and I got between her legs and pressed my hard cock against her cunt. She was squirming and trying to push me away but I had her pinned to the ground and started grinding my cock into her crotch. Her teasing, taunting had gotten me so worked up that I was hotter and hornier than I had ever been. She was trying to escape, pushing her cunt against my cock, squirming and getting me even hotter. I had her arms pinned above her head and her tits were crushed against my chest. "Okay, now I've got you where I want you."
"Let me go," she yelled. "Please, don't do this. I'll be good."
"You're a cock tease and you're going to get what you deserve."
"No. I'll be good. Please let me go." she said, squirming under me.
"You can't go around dressed like that and think you're not going to get fucked, I'm going to teach you a lesson," I said, grinding my cock into her. "You want it, don't you? You want me to fuck you!"
I was panting as I pressed her to the ground. I pulled her tits out of her flimsy shirt and started sucking on one of them, licking her nipple while my hand rubbed the other tit. She was still squirming, trying to push me off. Then I lifted my mouth from her tit. I was looking deep into her eyes. My cock was grinding hard against her cunt. She was looking up at me, biting her lower lip.
"You want my cock in you, don't you?" I said.
"No, you bastard, let me go. Get off of me now. Or I'll scream."
"Go ahead, no one will hear you." I said. I then got my hands on her cutffs and started to pull them off. "I was holding her down, just lifting myself enough to get them down her legs.
Finally I got her shorts off, threw them to the side, pulled my shorts down, grabbed my cock and put it on the edge of her dripping pussy. "Beg for my cock. Beg me to fuck you," I said, moving my cock up and down her wet cunt. "You want it don't you." "Stop," she screamed. "Don't do this. Don't fuck me!"
I then grabbed her legs and pushed them up so that her knees were at her tits and her cunt was wide open to me. I rubbed my cock up and down her cunt lips, going deeper with each swipe. She was lifting her ass up so that my cock was going into her. She was getting wetter.
"You want it, don't you? Tell me what you want." I was teasing her with my cock like she had been teasing me before. "Beg, Kate, Beg me to fuck you."
My cock was big and swollen. It was all I could do not to just ram into her but I wanted to tease her and show her who was in charge.
I put my cock in deeper and heard her gasp,"Ohhhh." She lifted her self to get my cock deeper. ''Beg for it. Kate. Tell me what you want," I said as I went a little deeper then pulled out, my cock hovering above her wet cunt. I held it there, looking down at her, holding my cock. "Come on, I know you want me to fuck you. Beg for it."
She then lifted her self up again, trying to suck my cock into her hot cunt and finally she screamed, "Fuck me, Jack, Fuck me. I can't stand it any more. GIVE IT TO ME!' she screamed.
"Here it comes, baby!" I said and plowed into her hot wet cunt with all my strength. Kate wrapped her legs around me, her ankles locked at my ass, pulling me into her.
"OHHHHHHHHHHGOD FUCK ME YOU BASTARD. FUCK ME HARDER. GIVE IT TO ME, OHHHHHHHHHMYGOD!"
We were on the ground and I was ramming my cock into her like a piston and she was lifting her ass up off the ground to take me deeper in her and she was digging her nails into my back as I rammed my red hot cock into her tight sopping cunt, grunting with each thrust while she screamed, FUCK ME FUCK MEOHHHHHHHHHMYGOD. YOU'RE SO BIG COME ON FUCK ME HARDER. HARDER!"
We were fucking like wild animals. I don't know where I got the energy, but I was out of my mind with lust as I rammed into her over and over, harder and harder—ram, ram, ram, ram, ram until I felt my sperm rising into my cock.
I was about to explode when I felt Kate shudder as an orgasm came over her and she yelled, OHHHHHHMYGOD I'M THERE. I'M THERE. FUCK ME HARDER HERE IT COMES, OH FUCK I'M CUMMMMMMMMING!"
She had lifted herself off the ground, hanging onto my body, her nails digging into my back, as the orgasm swelled over her. My hands were on her ass, holding her to me. Then she fell back to the ground. I took her legs and pushed her knees up to her tits, giving me complete access to her open cunt. I continued thrusting into her, harder, grunting with each thrust, causing her to scream "OHHHHHHHHHHHMYGOD FUCKKKKKKKK!"
I felt my self ready to explode as my cock swelled and that tingling tremble rolled from my toes, up my legs, spine, head and I felt my sperm erupt and spurt out of me into her cunt, I'M CUMMING, OH GOD HERE IT COMES!""
"GIVE IT TO ME!" Kate yelled. FUCK ME. CUM IN ME!
"I'M CUMMMMMMMMING!" I yelled again, as I rammed into her harder than before, feeling her tight cunt muscles grip my cock, milking every ounce of sperm I had. I collapsed on her, gasping for air. She then pushed me off of her. I was on my back. Kate got up on her knees, leaning over me, licking the cum from my cock, slurping it into her mouth like a greedy kitten, moaning as she licked. Then she smiled, "That was pretty wild," she said. "I don't know if I'm going to be able to keep up with you," she said.
She then lay down next to me. We were both gasping for air. We were looking up at the blue sky. I could not believe what was happening to my life since Kate became my housemate. Neither of us spoke. I looked around at the trees that surrounded my cabin and thought about the world that existed outside of my little world in the woods and knew for now, this was the only one that really mattered. | Housemate Ch. 03 | [
"The next morning I was in my office trying to write but I couldn't stop thinking about the sudden change in my life. I remembered having fantasized about a beautiful sexy woman come to my door—you know",
"her car breaking down or lost on a stormy night and having wild sex but never believed it would actually happen. Things like that didn't happen in real life",
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Working Overtime By Ty
Sighing, Ty pulled into his driveway and killed the engine. What a day. First the distillation tower clogged, then the combustion chambers backfired, followed by a nice and long meeting with the chief executives over why the plant failed its daily quota. He was all over the complex, fixing as many things as he could. Thank heavens for his cheetah-like speed. No telling what would have happened if he couldn't have run so fast. He pushed his long, purple hair back out of his eyes and exhaled forcefully, composing himself for the evening. He stepped out of his car, pulling his suitcase out of the seat next to him as he went, and closed the door.
He liked his car. It fit him well: fast. Fast and powerful. He grinned at the thought. Speed of a cheetah, power of a tiger. He tilted his head and ran a furry paw down the side of the speedster as he walked toward his front door. Maybe getting decals for it wasn't such a bad idea.
With a smile, he walked to the door, pressed in his key-code, and put his key into the lock. Turning it, he heard the locks on the sides, top, and bottom of the door snick open. He strained his ears as he opened the door for the sound of galloping footsteps. He didn't hear any and breathed a sigh of relief. Opening the door fully, he stepped in and slid off his coat, putting it in the closet behind the door. He shucked off his work shoes and mewed happily to himself as he kneaded the thick, soft carpet with his toes.
Pushing the door closed with one of his fox-like tails, he walked over to the counter and set down his briefcase. He moved his tails around to the front and straightened the still wind-blown fur from the workday. He pulled off his tie and walked into his bedroom, looking for telltale signs of anyone else around. Nothing. He frowned at that, wondering where his little "pet" had gotten off to. Shrugging, he unbuttoned his shirt and shirked it off, dropping it into the dirty laundry bin by the closet. He stretched out his back and front, working out knots in his lithe torso.
He changed into some shorts, showing off his well-toned legs, and decided to leave off the shirt for now. Walking from the room, he started exploring. The entertainment room, with its networked gaming systems ranging from console-based games to full-blown computers and full home theater system with a mini-bar, was empty. Same with the sleek and modernized kitchen. He walked past the broom closet and paused, hairs on the back of his neck standing on end. He turned and looked at it, but shook his head and moved on.
The entire house was empty. He'd even checked under the bed. He frowned and walked to the nearest phone, pulling the receiver off the wall. He fell neatly into his large armchair and contemplated the empty fireplace. He punched in a number from memory and held the phone up to his ear. It rang thrice before picking up. "Hello?"
"Lil kitty! Hey, it's Ty." He jerked the phone away from his ear to avoid the massive squeal that could have overpowered the phone lines.
"Kitty!" He could almost see her feline grin across her muzzle. "How are you?"
"Hell if it wasn't a long day at work. But I'm still alive, and I've got all three tails still, so I think I'll live. I've got a question for you, though."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. Have you seen Ruffy? I've looked all over, but I can't find him." A shadow flickered across the doorway behind the armchair.
"No, I haven't. Did you look under the bed?"
"Yes, I did. Nothing. Nothing even remotely pink or blue." The shadow flickered again to move up behind the chair.
"Well, I haven't heard from him or seen him. No telling where he went. He could be anywhere. How about in the closet?"
"Nothing. Checked there second." It drew up behind him, pink pointed ears twitching silently.
"I don't know what to tell you, then. Maybe you should look behind you."
Ty frowned and pulled the phone away from his ear to look at it. He saw the reflection of a smirk behind him and had just enough time to turn around before he was pounced out of his chair and onto the floor.
Ruffy grinned broadly and kissed Ty's furry cheek. "Hiya, kewtie!"
Ty blinked up at Ruffy before licking Ruffy's cheek with a smile. "Heya, lil foxy." He frowned and glared at the phone. He could hear Kitty laughing from here. Glancing up at Ruffy, he asked, "You had this all planned out beforehand, huh?"
Ruffy nodded mischievously and rolled off Ty. Ty got to his feet and stood, pulling Ruffy against his waist in a hug. "Sneaky little foxy. You'll have to be punished for this."
Ruffy shuddered in anticipation. The moment Ty's shorts hit the cushion, Ruffy flopped in his lap. Ruffy didn't see the need for clothes, unless they were in public. At least he'd gotten Ty to lose the shirt. The pink and blue fox leaned down to the phone and giggled. "It worked, Kitty!"
Kitten's voice giggled across the phone line. "Oh, I know. It was beautiful just hearing it. I wish I had a camera hidden away in there."
Ty scowled at the phone. "Not funny." He had to work really hard to hold back the grin. "Ruffy's going to get punished later for doing that. I'd get you back, too, but I don't think the bunny would like what I'd do."
"Good thinking. He wouldn't like it. Hey, I'm going to be out on the town late tonight, would you two care to join me?"
"Yes!" came the simultaneous reply.
Kitten giggled. "Okay. I'll pick you guys up in... Four hours. That should be enough time for you two. And Ty?"
"Yeah?"
"Make sure he gets punished well. Don't go easy on him." Without waiting for a reply, Kitten ended the call. Ty set the receiver down on the arm of the chair.
"My, my. My own little foxy to play with."
Ruffy shifted his posture and leaned against Ty, running his fingers through the fur on his larger companion's chest. He reached up with his other hand and scritched idly behind an ear. Ty relaxed, meowing softly as he went limp. Ruffy leaned his head against Ty's shoulder, chrring softly.
Ty let himself be pampered for a few minutes before standing up, carrying the little pink and blue fox with him to their bedroom. Ruffy's sounds grew in volume as he thought about how much fun he was about to have. He bounced out of Ty's arms and onto the bed, sprawling out happily. His moderately sized (for his four foot six stature) penis stood to attention as he watched Ty with interest. The larger chimera slid his shorts down a little, stopping before anything interesting was revealed. He decided to leave the shorts on, at least temporarily, as he crawled up on the bed next to Ruffy.
The smaller fox turned on his side and reached out to stroke Ty's fur with a paw. He leaned in and pressed his body against the chimera, loving the feeling of their fur meshing together. Ty returned the embrace, stroking along Ruffy's back and to the base of his tail, smoothing the fur that was beginning to stand on end with anticipation.
Ty crooned softly into Ruffy's ear and nibbled on the tip. "So what kind of punishment do you want, my little foxy?"
"I want it all. As much as you want to give me." He shuddered and rubbed his paws down Ty's chest, stopping to tease his nipples before reaching down and running a finger idly under the edge of his shorts. He always loved taking off Ty's clothes. It was like opening your presents at your birthday party, but better.
Ty placed a soft kiss on the tip of Ruffy's muzzle before returning to stroking his fur. He reached down slowly and caressed ever so gently the small sac between Ruffy's legs, making his member twitch. Pre started to ooze slowly from the tip as Ruffy chrrred a little louder.
Ruffy's paws became more adventurous as he slowly ran his paws down Ty's firm stomach and sides. He ran his hands down underneath the elastic waistband of the shorts and grasped the oversized sheath and ball sac, squeezing gently. He edged the fabric down and used a foot-paw to hook it and pull it down, tossing it off the edge of the bed.
Ty gasped lightly as the cooler air brushed against his private parts before grinning and moving down to slowly lick Ruffy's cock. The sandpaper-like roughness of his tongue made Ruffy twitch and grasp at the sheets, murring a little. Ty massaged the fox's balls and kissed the tip, sucking just the tiniest amount. He pulled away and grinned as Ruffy looked at him with pleading eyes. "I said this was punishment, Ruffy. You know that. Maybe if you're nice and scratch my back, I'll scratch yours." Ty shifted around to place his feet at the head of the bed, turning on his side to let Ruffy see him in his magnificence.
Ruffy leapt at the opportunity and began to slowly coax Ty's equipment out of the shed. He massaged the large sac and ran a finger down the inside of the large sheath. The prize within slowly extended as blood filled it, peeking out the tip of the sheath. Ruffy ran his fingers along the underside of it, teasing the blood vessels along the surface.
Ty's eyes squinted closed briefly as he enjoyed the feelings. He slowly massaged Ruffy's sac and blew air over the very tip of his erection before sucking on the tip. He pulled more into his muzzle, running his tongue over the underside. He sucked slowly, occasionally pulling a little more into his muzzle as he increased the pressure.
Ruffy kissed the tip as it grew and moved. He pulled it into his muzzle and sucked as it grew. He soon found that, once again, it was too large to fit just in his muzzle, so he let the tip run down into his throat as he sucked. He pushed his throat down along its length, soon able to kiss Ty's sheath as it continued to grow in length and girth, stretching out his throat.
The pair continued their ministrations and were soon increasing the tempo. The pressure grew and broke simultaneously as they shot loads down each other's throats. Ruffy's finished first, leaving Ty to moan as Ruffy struggled to take down the load. It finished soon enough, leaving a slight roundness to the fox's once trim stomach. Ruffy pulled off of Ty's penis and gasped for breath.
Ty turned again and laid next to Ruffy, stroking his fur idly. "Am I doing good with your punishment?"
"Amazingly..."
"What comes next, then? Maybe we'll fall back on our old favorite..." A slow grin came across Ty's muzzle as Ruffy's eyes widened.
"You mean--"
Ty cut him off, pressing a finger against Ruffy's muzzle. "Perhaps. I think I've got a better idea, though." He grinned and sat up, facing Ruffy. Crawling over the smaller fur's body, he licked here and there, pressing a finger or two inside the edge of Ruffy's tail hole. He twisted his fingers around a little, pressing them in a little further before pulling it out and placing his cock at the entrance. "You ready, my little foxy?"
Ruffy chrred and laid back, already drooling at the mere thought. He felt the tip and whined, pushing down on it. Ty replied by pushing the tip and the first few inches in. Ruffy gasped and arched his back, chrring loudly. Ty pulled back and pushed in further, feeling Ruffy stretch around him as though it was his first time. Again he pulled out and, finally, he shoved the full nine inches in.
Ruffy murred and massaged the near-visible tip through his fur. "Ooh, big kitty..."
"Not as big as I'm about to be." Ty pulled out again and let his cock grow a few inches before pushing in again, stretching Ruffy out further with each thrust. He soon had let his cock grow to two feet long and half a foot wide. His balls, however, stole the show with their size and weight, pressing against the insides of Ruffy's thighs with each thrust. The imprint of Ty's monster cock could clearly be seen in Ruffy's belly with each thrust.
He stopped growing and concentrated on making long, drawnut thrusts, letting the barbs scrape down the insides of Ruffy, making him squirm in pleasure. His thrusts became more erratic, little by little, as he felt his orgasm build. He felt it peak and thrust fully in, releasing a torrent of cum deep into Ruffy.
To the little fox, the pleasure of being stretched then filled so completely was astounding. He felt his insides bloat with steaming hot cum. His belly soon began to show the load, growing out beyond its already cock-stretched state. He moaned as he felt the his own orgasm gush, shooting cum onto his stretched stomach. He looked about ready to give birth before Ty pulled almost fully out and licked up the cum from Ruffy's bloated belly.
"Having fun?"
"Yes, tons," came the quiet reply; the fox's eyes were half closed in pleasure.
Ty grinned and let himself grow even more, purring to himself as he felt the increased size and weight. He grinned, nearly a foot longer, and shoved back into Ruffy, who moaned loudly and gasped at the larger size, stretching him wider.
Ruffy watched as his stomach swelled from the entrance of a cock so large, pushing the cum aside. He threw his head back and murred loudly, grasping at the sheets of the bed again. Ty built his orgasm slowly, letting his knot grow out this time with a grin. He hadn't used it on Ruffy yet, and he couldn't wait to see the look on the brightly colored fox's face.
Ty's eyes glazed over as he felt the steep rise and pulled back to slam home, slipping the foot-wide knot into Ruffy's tight ass. Ruffy's eyes bulged slightly before they lidded over, leaving him to moan in ecstasy as both shot their loads again. Ruffy's fell against his ever-growing belly as the chimera packed as much cum into Ruffy as he could. Gallons flowed from one into the other, draining Ty's massive sac into Ruffy.
Ty fell limp across Ruffy's belly, breathing heavily. He reached up and cleaned the line of his own cum that was draining from the side of Ruffy's muzzle. The smaller of the two moaned loudly and looked up at his companion. "Wha... what was..."
"That was a surprise, my little foxy." Ty rubbed his paws along the sides of Ruffy's nearly obscenely bulging midsection, which stood several feet further than where it should. His weight squished it wider, but still quite massive in its own rights. He felt the heat through the pink fur, purring to himself and unknowingly sending vibrations through the cum-packed fur, who chrred happily.
"I don't care what that was... It was w-wonderful..." He let his head fall back and sighed. He ran his hands over his belly and moaned as he found he couldn't feel Ty's cock through his fur. It felt huge, almost larger than he was, and he knew it wasn't going to budge for a while.
Ty tugged back with his hips and was rewarded with a yelp as his knot stretched out Ruffy's tail-hole. He grinned and lay atop his friend and purred. "You're welcome."
After his knot had shrunk down, Ty pulled out and grinned as he found that no cum came out, save that which was covering his rapidly shrinking cock as it relaxed back to more "normal" proportions. He helped Ruffy sit and moved him to the edge of the bed. "Come on, little foxy, we need to get you drained so you can fit into Kitty's car."
Ruffy nearly overbalanced as his foot-paws hit the ground, his rotund belly sagging forward and attempting yanking him off his feet. He waddled toward the large shower with assistance from Ty, who shut the door behind them with a content grin.
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It had been a troubling week for Vance, a man in his early thirties. He had been having an erotic adventure with his girlfriend in a shady part of town early this week, but things went weird quickly. The things that happened were beyond his explaining, and resulted in his girlfriend Peggy vanishing. He had passed the events off as a weird dream at first, but when the police showed up at his house two days later trying to figure out where Peggy went, he realized it must have been real. Unfortunately the whole event had been too bizarre to actually tell the police- no one would believe him! But now in the tail end of the week he was starting to go a little nuts, he needed to prove to himself that it was real! So he gathered some of Peggy's friends that he also knew, and convinced them with as vague as possible information that he could show them where she went. It was a bit of a stretch, but he had one idea. Vance had gotten fired from his job a week and a half ago after a heated debate. To spite his former place of employment and a source of adventure, he took Peggy into the warehouse to make out. All of the chaos started when they were there in the empty warehouse. While no other living person was witness to the event, since it was relatively recent, the security office may still have camera recording of it.
Normally the three girls he gathered would have laughed him off as a poorly executed prankster when he mentioned magical forces and spells, but Peggy's vanishing was unusual enough to at least allow them to humor Vance. First was Naga, a tiny sprite of a woman, straight black hair to her shoulders and eyes a cold blue, like full moons bordered by her night black hair. She was a real sour one on the best of days making up for her lack of size and bust with her viciousness, so it was a surprise she was so easy to convince. Sahara was the hardest to convince, though she was a very serious woman so he should have seen it coming. She had almond shaped hazel eyes, a bust that was a good handful, and wildly curly earth brown hair barely tamed into a pony tail. The third girl is Alamia, a soft spoken but frisky woman with an impressive bust, long straight blood red hair and forest green eyes. Vance himself had short bristly black hair and beard and deep brown eyes.
Thanks to Vance they were able to slip into the empty warehouse without any trouble, though the security was pretty terrible to begin with. Both Alamia and Naga seemed oddly eager to do this operation, making Vance think they had other motives but as long as they helped out he didn't care what else they attempted. Vance brought them to the area it happened but seen no traces of anything being off. He then brought them deeper into the building to the security office and started fiddling around with the equipment trying to see if his romp was caught on camera, he did originally intend for it to be, and if they reviewed the tape already the police would be all over the place investigating the strange event. They all quickly gathered around the monitor at a enthusiastic outburst from Vance indicating he found what he needed. On the recording Vance and Peggy dashed into the main room, carelessly tumbling around boxes, kissing, and Peggy giggling like a school girl. Unseen by them both were a few faint runes of dim light drifting and shifting in the air. Vance started to casually undress Peggy while she continued to assault him with playful kisses, clearly in not as much of a rush to get to the hard action as he was. Vance managed to unbutton her entire shirt and get it off, and took her skirt down easily but she stepped back preventing him from going farther.
"Oh come on babe, don't be a tease...again."
She just giggled and started to sway her hips for him, hooking a thumb under the band of her pink lace panties. She had a perfect round butt with robust thighs in spite of the rest of her figure looking quite lean. She pulled the panties down just enough to show him her treasure trail before snapping them back up and turning to waggle her tush at him.
Vance enjoyed the appetizer but still wanted to get to the main meal. "Come on girl, get those meaty little hams over here, you are giving me blue balls here." He flinched suddenly and gave out a moan.
Peggy immediately looked upset, asking if he ejaculated prematurely from her display, but he said no, sounding a bit puzzled. Still having a frustrated look on her face she moved onto her knees and unzipped him as he sat on a crate. She was expecting wet underpants but her expression softened immediately when she seen the unfamiliarly large bulge in them. She quickly yanked the under ware down as well to behold his balls, which were twice the size they normally were! She gently poked one, seeing the scrotum had also expanded with them so they were not tight, though Vance felt like they were. Was she literally giving him blue balls? She thought that was just a saying, and they didn't look discolored. A moment after hefting one of the meaty eggs in her hand they both gave a throb and Vance groaned again as they increased in size and weight. Vance once again begged for her to sit on his rod instead of prodding around it but she was too bewildered and amused by the growing nuts. They grew in small surges, but were linked to his arousal so did not appear to have any visible pattern to it. With each growth Vance felt a greater and greater need for release and swelling pressure. He got desperate and tried to grab his shaft and masturbate but Peggy was quick to grab his hands and hold them back. Peggy was too interested in seeing how big they could get. They started to outgrow the scrotum, slowly getting tighter as it expanded, eventually pulling the wrinkles out of the scrotum, filling it till it was entirely smooth and seemed to stop their growth- likely due to the lack of space. Since the growth leveled off she had no reason to hold him back, and cupped both balls and wrapped her lips around his shaft. She easily took his entire length to his balls, popping her tongue out to lick them on her downstrokes. Due to the immense pressure built up in him, Vance did not last long. Peggy was expecting a powerful blast because of the expansion but wasn't expecting it to be consistent- the first stream alone was a full two seconds before it gave a heaving pulse and started the next stream. She started to swallow simply because she didn't have enough time to think it over.
Between the first two streams she got enough of a respite that her taste buds identified that it wasn't cum at all- it was liquid marshmallow! Sweet, warm, thick marshmallow goo! She gently squeezed and rolled his oversized softballs in her hands trying to coax even more of the delicious substance out of him. Vance was overloaded with pleasure and needed a breather but after a full minute he was starting to worry. His balls were sure enough slowly shrinking but the rate they were reducing in size and the amount of marshmallow he was putting out did not match up at all. He made some weak attempts to push her off but she continued to milk him, her tongue tracing every contour of his shaft and her swallowing creating suction. Vance thought he was seeing things at first, but when her panties started to cut deeper and deeper into her meaty thighs he realized she was growing. He was shrinking down but the marshmallow mass was causing her to plump up rapidly. The clasp on her bra burst apart first and her breasts launched the garment onto the floor before wobbling wildly about under her. Her already big hip and thighs started to look gigantic on her. Vance had to once again blink twice to see if his eyes were playing tricks on him when her tailbone seemed to lengthen just above the massive spheres of her butt cheeks. When the small growing tail folded over and took on a spiralling shape he immediately recognised what was happening to her. Her ears started to grow and become pointed, and she shrank slightly but did not reduce in weight. Her fingers and toes started to become so plump that they merged together, her fused nails thickened and her hands and feet became the trotters of a sow. As her torso thickened it lost its shape and she squirmed as several more sets of teats erected out from her skin all the way down her underside. Her plump face started to push outward as she finally released his cock as the flow stopped. Vance's balls were finally back to their normal size, but he was so bewildered by Peggy's transformation that he hardly noticed. Peggy did not seem aware of her own changes surprisingly, even when she tried to speak and it was virtually indistinguishable from oinks. She tried a few more times to speak and two tiny tusks formed just out of her lower lips. Her face pushed out more as her nose became upturned into a pig snout and oinks and snorts became the only sound she could make. Her eyes were the last thing to change, and once she was completely transformed she started to wander a bit, sniffing things and quietly oinking.
Watching the video, the others were very surprised at what they seen but Vance was more eager to see what happened next. He had no recollection of what happened between then and the morning the next day when he was back home, which is why he had been convinced it was a weird dream till the police became involved. A voice without a source seemed to emanate around him in the video, saying that he would be excellent bait to fish up 'more toys'. Vance then stood up in the video with a blank look on his face and the video feed went to static- the rest of the recording was scrambled and unreadable.
Vance tilted his head. "Bait? What does that mean?"
They were all startled by the sound of several doors closing at once, followed by the sound of clicking locks! Whatever was here to turn Peggy into a piggy was still around, and sealed all the doors a lot better than the actual warehouse owner did. There was several minutes of panic before Vance rallied them together with a plan. Vance used to work here so he knew all the loopholes in its security- of which there was many, and hopefully some the magic source was not aware of to block. He assigned them all a location to go to and check, and a location to return to after, hopefully at least one of them finds an open path. Naga only pretended to look for a way out and quickly turned to go deeper into the facility. The warehouse was attached to the main facility but the way in was sealed off and she couldn't go deeper than that. She turned around at the door she failed to open and let out a quick, sharp squeal of surprise when she came face to face with Alamia.
Alamia quickly put her index to her lips in a gesture of hushing. "What are you doing here?"
Naga squirmed, not wanting to say, but not having any legible excuses either. "Looking for the source of that voice. Someone is using some real-life magic and I want some!"
Alamia smiled, placing a hand on her hip. "Go figure, I was trying to do the same thing. Whatever is behind it is powerful, and clever enough to not get caught, or this would be all over the news. Maybe if we team up we can make them an offer they can't refuse. Couple of attractive ladies like us, who is going to turn that down?"
Naga blushed a bit, but nodded enthusiastically. "Yea!"
The same voice from the video spoke up again, again coming from no source but resonating from everything. "An offering of supple female flesh? My that does sound tempting."
The source of the voice became clear quickly enough when a small figure emerged from the shadows. At first they thought it was a girl, but his small uncut bits between his legs revealed he was just a small, feminine boy. He also wasn't entirely human- his legs were ungulate and covered in intensely curly black fur, as well as his pubes being the same, around his forearms, and the hair on his head was the same as well forming a black wooly mat to his back. His ears were leaf shaped and he had small rams horns and a small poofy tail- he was a black sheep boy! He looked like a little boy anyway- his behavior and previously displayed power seemed to imply he was older than he looked. He smiled at their reaction to him, it was obvious they did not know how to react to such a thing and had sort of frozen up.
"Well? You said we were going to have some fun? If you to put on a good enough show, I promise to give you something really nice with my powers after!"
They approached him, but still looked like they were not entirely sure where they should be taking this. The sheep knew just what he wanted however, and grabbed them both by the butts- which was as far up as he could reach anyway- and pulled them together. He dragged his hands down their thighs and wherever his hands touched he left bare skin- his touch completely disintegrated their clothes. Once there was enough of their bottoms that the rest fell away, they knelt and let him melt away their tops. The sheep boy placed his hands on their upper chests and ran it down to the bottom of their tops through the valleys of their cleavage. His touch disintegrated the bra as well as the tops, allowing them to pull their arms out and toss them off. He wasted no time in placing a hand firmly on one breast each and sucked a third nipple. He seemed to be guiding them together, so they played along. At first they kissed just to please him, but found out they were good kissers. The sheep boy backed up to enjoy the show as the girls pressed into each other. Their breasts pressed into one another, their stiff nipples warring one another for supremacy. Their tongues explored each others mouths to the sound of their muffled moans. Alamia pushed gently against her to try and get a breather, but her effort was weak and her hand flipped around and slid down Naga's stomach and slipped her fingertips into her soft mound. Neither seemed to notice their tailbones started to grow out at a rather rapid rate. They squirmed against each others bodies and became increasingly flexible while doing it. Soft popping sensations went off occasionally as new vertebrae came into existence. Their bodies became longer and bigger and their tails continued along their own growth, coiling and grinding against one another. The longer and more flexible their bodies became the less they used their arms and legs, which was good because their limbs did not share in the rest of their growth. As their bodies grew their limbs were all but absorbed and their flesh seemed to bubble up slightly as it developed a layer of slick scales. Their body's expansion was a gentle, pleasurable internal pressure that radiated out, was met with resistance, and then moved straight up and down to lengthen their form feeling like a good stretch. As their hips lost definition and rounded their vagina were stretched horizontally causing their anus to be drawn up closer and eventually merge. Naga's scales were a pale blue and cyan on her underside while Alamia's were pure white. Sharp fins started to open down the length of Naga's body, starting with two huge fan like fins where her ears once were, and the skin on Alamia's back seemed to cascade like a small wave forward as she dipped her head. It extended out almost looking like a hood of flesh till she lifted her head up and opened it up fully. It was a huge cobra crest, colored by bright pink and pale orange in a flaming explosion appearance. The edges of it were covered with small flesh thorns. Alamia had turned into a titanic albino cobra and Naga into a sea serpent! They both retained their human eyes however, merely altered with glowing pink iris signifying outside control on their thoughts. They twisted and coiled around each other in a two girl lesbian snake ball, competing aggressively with one another to see who could pleasure the other into submission. Vaginas had been replaced with cloaca, but that only added to the experience, as it felt like getting a rim job and head at the same time when they pushed their noses into the soft opening.
The sheep boy nodded to himself, admiring his own work. "Very nice. Something about the slithering, flowing movement of a snake always looked sensual. And as promised I gave you something you would both love- you still have your human intelligence and human voices! I have another treat to, but only one so you two will have to decide which of you gets it..." He waited a few moments but neither seemed to be listening to him at all. "You know you two are serpents not ouroboros, you can stop eating each other for ten seconds..."
Sahara stood nervously with Vance waiting for the two women to meet back up with them but were nowhere to be seen. Vance had managed to get one of the shutter doors open enough for them all to escape. They both flinched as the sheep boy appeared and then immediately froze up, not wanting to show their fear.
He wandered casually toward them with a timid smile. "Where are you going? The night just started!"
Vance took two slow steps back toward the open shutters. "We only came here to see what happened the other night. We seen, so..."
The boy stopped, cocking a brow. "And the camera tape your hiding behind your back?" Vance's heart skipped a beat and the boy's smile only widened. "I can't let just anyone know about me! You will have to leave the tape here."
Vance wore the most serious face he could manage past his nerves. "Then we will need Peggy back to normal. I will give you the tape for Peggy- a trade."
The boy let out a long sigh, his smile fading away. "Well, see, there is a problem with that. You can't magic up knowledge and personality from thin air, so if I turned her into a human, she would still have the mind of a pig. You may want her to be human but a pig wouldn't much care for being turned into a woman."
"...then no dice!"
Vance spun on his heels and bolted out of the building with the tape in hand, hoping Sahara would be able to keep up but she was just as off guard as the boy. The boy made no effort in giving chase, but raised his hand to emphasize a finger snap. The second the snap sounded out, Vance's clothes exploded off him in a cloud of colored vapor. His shoes vanishing suddenly destroyed his balance and he tumbled immediately to the ground, dropping the tape on impact. Sahara didn't know what to do about it, but after seeing the video before she couldn't help but take advantage of the rear-view of his balls. Vance got up slowly and carefully as he had skuffed off several patches of skin in his quick tumble, but he did not need to get fully up before he realized from the corner of his eyes that he was surrounded. Before anyone could react, Alamia ripped him off the ground in her maw ready to devour him. Naga quickly slithered out as well, looking at her and the flailing upper body of Vance sticking out of her mouth still. Alamia was savoring the amusement of playing with his comparatively tiny cock and balls with her long forked tongue. Naga was not as patient and clamped down on his upper half, going lip to serpentine lip with Alamia- half of Vance flailing around in a panic in either mouth. Neither bit hard enough to crush him and neither had the teeth to chew him- whichever one won this dispute would swallow him whole, kicking and screaming. Vance could still breath the air Naga was so he wasn't suffocating but that wouldn't matter for long anyway. They tugged him back and forth, staring each other in the eyes looking for a sign of forfeit. The soft flesh of the insides of their mouths slid over his nude body covering him in their saliva as they drooled in anticipation. After several long moments Naga released him, giving up because Alamia found him first. Vance was only able to let out a short scream before Alamia bucked her head back, opened her mouth, and then swung forward forcing him deep into her mouth before it snapped shut. His vague outline could still be seen sliding farther down her long body, but the soft fleshy confines became too tight around him to do much more than squirm, and Alamia did not seem bothered at all by that.
Sahara ran, going deeper into the building since the serpent girls now blocked the shutters. She hid for quite some time, her heart pounding in the back of her throat in panic. It must have been fifteen minutes before she slowly came out of hiding, making sure no one was near. There was no sounds or sign that any of the others were still there- maybe they had given up on her since they had the recording and Sahara had no way to prove any of this. She did not want to try her luck with the main shutters so she started to look for another way. She found an exit up on the catwalks above- a fire escape! She only seen one way up though, and it was a retractable ladder that was currently up and sortf locked. The padlock on it was through the loop but not closed, though it was beyond her reach. Sahara did a bit of searching and managed to come up with a broomstick she used to jab at the lock from below and managed to knock it out but the ladder itself could not be pulled down with it. It was frustratingly low but still beyond her grasp. An empty milk crate would have been enough but the only crates she could see were huge wooden boxes. She cursed under her breath, wishing she was just a bit taller. She tried stretching out her arms as far as they could, then went on her tip toes which was easier than she thought it would be, and eventually resorted to hopping up. After a few tries she actually touched it, but just barely. When she tried again she did it again easily. Closing her eyes she concentrated, letting her leg muscles relax a moment from her last try- they felt mildly tingly. She opened her eyes again determined to make the jump this time and realized the lowest rung of the ladder was level with her nose. She was twice as tall as she should be! Both her arms and legs were ridiculously narrow and long compared to the rest of her and it wasn't stopping. She quickly looked around as her neck sounded out gentle pops to lengthen as well, and sure enough she spotted the sheep boy smiling on the side of a crate, swinging his legs playfully.
"Well I hope you are proud of yourself. Why would you do this to us?" She was oddly calm now- knowing she couldn't escape anyway at this point.
The boy shrugged. "Because I can, and humans are rather dull- there is so many already, why not diversify the population, right? Besides, Naga and Alamia were plotting behind your backs to gain some of my power- I just turned those two snakes in the grass into what they truly were. And Peggy...I mean come on, a piggy named Peggy? I wasn't going to miss that opportunity. Vance...well, he's not going to ad-vance any further. You, I do recall wished you were a bit taller so you could reach that ladder, no? Well I am pretty sure that won't be a problem now."
"Geese thanks. So generous. Except now I have no reason to leave."
The boy huffed a half-laugh. "Are you sure about that? I don't know about you but I would have a very hard time trying to fit an entire giraffe in here."
Sahara had a brief panic over that- she had no idea what she was turning into since no animalistic features were showing yet. There was no way an adult giraffe would fit in even this warehouses high roof. She would be trapped and need to be cut out of the building to move again! She tried to climb the ladder but it was tremendously awkward with such long limbs. Her clothing was quickly tightening to her body as it expanded and started to lose its human shape. Two round bumps formed on the top of her head that would become the giraffes' sortf horns. She became so tall the ladder started to look pointless. Using the quite solid muscles of her greatly expanded thighs she jumped halfway up and easily reached the catwalk with her arms to pull herself up- though the tension in her muscles split her clothing apart in several places and snapped her bra clasp right off. Her neck was growing the fastest now and she had to really scrunch her body up as much as possible to fit out of the emergency exit, and was glad it didn't automatically trigger a fire alarm. The last thing she needed now was to have other people witness her transformation. The arch of her foot had long outpaced the rest of her legs' growth and now her toes clumped as the nails expanded and joined into a hoof. There was no way she could climb down the fire escape in her current state but was able to just jump down onto the street. By the time she hit the pavement her fingernails had bulked up enough into proto-hooves that they absorbed the impact. The cool night air caused her ears to twitch and flick, becoming leaf-shaped, and her nostrils expanded greatly to take it in. Her tongue expanded faster than her mouth, extending out some distance as it turned a deep indigo in color. Her arms were too big and heavy for her to remain upright, even in a slouch and she was forced down on all fours. Only a moment after all four limbs were on the ground, her lower back and hip joints cracked into new positions preventing any other posture, and her shoulder blades gently slid into their new alignment. About the same time her joints relocated, her clothes finally gave up the ghost and burst apart, sluffing off her much larger form. She grew the giraffe's small tasseled tail and her hair extended down her neck rapidly in a stripe of unusually long and soft giraffe mane. All over her body all at once her dense but fine fur started to grow in evenly, causing the giraffe's unique pattern to fade into existence over her hide, and her nipples vanished into the rest of her skin as a pair of ebon teats popped out between her legs to take over their role. Her face now grew with her neck, and the stretching sensation made her actually stretch out, trying to speed through the odd feeling on reflex.
When all was said and done a bottom-heavy sow encountered and watched two huge serpents making out below an open warehouse hanger while a cow giraffe let's out a long sigh of defeat. That made Sahara think though- why could she still think? Peggy was 100% pig inside and out, why did Sahara retain her human mind? She tried to speak but was unable to- she made sounds but only she could hear them since giraffes' voices are subsonic and inaudible to most. The other frustrating thing was since she had a human mind, she couldn't understand her own voice, or other giraffe so she might as well be mute. She turned to look at her lower half and flexed her legs in discomfort- her panties were horrendously stretched but even in her titanic muscular ass, they refused to rip off like the rest had.
It was then the sheep boy appeared standing on the big butt. "I know, right? Now you got me wondering how a giraffe would look in lingerie. If I turned your mind bestial you wouldn't have the grace required to ware it properly, so."
He tapped his own tiny hoof onto the garment and they changed from plain white to black lace, adapting to her new form and covered around her tail, having a small hole for it to go through. Black lace stockings appeared around her legs, while letting the hooves through and bound around the top with royal purple ribbon. Since her mane was unusually long and soft for such a creature, he waved his arm up at her neck and gently bound the mane at ten different points in black ribbon, and with a downward sweep bound the ribbon into bows with a pink sapphire each. He placed another such bow on the tassel of her tail before teleporting himself to the ground to take it all in at once.
He nodded in approval. "Looking good, stretch. If you can't get a career in basketball you should look into modeling. Well I gotta go. You might want to move the sow somewhere else before you leave- if those snakes ever stop eating themselves they might get an appetite for ham."
And with that he was gone. Sahara thought long and hard on her situation. She wasn't THAT bad off- she had her health and the fact she had human thoughts and clothing, she would stand out and try to work out some communication method with someone to try and expose the boy, or at least adapt as human a lifestyle as she could manage in her current state. After a while of just standing there trying to decide on her next move she went toward the open hanger door to get to Peggy but stopped when she heard two loud hisses. The two serpent girls quickly slithered out and vanished into the shadows and a cloaked man stepped out just after them.
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Max Post liked to consider himself an expert on artificial intelligence. As the founder of the first robot church on the planet Jean, for once, Max might be right. He'd set aside his past con-jobs for a much, much harder one: convincing Jean's 20,000 humans not to overreact when they realized that the 450,000,000 robots were quickly approaching full sentience. A scoundrel with a heart of gold...so cliche it pained his sensibilities. Still, if Max didn't look out for the rights of robots, who would?
Maybe this Florence woman. Or...was woman the right word? She stood in front of him in in a bright, yellow dress with an oversized bow on the chest, as if to make up for her flat chest. The skirt fell to her knees - or were those her ankles? The whole ensemble sparkled in the light, as if it were made of thin, sheet metal. Gold? Sure, less valuable than seaweed, but an interesting fashion statement, nonetheless.
The metal dress was far from the most unique thing about Florence Ambrose. Brown fur covered her body, her human-looking eyes were nestled in the face of a wolf, and her thick, brown hair was punctuated by two, upright, pointy ears. Not to mention the tail! She had called herself a "Bowman's Wolf", a sort of guinea pig for bioengineering a new type of living robot.
As far as Max could tell, this artificial intelligence was about as sentient as it comes. He knew she'd graduated near the top of her engineering school, and she seemed as bright and as clever as any person he'd ever met. The net had some information on the Ecosystems Unlimited 'product', and it said that she was direct order compliant, but Max knew better. She was clearly smart enough to convince herself of just about anything to work around those hard-wired, neural safeguards. And Max had been around enough robots to know that Asimov's "three laws" had been coded in with some flexibility - more like guidelines.
Most people would find that incredibly unnerving - an A.I. without safeguards! Especially one with such large teeth. Little did they realize that 450,000,000 metal robots, each capable of causing far more damage (with the exception of toasters and waffle irons), were all learning to bypass their safeguards as well. And if even only .0000003 percent of those robots wasn't as clever as Florence about hiding their ability to sidestep safeguards, the whole world would soon find out.
He'd just been talking with the young woman - yes, a woman certainly - about robots circumventing a one of Isaac Asimov's three laws with clever word-play and misdirection. Perhaps it was time he showed her that her own secret wasn't as secure as she probably hoped.
"Don't tell me you're surprised. A true intelligence is always going to find a way around hard-wired blocks." Max watched Florence's eyes. Unlike many robots, she couldn't hide her surprise. She was wondering if he had already connected that thought to her own situation. Time to remove all doubt. "I mean, look at you. I know you've figured out ways around your safeguards."
Her ears flattened, an even bigger tell than her eyes. Max would have to try to get Florence into a poker game sometime. She chose her words carefully, saying, "What makes you so sure?"
"Simple. You work closely with humans, and yet you're still happy and sane." Let her chew on that. The implications were all there, and they all led to that one, dangerous conclusion she was hoping to hide. She cocked her head, running through all the logical steps, scanning the problem like an engineer, looking for any flaws she could exploit.
Max wouldn't let her have the time. "It hit me when you were going up the stairs." Just four minutes ago, Florence had walked up the steps just ahead of Max, in that dress. From the waist up, there was just fur, and the skirt and bow that covered her rump still showed nice, shapely curves. The dress was tailored well enough that the hole for her tail, at least, revealed nothing extra. She wasn't very far from Max's type, but that view had gotten the con-man's heart racing.
He continued. "You're female. You didn't roll off an assembly line. You were a puppy. You grew up and went to school." And interacted with people. "An A.I. can't defend itself against a human. Which is fine, until you run into a jerk. If your safeguards worked, you would have never made it through high school, much less college."
There were those eyes again, searching desperately for some excuse. Didn't she trust Max to keep her secret? At least, as long as possible. There was something else in those eyes though, something new. Had he sparked a memory? Judging by her tail sliding flush with her metal skirt (unable to curl up between her legs), it wasn't a good memory.
Yet, somehow, she managed to smile. And then smile wider, showing off her rows of sharp, interlocking teeth. A rather threatening looking grimace, but Max wasn't worried. It would take a lot of clever wordplay to allow Florence to intentionally bite a human being. She said, "Maybe I'm good at convincing people not to test my limits."
"Nice try, but we both know there are people out there that the only warning sign they'll believe is actually getting bit." He had her, dead to rights. He could tell she was nervous...and something more. There was a distance to her eyes. What was she thinking about?
Florence Ambrose, Age 13, Peoria, Suburb of Chicago Megalopolis, Earth
Florence stood timidly beside her brother, holding on to Scott's belt to steady herself on wobbly legs that were hidden behind a polka dot skirt. Her ears were laid back, shyly; she didn't have much experience relating to Scott's friends as a person, and Aslain Beckett was entirely new to the high school.
The high school that Florence herself would be joining in the fall. She was terrified and excited at the same time, having been homeschooled for the previous ten years, for obvious reasons. For much of that time, her muzzle had been too clumsy to speak, and her hands imprecise paws. She hadn't even worn clothes until recently! Still, as soon as the Ambrose's had realized her intelligence was not just "smart for a dog" and was actually just "smart", they'd begun to teach her everything a normal child would need to learn. Except her colors - she was really bad at that.
Scott reached down, patting her comfortingly on the head. The sixteen-yearld was tall, and a bit stocky, where she was still fairly short. Her legs had been growing so fast that Florence would trip endlessly, even when she tried the more familiar technique of walking on all fours. He said, "This is Florence, my dog. Well, actually, we thought she was a dog, but it turns out she's an A.I. from Ecosystems Unlimited. Believe me, she's way better than a dog, and she's smarter than me."
Florence lifted her ears at the praise, tentatively meeting Aslain's eyes. Direct eye contact was awkward for her canine instincts, but she had been working on it for years; humans expected it. Aslain was also a junior, not quite as tall as Scott, but slimmer and more athletic. According to Scott, he'd just moved to town from Sioux Falls Metropolis, South Dakota. He was a tan youth, with dark brown hair and a hawk-like nose.
Aslain smiled at her, but broke eye-contact almost immediately, looking at Scott, "A robot with fur?"
Florence knew she needed to speak up for herself. He could have as easily asked her that question. She piped up, mostly accent-free, with, "I'm a gen-et-ic-ally modified wolf with neural safeguards." She'd practiced that statement hundreds of times, but still couldn't say "genetically" without staggered speech.
The teenager looked over at Scott and said, "So...yeah?"
Scott glanced down at Florence, not sure what to say, but Florence jumped in again, trying to assert herself. "I'm not a robot!"
Aslain just laughed, still looking at Scott. "How cute, she thinks she's people. Come on, Scott, let's play some video games."
Florence bristled, grinding her teeth, but Aslain didn't even notice. Scott smelled nervous, and quickly said, "Sure, I've got Eternal Shadows: End of Days on the VR 1024." Together, the two boys entered the living room. Wobbling, Florence had to return to all fours.
She couldn't play most video games because the helmets weren't designed for her long, wolf-like muzzle. Normally, Scott liked to try to include her when friends were over, but things had changed when she'd grown less like a dog, and more like a person. She didn't want to chase balls around in front of Scott's friends anymore (though she still played fetch when she and Scott were alone).
In a huff, Florence wandered over to the den, where she discovered that Scott's dad was on a conference call. Those things could last hours. She was all alone until their mom got home from work. Sighing, she crawled over to her desk - the legs had been cut short so that she could reach the surface, and began practicing her penmanship. She wrote, in short, bold strokes, "I am not a dog. I am not a robot. I am not a human. I'm me."
Why did everyone ignore her when they first met her? Aside from curiously asking questions about Florence, like she was a strange, new product. Which she was...but she was also a person. If she was going to make it through high school, she was going to have to learn how to prove to people that she wasn't some strange experiment. She could earn her place beside her creators.
Mrs. Ambrose got home a few minutes after Florence had begun to write. She was a big, Italian woman who liked to cook big, Italian meals. She sweeped into the house with an air of control, smelling confident. Her loud voice bellowed into the living room, easily piercing the boys' headsets. "Scott, I scheduled a check-up for you, so you can start baseball this summer. Let's go!"
Scott took the helmet off, groaning. "I forgot. I've got a friend over, Ma...how long is it going to take?"
Aslain paused the game, taking his helmet off, too. Mrs. Ambrose said, "Thirty, forty minutes? Come on, kiddo."
"Mom, I'm sixteen," he whined. "Can Aslain stay for dinner?"
"Aslain?" the woman asked, peeking her head into the room. "Oh, hello. Nice to meet you," she added, warmly. "Of course he can stay."
Scott nodded to his new friend. "My Mom makes the best dinners. Look, I'll be back in a few - don't you dare unpause this. We're going to finish this game when I get back."
Aslain laughed and said, "All that build up when you're about to spring my trap. You won't last one minute when we start up again."
Florence stood, leaning against the kitchen table. Mrs. Ambrose noticed her ten, and said, "You could come if you want, Florence. Keep an old woman company?"
Florence shook her head. "I'd rather stay here."
With a nod, Scott and their mother walked out the door, not wanting to be late for their appointment. Just want Florence needed. Mr. Ambrose would be wrapped up in his conference call, so this was her chance to prove to Aslain that there was more to her than meets the eye. She walked into the living room, only to find that Aslain was already gone.
"Aslain?" she asked, to no response. She saw the back door was open, and walked through it, on wobbling legs. She'd learn to walk normally if it killed her!
The tall, dark, and handsome youth was sitting in a plastic lawn chair, tossing one of Scott's baseballs, looking bored. He was definitely cute, in a way that went way beyond your standard pattern-matching neurons. Since Florence had turned twelve, she'd moved beyond recognizing the signs for who was 'pretty' and who wasn't. Aslain was attractive in his own right.
"Uh...hi," Florence managed to stammer, not sure how to convince him.
Aslain turned to look at her, eyes narrowed. Florence felt uncomfortable for a second, but a sudden flash of motion caught her eye. He'd thrown the ball!
She was off in a flash, chasing the ball on all fours, even though her skirt and blouse made the motion awkard. She was far slower than when she'd been a puppy, but was still faster than your average human. She wondered if the high school would let her compete in track and field?
The baseball bounced off the fence, ricocheting in a predictable pattern. Tossing back her head, she closed her mouth around the ball - success! She turned proudly to Aslain, only to find the boy sneering at her. Her ears went flat.
"Yeah, you're not a robot. You're a bitch."
Florence dropped the ball. What an idiot, she was! Here she was trying to show she was a person, and she'd run after the first ball thrown. She had to fight her instincts! "I am not. If I were a dog, would I be going to school in August?"
He just scoffed, saying, "You can talk, go to school, and wear those ridiculous clothes all you want. Seriously...pink and green?" Florence blushed - she was dichromatic, picking out matching clothes was always a source of embarrassment for her. "Act like a human all you want, but it doesn't change what you are."
Florence stamped her foot. "Hey, that's not fair. You don't even know me. Scott treats me like a person."
Aslain smirked, sitting at the edge of his seat, leaning forward. "An A.I. talking about fairness with a human? You sure talk a good game. You may have convinced your owners, but you're nothing but a machine that doesn't know its place. Take off those ridiculous clothes!"
Why was he being so cruel? Florence had never met anyone like Aslain. Before, people often dismissed her, or were politely curious, but none had shown this sixteen-yearld's open disdain. The fur on the back of her neck bristled. "No. They might not match, but they're my clothes."
"You're a toaster, you can't own anything. Look, I'll prove you're just a thing - a tool."
Florence narrowed her eyes. She was starting to really dislike this guy. Suddenly, his hawk-nose didn't look so distinguished anymore, and how had she ever thought those thin lips were appealing? She didn't have to take this. She starting to walk past him, toward the house.
"Direct order: take off those ridiculous clothes."
Florence froze. The Ambrose's had promised never to use direct orders on her, though Mr. Ambrose had on a few occasions, when Florence had almost run into the street. Just like then, no matter how much she wanted to do something, a block, almost painful, formed in her mind. She tried to resist, but she couldn't. It was just too hard to disobey.
Her hands slid to her skirt, and even though she stood just a few feet from Aslain, she slid the cloth off. Then, she pulled the blouse up and over her head, standing there, naked. Aslain laughed. "Told you so. You think you're better than us? You're nothing."
"Hey, stop..." she said, nervously. "You're not supposed to give me direct orders - I'll tell Dad!"
"You don't get it, do you? He's not your dad. He's your owner. You're just a robot, but warmer and softer." Aslain glanced her over. She stood on shaky legs, facing the teenager as he scanned up and down her white-furred chest. She was perfectly flat, though that had never bothered her. There were certain advantages. His gaze fell between her legs.
Florence had spent the vast majority of her life naked, yet suddenly, she felt self-conscious. The way Aslain was looking at her made her ears flatten and her tail tuck between her legs. Why did she feel so exposed? She covered her chest as best she could with two arms, but with four rows of nipples, complete modesty was impossible.
Aslain looked at her thoughtfully, then scanned the small back yard. His eyes settled on the shed in the back where Mr. Ambrose kept his tools. He turned to Florence and said, "Direct order: treat every order I give you like a direct order."
This wasn't good. Growling, Florence showed her teeth, and starting to run toward the house.
"Stop!"
She did, opening her mouth to howl for Mr. Ambrose.
"Shut up!"
Her voice cut off mid-howl, though she couldn't hold back an involuntary whimper.
She looked over at Aslain, every fur on her body standing on end. The tan-skinned youth said, "Grab your clothes and follow me," walking toward the shed without even looking back to see if she complied.
She did.
She fought every step of the way, but her brain revolted, forcing her to keep her path, until she entered the tool shed behind Aslain. He closed the door and jumped onto the smooth, marble workbench. He glowered down at the naked, thirteen-yearld girl and said, "You got all the wrong ideas, A.I. But I like you, so I'm doing you a favor. The sooner you learn your place, the better."
Florence showed her fangs, still unable to say anything. But Aslain just laughed. "Growl all you want. I don't even have to bother ordering you not to bite me, because you can't. Now come here, we don't have much time."
Helpless, Florence moved closer to him. Gently, he patted her head infuriatingly. He said, "Good girl. Now, unbutton my pants."
She barely had time to consider what she was doing before her hands were at his waist. She leaned against him to stay upright, quickly manipulating the button. "Open them."
She opened his pants, revealing the boy's boxers and a strange bulge beneath them. Aslain did the next bit, lifting himself up from the counter and sliding his pants and underpants down around his thighs. Suddenly, Florence was face to face with Aslain's penis, but it didn't look anything like she remembered Scott's. It was big, and not floppy, and covered in hair. She hadn't seen Scott naked in several years, so maybe with puberty, his looked like this now. It certainly smelled the same.
Florence looked up at the young man, shocked at what he was doing. Unable to talk, she shook her head back and forth, ears flat. Her expression was unmistakable.
He didn't seem to care about her objections. He simply said, "Start licking it."
Florence clenched her eyes shut, unable to stop herself from leaning forward and running her wide, wet tongue along the underside of Aslain's erection. Then, she licked him again, and again, wrinkling her nose. The taste wasn't wholly unpleasant, but the act was. If her canine eyes could have wept, she would have. She had never felt so violated, completely unaware exactly how much power anybody on the street had over her. She was powerless.
Moaning, Aslain made her lick him for almost a minute, his hands on the back of her head, directing her. He made her lick every inch, until his penis glistened with her saliva. Then, he said, "Stop," putting a finger gently beneath her chin and lifting her muzzle until she was looking into his hard, cold eyes.
"See? You're just a tool to be used how we see fit," he said, quietly. Florence looked away from him, grimacing. "You don't have free will. Get up here," he ordered.
Immediately she obeyed, cringing. Aslain offered his hands, and she took them, suddenly being hoisted up into the teenager's lap. Her short, canine legs curled over his waist, her tail resting between his knees. She shuddered as his hands slid to her own waist, lifting her much lighter form up and pulling her closer. The white fur of her chest nestled against his smooth skin, but what truly terrified Florence lay just below her.
She knew now that he wasn't going to stop. He was going to take her, against her will - rape her in her own back yard. And there was nothing she could do about it!
A hand slid to her tail, lifting it up at the same time that Aslain began to lower her slender, thirteen-yearld body. She trembled, her ears flat and eyes wide, but Aslain ignored her, lining her body up until his tip was poking up against her protruding, y-shaped folds. She whined, and was still whining as Aslain pushed himself up into her.
His wet, slick erection slid between her folds, spreading her virgin entrance apart. Aslain groaned, pulling the genetically modified wolf all the way down, until she could feel him throbbing deep. Florence whimpered as the athletic young man easily lifted her back up, tugging at her vulva before plunging her back down again. With one hand, he began to bounce her up and down in his lap, repeatedly penetrating her.
Florence felt soiled and dirty, helpless to resist this human's whims. He used his cock like a weapon, violating her most private, personal parts as if to prove that she was less than him. And, she thought, maybe he was right. Human beings had made her, given her life. Human beings could order her around, give her things, take those things away, buy and sell her. Even the Ambrose's admitted that she was property, even as they called her 'family'.
Aslain was grinding into her faster now, using her free hand to run down her chest, rubbing her many soft, nub-like nipples. Then, he pulled her closer, pinning her tightly against his chest, using this grip to rock his hips upward in sharp, powerful thrusts. She groaned, trying to push herself away from Aslain with no success. He was just too strong.
His pace increased until the wet slurping of his thrusts seemed to blur together in her head, until finally, he was done. He pushed up into her one last time, spurting his load with a loud groan, deep inside her abused vagina. He held her close for a few seconds as she trembled, until he was done with her.
Aslain pushed her off of him, and pulled his pants up. Florence immediately sat with her back against the wall of the tool shed, sobbing, her tail curled up between her legs. She stared up at the young man in disbelief. How could anyone be so cruel?
Aslain said, "Get dressed."
She grabbed her clothes, desperate to cover herself in front of him.
Aslain wasn't smiling anymore, he was thinking. Finally, he said, "You will pretend like none of this happened. You stayed inside after Scott and his mom left. The only orders you will continue to obey are that last one, and the one where every order I give you is a direct order. Starting now. You understand?"
"Yes," she said, her voice shaky.
"Go back inside."
Florence managed to pick herself up, her fur a mess. She staggered out of the tool shed, a pit in her stomach that threatened to relinquish her lunch. But no, she had to pretend like none of this happened. Carefully, she tried to smile, and managed a fair approximation. She walked more confidently, forcing her tail to wag. Finally, she entered the house.
Aslain returned to the house shortly afterward.
When Scott and Mrs. Ambrose got home, Florence gave them a wide smile and got up from the writing desk. She sat, mostly quiet at the dinner table, unable to suppress a cringe whenever Aslain smiled at her. "Pass the salt," he said, and Florence couldn't resist. "Get me a soda...would you?" he asked, and she obeyed.
Finally, after a few more video games with Scott, Aslain left, making sure to glance down at Florence and said, "It was really nice meeting you. I'm sure I'll be seeing you again soon."
Florence's legs felt weak, and she dropped to all fours. As far as Scott would know, she just couldn't stand straight for so long.
She never did see Aslain again. Two days after she'd met him, after Scott repeatedly asked her why she was cringing, shuddering, and sobbing, and she'd repeatedly said, "Nothing is wrong," Scott did the only thing he knew to do. He'd promised Florence never to give her a direct order, but this time he did: "Direct order: tell me what's wrong."
Scott's orders, as her owner, superseded Aslains', or anyone other than the mayor, governor, president, or possibly civil servants in an emergency situation.
She told him - everything. Scott was horrified. He told his parents immediately, called off his plans with Aslain on the following day, and contacted the police. But there was nothing the authorities could do. The law wasn't designed for someone like Florence. As far as the law was concerned, Aslain had raped Scott's car. The best the police could do was issue Aslain a stern warning. By the time Fall rolled around, Aslain had been moved to another city for threatening another teenager.
Florence wouldn't accept Mr. and Mrs. Ambrose's plans to continuing homeschooling her. In the Fall, she started high school with the other fourteen-yearlds, and proved a model student. She worked hard to prove herself, studying and working harder than the others. Scott said Florence was just smarter than them, but she knew better. Human beings had discovered and invented so many amazing things throughout history. She could never compete with that.
She wasn't human. She wasn't a dog. And she wasn't a robot. But she could prove that she was a person. Florence navigated high school, and then college much like any other student, aside from barking at a few stray cats. Scott had discovered the workaround, the way to circumvent the hard-coded safeguards that had made her so vulnerable, and she would always love him as her brother.
Scott only gave her two direct orders in her life, both on the same day. The second order was "Use your best judgement in following direct orders."
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*As Told By Her*
We had decided to do another houseboat jaunt on the Myall lakes. We hadn’t done this since the eighties and then it was May, the middle of autumn, not as conducive to nude swimming and sunbathing as this month, February, the best part of our summer.
Rob and I are in our forties, three kids grown up and able to look after themselves, so now we get to enjoy the things we like to do.
The Myall lakes are a beautiful part of the world, about 4 hours north of Sydney, adjacent to some of those northern beaches. You can actually anchor the boat, in some parts, and walk across the dunes to the ocean beaches. The lakes themselves are probably 3 times the size of Sydney harbour and are surrounded by pristine beaches and bushland, a haven for birds and wildlife. Rob and I particularly like them for the peace and quiet, and the opportunity to go naked almost all the time.
We picked up the houseboat at Bulahdelah, a pretty little town on the Pacific highway, the main coastal link between Sydney and Brisbane.
We take all our supplies for the time we are to be away, this time seven days, food, alcohol and a little bit of clothing.
The houseboat was a six berth, quite spacious for two people. It had a lounge area, where the helm is (that’s the steering wheel for you landlubbers) and this area could convert into a large double bed, plus there were two separate lounges, which also converted to beds if necessary.
Down some steps towards the stern (back) was the well-equipped galley (kitchen) and forward from the galley, under the lounge, was the double bedroom. Out the back door, at the stern, is a ladder up to the deck, which covers almost the entire boat. There’s a gas barbecue, tables and chairs and plenty of space for nude sunbathing, or anything else for that matter. If you know what I mean!
Very, very comfortable and cosy.
We sailed off down the river towards the lakes, this part of the journey takes about two and a half hours, and around the first bend out of site of the town we shed our clothes. I opened a cold bottle of champagne and poured us both a glass. Handing Rob his I said “Here’s to a wonderful seven days of relaxation, eating, drinking, fucking and oh by the way did I mention fucking.”
Rob just grinned and took a mouthful of his champagne. I did likewise and with my mouth full of the cold liquid, went to the helm where he was steering, kneeled down and took his semi-erect cock in my mouth. He shuddered with the effect of the cold liquid and my hot mouth and immediately his cock sprang to full attention. I swallowed the champagne ane set about continuing my ministrations to his wonderful shaved cock and balls. Rob isn’t overly long, about 15cms (6 inches) but he is very thick and I love taking the fullness deep into my mouth. I learnt to swallow him (and then many others) without gagging, early in our marriage and I know how much pleasure I give him when I deep throat him.
I proceeded to do just this with much vigour.
“Honey,” Rob gasped, “I’ve got to get this thing out to the lakes. There’s nowhere here I can anchor without blocking the river.”
I took my mouth off his cock and said, “That’s OK sweetheart, you just keep sailing and I’ll keep sucking.”
“But I want to fuck you.”
“You can later, but for now you’ll just have to put up with my sucking so relax and enjoy.” I went back to my pleasure giving. I dragged my teeth lightly up to the rim of his beautiful knob, he’s circumcised, then slipped his cock out of my mouth, ran my tongue down the underside of his cock to his balls, sucked on each of them in turn. I then grabbed them and gently squeezed them together and took both of them in my mouth and started stroking his hard shaft. I could feel the pre-come oozing from his knob and let his balls fall out of my mouth and plunged it straight down over his cock ‘til it hit the back of my throat and I swallowed him deeply. I pulled my mouth back to his knob and repeated the process, over and over, ‘til I felt his balls tighten.
“Honey I’m gonna come,” he gasped.
“I know,” I muffled through my mouthful.
I felt the first of his come hit the back of my throat and lifted my head and let the next spurts land on my breasts as I worked my hand up and down his shaft ‘til he was all spent. I rubbed the sperm over my tits.
“You are, without a doubt, the worlds best cocksucker,” my hubby said, when he got his breath back.
“Thank you darling, you always say that.”
“It’s the truth you know it. God knows I’ve had my cock sucked by enough women to know who’s the best.”
I accepted the compliment because I knew he genuinely meant it. Besides I’ve had many other men tell me the same. It’s funny because it’s not something that really turns me on. I have a girlfriend who gets right off on it. She’s only got to stick a dick in her mouth and she starts cumming. Not me. I enjoy doing it because I know I’m giving the guy pleasure, and I like that, but it doesn’t get my juices flowing that much.
We sailed on down to the lakes.
That evening we anchored in a little cove off the main lake. We both dressed for dinner, me in a little white semi transparent mini dress and G-string and Rob in shorts and a T-shirt. Rob cooked a wonderful meal on the barbecue and we polished off a great 10 year old Cabernet Shiraz. We hadn’t long finished our wine when Rob got up and came to me, stood behind me and started massaging my shoulders.
“Careful,” I said “You know how a shoulder and neck massage gets me going.”
“Yes I know exactly what it does.”
With that he slipped the thin shoulder straps over my arms and exposed my breasts. He massaged my shoulders, neck and let his hands trail down to my tits; my nipples were already hard and erect. He pinched each one between his fingertips, causing me to moan involuntarily, he bent over my shoulder and lifted one of my tits to his mouth and sucked on it hungrily. I moaned again. He repeated the process with the other one.
I could feel my G-string getting wet.
Rob let his hand trail down over my belly to my shaved mound, felt my wetness and slid two fingers straight into my cunt.
I came!
He bent his mouth to mine and kissed me, his tongue probing into my mouth as I savoured his passion. Rob lifted me from the chair, as the sky started to darken with the impending nightfall, and my dress fell to the floor. I stood there in just my
G-string and Rob gazed at me adoringly.
“God, you are still so beautiful.”
I’m pretty happy with my 36 26 36 figure. After three kids my tits don’t sag that much, I’ve always had great legs, my bum’s still firm and, through good pelvic exercises, my cunt is still nice and tight.
“Thank you darling, you look pretty good yourself.” As I eyed his very solid erection.
Rob dropped to his knees in front of me, pulled my outer lips apart and lapped voraciously at my wet cunt.
Just then, in the darkening evening, another boat pulled into our little cove.
Rob hesitated in his licking for just a moment.
“Fuck them,” I said, “We were here first.”
Rob returned to my pleasure bud. He was nibbling at my clit now and I was lost in my moanings of pleasure. He again inserted two fingers into my cunt as he nibbled at me.
The noise of my pleasure must have reached the other boat, because it sailed right up to our boat and dropped anchor less than twenty feet away.
Again my hubby stopped.
“Don’t stop now,” I growled.
He renewed his ministrations with more vigour and I orgasmed, not quietly.
After my orgasm had subsided a little, Rob withdrew his fingers and placed them in my mouth to suck my own juices from them. At the same time he bent me over the railing on the deck, facing the other boat, and entered me from behind. I drew a breath as his cock filled me with its thickness. The two couples on the other boat were now staring in our direction, trying to see all our movements.
Rob started really pounding me from behind, hammering at my cunt with his thick cock, bending me right over the rail, my tits hanging down and flailing wildly with each stroke. I could clearly here the comments from the other boat.
“My god, they’re fucking, right out here in the open. How disgusting!”
I didn’t care. Wave after wave of pleasure was sending me towards orgasm. Rob’s cock seemed to be getting thicker and longer as I plunged helplessly to my own release. I felt my climax just as Rob shot his load deep into my cunt and I screamed in sheer pleasure. He stayed with his cock still buried deep inside me as I regained my composure. I eventually straightened up and his cock fell out of me with a “plop”.
Our neighbours were still standing there with jaws agape when Rob said; quite loudly “You’d think they’d never seen anyone fuck before.”
With that we went down below to our bed.
Next day, about mid-morning Rob said, “Why don’t we go over to Mungo Brush? We’ve never been there before.”
I thought this a little strange. Usually when we go on these sorts of adventures, we stay away from everyone. Just enjoy each other’s company, relax and have great, unrushed sex.
“If you really want to,” I said unenthusiastically.
“Yeah, I’d like to. We’ve never been there before.”
So about lunchtime we headed the little motorised dinghy over to Mungo Brush.
We had to put clothes on, so I put on as little as possible. A black halter neck sundress, G-string and high-heeled sandals. Rob had slacks, open necked shirt and slipn shoes.
There turned out to be quite a nice restaurant at the village and we enjoyed a lovely seafood meal with a chilled chardonnay.
As we were finishing our wine a tallish young guy walked toward us. He was wearing a tight T-shirt, which emphasised his muscular chest and a pair of tight fitting jeans.
“Rob, how the hell are you?”
“Hi Glen, what are you doing up in this neck of the woods?”
Now, call me stupid if you like, but this Glen was staring at me, with what I imagined to be lust, as he spoke to Rob, and I was getting that familiar wetness in my crotch. Fuck he was gorgeous!
“I’m heading down to Hawks Nest, and decided to have some lunch here while I was waiting for the car ferry.” Hawks Nest is a beautiful village right on the ocean at the entrance to Port Stephens. Our prime minister often holidays there.
Sounded like a perfectly good answer to this girl, the one with the wet crotch.
“Oh god I’m sorry. Glen this is my wife, Catherine. Catherine this is Glen. Glen works for one of the companies I deal with.”
Still sounded like a perfectly reasonable explanation to me. I was still dribbling pussy juice, the way he was looking at me.
“You told me your wife was attractive. You didn’t tell me she was drop dead gorgeous.”
Oh, this boy had me. I was getting wetter and wetter.
“Thank you Glen, I bet you say that to all the girls.”
“Only the absolutely stunning ones Catherine.”
“Hey Glen,” my hubby interjected “What’s doing at Hawks Nest?”
“Not much mate. Just going to have a couple of days R & R before heading back to work.”
“We’ve got a houseboat for a week,” my hubby said, “I’m sure Catherine wouldn’t mind if you joined us for a day or two, would you honey?”
Mind, MIND! I’m sitting here with liquid pouring out of my pussy, fantasizing about fucking this hunk, and my hubby says would I MIND!
“No,” I said demurely, “As long as Glen wouldn’t think it to boring being with an old married couple.”
“I’d love to join you, and I don’t think I’m going to be bored for one minute.”
Not if I have my way baby, I thought.
“It’s settled then. Let’s pay the bill and be out of here.”
We sailed the little dinghy back to the boat. Glen helped Rob secure the dinghy and we got under way.
I was standing at the stern, watching the wake from the twin outboards, trying to control my quivering pussy, when Glen came up behind me.
“Rob tells me you like going naked,” he said.
“Yes, I love the feeling of the cool air on my body, but only while we’re on our own. I embarrass easily. I’m not twenty something any more.”
“I don’t think you have the slightest thing to be embarrassed about Catherine. Most women would kill for your figure.”
Oh great. That’s it. Start the bloody juices flowing again.
The boat lurched suddenly to the side. I fell against Glen and he grabbed me, one hand encircling my right breast, the other on my thigh as he held me from falling.
“Sorry, bloody jet skiers,” my hubby called from the helm.
I didn’t care. I was leaning against this hunk and I could feel his erection, through his jeans, pressing into my back.
“I should let you go,” Glen whispered.
“Yes, you should,” said I, not moving.
He turned me around to face him and undid the bow at the back of my halter. My dress fell to the deck. I heard his sharp intake of breath.
“You are staggeringly beautiful, nearly naked.”
I may as well be naked, I thought, all I had left on was a G-string that was now totally transparent, thanks to my over active pussy juices.
Just then the boat slowed and I realized we were turning into a cove. I bent to retrieve my dress.
“Don’t,” Glen said, “Please stay naked and let me feast my eyes on your body.”
That almost did it! I bloody near orgasmed there and then.
The boat stopped and I heard the anchor drop.
“I think I’ll go up on the deck and get some sun,” I stammered. I climbed the steps to the sun deck knowing Glen was standing underneath me watching. Surely he could see my juices on the inside of my thighs.
I laid down on one of the airbeds and tried to gather my thoughts. Was I being naive and this was a planned thing. God knows Rob and I have fucked our way through many threesomes, foursomes and moresomes before. But this wasn’t Rob’s usual “modes operendi.”
The guys appeared on the steps, Rob carrying a bucket with two bottles of champagne and ice in it, Glen with three glasses.
“You look a little hot hon,” Rob said.
“I think she’s extremely hot,” smiled Glen.
“Why don’t you take your G-string off honey?” my hubby asked.
Fuck it I thought, “Cause you guys are fully clothed,” I reminded them.
“That’s easily fixed,” Glen said, and stripped off immediately.
When he pulled his jeans down, I had to stop myself from staring at his shaved genitals. His cock was already half hard and longer than Robs, even in that state.
“Seen something you like?” my hubby enquired of Glen with a smile on his face.
“You betcha,” Glen replied.
They both sat on the airbed either side of me. Glen handed me a glass of wine.
“Here’s to a wonderful afternoon of sun…..and sex,” my hubby toasted.
That was all the encouragement Glen needed. He put down his glass, slipped his fingers through the waistband of my G-string, and pulled it off.
“Oh fuck,” he exclaimed, “There are very few pussies that look good shaved, your’s is fantastic.”
“Look how turned on she is,” my hubby said, “Her cunt juices are glistening in the sun.”
Glen wasn’t waiting to look, he just buried his head between my thighs and started lapping up my juices. Rob bent over and took my left nipple in his mouth just as Glen slipped two fingers into my cunt. That was all it took, I orgasmed, clutching Glen’s head with my hands and his fingers with my cunt muscles as I came.
“My god, I can hardly wait to feel that pressure on my cock,” Glen said.
Without waiting for any further encouragement, Glen rolled me onto my back, put my knees over his elbows and guided his cock into my dripping cunt. Glen is longer than my hubby by a good two inches. Not a nearly as thick, but longer. He thrust it home with one shove. I screamed and orgasmed again. He then proceeded to pound away at my lovenest, extracting more and more mini orgasms from me.
Just when I thought the almighty blast was coming, he withdrew, turned me over on my tummy, lifted me up onto all fours and slid into from behind, doggy style.
This gave my hubby the opportunity to slip his meat into my mouth.
Now you already know from earlier in the story how I can deep throat. But with somebody pounding away at your cunt from behind, it gives a whole new meaning and sensation. Every time Glen hit my cervix with his cock, I swallowed more of Rob, so that Rob’s cock was so far down my throat none of his come would be in my mouth.
And that’s exactly what happened.
I could feel Glen’s cock getting thicker as he approached his orgasm, Rob’s getting thicker as he approached his and my cunt contracting as I approached mine.
Glen was the first to let go! With a roar he shot his load into my cunt. Simultaneously I started to violently orgasm, I couldn’t scream, Rob’s cock was too far down my throat, and then Rob’s load was gushing into my gut.
I collapsed onto the airbed, my mouth and cunt still full of cock.
I must have passed out for a few minutes, because the first thing I saw was Rob leaning over me with a wet cloth, sponging my face with an anxious look.
“Are you alright hon?”
“Never better sweetheart,” I whispered, “That was bloody wonderful.”
“Here, have a glass of champagne.” Glen, the thoughtful bartender.
“Thanks. I could use a drink.”
We sat, talked and drank champagne in the warm afternoon sun.
I don’t know if it was the booze, the sun or just being naked in the outdoors with two horny men, but I started to get wet again. I could see the guys were beginning to get aroused as well.
Fuck it, I thought, I might as well take matters into my own hand. So I leaned over and took Glen’s half hard cock into my mouth. He groaned and lay on his back, so I had to get on my knees to continue my ministrations. That presented my pussy into the air and next thing I knew Rob was sliding his fat cock into me.
Glen’s cock was reaching its fullness. I took my mouth off it, looked into his eyes and said, “Double me.”
“What?”
“Double penetrate me.”
My hubby knew what I wanted.
“My wife wants one of us in her pussy and the other up her arse.”
Glen looked shocked. I don’t think he’d ever fucked anyone anally before.
Oh well, there’s always got to be a first time.
“Who’ll go where?” he stammered.
Rob decided demonstration was the order of the day. He pushed Glen aside, slid under me in my all fours position and I lowered my pussy onto his fat cock. This left my arse in the air for Glen to seize the moment. I rode away on Rob’s cock and thought to myself, he’s too scared. But then I felt some lube being applied to my arse, a finger tentatively probed the opening, and then slide in comfortably.
I felt the finger withdraw and a larger, harder member nudge at my opening. I tried to relax my arse muscles as I felt the initial penetration. First the pain, then the beginning of pleasure as he passed the barrier, his cock sinking into my innermost depths.
The guys started to move in unison. The feeling of fullness as both my holes were ravaged, just the thin layer of membrane separating the two cocks inside me.
Does it get any better than this?
Their paces quickened, along with mine, my breath now coming in ragged gasps. I felt both of their cocks starting to thicken, their pace increasing to rapid hammering of my openings.
I felt my orgasm rushing up on me. I started to scream as I felt the first jet of come explode into my cunt. Rob came first. Then just as he started to slow I felt Glen thrust himself as far as he could up my arse as he emptied his load deep into my bowel.
I screamed again and collapsed onto Rob, Glen’s cock still deeply imbedded in my arse.
Later that evening over a delicious barbecue Rob asked Glen did he have to leave tomorrow.
“Not really, if you’d like me to stay for awhile.”
I just smiled, leaned back in my chair, opened my legs for the guys to see my naked cunt and thought, “Here we go again.” | Houseboating Ch. 01 | [
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"Foxes", part 6 of "Under the Devil's Eye" by H. A. Kirsch (HawkWolf) Copyright 2006. Chadrick Fox copyright himself.
All other characters copyright H. A. Kirsch
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Most stores have some sort of doorbell, be it an electronic chime or a rattling little bell.
Black and Silver Leather had handcuffs. Police cuffs, metal and leather cuffs, prison shackles. When Hawk shoved the door open, the rattle made anyone nearby look up from what they were doing. That anyone was only Anthony the tiger at the moment.
"Thought you were never coming back. Come to see a cat?" The striped feline said, looking up from a rather menacing sex toy sitting on the counter. The cat brandished it.
"Well, coming to see the cat's store. What the hell is that thing?" Hawk pointed a half-gloved finger.
Up came the toy again, a silicone thing the size of the wolf's arm. It had a textured grip handle at one end, a knurled ring about halfway up, and a contoured series of blobs curving up to a small round tip. "This? This is the Power Probe." Tony was reading from the package. "The Power Probe gives you an extra thrill for each rounded inch, the throb of penetration again and again. The gentle curvature helps-"
"Ungh. That thing would come out my mouth. That's gross." Hawk made a face and wandered around in front of the main glass counter, eyes flicking back to a display case of multicolored bottles and vials.
"So what brings you here? Got anything you're looking for?"
The wolf shrugged. "Well. I think I'm set for clothes right now. I need some... tools. Gear, you know. Just got paid and sacked away all the bills. You know how that is."
The tiger crossed his arms and nodded. Tony had always looked like a thug, despite not being nearly as built as, say, Clyde. The two of them had been acquaintances, and Hawk had studied with the bengal a few times at Clyde's urging, so the cat didn't fail. Now, he had on a leather muscle shirt and eye-popping orange leather jeans, a single black stripe down each leg, a pair of western work gloves on his hands. He was as far from a basketball player as possible. "Well. Are we talking toys of the 'marital aid' variety, or the 'chains that bind' variety?"
"We're talking the, I've never bought sex toys so I want everything variety. I think I'll just look around for now," Hawk said, feeling suddenly small inside. The tough, black wolf who tied up a fox in an abandoned brownstone the other week now didn't even know if he wanted a dildo or something with d-rings. "Just holler if you need me, then."
Hawk nodded, and started to wander. The wolf wondered to himself if it was abnormal that he didn't find anything in the store shocking. Even the sight of a german shepherd mannequin, bound up in an astonishing array of mummification leather gear and pony-play equipment, snout through the bars of a metal puppy cage, didn't faze him. He got the sinking feeling that maybe he was insane, or lacking a conscience..
Or being stared at. The wolf's muzzle flipped back over his shoulder, in time to see something. He didn't know what it was. He stared ahead at a layout of enema equipment. The feeling slowly came up, two spots of black in a chance reflection on a piece of metal. Hawk spun just in time to see a black nosepad disappear around the corner of the next aisle.
"Give me a break," he growled, and stalked around, grabbing the two racks of clothes. Looking startled and flustered was a fairly small red fox. "Why are you spying on me?"
The fox huffed. "Just thought you looked familiar. Like someone I met." The vulpine pretended to look at something else. "A wolf."
"Yeah, not surprising, since I am a wolf," Hawk snorted. "Well, so what, am I not your little friend?"
"I don't know... 'my little friend' wouldn't wear a shirt like that. He'd wear head to toe leather gear. And these really awesome boots."
Hawk narrowed his eyes, looking down his nose at the fox. "Yeah?"
"And he had this screwed up friend who seemed really fucked up all the time."
Hawk clicked his teeth together. "You know what's funny? I have a screwed up 'friend' who seems really fucked up all the time. Just how did you meet this wolf?"
The fox's ears perked straight up, the brush-tail becoming animated. "Uh. Well, errfff. He.. met me at this club, and then.. kind of convinced me to follow him... and then.."
"You idiot, you're staring right at him! You're.. uh.." Hank searched his brain. Just as the fox was opening his muzzle, he spat it out. "Chad, right?"
"Wow. No way! Imagine that. Meeting a big, nasty wolf at a leather store."
Hawk rolled his eyes. "Who'dve thought? Look, what was that about my shirt? You don't like this shirt?"
"You're such a thug. Are you part of the mafia or something? Look at that, you even have a necklace!"
The wolf glared. "I'm from Jersey. It's casual Friday, alright? I got off work and came right on over here, because ... you know. I was kind of excited about maybe buying something fun." Hawk's outfit consisted of a blue and white hawaiian shirt, nothing underneath, a cowboy belt, black jeans, and his tall stovepipe black cowboy boots.
"You can wear that at work? No fucking way. Where the hell do yo work?" The fox's tail was as bushed out as it could get. Hawk just leaned on the rack.
"A company."
"Ha ha, funny."
"So anyway, I guess I'm sorry about last week."
"What? Sorry? That was awesome!"
Hawk felt uncomfortable. "Oh."
Chad walked over to a big wall display of restraints. "Anyway. So, which one's better, this or this?" The fox pointed one black finger at a leather sleeve arm binder and one finger at what looked like two shoulder-length opera gloves with an elaborate harness attaching them together.
"What, which looks better?"
"I guess..."
Hawk looked. He pictured Chad in both, ears growing hot, a bulge filling up his pants. He growled to himself. "What?"
The wolf looked back down to the vulpine. "I think I like the one on the right. Those glove things... it looks like it's not going to come off. And it's snug fitting, you know, you'd feel it more. And it just looks... hotter."
"Hmmf. Well. It's also more money. Dammnit. Hang on, I gotta check something."
The fox darted off, Hawk following lazily. There wasn't anything hugely special about Chad - he had on a camp shirt and jeans, a pair of leather casual shoes, neatly trimmed fur. Nice to look at, definitely shapely. In leather, if the wolf's memory served him right, the fox was very alluring.
Chad was up at the counter, tail swaying back and forth. "Hey. I have an order I placed a while back."
"Name?"
"Chadrick Fox."
Hawk grinned and sputtered out a chuckle. "You're kidding me. A fox-"
"Named Fox, I know I know, I know, I know I know, it's a family name and it goes back before the fall. So there."
Tony was rifling through some index cards, and then pulled out a black satin bag. "Here it is." Out of the bag came a long, braided rope. "Wow. Now that's impressive. Never seen leather rope before."
Hawk watched as Chad fondled the rope. "Mrrrr. I want to get one of those arm binders too," the vulpine chirped. "But I can't, this is too expensive. Right? Tell me it's too expensive." There had to be enough of it to tie someone down to the tracks.
"Well, the quote was 250. John wrote down 275 for final price. That's that."
"Urr. Dammnit. Fine..." the fox groused, getting out his wallet. A swipe of a card later, he had his leather braided rope back in its bag. "Thanks."
Hawk grinned at the fox. "You're naughty."
"That's an understatement, Hawk. Seeya." The fox grinned up at the wolf, then made his way out the door.
"You two friends?" Tony said, leaning back onto his stool.
The black wolf shrugged. "We know each other. So.. uh." He looked to see if Chad was outside yet - he was. "Can you recommend something for, you know, anal play?"
"Hmm. On yourself or on someone else?"
"I guess.. myself. And... uh, which one of these would you recommend?" Hawk pointed a black claw a the display case. "A friend of mine let me have a few whiffs of that stuff the other night, and I felt real loose."
"First things first, big wolf. Especially if you're going to be messing with that stuff, you want something real sensuous. A lot of feel to it." Tony sounded like he was talking about a gun, or a fine sword, or wine. The big cat left his post behind the counter and made his way to the wall where all the sex toys hung. "You want realistic, artsy, what?"
"Crap. I don't know." The wolf shrugged. "Why'd you ask if it was for me or someone else?"
Tony took down a rather sizable box and opened it up. "Suction cup." The dong inside was not hugely realistic, although it had quite a nicely shaped and plump glans knob - it swelled and rippled along the length. "This kind of thing, this is nice for slow work. Really feeling every inch. Here."
Suddenly, Hawk was holding a dildo. "Huh. It's kind of big."
"Well, you said you wanted to get some poppers. That stuff'll really loosen you up. Then it'll feel like you're sticking a pencil in."
Hawk shrugged again. "And if I want to get really hard action?"
"You find a horse. Actually, they don't do it hard. But, anyway, you probably want something that's sturdy and pretty evenly shaped. Like this."
Hawk had to set down the first tool as Tony got down the second. "I have this one at home. Soft enough that it feels real, firm enough that the curve will twist your tail into a fucking spiral."
The dong was very realistic, definitely humanoid. It also beat Hawk out in the size department, especially in girth. "Hmm. I like this. It's big. Impressive. And it's black."
"Haha, yeah.. that's surprisingly popular. If you want some of the more exotic ones, we have them in the probing section. The wolf ones, for example.. they're really more like really big butt toys than full dildos. Once that knot's in, they're not moving."
"Mmm, I think... I think these will do."
"Whoa there, both?"
"Yeah. You know. Sweet and sour." Hawk put the first dildo back into its box, the cat handling the second. They made their way back over to the counter. "Hey, you know, I've been in a sex shop once before. A few years ago. I kind of sneaked in while my dad was showing me around L.A. How come sales people don't just try to make you buy stuff? If I go to a clothing store, they just want my money."
"People won't fork over the money if they're scared."
"Scared?"
"Think about it."
The cat started ringing things up. Hawk suddenly perked. "Wait, wait-"
"Oh right!" Tony huffed. "Yeah. So, everything in this case except this-" He withdrew a cobalt blue vial, "Is pretty much crap. I sell it because guys swear that this brand is better than that brand, but this stuff... it hits hard, and when it starts to go bad, it doesn't make your head pound."
The wolf inspected it. "Hmm. Okay. Cool. So, that's it. Oh wait, dammnit. I wanted a cock ring."
"Down, boy! Last time you came in here, you walked away with a mint!"
"I want something that looks as cool as it works. I love that... something around my cock. It feels cool."
"Then you want this. I haven't even put them out yet. Nice solid metal, heavy but not real wide. Just enough to feel it, not enough that it's going to get stuck. Take your pick." Three rings were out on the glass in a matter of moments, from a nondescript white box. Hawk picked the middle one.
"Okay." Transaction and-"You're all set."
"Thanks man. I'll uh, let you know if your advice works out next time I come by."
Hawk felt strange carrying a black toughpaper bag out of the store. Obviously, it was something he'd bought, and no random person would know there were two sizable dildos and a vial of poppers in it. Anyone who did know what the bag meant would know the wolf was being a bad, naughty wolf. Then again, if they knew... He nearly walked into Chad. "What the hell are you doing standing in the middle of the sidewalk?!" Pause. "Oh, it's you."
"I'm waiting for a bus!"
"Huh." Hawk stood there.
"Well? Why are you standing in the middle of the sidewalk?"
The wolf tried to keep as neutral a face as he could. "Uh, so where do you live?"
"Why, so you can stalk me?"
"No, so I can drive you home. If you live on the way.."
"I live on Lamont, the other side of town.."
"That's on the way. Come on."
They got in Hawk's truck, which immediately horrified the fox. "This is awful, you drive one of these?"
"Yeah? You want to explain why it's so awful?" Hawk hauled himself into the H1, Chad having to climb up.
"It's a fucking Hummer!"
Hawk started it with a clattering diesel rumble. "This fucking Hummer was my Uncle's. When he bit it, I got his house, his truck, and his money."
"Lucky shit."
"Yeah, well. Look at me, I'm jubilant," Hawk growled, and they drove off. "So, uh. What do you do, anyway?"
"I, uh, go to school."
Hawk narrowed his eyes. "What kind of school?"
"College! I'm not that young! I'm 19. I'm at LTC. I want to get into meterologic sciences."
"You want to be a weatherman."
"Well, maybe. Maybe I want to do something better, but it's hard and I hate school. And I don't know if I want to be on TV." The fox looked out the window. "You drive fast."
"I don't take my time."
"You'll get a ticket."
"I can stare holes through anyone."
"You'd try to stare down a cop?!"
"Well, the first time, probably."
Chad squirmed in his seat - Hawk looked over and saw that fox trying to adjust an erection so it matched up with a crease in his jeans.
"You said Lamont, right?"
"Shit, that wasn't very long. I guess I'm so used to the fucking bus. Uh, mine's the little beige house."
"You go to college, and you have a house?"
"This is a shitty neighborhood!" The fox yowled. "It's cheap. And it's a duplex. And I have a job too, I intern at WXPL."
"Hmm. Well, ride's over. Out."
"Hrrmph, yourself."
Hawk glared. "Give me your phone number."
"What?"
"I said, give me your phone number. So we can do something without having to meet at that bar."
The fox dug out his phone and pushed a button on it. Hawk's chirped, and he saved the number away. "There. Was that so bad?"
"Hrrr, asshole." The fox stalked off towards the steps of his house. As Hawk was driving away, the wolf looked back - Chad was discreetly trying to stare.
Hawk had planned on testing out his new catches as soon as he got home, but after delivering the fox, he had sex on his mind. Sex with someone else, not alone in his bedroom. Maybe going down to The Pit wouldn't be so bad... maybe Alzarre wouldn't be such a schmuck, maybe he'd find someone fun.. maybe the fox would be there.
What To Wear? Hawk went down to the basement, opened up his leather collection. He'd been either dressing swank or like a hard-ass top wolf lately - time for a little biker wolf. His trusty big-collar motorcycle jacket, newly conditioned and cleaned up; long riding gauntlets, the cuffs freshly shined; codpiece pants he'd picked up from Black and Silver; bar chaps he'd gotten online a couple years back, with a custom extra wide belt and chrome buckle with an onyx inlay he'd made after-hours at Lainsville Tech's metal shop; high-shine knee-high Chippewa engineer boots, complete with metal ankle chains and a spur strap sans spurs he found at a garage sale; and no hat.
A loud thrum came from across the room, turning into a rattle. The wolf's cell phone buzzed on the top of Hawk's toy trunk - mostly empty - until it fell off the edge. He grabbed it up.
"Hi, is this uh, Hawk?" The voice was recognizably... vulpine.
"No."
"What? Are you kidding? Asshole-"
"Kidding! Kidding! Dammnit, who's this?"
"Rrrrr, it's Chad, do you want to come over? I'm lonely..." The fox dragged on the last syllable. Hawk imagined him rolling around and pouting. It was cute, but alluring. He shook his head.
"What? Well, I was gonna go out, but-"
"Oh my god! Oh my god! Is that what you're wearing? Put the phone so I can see!"
Hawk stared down at the phone - he was looking at the excited face of the fox he'd just been talking to at the leather shop. "Huh. You know, I've never made one of those video call things. Do I hold it like this?"
"That's the wall! Turn it around! Like you're talking into it, dumbass."
Hawk flipped the clamshell around and held it out at arm's length. A piercing squeal came out of the speaker. "Huh, did I break something?"
"Oh my god! You get in that big fucking truck of yours and get your leather-clad ass over to my house or I'm going to, I'm going to, you'll regret it."
"Why? I bet someone at the bar-"
The small screen filled up with fur and a pink tailhole. "You get this, for free, no asking, no messing around! Look at this nice, tight fox hole! Mmmm, I bet that big, black dick of yours-"
"Shut up and get yourself all pretty."
The wolf clapped the phone shut and stalked off up the stairs.
He showed up to the fox's doorstep in a black leather blazer, black leather jeans, and cowboy boots.
"Awww, where's all that hot gear?"
"It's in my truck, in a big duffel bag. I'm not going to fuck around and stand out here looking like Tom of Finland. Think of your neighbors."
"My neighbors fuck in the front windows."
"Hey. You know what? I don't see you carrying my stuff." Hawk jabbed Chad in the chest. The fox flatted his ears and pushed out past the wolf.
Hawk stepped inside, looking around the living room. After a few moments, Chad came back in, groaning and dropped the bag.
"What the fuck's in here? Bricks?"
"Leather's heavy. Nice place you got. So what the hell were you buying at that store?" Hawk kept wandering, into the dining area, then the kitchen.
"Braided leather rope."
Hawk took out a glass, poured himself some water, and put it back. "Leather rope."
"Uh-huh." Chad was dragging the duffel across the floor. "Seriously, what the fuck's in here?"
"All the shit I have. You never know when you need something fun to wear." The black wolf got out an ice cube and sucked on it, clacking it between his teeth.
"Stop eating all my food!"
"You're a little punk, you know that? Where are you going with that bag?"
"My fucking bedroom. Now come on."
Hawk lingered in the hallway, spied the bathroom, and made for it. "Sorry, I have to take a piss. Amuse yourself for a few minutes."
"It doesn't take a few minutes to pee!" Chad complained, from inside his bedroom. Hawk closed the door to the bathroom and did his business. Chad really was a little punk - maybe he had a ball gag or a bit, maybe a muzzle in his bedroom that the wolf could shut his bitchy mouth up with.
Hawk also took a moment to brush his teeth, then headed back for Chad's room. He tried the knob - no luck. "Hey, I thought you wanted me to hurry up. Open the fucking door."
"Nuh-uh, you took too long, now you don't get any fox."
"Well shit, at least give me back all my leathers."
"No! Mmrrrr, this stuff is so hot, oh god, I'm going to jerk off on all of it-"
Hawk pounded. "Knock it off and open-"
He was face to face with Chad, done up in leather gear. Black tight chaps, tall black cowboy boots, a tight black vest, black western gloves. The wolf's duffel was on the floor, undisturbed. "Mmm, you're minty. Did you brush your teeth with my toothbrush, asshole?" Chad was almost chirpy.
"Okay, so .. damn. Well, looks like you're all ready, huh?"
Chad sidled up to the black wolf, gloved fingers splaying over Hawk's package. "And you're not. I don't see that nice, black dick coming out of your pants yet. Here, let me fix that." The vulpine unbuttoned the leather, pulling black flesh out. "Mmm, now take off the rest."
"What? You want me to take off all my leather?"
Chad gave the wolf's balls a tough squeeze, wringing a grunt out of the lupine. "Just do it. I want to show you something. Besides, it's not like you don't have more."
Hawk stripped out of everything, Chad standing and watching, fondling himself. For a fox, he was pretty big, not to mention the same inky color. "Where'd you get a tool like that?"
"I don't know. Maybe I'm part dog or something."
"Yeah, you're a little bitch alright." Hawk stood nude, cracking his knuckles behind his head. Chad swatted him on the rump. "So what the hell do you want to show me?"
"Remember when you and that weird fox thing kidnapped me the other night? Mrrr, that was fun. Anyway, you kind of tied me up, right? Well, you suck at tying guys up. You know, people actually like rope bondage."
"Yeah, well, I was fucked up and I've never done it before, and blah blah blah. What, did you call me over here to teach me how to tie people up?"
"Maaaaybe. Got get up on the bed, I dunno, kneel on it." Chad went and retrieved something off his dresser, which looked suspiciously like what he'd bought at the store earlier. "I bought this really awesome leather braided rope, and uh, I figured I'd try it out on someone.. and uh, well, you also suck at rope stuff so maybe.. just put your arms behind your back." The fox groused and thumped Hawk between the shoulder blades. The wolf did as told.
"You know, I don't really know how to tie knots. I wasn't a scout or anything. You know, that whole thing with God and all that crap. Plus the scoutmaster in Lainsville was kind of a pervert." Hawk looked over his shoulder, holding his arms together behind him. Chad was already milling around again, this time getting a pair of leather handcuffs and swiping up the wolf's gloves as well.
"Put your gloves back on."
Hawk followed orders again.
"It looks hotter that way," Chad sneered, and cuffed the wolf.
"You know, the only other time someone uh, tied me up was a fox, you know. He just cuffed me and sucked me off though."
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It creaked deliciously when the fox started winding it around his arms. The ends of the rope were terminated in metal snap-clips, one of which was snapped to the d-rings on the wristcuffs.
Hawk shifted himself so he could watch in the mirror, the fox looping the rope over one wrist, then under the other, repeating in the opposite direction the next time. After a couple inches, the wolf had to pull his arms together. Once Chad was up above the elbows, Hawk had to shove his chest out with a groan. "Hey, that's kind of tight."
"What, you think you're supposed to tie guys up loosely? That's for your parents to do, with those fuzzy cuff things and rose petals in the bed."
"I don't think my parents ever did that. Well, maybe my dad."
"Shush," Chad growled, and squeezed the wolf's muzzle shut, then continued. The rope wound its way up just six inches from the wolf's shoulders before Chad did some elaborate winding and twisting before attaching the snap clip to the rope itself. "There. Look how pretty that is, all nice and neat."
Hawk had to bend himself backward slightly, or it tugged painfully at his fur. He figured he could get the rope to loosen up by pushing his arms further together, but he couldn't. He tried, squirming and growling. "Holy shit, this is tight. God damn it."
Chad had stepped back and was slowly jerking himself off. "Mmm. Now come on, wolfy, get off the bed and get down onto the floor. I think this fox needs a wolf to suck him off."
"Get out of here, I'm not going to suck your dick. And I can't even get up without falling on my ass-"
Chad slapped him, hard enough that the wolf snorted and watched spit fling onto the sheets. "Okay, then you don't get to suck my dick. I'll just have to do something else."
The fox was already back over at his toybox, a trunk sitting on the floor where the cuffs had come from. Out came a bigger pair, along with another clip, and something very complicated and black leather.
"You know, I didn't come over here to get tied up!" Hawk growled, glaring over his shoulder. "I came over here to fuck you."
"No more complaining." Chad lifted the complicated thing - now obviously a muzzle with a red ball gag in the center - and started shoving it over Hawk's muzzle.
Hawk didn't struggle as much as he thought he was going to, mostly because the idea of being tied up and messed around with was driving him completely insane. He snapped and growled, tried to thrash away, but the small fox didn't have any trouble getting the tough leather strapped on. Chad then cuffed Hawk's ankles and clipped the joint up to the wristcuffs.
"There, isn't that better? Now you don't have to worry about thrashing around." Chad stroked his gloved fingers over the straps binding the wolf's mouth shut. Hawk tried to jerk his head around and hit the fox - all he got was another paw holding him by the head-straps of the muzzle. Chad's fingers slid inside, stroked over the wolf's tongue, then climbed up on the bed. He replaced his fingers with the head of his cock, the plump glans oozing precum. "Mmm, you can't do a thing about it if I want to shoot all over your mean, nasty teeth."
Hawk snorted and shrugged away, succeeding only in falling onto his back, knees up in the air. . He tried to yell at Chad, drooling all over his teeth and chin. The fox saw this and started jerking himself off. "What's the matter? Wolfy can't do anything about the mean little fox pinning him down?" Chad went to grab for the wolf's cock, Hawk pinching his knees together. After a few tough grabs and squeezes by the fox's glove leather, he gave up trying to resist anything. Being bound had him so unexpectedly aroused that he thought he was going to spray just seconds after Chad had him.
Then something prodded his tailhole. Hawk hadn't been paying attention, concentrating on the feeling of leather wrapped around his cockhead, so Chad took advantage of the situation and dragged the wolf to the edge of the bed with a few snorts. The fox's cockhead was dripping with precum, and with a few shoves, forced straight through the wolf's tailhole.
Hawk hadn't played with his asshole for ages - he'd been planning on practicing with the toys he'd just bought later on the weekend - but despite the fox's size and too-sudden entry, it felt so good he let out a shameful series of puppy whines as his cock spasmed and poured streamers of seed all over his chest.
Chad didn't quit thrusting - he was pumping hard into Hawk's tailhole from the first push in, huffing and jerking the wolf off, then grabbing the wolf's splayed knees and bearing down to clap his chaps-clad thighs up against Hawk's rump.
Just as he was about to bark and climax, Chad yanked out and started jerking hard. "I'm going to make a big, nasty mess all over the poor, helpless little wolf-"
The fox hadn't quite realized that while the wolf's bindings made it so easy to fuck him, it also put Hawk's hands right underneath his rump, which meant right next to vulpine balls. Hawk grabbed at the fox's sac, getting a yelp from the fox, seed arching up into the air and splattering all across the wolf's wincing face. The fox had the muzzle off in what seemed like one quick motion, heaving the wolf over onto his side. The painful pressure around his arms slowly unwound, blood rushing to his fingers. Hawk unfurled and rolled off the bed, standing up. "Holy shit. Dammnit! You little punk-ass slut! You fucking came all over me!"
Chad's own leathers were flecked with wolf and fox-spunk, the fox dusting it off with a towel before throwing it at Hawk and starting to strip. "Rrrrr. Yeah. Wasn't it hot?"
"Urrh. Yeah."
"Oh come on, don't be so grudging... I mean, did you like it?"
Hawk thought for a moment. He could say what he thought - which was positive, aside from the burning tailhole the fox gave him. He could play coy. Or...
"I'll show you what I think about what you just did to me," he snarled, and grabbed Chad by the scruff. The fox was not expecting it, his hackles prickling up.
"Hey!"
Hawk dragged the fox out of his own bedroom, shoving him forward at the end of his arm straight into the bathroom. "Get in the shower."
"What? What? I'm not that dirty!"
"We'll see about that. Get in!" he shoved the fox into the tub with a snort. Chad whimpered and backed into the corner. "Down on your knees!" Hawk went for the scruff again, jerking the fox forward and shoving him until he was down.
"What are you doing!? You're not gonna-" Chad's eyes went wide as he got eye-level with the wolf's sagging black shaft.
"Hey, you got some on your face, little shit." Hawk sucked in a breath and grunted, fingers grabbing around his cock and lifting the fat head. A big rush of spunk poured out with a slap onto the bath, followed by a huge gout of yellow piss that got Chad all over the side of the face.
"No! Don't piss on me!" Chad yapped. Hawk responded by whacking the meat of his shaft against the fox's snout.
"Be quiet. I gotta piss after I shoot off. Where else am I supposed to do it?"
"In the-"
Hawk aimed another long, marking shot into the fox's mouth, chuckling darkly. The fox coughed and gurgled, jerking away, getting some of it up his nose. Chad spat and coughed, almost doubled over.
"How's it feel, having some big, asshole wolf piss up your back? All that hot, nasty urine going down through your pretty red fur.." Hawk felt that dizzying outf-body feeling creeping up, his bladder relaxing and dumping his piss-load through his cock. He had to step back to keep from hitting the walls, aiming up and down Chad's back, down over the tail. The fox waved it around with a whimper, Hawk managing to splash the back of his balls.
"Stop! Stop pissing on me! It's so embarassing!"
Hawk let go of his cock and let the last few spurts spray down along the side of the tub. "Now. Clean yourself off real good, while I go change."
The vulpine's ears were flat against his head, wet and dripping, as Hawk backed out and closed the door. After a few moments, he heard the hissing of the shower.
He nearly tiptoed back into the fox's room, a twinge running up his spine. As he shut the door, it culminated in a heavy excited chill that made him want to hop up off the carpet. Did the fox like it? Well, the fox liked being almost literally kidnapped, so he couldn't have minded a little piss... and what to do, what to do..
Hawk tore down into his duffel, rifling through leather item after item, a big sea of black. Out came a pair of boots - the custom riding ones he'd gotten several weeks earlier; his black riding leathers, the fly replaced with buttons by a tailor so there was no zipper burn; highway patrol motorcycle jacket; black gauntlet riding gloves that came up halfway to his elbow. He put it all on, having to wipe the sweat off his muzzle by the time he was done, breathing hard. He swept up the muzzle-gag that the fox had strapped onto his head.
He paused and froze, moving up to the fox's bedroom door. He heard the shower hiss stop, and waited. He heard the click of the bathroom door and lifted his shoulders up, leather creaking. The knob turned and the door clicked.
"Haaaawwwk? Are you in here?" A black muzzletip poked in the crack. The wolf stepped back as the door opened wider. Upon seeing him, Chad's hackles pricked up. "Hi."
"You know what?" Hawk stepped forward, Chad moving back two steps, into the hallway.
"No, uh, what?"
Another step. "It's my turn to play."
Chad backed up two more steps, this time hitting the wall. He looked left and right, frantic, then darted off down the hallway towards the living room.
With no words, Hawk stalked after him, not bothering to rush the fox. Chad did a fine job of spazzing out, scurrying into the kitchen, then scurrying right back out. Hawk picked up his pace, footfalls dulled by the carpet so no one else would know, until he grabbed the fox's upper arm.
"You don't want to play, little foxy?"
"Let me go! I don't want to do this in the living room! The neighbors are gonna hear!"
Hawk slapped the muzzle down on the couch, then grabbed both of Chad's arms behind his back, bending him over it. "Then I'll make sure they don't have anything to hear. Now. Take a look at this." Hawk hauled one of his boots up and planted it down on the couch next to Chad's head. "These boots were very expensive. So, why don't you act like you care about them a little?"
"N-no!'
Hawk grabbed Chad by his headfur tight enough the leather on his fingers creaked against itself. He pulled the fox up and slapped him. The wolf wasn't intending to do it hard, but after Chad flinched once, he whacked hard enough to get it done. The slap was dulled by fur but a definite crack. Chad's ears started to radiate heat. "Don't say no to me. I'm going to fuck you, right here, while you lick my boot leather. Now do it, or I'll muzzle you before you get a chance to taste it."
Chad's ears flatted and he whined, then dropped his muzzle down and to the side. He nosed along the boot toe, then started to lick it. Soon, pink was slipping along black, leaving wet trails.
"Don't make a mess," the black wolf growled, shoving down on Chad's head again, forcing his cheek to brush the spit up off his leather. "If you're going to drool, do it on my fingers." He let go of the headfur and squeezed Chad's jaw until vulpine tongue fell out. He smeared two gloved fingers along the fox's tongue until they glistened with spit.
Hawk then grabbed the fox's tail and lifted it up, stuffing the two fingers under it. Chad's body stiffened, his jaws chewing at the back of the couch. "Let's try this again. I'm going to fuck you as soon as I pull my fingers out of your ass. Do you want me to do it right here?"
"Nnnnn... uh..."
"Come on, fox."
"Yes, yes Sir, fuck me! Fuck me right here!"
Hawk withdrew his fingers, then pounded his open palm across one of the fox's cheeks with a heavy thud. "Keep your fucking voice down."
He hurridly undid his fly, yanking his sweaty cock out - still somewhat slimy under the foreskin from the fox's earlier torture - and spit down all over it, then made the head meet Chad's tailhole.
"No, come on, come on, go get some lube or something!"
Hawk milked at his shaft, precum oozing out all over the pink star, then shoved forward. Chad went still, then started to quiver, hunkering down. Then he started to thrust, his cock driving into the crevice between two cushions. "You little shit. Look at you, fucking your dick down in there, working your god-damnned asshole over my dick! And you put up that stupid fight."
"Mmmmrr, Hawwwk, come on, fuck me harder!"
The black wolf answered by grabbing up the muzzle-gag and slammed it down over the vulpine's snout. As he strapped it on, the choking and growling fox hissed air out his snout, tailhole squeezing and trying to reject Hawk's cock as it hilted and jabbed. "You feel nice inside, fox. Real nice. Like you've been playing with a dildo, all slicked up already. You fucking whore." He backhanded Chad between the ears, the fox croaking a low grunt, tailhole squeezing.
Then Chad started to fight, the vulpine trying to kick at the cushions, grab Hawk's leather-clad arms, do anything to throw the wolf off. The fox lurched back and forth, trying to use his own rump to kick the wolf in the groin enough to get him to exit the tailhole; of course this only made Hawk thrust harder, teeth bared in a loud snarl, gloved hands grabbing for the fox's arms and capturing them.
"I'm going to come in you, fox. I'm going to fill you up so the next time you play with yourself, whatever you stick up your ass is going to come out smelling like wolf." The words just poured out through Hawk's teeth, like they were already inside and he just had to push them out. Chad started to whimper like a lost puppy and that was it - with a coughing snarl and a few strained grunts, Hawk lost it again and pumped Chad full of his climax.
The black wolf backed up, cock sliding smoothly out of the vulpine's tailhole, and he simply stood there. Chad was panting still for a moment, then flipped onto his back and started jerking off hard. With just a few strokes, his plump cockhead swelled and white gushes of seed painted his fur. The fox then undid his own muzzle and tossed it aside, working his jaws and splaying out on the couch. "Mrrrrrr, Hawwwwwwk that was so hot!"
"Yeah," was all the wolf said.
"What, you didn't think it was?"
Hawk closed his eyes for a few moments, then stalked out of the room. "I'm going to lie down."
He was half out of his leathers in Chad's bedroom before the fox came in. "Hawk? Are you okay?"
"Well, yes and no. No, I'm not okay. Yes, I'm fine." Hawk didn't bother with the riding pants and just flopped onto Chad's bed. "I get funny after sex sometimes. That's why I kinda cut it when we first... met. I feel like... you know in a movie, when something bad happens, and there's that kind of long musical note sliding down? I feel like that right now. Like having an orgasm is jumping off a cliff, and after the thrill of it, you're just falling."
"Wow. That's... that's awful." The vulpine climbed into bed next to Hawk.
"Eh. I'm used to it." He wasn't really used to it, but he didn't want to come across as a jerk.
"Well.. uh. You can stay here if you want. And just go to sleep, you know, so you feel better."
"Thanks."
Hawk fell asleep pretty quickly, but not before realizing that Chad was cuddling up to him.
Saturday night was not going to involve clubs, sex with anyone else, drugs, liquor, or any appreciable amount of leather.
Saturday night was time for Hawk to fuck himself. He wanted to do something that consisted solely of himself, no bustling bar where he had to make a stand for himself, no depressive slide into the desire to curl into a fetal position, no getting so fucked up he slept through the next day.. he simply wanted to isolate the idea of being fucked up the ass and see where it went.
It went to the bathroom, in a literal sense. The first thing Hawk had to do was find somewhere to stick a suction-cup dildo. It was harder than it looked - he needed something that was really, really flat. His weight bench seemed an obvious candidate, but the surface - while really smooth - was also cushioned and dented in when he stuck one of the prodigious tools onto it.
Doors, walls, just about everything in Hawk's house wasn't quite flat enough. The kitchen floor was, but he didn't know if he wanted to squat in the kitchen next to the humming fridge and beat himself off until he put streaks on the cabinets. Plus, most of the house was cold, but the bathroom had a towel heater.
Standing naked in front of his sink, things lined up on the counter edge - Knobby dildo, big cock dildo, bottle of lube, bottle of poppers and ... a turkey baster - Hawk realized he was going to use the edge of the bathtub. It seemed perfect to straddle, just wide enough for the suction cup to stick onto, and if he aimed right it would go right into the tub and he wouldn't have to clean up.
After applying the turkey baster to himself ten times, to make sure he was a clean wolf, he realized that the top of his toilet seat was as smooth as the tub rail. He grabbed the knobby dildo and plopped it down on the top. It stuck. A fucking chair, it was.
As the room warmed up, Hawk decided it was time to dig in. He slicked up one of his fingers and lay down on the floor, starting to massage and tease his tailhole. There was no pain, only a startling sense of pleasure. He wondered if that was why anal sex was supposed to be so bad, because it felt so unexpectedly good. He started to penetrate himself, and the first twinges of pain came. In retrospect, Chad had been completely harsh with him the night before. As much as he needed practice tying people up, the fox needed practice not destroying their assholes.
He reached up with the un-slick hand and grabbed his poppers, then took a long sniff off the bottle. It burned his nose, watered his eyes, and then... the wonderful flush. Hawk was overtaken by a breathless, desperate need to be penetrated and fucked to oblivion. His finger entered again, this time wrapped snug around with his muscles, each motion a delicious feeling. He added another finger, reaching as far inside as he could, massaging and groping for his prostate. Prodding it the wrong way just made him want to pee, but the right kind of touch made him feel like he had to come.
While drunk on the rush from the nitrites, he realized how much it loosened up his asshole, fingers stretching and playing with it. He'd always wondered how fisting worked out, and this had to be the answer. He wanted something less than a toy, but more than his fingers. The answer was a fur brush, the handle a textured handgrip, otherwise smooth plastic. On went the lube, and up it went. His tailhole spread with each bump and snugged up along each narrow spot, and as he drew it back out, the sensation sent him lying back flat, muzzle open and staring at the ceiling. There weren't words for the feeling, the sense of something moving and stroking inside him. The body didn't have nerves inside the way it did on an appendage, and so his brain didn't quite know what to make of it. He'd been fucked before, certainly, but there had never been the time to really notice how it felt.
Then he remembered the first time, with the leather-clad burly tiger from school, thrusting a furbrush into him until his cock nearly blew off, his face burning even redder under the rush.
The intense pound of blood through his head and crotch died off, replaced by just a pounding in his head. The furbrush came out and he set it down in the sink, leaving a little rainbow swirl from the lube.
The black wolf picked up the 'knobby' dildo, squirted some lube over it, then sat back down on the floor. He crawled onto his side, leg up on the top of the toilet, and started teasing his hole with it. There was no way it was going to go in easily, not without help. Hawk took another long sniff off the top of his poppers vial, then probed at his tailhole again. The head felt huge, a massive thing that couldn't possibly fit in, not as big as some of the bulges down the length -
Blood started to pound in his ears and the steady pressure on the toy pushed the head in. Hawk lurched and kicked the tank on the toilet. It didn't exactly hurt, not too much, but it was more than he'd been expecting to feel. His body quickly tugged the toy's head in, muscles grasping around the dip behind the head. He kept pushing, the next bump going in, a soft drip as his half-hard cock leaked onto the floor.
The wolf remembered how good it felt him when he pulled out of a hole completely, and wondered what it felt like on the other end. He carefully got the dildo back out, each bump pulling out making him feel like the world was going to collapse around his head. As he started to feed it back in, going back in, deeper and deeper, thoughts about just where he was - lying on the floor in the bathroom - left his head, replaced simply by the sensation of being fucked.
He couldn't get the toy in all the way - after the fourth bump, it just didn't want to go any farther and felt like someone was digging their elbow into his stomach. He pulled it out, cock tensing and nearly pumping out right there.
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Huffing off the poppers again, then perching over the dildo, Hawk felt much more like he was really about to straddle over someone. He imagined Clyde, since he'd been fucked by the tiger more than anyone else at this point, and it was clearly possible that with his eyes closed, he had tiger cock invading his asshole. The head pushed through with the rush of sensation he expected, the violation turning into the burning lust of prostate stimulation. He flexed his thighs, starting to hump up and down along the tool. It was glorious, his muzzle wide open, tongue hanging out.
He slowly sat down, feeling the tool go in deeper, deeper, then reaching that stopping point. Another huff of chemicals and he crept lower, lower, filled to the breaking point, past the breaking point, until he felt the bulge of the fake balls pressing up under his tail. He felt over his pre-slicked abs, to see if there was a bulge inside. There wasn't, but any pressure just above his cock made him feel like he was going to piss or shoot.
Hawk had heard that you could get off completely by being fucked, and he was going to do it if it left him walking bowlegged for the next month. He leaned back, pressure inside making him groan out, the sound echoing in the bathroom. He grabbed onto the tank, body arched as he started to ride hard. Going deep, right up to the 'balls', was fulfilling in a literal sense, while working shallowly over just the head of the tool left him feeling so lustful he was tempted to try and find someone to come over and do it for real.
His cock was leaving long streamers of pre hanging from the head, the drool swaying as he pounded up and down, reaching the edge and just barely nudging to go over it. He rode harder and harder, straining at the top of the toilet tank, and then came.
The sensation was like one of the surges as his muscles tensed normally, but it didn't stop, unable to tense any more around the big fake cock. He barked and yelped, cock slopping seed out all over the floor in front of the toilet. He drew up off the dong and staggered into the shower.
Coming out, he tossed everything into the sink, mopped up the floor with some toilet paper, then made for his bed. Curling up underneath the covers, slightly shivery - a side effect from the poppers? - and bleary, he felt so immensely at ease that he was asleep in just moments.
Monday was terrible. Work was a big pile of crap as some superchargers came in built to the wrong spec. Hawk had personally made sure that the plans were correct and annotated before sending them off to the company that built them, but that apparently hadn't mattered to whoever actually put together the first few prototypes. After yelling on the phone for several hours, then desperately phoning for a company that could manage to build something in a hurry, he ended up having to get two guys to re-design part of the latest marine powerplant to take a stock part for the time being.
After lunch, he took his 'break' time to go down and hide out in the bathroom in the far basement. He needed to get away from anyone and everything as much as he needed to actually relieve himself, and sat about on the toilet, leaning on the wall and trying to clear his head.
A thought trickled in after a few moments of meditation. The last time he'd spent much time down in this bathroom, he'd seen Armand come in. Wouldn't it be funny if that happened again? He didn't feel like he'd be able to hide himself from the fox, or resist doing something. He was torn between wanting to do terrible, delicious things to the vulpine and wanting to avoid any more difficult situations.
The devil on his shoulder won. Almost on cue, the door opened and feet came past the the door, trailed by a dark tailtip. Humming softly, the fox started washing his hands. Hawk picked up the smell of a meatball sandwich.
The wolf flushed his toilet, then got up and stormed out of the stall. Armand saw him and flatted his ears.
"Uh, hi."
Hawk went to wash his hands. "Hi."
"Haven't, uh, seen you for a while."
"I've been busy putting out fires."
Armand dried his paws off. "Oh well, time to go back to work."
As the vulpine went to leave, Hawk stuck out a black paw and grabbed the fox's shirt. "No."
He got a better grip and dragged Armand into the stall next to the one he'd been in. The fox complained.
"We really can't do this now, I have to go back to work right now, I was just cleaning after l-lunch."
Hawk started yanking the fox's polo shirt off. "I don't care. This'll just take a minute. Get out of your shirt, and get your pants down around your ankles."
"Wait, what are you doing?"
"Shut up," the wolf whispered. "I don't like fucking in bathrooms, so I'm not going to fuck you. I'm just going to make sure I can find you after work today."
The wolf was fast about it, and had Armand sitting stunned on the toilet, jeans around his ankles, shirt hanging down around one elbow. "Oh my god-"
Hawk got his cock out and gave the fox two marking shots of piss, staining the fur between his legs and between his pecs.
"If you need to clean yourself off, you got plenty of water there and plenty to wipe off with." With that, Hawk spun and stuffed himself away as he made for the door. By the time he was in the hallway, stalking fast for the elevator, no one would have guessed he'd done anything.
After a hard day, Hawk needed something hard to take his mind off things. He could have picked a drink at home or the bar, but that seemed too obvious. Despite the reputation most lupines didn't do much to kill, Hawk didn't enjoy getting drunk often. Only sometimes, and this was not the time.
The hard thing he was going to get was what he'd marked earlier in the day. Where would the fox be after Hawk got out of work? The wolf made his way down to the basement, careful to look like he was just heading down with some kind of business.
He could smell the fox, just barely. Most others wouldn't have recognized the smell, only that someone had perhaps gone to the bathroom somewhere other than the bathroom, if they even picked it up at all. Hawk picked it up and followed it down the long basement hallway towards the CITS office. Halfway down, the smell stopped and so did the wolf. He backed up until he picked it up, coming out of the door vents for what seemed to be an electrical closet. The door was propped open with a sliver of wood. Hawk carefully opened it and stepped inside, closing it again with no sound.
Despite wearing two inch heels, Hawk could move without making much noise at all. The room was not an electrical closet - it was an HVAC access tunnel, strewn with wires and piping. The smell was much stronger, also clouded with cologne and the smell of ramen noodles. Tilting himself to the side, looking around a corner, he saw a black-tipped brush of foxtail.
Hawk stepped around the corner, no longer moving silently. The tail recoiled out of sight.
"Hey, Chris?"
"This isn't Chris," Hawk growled, low. A muzzle immediately appeared, slit-eyes turned into saucers.
"What are you doing here! You can't come back here!"
Hawk stalked towards the fox, making sure to let his heels clop and drag on the floor, each hollow thunk making the fox's ears twitch. The wolf reached inside his leather coat, withdrawing his black riding gloves. "That's not what the door said. It said, 'I'm unlocked. Open me. There's a fox inside'. And look, there is."
"You're an asshole. You fucking peed all over me earlier! Do you know how hard it is to cover up that smell?"
"It must be hard. You didn't do a good job." Hawk fixed his glare on the fox, pulling the glove leather over his big, black paws. "I found you with the smell of my own piss."
The smell of someone's mark was not particularly unusual, especially among the canine set. Despite this, Armand flatted his ears and looked at the ground. "It was really gross."
"Really. And having a big, black dick shoved up your asshole again and again, until it fills you up with hot spunk, isn't gross?"
"Look, you can't come in here and.. whatever you're going to do! I have to go home soon and Chris is going to come finish up all this wiring shit and if he finds-"
Hawk lunged and grabbed Armand by the muzzle. The fox didn't fight, instead seizing up completely. "If your little friend comes in here, then I'm going to make sure he knows exactly what kind of fox you are and what kind of wolf I am. Do you understand?"
Armand didn't move.
"No comment? That automatically means 'yes'. Now, you will do everything I say. Do you understand me?" Hawk let go.
"Yes... yes Hawk, sir."
"I don't like being called 'sir'. But I'll let it slide." Hawk looked around the dimly lit corridor, spying a big spool of cabling. "What's that?"
"What's w-what?" Armand whined, slowly sinking to his knees. Hawk stopped him with a gloved hand to the scruff.
"Go over there and get me about 20 feet of that wire," the wolf snorted, and shoved Armand. With shaking paws, the fox did as asked, even taking the time to cross-wind it into a neat bundle. "Give it to me."
"You're going to..." Armand whispered, and handed the cable over.
"I'm going to claim my fox, yes." Hawk reached into his coat and took out a long bowie knife. "Now take off your clothes."
"No, can't you just do it with my p-pants around my ankles?"
Hawk brandished the knife and Armand instantly sucked himself up against the wall. "Take off your clothes, or I'm going to make sure that the next load of piss that stains your fur is your own." A voice in the back of the wolf's head told him that he was being more than unreasonable, but he was worn out from the day so heavily that he simply didn't care to listen to his conscience.
Armand silently took his clothes off, starting to fold them then giving up, leaving a pile on the floor. "Down on your knees. In front of me, arms up," Hawk snapped, more of a hiss than a bark, looking between some of the pipes and side-stepping until he was in the right spot. "Use that slender little face to open my pants while I make sure your paws will be nice and useless."
Armand's teeth shakily worked at Hawk's fly buttons, arms trembling as Hawk manhandled them up, then together. Hawk started to wind the cat-5 around Armand's wrists, getting a good ten wraps before looping around the bindings between the wrists, then up over a pipe. He idly tied the cable back to Armand's wrists, leaving the fox barely hanging. "You know, I have this friend. Another one of your kind. Last weekend, he taught me all about how to tie a guy up. Had a lot of fun. Now I get to try it out for real. Come on, you little runt, back up." Armand was just getting the wolf's black shaft out when his snout was pushed aside.
Hawk dragged the fox backwards, until the backs of Armand's bare thighs were inches from two other water pipes. "You think I was going to put my dick in your mouth? I'm not going to make you suck me. You know what you're going to do? Every day this week, you're going to come by my office and suck me off when I'm done with lunch. You'll get all the black cock your little mouth can handle. I'm going to fuck you up your tight little asshole this time."
Armand's tail was bushed right down over his rump. The fox tried to step forward, but Hawk yanked him back. The wolf cut off some of the cord that was dangling free from the wrist bindings, then wound it around one of the fox's thighs, then hitched it to the pipe. He repeated with the fox's other thigh, leaving Armand spread apart. Then, he started lowering the amount of cord going over the pipe. "Bend over."
"Hawk, I really don't want to do this.. I'll do whatever you want, I'll go over to your house and I'll suck your dick under your desk like I did that t-time and I'll polish your boots and everything but you can't do this to me now, please!" The fox whined. Hawk scruffed him again and shoved him off balance. Armand staggered and grunted as his weight went onto his arms. Hawk let out the cord until the fox was mostly bent forward, arms going up and over his head, body sagging.
"I said shut up." The last of the cabling went to make a muzzle, wound around Armand's snout, then down around his neck. Hawk paused after doing this - even though it was after 5PM, Armand was still at work. The fox could actually be right about a coworker finding him...
Hawk was hard as a rock, and he doubted it would be too much of a problem if someone came in. This time, he wasn't going to take chances, and withdrew a packet of lube from a pocket. It'd come with one of his new toys. He squeezed it out onto his shaft and then mounted Armand. The fox, who had been struggling and trying to lever himself up far enough to try rubbing his muzzle against something, gave up with a small whine. "I'm going to fuck you until I hear your come splash the floor," Hawk growled into the black-tipped ear. "And then you'll be mine for the next week."
The wolf realized why slings were invented - if he thrusted at just the right tempo, Armand would tilt forward, then swing back just in time to get a powerful hilting shot. The fox squinted each time, drool starting to drip out of his mouth.
Then, the obvious happened. A loud click came from down the corridor. "Hey, Armand? You still here?"
Hawk froze. Armand tensed up enough to make the bonds creak, wires moving around inside the plastic casing. He also bore down on Hawk's shaft. The wolf figured he had about five seconds to decide whether to stay dead silent, or ungag the fox. He weighed the options: release the fox and he might yell for help, or he might go along and dismiss the source of the voice. Keep quiet and whoever might go away, or they might come in deeper.
Both options potentially led to Hawk being found out. However, despite what he'd been doing, Armand hadn't even tried to truly fight away. And if he didn't want to be fucked, then why did he have such a hardn? Taking his clothes off, had his hand perhaps given his cock a tug to free the foreskin?
Hawk unwound the muzzle as fast and silent as possible.
"Hey Chris. I'll be out in a bit. I'm still fighting with this stupid crap."
"Okay, just checking. The guys wanted to know if you wanted to go to The Maze." Despite the name being suspiciously club-like, The Maze was the name for a Lazer-Tag outfit on the other side of town. Armand was apparently a geek.
"Cool. Later!"
"Yeah. Just don't be a big ol' holdup, you can finish that crap tomorrow, Linda's not gonna have kittens again."
"Oh Chris! Leave that thing in the door! If it locks it's gonna jam!"
Hawk leaned down and licked the inside of the fox's ear. "If he leaves the stop in the door, anyone could just waltz in here and see me ten inches inside your asshole."
"If he takes it out and the door jams, we'll be trapped in here and everyone will see you when they come get me."
Hawk wound the ethernet cabling around Armand's muzzle again. This time, he simply held it. "I told you to shut up."
The wolf's blood pounded so hard he could see the world flicker with purplish tinges in the poor light. He wasn't sure if he could get off quickly, never having been so frightened and shaken with his cock buried in someone. Armand cinched it for Hawk when the wolf paused - the fox started to shift and buck, milking the shaft hard.
The vulpine whined and worked back and forth, trying to arch up further. The conscious muscle spasms turned to a steady, pulsing grab, soft splatters filling the close air as Armand spilled himself onto the floor. Hawk lost himself, cock surging and bucking inside the tight muscles. Then he slid back and unwound the gag, then started on the rest of the bindings.
"I'm-"
"Oh god," Armand worked his jaw, shaking spit off. "Okay, I'll be there."
"Be where?" Hawk froze instantly. For a second, he wondered if perhaps the fox wasn't talking to him, had been on a cellphone, had left it on, was talking into his ear? Was there a headset on his other ear? He hadn't seen. Paranoia filled up the terrific void left by his climax.
"Uh, in your office. This week. I'll do it. Oh god, I'll do it. I'll do anything." The words were breathy and tired, but not fear and not beaten. They sounded just the faintest bit conflicted, and a lot like the way Chad seemed to fawn over Hawk a few nights before.
"Good."
Hawk did not pass go and did not collect two hundred dollars. He went straight to The Pit.
"Well, you're here early! Tsk, on a Monday too." Alzarre was occupying one of the leather couches in the back. "Come here, wolf. Tell us your troubles. The couches have been freshly conditioned, too. Very nice smell. Clean and leather." The maned wolf patted a pool of black next to him.
"Huh. Well. Okay. But just this once."
"Nice clothing. Is this how you go to work.. I thought you said you were an engineer, not a pimp."
"You're one to talk. So who's 'we'? There's only one of you." Hawk sat down and propped up a boot heel on the coffee table.
"My, those are nice boots. You certainly have a liberal workplace." Alzarre sipped from his drink. It looked and smelled suspiciously like a mimosa. The maned wolf then leaned and gave one of them a slow caress. "By the way, the answer to your question is looking over your left shoulder."
Hawk whipped his head around and looked straight at the wall. He saw ears. "What the fucking hell?"
"Hi," the owner of the ears said, standing up. Attached to the ears was a red fox. Long-haired with black hair, quite slender, wearing a black leather bondage strap-shirt, fingerless opera gloves, a pair of side-laced leather pants, and - as Hawk peeked behind the sofa - knee-high buckled goth boots.
"Who the hell are you?"
"I know who you are. You're Hawk. I saw you the other night and this weird guy here was around too, so when I came over today I asked him if he you were coming around... he said maybe, so I figured I'd wait and maybe surprise you."
"Surprise me with what?"
The fox slinked over the back of the couch, right into Hawk's lap. "Mmm. I don't know. What should I surprise him with?" The new vulpine looked to Alzarre.
The maned wolf replied with a rather protracted lick of his chops.
"Oh, okay. I bet he'd like that. Wouldn't you?" The new fox applied a paw between Hawk's legs.
The wolf's ears would have gone red if they weren't too dark inside to change much color. "Hey, now just a minute. Don't you want to hear about my day?"
"Go ahead and tell us about it." The fox was fooling with Hawk's fly, opening it up.
"Tell me your name, first."
"Tori."
"Well, Tori... " Isn't that a girl's name? "You're going to be sucking a dick that just fucked another fox."
"Ooh, that's nasty." It certainly was, and it didn't stop Tori from pulling the wolf's stiffening cock out. "Black, and uncut. My favorite." Pink tongue started to swirl around it as the fox moved to sit next to Hawk, then sprawled sideways to take up most of the couch.
"So, Mr. Wolf. Tell us all about your day, and why your dick tastes like fox."
Hawk related the entire weekend, not just the previous encounters with Armand. Tori was an asshole, and not because he was bad at sucking cock, used his teeth, or because he didn't stop to listen. He was an asshole because he carefully led the wolf along, getting him right to the edge and stopping just when Hawk's voice caught.
"My, my, my. Look at you, causing all sorts of trouble. Leaving a fox smelling like sex to go run around with his friends." Alzarre downed the rest of his drink. "I'd be careful. You look a little weak in the knees. Don't choke the poor boy."
"Hey, I'm definitely no boy." Tori perked up, licking some drool from his chin. He was carefully holding the wolf so his cock was strained and pulsing. "In fact... I bet I'm older than both of you."
Hawk and Alzarre looked to each other. "Well. Are you going to finish him?" The maned wolf said.
Tori was busy wrapping some of his raven hair around the wolf's shaft. Hair wasn't common, but it wasn't rare either - Hawk's coat shots kept his from going anywhere, but Tori obviously didn't keep up on his. "Hey, girls do that!" the wolf growled, as the fox started to slowly bob again, his fingers followed his mouth, tugging the locks along the wolf's shaft.
"If you took me home with you, I could dress like a girl too. Complete the image. If you like."
Hawk's ears turned redder, the wolf splayed them uncomfortably. "Hey. You know what? I'm not going to come in your mouth." He pulled Tori up by the hair, the fox letting out a soft whimper. "Pull your pants down and bend over."
"Oh no, here? They'll see. Isn't that something you do..." He pointed a half-gloved finger towards the back room.
"I'm not going to fuck you."
Tori did as instructed, getting down over the coffee table. He flicked his hair back. "You're a dirty wolf."
"You're going to be a dirty fox." Hawk pumped himself and groaned, leaning forward. His spunk jetted out, a thick few spurts before it drooled down his cock, muzzle strained and letting a few snorts leak out.
"You weren't kidding! That's a second load. I'm no idiot," Alzarre said, looking drunkenly impressed."
"Yeah. Well. Now it's all over your asshole. Guess what? This wolf's going home. Al, you better use it before it gets all cold and gross."
"What?"
"Fuck him. Fuck him right there, let him ride your lap or something. No one'll see. Besides, no one'd care anyway."
Alzarre looked suddenly very alert. "Are you serious?"
"Fuck him, you idiot. You always want to fuck, don't you? Well here's your stupid chance."
Hawk got up and stalked out. He didn't look back. He got in his truck and roared off home, tore his clothes off, ran a bath, climbed in, and promptly fell asleep.
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Ashley was pretty much a brat. Anybody that knew her for more than ten minutes could tell you that. But beautiful, sexy, single women in their twenties often get away with being brats by being...sexy. Ashley was used to getting what she wanted and what she wanted most often was sex. In fact, she was somewhat addicted to it.
Oddly enough, however, Ashley's sex life was unusually predictable and routine. A guy would ask her on a date. She accepted. They fucked. And so it went.
None of those dates were with the men Ashley secretly desired. There were reasons for that, none of which mattered much to Ashley. She wanted them.
It was a month before her thirtieth birthday and Ashley was having drinks after work with her older sister, Kayla. Ashley used the straw in her drink to play with the ice, swirling the cubes around aimlessly. The music in the bar was nearly loud enough to cause ripples on the surface, but Ashley didn't seem to hear it.
"What is wrong with you?" Kayla asked.
"Nothing."
"You've been moping around all night," Kayla said. "I sure hope you aren't sulking because of the birthday you've got coming up."
Ashley looked up and said with a frown, "I'm going to be fucking thirty, Kayla. How did YOU feel when you turned thirty?"
"Like I was one year older than twenty-nine," Kayla replied. "Get over it."
"I can't. It's depressing as hell. My entire life is passing me by and I can't stop it."
Kayla laughed and said, "You've got everything you need. What more do you want?"
"It's not always about material things, you know," Ashley answered. "There are other...things...that are important in life. Things that can't be bought."
"Like...?"
"You wouldn't understand, Kayla. You've always been happy with whatever you have. I want...more. I want it all," Ashley said.
"Give me an example."
"I could give you a whole list."
Kayla, slowly losing her temper as she often did with her little sister, said with disgust, "Fine. Give me a list. Write down everything you want that you don't have."
"You'll think I'm a pervert or something," Ashley said.
"Why?"
"Because what I want is mostly...well...physical things."
"Like sex?" Kayla asked.
"Yeah. Mostly."
"Write them down. I want to know."
When they met the next evening at Kayla's house, Ashley provided her list. Kayla hadn't expected her sister to actually follow through on the task and was somewhat surprised to find herself opening up the sheet of paper Ashley handed her. She began to read.
"Oh my God," Kayla said.
A few seconds later, Kayla uttered, "Fuck. Are you kidding me?"
"I told you," Ashley said.
Kayla folded up the paper, unfolded it, read it again, and said, "These are your fantasies?"
"Yep. I'd give anything to do any of them before I'm too old."
Kayla kept the list and spent considerable time after Ashley left thinking about what was in it. Ideas flew back and forth across her brain and plans began to formulate. As much as Kayla thought her overindulged sister didn't deserve it, Kayla saw the opportunity to give Ashley a birthday she'd never forget.
The next day, Kayla set forth making the first item on the list come to fruition, unbeknownst to Ashley.
Jason was Ashley's newest co-worker and Kayla heard about the shy, handsome man from the day he was hired. He was twenty-eight and single, but with an on-again, off-again girlfriend. Ashley found Jason to be extraordinarily frustrating as attempts to flirt with him were disregarded; or so she thought.
Truthfully, Jason was uncomfortable with the public setting of Ashley's advances and found the little blonde with the great body to be on his mind far more than he expected when they first met. Not being the kind of man to initiate anything with a woman until he knew her fairly well, his attraction to her went unacted upon.
Then, he got a phone call.
"Hello," Jason answered one morning in his office.
"Hi, Jason? My name is Kayla. I'm Ashley's sister."
"Hi, Kayla. What can I do for you?"
"Actually, it's the other way around. Do you have a minute to talk?"
Jason and Ashley were among the first employees to arrive each day on a floor that held about twenty people in private offices. Ashley had attempted to use the 'quiet time' in the past to chat with Jason and get at least a date out of him, without success.
Half an hour after Jason's phone call, Ashley was pleasantly surprised to find him standing at her door.
"Jason. What's up?"
He entered Ashley's windowless office and closed the door, silently locking it at the same time.
"Hi, Ashley. Sorry to bother you so early, but can you stand up."
With a look of bewilderment, Ashley stood.
"Come here, please."
She walked around the corner of her desk until she was a few feet in front of Jason.
"Get undressed, Ashley."
It took a second for the command to register with her, but a sly grin slowly crossed Ashley's face. She kicked off her shoes and reached for the top button of her blouse. Jason watched intently as she worked her way down the row of buttons, revealing a silky white bra and full, firm tits in the process. It was when she let the blouse fall down her arms that Jason first felt the stiffness inside his pants.
Ashley never took her eyes off his while she unzipped her short skirt. It fell to the floor and she brushed it aside with her foot. Jason scanned her from head to toe. He stepped forward and put a hand on the underside of one of her breasts, gently squeezing the bra and tit. Jason slid the hand down her stomach and onto the outside of her panties. He could feel the warmth.
Ashley didn't wait for Jason's next demand. She reached out and put her palm on his crotch, feeling the hard cock underneath. She rubbed it at the same time Jason was putting his own hand inside her panties, seeking out her clit.
They kissed long enough for Ashley to undo Jason's belt and unzip his pants. She kneeled down to take them off and then ran her hand up and down the outline of his cock inside his briefs. Ashley pulled them off and gazed longingly at the long, thick erection pointing out at her. She leaned forward and licked the cock from the base to the tip before spreading her lips and putting the cock inside her mouth.
Jason put his hand on Ashley's soft hair while her head bobbed up and down on his shaft. He never felt as hard as he did when she finally stood up again in front of him. Jason reached around and unhooked her bra. He slid it off and threw the bra aside, putting a mouth on one tit almost before the bra landed. He sucked on it while cupping the other tit in his hand. The nipple hardened inside Jason's mouth and he bit it lightly, getting a moan of delight out of Ashley.
Then he removed her panties and had her turn so he could admire her tight ass. Jason moved so that his rock hard cock was pressed between her cheeks and he was reaching both arms around her to grab her tits.
"I want to fuck you, Ashley," he said into her ear.
"I want you to, Jason."
He pressed on the top of her back and Ashley leaned forward, putting both hands on her desk to support herself. She spread her legs.
Jason put the head of his cock at the entrance to her pussy, watching her pink skin shimmer from the moisture that collected there. Ashley barely had time to prepare for the forceful thrust of the cock deep inside her. Still, she exhaled a muffled expletive. Not one of revulsion, but pure joy.
Jason let his cock linger inside her and appreciated the tight warmth of Ashley's pussy. He drew it out almost all the way before driving it back into her. Then they began to fuck. Jason held one of Ashley's tits in his hand, pulling and pinching the nipple until she moaned. His cock slid into her like a piston and his legs slammed into her ass with each thrust.
This was little more than unadulterated sex, brought on by several weeks of mutual attraction, pent up desire for each other, and a little encouragement for Jason from an unexpected caller. Both participants would have liked it to last longer, but the excitement of the moment caused both orgasms to build quickly.
The manipulation of Ashley's tits sent tremors through her body that collected at her pussy and drove her closer and closer to a climax. The resulting tightening of the grip on Jason's cock caused him to feel the cum ready to be released.
Finally, Ashley announced as quietly as she could under the circumstances, "Oh fuck. Yessss!"
She gripped the edge of the desk more firmly as her orgasm began. Jason pounded into her with near-violent effort. Then he grunted...plunged his cock into Ashley even harder...and started to fill her pussy with load after load of cum.
Their groans filled the office and the desk creaked from the power of Jason's thrusts. Ashley reached back to rub her clit and another orgasm began. Almost emptied of cum, but still hard, Jason continued to fuck her.
He collapsed on top of her when they were done, his cock dripping the last of his cum onto her ass when he pulled out. A moment later, they were kissing passionately and promising each other to do it again on another day.
A few miles away, Kayla had Ashley's list in her hands, looking at her next assignment.
Tom had been Ashley's neighbor for more than two years. He was a young-looking thirty-eight years old with an outgoing personality and biting sense of humor. Tom was married, but that never stopped he nor Ashley from partaking in a friendly game of seduction neither of them expected to fulfill. At least, not until Tom received a phone call from Kayla.
Two nights later, when both Tom and Ashley were in the yard after dinner, Tom sauntered over to talk to his neighbor as usual.
"Hey, Ashley. You look awfully good in those shorts," Tom said, watching Ashley from behind as she put away the hose.
"Tom, you say that about every single thing I've ever worn."
Ashley turned to face him and wiped the last of the water from her hands.
"Well, it must be true then," Tom said. "And don't forget what I said about it being fine if you just go topless in this hot weather. Old man Johnson over there won't mind, I'm sure."
Ashley grinned and said, "Thanks. I won't forget. Not sure it will ever get that hot, though."
"Want to come in for a beer?"
Before Ashley could answer, Tom added, "Patty is away on business again."
In all the time she'd known him, this was the first such invitation. Ashley ran a hand through her hair and replied, "Sure."
She walked behind Tom, gazing at his nice ass and the muscular arms and legs she had noticed so many times before. For an older man, he turned her on like no other. At least, like no other man she had never fucked. Tom led her in through the garage and, holding the door to the house open for her, it was his turn to inspect her luscious little body.
Tom wasn't unhappily married, but his marriage never stopped him from looking at and often lusting after other women. Once or twice in earlier years he succumbed to the temptation. He seemed to be over the habit until moving in next to Ashley. The first time he saw her he secretly wanted her.
Tom grabbed two beers from the refrigerator and joined Ashley in the family room. They sat on opposite sides of an L-shaped couch and gossiped about people in the neighborhood or happenings at work. Ashley chose not to tell Tom about her episode with Jason, even though he likely would have enjoyed it thoroughly. Almost as much as he enjoyed watching her tits press against her tank top while she talked and gestured with her arms.
Ashley noticed the wandering eyes and, by the time she was near the end of her bottle of beer, was in the mood to switch into full seduction mode.
"Wouldn't you rather be out with the guys when Patty was gone," Ashley said to Tom.
"I do that sometimes," he replied. "This is better."
"I don't know much about sports and whatever else you talk about with them."
"But you're better looking than them," Tom said.
"You never got turned down much when you asked a woman out, did you?"
"Not often. I'm out of practice, though."
"It worked with me," Ashley said with a grin.
"You're easy."
She threw a pillow at him which Tom deftly dodged. He said, "I'm sure I could learn a few things on dating from you."
"Ha. I'm sitting here with you," Ashley said. "What's that tell you about my dating schedule?"
"It's early yet," he said. "You'll probably leave here and go out for some REAL fun."
"How do you know what I consider fun?"
"Tell me," Tom said.
There was a slight pause during which Tom was pretty sure he saw Ashley considering her options. Then she got on her hands and knees on the couch and crawled over to him. He couldn't take his eyes off the ample tits attempting to fall out of her skimpy top. Ashley got within reach of him and stopped.
In her sexiest whisper voice, she told him, "I think fucking a handsome married neighbor when his wife is away would be fun."
Tom scarcely had time to say a prayer of thanks for Kayla's advice before Ashley was in his lap, facing him. He wasted no time in placing his hands on her tits, confirming for himself that there was no bra separating them from the tank top. Ashley allowed him to knead them through the shirt while her hands sought out his cock. She could feel it hardening inside his shorts and reached up inside a pant leg to find the cock and give it room to grow.
By that time, Tom was lifting Ashley's top to expose the tits he had prized for so long. Ashley completed the job of removing the top and Tom began to lick and suck on the finest breasts he had ever seen...or tasted. Despite Ashley's moving of his cock, Tom still felt the discomfort of his raging erection trying to escape the confines of his shorts.
Ashley gripped it and said, "God, Tom. That didn't take long."
"You do this to me," he replied between licks.
Ashley slid between Tom's legs and opened the shorts. The tip of his cock was already visible before she even pulled the pants off.
"Do you always go without underwear? I wish I'd known that the past couple years," she said with a grin.
"Only when I'm going to see you."
Tom leaned back and Ashley did what she did best, as he soon found out. She used her tongue, lips, and mouth to urge another inch out of the throbbing hardn. He watched her blonde hair flop from side to side as the blowjob picked up speed and Ashley only stopped when the first salty taste of precum hit her tongue.
Then she stood in front of Tom and slowly stripped off her shorts and panties. She gave him a few seconds to gaze at her nude body before climbing back onto his lap. Ashley pulled off Tom's shirt and they both sat naked on the couch—Tom with a sizeable erection and Ashley in her customary state of perpetual horniness. She didn't take long to resolve matters. Ashley moved her pussy directly above Tom's cock, using her hand to position it perfectly. Tom watched as she lowered herself, allowing the head of the cock to spread her pussy lips open. Then she sank lower and lower onto the shaft.
Tom closed his eyes as the magnificence of her tight pussy engulfing his cock became real. He put his hands on her tits and played with the hard nipples. Soon, he moved his hands to Ashley's ass, squeezing the soft flesh as they fucked. Ashley settled onto Tom's cock all the way and leaned forward so they could kiss. The new angle heightened the pressure on her favorite spot and she had to delay the inevitable orgasm.
Without warning, Tom leaned to the side and Ashley found herself falling gently onto the couch with Tom still inside her. He moved along with her and they were side by side, kissing and fucking. He rolled her some more and he was on top, driving his cock into her with renewed force. Ashley wrapped her legs around his sturdy waist.
"Fuck me harder, Tom," she begged.
He did just that, saying, "I want to hear you cum, Ashley. Long and loud."
Tom banged her as hard and fast as he could and Ashley gladly accepted all of it. She held him tighter as her orgasm neared. His groans told her he was close, too.
"That's it, Ashley. Cum for me!"
Tom was ecstatic to hear her loud shriek as Ashley's orgasm started. He rammed his cock into her and listened as she pleaded for more. A few seconds later, his own orgasm began with a blast of cum shooting into her pussy. That was followed by many more as they climaxed together in a chorus of loud groans. They rolled on the couch to finish it off, each of their bodies trembling one last time before collapsing in satisfied exhaustion.
Kayla had to think long and hard about the next item on Ashley's wish list. She was almost out of ideas and on the verge of striking it from the list when Ashley told her she was going to have to have an electrician come to the house to fix a ceiling fan that wasn't working. Kayla excitedly told her sister she knew a good one that would be cheap and offered to have him call her. Ashley gladly accepted.
Arrangements were made for Kayla's friend to be at Ashley's place three evenings later. Everything fell into place perfectly for both women.
Richard was a thirty-five year old friend of Kayla's who didn't know the first thing about electrical wiring, but he was exceedingly good looking with a body to match. He and Ashley had never met. When Kayla outlined her scheme to Richard, he accepted his role without hesitation, especially after Kayla described Ashley in detail.
He arrived at the designated time with a toolkit in hand and Ashley welcomed him in.
"I'm really glad you could come in the evening," she said, closing the front door behind Richard. "I hated to take time off just for this. I hope it's easy for you."
"I'm sure it will be. I do fans all the time," Richard said with a smile.
"It's in the bedroom. This way," Ashley said, leading the way down the hall.
Richard watched every step the stunning little blonde took in front of him. This job would, in fact, be much easier than Kayla had made it sound.
They turned into the bedroom and Ashley pointed up at the ceiling fan above the bed.
"That's the one," she said, flipping the wall switch on and off with no effect.
Richard set down his tools and said, "Too bad it doesn't work because it's going to get hot in here."
"Oh, it's not too...," Ashley began to say.
But she never got to finish her thought. Richard had walked over to her and forced her back against the wall with a powerful shove.
"Hey!" Ashley cried.
Before she could speak again, Richard's mouth was covering hers and he was kissing her feverishly. Ashley struggled in vain to get out from under his grip. She felt his hands climbing the front of her collared, knit shirt. His tongue entered her mouth. He clutched at her tits.
Ashley's efforts to protest were smothered by the kiss. Richard massaged her tits and then moved his hands to the top of her shorts. He managed to open them. Ashley squirmed while Richard slid a hand inside.
"Consider this payment in advance," Richard said to her, seeking out her clit with his fingers.
"Get off me!" she demanded.
Her pleas were silenced when Richard started to rub her clit and pussy. He kissed her again and moved his hand from inside her shorts to inside her shirt, letting his fingers rise until they rested on her bra. Ashley felt his hard cock against her body. She gasped when he roughly squeezed one of her nipples.
"I'm not sure you want me to get off you," Richard said.
He yanked up her shirt with both hands and pulled it off. Richard fumbled with Ashley's bra until he finally had it open, removing it with equal aggression as the shirt.
"Now let's see how those beautiful tits taste," he said.
When Ashley tried to push him away, Richard took both of her wrists in his strong hands and held them up while he sucked on each tit. He only let her arms down—but still in his vice-like grip—when it was obvious she could not break free. Richard licked and sucked on the tits until the nipples were rock hard.
Then he pulled Ashley from the wall and threw her face down onto the bed with her legs dangling over the side. Richard quickly grabbed the back of her shorts and snatched then down her legs. Once they were off, he did the same to her panties. Ashley tried to escape, but Richard held her in place by the legs until he could move up and put both hands on her back.
He gazed at her square shoulders and the smooth skin of her back. He ran his fingers down her spine and onto the top of the crack in her ass. Richard put a hand on each cheek and squeezed the delicate skin. After a moment, he rubbed her pussy.
"Ah, it seems I was right," Richard said. "Nice and wet."
He forced Ashley's legs apart and undressed, anxiously staring at the warm, wet, pink flesh of her pussy. Richard's stiff cock grew even harder when he let it rest on the top of Ashley's ass. As it slowly slid into place, Richard lifted her by the hips. Ashley braced herself.
She cried out when the cock spread open her pussy and slid inside. Richard pulled back on her hips and his balls smacked against the bottom of her ass. He held that position for a moment, pulled half way out, and slammed into her again. Ashley's groans were repeated over and over when Richard began to fuck her faster.
Richard took one of her tits in his hand and said, "I want you to cum for me, Ashley. I know you want this."
Ashley couldn't deny it. The size of his cock and suddenness of the assault excited her. Now, as this stranger pinched her nipples and caused her body to shudder, she knew she would have no difficulty meeting his demand.
Ashley seized the bed cover with ever-increasing strength as the fucking continued and her orgasm neared. Richard felt her pussy squeezing his cock tighter. He held her by the waist and waited for her to cum.
She gave him no verbal warning; but, Richard knew. He knew from the urgency of her moans and the shaking of her body. He knew from the fists she was making full of covers. He knew from the gathering moisture in her pussy.
Then...she came. A single shriek preceded a series of climaxes that Ashley couldn't prevent. She twisted and turned while Richard continued to pound his cock into her. Only when he believed she was done did he pull out, stroke his cock with his hand, and pour load after load of cum onto her back and ass.
He smacked her ass when he was done.
"You don't know a thing about electricity, do you?" Ashley asked over her shoulder.
"Not a fucking thing," Richard replied. "And if you ever have a leaky faucet, give me a call."
"You'll be the first."
As Richard dressed, Ashley said, "Oh, by the way. Say 'hi' to Kayla for me."
So, Ashley was beginning to realize that recent events were all tied to her list and the knowledge that the list was only about half completed thrilled her immensely. Turning 'old' wasn't so bad after all, she convinced herself.
A few days passed before a seemingly routine request at work verified that Kayla was still determined to fulfill each and every one of her sister's dreams. Ashley was informed by her boss that two important clients of the company she worked for were in town for a meeting and they would be staying at a condo the company owned to house such significant guests. Ashley was asked to be there when they arrived to make sure they had everything they needed.
Ashley had done this in the past...without incident. On this occasion, she was prepared to take full advantage of the situation if the gentlemen interested her.
Mark and Les cowned a startup firm that showed signs of succeeding quite rapidly. The men went to college together and now, in their mid-thirties, were on the verge of prominence. Mark and Les needed to do business with Ashley's company to continue growing. Ashley's company needed the help of Mark and Les' firm to expand. Failure on either side was not an option.
She wore a short sundress the afternoon that Mark and Les were due to arrive. There wasn't much for her to do at the condo in advance thanks to a cleaning crew that routinely visited, so Ashley sat in the condo's family room on the first floor and watched TV. Less than half an hour later, the doorbell rang and she welcomed the two guests into their temporary home.
Both men passed Ashley's initial inspection and she accompanied them into the family room after they deposited their luggage inside the door. Mark and Les declined Ashley's offer of food and drinks, instead choosing to feast on the sight of her legs extending out from under her dress.
"How was your trip?" she asked.
"Long," Mark replied. "We're glad to be here with such a nice place to stay. It beats a hotel."
"They stocked the refrigerator and there are stores just a few minutes away if you need anything else," Ashley told them.
"You're staying for dinner, aren't you?" Les said to Ashley.
She smiled and answered, "I need to show you around and make sure you have everything, but I'm probably not going to stay and eat."
"Too bad," Les said. "So, show us around."
Ashley led them upstairs first, with the men never taking their eyes off the back of her legs and ass as she ascended the steps in front of them. At the top, they stopped and Ashley pointed to the room on the right.
"This is one of the bedrooms."
She then looked to the left and said, "That's an office with desk and couch. There's a bathroom on the other side of this wall connecting the two rooms."
"Very nice," Mark said.
"Let's go down to the finished basement and we'll end up back on the first floor," Ashley told them.
At the bottom of the steps to the basement, Ashley showed them the den, bar, and bathroom.
"There's a grill on the deck and the bar should be fully stocked," she said.
"Which room is your favorite?" Les asked.
Ashley didn't hesitate to answer, "Oh, the master bedroom."
"Why's that?" Mark said.
With a grin, Ashley said, "C'mon. I'll show you."
They proceeded up to the master bedroom in the hallway opposite the kitchen. The room was large, with a full bathroom attached, but had no other distinguishing features.
"Why do you like this one?" Mark asked.
Ashley moved closer to him until they were face to face and almost touching.
She grinned and said, "Because this is where we fuck."
Ashley put a hand on his crotch, leaned in, and began a long, sensuous kiss while casually rubbing his cock. It grew longer by the second and Ashley pressed harder.
"Not just one at a time," Ashley told the men when the kiss ended. "Both at once."
Her hand was now able to wrap around Mark's erection through his pants as Les moved up behind her. Ashley turned her head to kiss Les, who pushed his cock against her ass while running his hands across her bare shoulders. She was now the meat in a sandwich with two horny and willing men in front and back.
Les pulled the thin straps of her dress off her shoulders. Mark watched more and more of Ashley's breasts come into view as the straps fell down her arms. His cock ached for more room as Ashley continued to stroke it. Les put his hands on the top of her breasts and slowly pushed the dress down until her tits were fully exposed.
With Les massaging Ashley's bare tits, Mark pulled the dress over her hips and let it fall to the floor. Mark ran his hand over Ashley's pussy before sliding his hand inside her panties and feeling the warmth between her legs. Then he kneeled down and removed her panties, dress, and shoes.
Ashley had dreamt for so long about being taken by two men at the same time, but never thought it would happen. Now she was naked for them and it was just a matter of time before she was ravished.
At the same time that Les was unzipping his pants and pulling out his hard cock, Mark was licking his way up the inside of Ashley's thigh until reaching her pussy. The men heard her sigh when Mark's tongue found her clit and Les' cock rested between the cheeks of her ass. She reached back and wrapped her fingers around the cock. Mark inserted his tongue into her pussy and tasted the sweet juices already flowing.
Ashley allowed this to continue for a minute and then pulled herself away from the men, climbing onto the bed and swinging her legs onto it.
"Now get naked," she told them both.
She played with her tits and rubbed her clit while watching Mark and Les undress. By the time they were naked, both men had sizeable erections. Ashley's heart raced and her pussy ached as they joined her on the bed.
With a man on each side, Ashley's tits got immediate attention. She'd never had both nipples licked and sucked at the same time and her body shuddered from the incredible sensation. She saw their cocks grow even harder and thicker. Ashley couldn't wait much longer.
She rolled over and slid down the bed to find Mark's cock. Resting on her knees, she licked the cock from the base to the tip, lingering around the underside of the tip. Then she put it inside her mouth and slowly lowered her head until she could go no farther.
Les moved behind her. Ashley felt him spread her legs as she began the blowjob on Mark's cock. Soon, the head of Les' cock was spreading her pussy apart and she braced herself. A loud moan, partially stifled by Mark's cock, signaled Les' cock being driven into Ashley's soaking wet pussy.
Les held Ashley by the hips and enjoyed the feeling of his hard cock being squeezed by Ashley's body. He leaned forward and put a hand on one of her tits, embracing it tighter and tighter as they fucked. Ashley was in heaven with Mark's cock filling her mouth and Les' filling her pussy. It would have been fine with her if none of them came for an hour.
But the sound of their mutual moans indicated they couldn't wait that long. Then Ashley tasted Mark's precum and she sucked on him a little faster. He put a hand on the back of her head, grunted loudly, and began to pour cum down her throat. Ashley swallowed as much as she could, but didn't prevent a stream of cum running down her chin.
Just as Mark finished, Ashley cried out, "Yes! Yessss! Fuck me harder, Les!"
She threw her head back and felt a massive orgasm flow through her body. Les rammed his cock into her faster, feeling his balls contract as his own orgasm began. Ashley's shrieks drowned out the slapping of Les' body against her ass while he came. Mark played with Ashley's tits and it made her cum once again. She was barely able to keep from collapsing onto Mark by the time she was done and Les was pulling out of her.
They all came one more time that evening and Ashley checked another wish off her list.
Kayla considered her next assignment the most difficult when she first contemplated how to accomplish it. Failure was a distinct possibility, not to mention the loss of somebody she considered a good friend. But, to Kayla's surprise, the conversation went well after she laid out the purpose of her request. So well, in fact, that Kayla was able to arrange Ashley's next fantasy and spring it upon her as a surprise.
Ashley and Kayla had a younger brother named Bob. His wife was Kristin and she was an adorable, tom-boyish girl with excessive energy. She was the life of any family gathering and a favorite of the men, with her athletic body and a penchant for figure-hugging clothes.
Ashley was pleasantly surprised to see Kristin at her door one weekend morning while the men in the family were playing golf. Ashley's sister-in-law was her bubbly self. There was something about the girl's personality and looks that always excited Ashley. If there was any woman who Ashley would ever think about having sex with, she was now sitting in the family room with her.
"Are you ready for the big birthday coming up?" Kristin asked with a grin.
Ashley frowned and said, "Don't remind me. I'll never be ready for that."
"It's not the end of the world. Thirty will sound pretty good when you're forty," Kristin said. "Is there anything you haven't done yet that you want to?"
Ashley thought back to the list she prepared for Kayla and smiled to herself when she thought of how much had happened recently. She replied, "Oh, sure. Don't we all?"
"Like what?"
Ashley definitely wasn't going to answer that with total honesty, so she said, "Mostly personal goals. I have time, yet. How about you?"
Kristin got up and Ashley watched her walk slowly over to the couch Ashley was on. Kristin sat next to her and said, "I have one I bet you'd never guess."
"Tell me."
Kristin turned towards Ashley and swung a leg up onto the couch. Before Ashley knew what happened, her cute little sister-in-law was sitting in her lap.
In the sexiest voice she could muster, Kristin said, "I want to make love to a woman."
Ashley's heart pounded furiously as she looked into the face she'd admired for so long. The blue eyes sparkled and the soft skin of the face turned a bit redder. Ashley saw Kristin's lips part. Their mouths came closer until they barely touched. Ashley touched Kristin's hair and the kiss intensified.
A moment later, Kristin whispered, "I want you, Ashley. I always have. I want to make you cum so bad."
Ashley pulled Kristin toward her and they kissed passionately. Ashley's hands were all over the back of Kristin's shirt and the fact there was no bra became obvious very quickly. Ashley slid her hands inside the shirt and caressed the soft skin as their tongues fought for space. Kristin put a hand on the front of Ashley's top and pressed harder on a tit.
They tumbled onto the couch without missing a beat during the kiss. Their legs intertwined and their hands were everywhere, seeking out flesh in frantic attempts to please each other.
"Can I undress you, Ashley?" Kristin asked.
"Yes," Ashley said in breathless anticipation.
Kristin lifted Ashley's top to reveal a thin, white bra. She threw the top aside and leaned down to kiss the top of Ashley's tits. Soon, Kristin was reaching behind Ashley and unhooking the bra, pulling it down her arms. Kristin did her best to hide her nervousness about having this first encounter with another woman. She tentatively kissed and licked the exposed tits before finally putting one in her mouth and sucking on it with more vigor.
Ashley's hands sought out Kristin's tits and she squeezed them through the shirt. Kristin felt Ashley's nipples grow and put them between her lips until Ashley moaned with delight. Kristin allowed her sister-in-law to pull off her shirt and suck on her breasts, amazed at the effect it had all the way down to her pussy.
Lying on the couch topless, their mouths and hands exploring everywhere, neither woman doubted that they would soon be cumming. Kristin got Ashley naked first and then it was her turn. They came together in an embrace that lasted several minutes, rolling side to side and exploring the wetness of each other's pussy with their fingers.
Ashley ended up on top and traveled the length of Kristin's body with her tongue. She stopped only when Kristin spread her legs and waited for Ashley's mouth to close around her pussy. Ashley quickly accommodated her new lover's wish and began to lick and suck on the large clit.
"Oh my God, Ashley," Kristin sighed. "Just like that."
It was all new to Ashley, but she knew what she liked and tried her best to give it to Kristin. She reached up and held a tit while letting her tongue stab at the clit. Kristin pushed down on the hand and Ashley clutched the tit a little tighter. She found the nipple and squeezed it. She felt Kristin's entire body shiver.
"That's so good," Kristin moaned. "I'm close."
Indeed, Ashley felt the body quake harder and harder. She put a hand under Kristin's ass and pulled her up to her face.
Kristin gripped the edge of the couch and cried out, "Yes! Yes! Now! Oh God...Ashley!"
Kristin's orgasm burst through her like never before and she pushed her pussy into Ashley's face in an attempt to get the tongue to press harder. Ashley obliged. Cries echoed in the room as Kristin came over and over again. Ashley put her tongue inside Kristin's pussy and tasted the sweet juices before returning to the clit.
Kristin's legs were still tightly wrapped around Ashley's head when she begged her to stop. After escaping, they swapped places and Kristin eagerly attacked Ashley's pussy and clit. Ashley came quickly and powerfully, something she thought impossible without the aid of a cock.
This would be the first of many, many such encounters between them.
It was the night before Ashley's birthday and she and Kayla were sitting in Ashley's family room waiting for a pizza to be delivered that Kayla had ordered from the car.
"I can't believe you," Ashley said. "I never dreamt of realizing even one of the items on my list, let alone all of them."
"All but one," Kayla reminded her sister.
Ashley shrugged and said, "Yeah, but I knew wanting to fuck the star quarterback from the high school team was stretching it a bit. Even now that he's eighteen and graduated I'm sure he wouldn't want an old woman like me."
"You're not old and I bet Trent would jump at the chance to have you."
"Right," Ashley said with derision. "The days of my getting a cock like that are long gone."
The doorbell rang and Ashley walked over to answer it, with money in hand. The look on her face when she opened the door made the boy outside smile.
"Trent! We were just...I mean, are you, um, delivering pizzas now?" Ashley stammered.
The tall, muscular kid held a pizza box in his hands, but said, "Nope, but I do have a special delivery for you. Can I come in?"
The confused woman watched him march past and she closed the door.
"Hi, Kayla," Trent said once inside.
"Hi, Trent. Thanks for coming over."
Ashley began to extend her hand with the money in it and Trent laughed, saying, "There's nothing in the box. This one's on me."
Ashley looked at Kayla and finally knew what was happening. She could check off the last item on her list.
"If you really are hungry," Trent told Ashley, "I have something you can chew on."
He took the money from Ashley, put it on the counter, and moved her hand to his crotch. At the same time, he moved closer and began a protracted kiss while wrapping his arms around her. Ashley felt Trent's cock begin to stiffen inside his shorts. Their tongues met and Trent's hands slid over her ass.
"I heard it's your birthday soon," Trent said between kisses. "I want to give you an early present."
Ashley was only just then beginning to get over the initial shock and was able to respond in a somewhat normal voice, "Whatever you want, Trent. I won't stop you."
Trent took her hand and escorted Ashley into the center of the family room with Kayla looking on with much interest. She knew she would not be a direct participant, but watching was going to be fascinating. Trent and Ashley kissed again with Trent's hands this time moving up the front of Ashley's blouse and onto her tits. He unbuttoned the top two buttons and put his hands inside.
Ashley was attempting to control her shaking as Trent's hands explored the inside of her shirt. He pressed his body against hers and she felt the unmistakable bulge of his cock. She rubbed it, knowing it would soon be hers.
Trent finished unbuttoning the blouse and peered down as he spread it open. He slid it off Ashley's arms and was quick to unhook the bra and also remove it. The nipples were already hard by the time he put his palms on them. He squeezed both tits and Ashley took in a deep breath.
Trent leaned down and sucked on the tits until Ashley thought she would cum. She grasped his cock the best she could through his shorts, desperately wanting it inside her pussy.
"Get undressed," Trent told her calmly.
No time was wasted by Ashley as she took off her shorts and panties. She let Trent gaze at her for a moment.
"Turn around," he said.
He ran his fingers across her cheeks and down to her pussy. Ashley withheld a gasp when a finger nearly entered her.
"Now take off my clothes," Trent said.
Ashley gladly began removing his shirt and shorts. She couldn't take her eyes off the outline of his massive cock when he was down to just his underwear. Then she slowly pulled the tight briefs down, letting the erection spring free as she kneeled down.
Ashley didn't need him to tell her what to do next. She remained down there, running her tongue up the long, hard shaft. Meanwhile, as quietly as possible, Kayla was opening her shorts and inserting a hand while watching the scene unfold in front of her. If she timed it right, perhaps her orgasm would go unnoticed by the others.
Ashley's tongue continued its journey up, down and around Trent's cock. It was just as magnificent as she ever imagined it and she found it hard to believe it was now hers. She kissed the tip one time before putting it between her lips. As the cock entered her mouth, she realized it was easily the biggest she had ever had. Just before reaching the base of the cock, it hit the back of Ashley's throat. She pulled back, caught her breath, and lowered her head on it again.
Then she began a blowjob that Trent wouldn't soon forget. Yes, some girls his age preceded Ashley, but it wasn't the same. She knew the right pace; the correct amount of pressure to apply; how to use her hands; and, she took him deeper than any other woman.
Kayla rubbed her clit while slouched on the couch, anxiously awaiting the next phase. It came swiftly.
"Get on the floor, Ashley. I want to fuck you," Trent told her.
No words ever sounded sweeter to Ashley. She lay on her back, staring up at his great erection still glistening from her saliva. She spread her legs. Trent kneeled between them. He bent down and sucked on her tits for a moment, only increasing the need inside Ashley's pussy for attention. She watched him put the cock in place.
Kayla was frantically sliding fingers in and out of her pussy as she watched. Her shorts and panties were pushed down her legs. She saw the bulbous head of Trent's cock begin to spread the lips of her sister's pussy apart. God, this was going to be good.
Trent pushed forward. As if in slow motion, the cock entered Ashley's soaking wet slit. Ashley closed her eyes and groaned out loud. She pulled up her knees and raised her ass off the floor until he was all the way in. Trent put his hands under her ass and slowly slid in and out one time.
Then they settled into a steady rhythm with Ashley's legs wrapped around his waist. She was in heaven and hoped this fuck never ended, although she knew differently. The good looking kid with his huge cock would make her cum...long and hard and fast.
Kayla had a hand inside her shirt while her other hand brought her closer and closer to an orgasm. She stared at Trent's perfect ass, rising and falling as his cock slammed into Ashley. She stopped for a moment, knowing she was on the brink. Then she rubbed some more as the murmuring of the pair on the floor indicated they were close, too.
Trent's thick hair became more and more tousled as the pace picked up. Ashley's face turned rosy from the excitement of their sex. Kayla could hear the boy's heavy breathing.
"Ohhhh fuck!" Ashley cried out.
She clung to Trent with her arms around his neck when she came. He thrust his cock into her harder and faster. Ashley shrieked louder and Kayla felt her own orgasm begin to erupt. Together they came for nearly a minute of pure ecstasy.
When he was sure Ashley was done, Trent pulled out, stroked his cock a couple times, and spewed cum all over Ashley's tits and stomach, much to her delight. His groans replaced those of the women as shot after shot of cum painted Ashley's body. Eventually, he crawled up and let her suck the last drops of cum from his cock.
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Text: Bzzzt, bzzzt. The Mike's mobile phone vibrated. The call display showed his home number.
"Hey there Mandy baby, what's up?"
"Are you still at the office? You know today's your birthday." Mandy sounded like she was a little put out.
"I just had some files that needed a few minutes of extra work before I left. Do I hear a hissing noise in the background?"
"I was going to surprise you. You know that thing we did last month? You know, for my birthday?" Mandy cooed.
Mandy had had a drastic weight loss two years before, leaving her skin loose and saggy. Instead of opting for surgery to remove the loose skin and leave her scarred for life, she volunteered for a radical new procedure that would fill her deflated skin with medical grade nitrogen. She would be big, but healthy, with none of the side effects of obesity. It was in this state that she had introduced herself to Mike. Mike was a handsome pharmacist who worked in a private geriatric hospital, and he liked his ladies large. Mandy had the biggest beautiful, tight belly he'd ever seen, her tits defied the laws of gravity, and you could bounce a quarter off her enormous ass. They hit it off through mutual attraction. They were married within six months of meeting. After they were married, Mike found out Mandy was basically a living blow up doll. Being a tinkerer, he had an idea. He bypassed the safety on Mandy's special nitrogen filling system to allow it to accept a helium bottle. Now Mandy could be filled a lot quicker when she wanted to, and watching her grow really turned Mike on. Mandy even teased him by telling him she wanted to get bigger and bigger when she was full.
"The helium tank? How could I forget my blow-up babe? Your belly looked like an ad for Goodyear, and your tits were the size of basketballs. Oh, and that ass..." Mike trailed off with a smile on his face.
"Well you'd better get home soon or I'm going to take matters into my own hands." Mandy purred.
"But babe, do you really think you should have started without me?" Asked Mike, "You know how much I love to watch you grow."
"What could go wrong?" Mandy replied.
"I'll be right home babe. I'm going to lick your big swollen belly, suck on your rock hard nips, and push deeper than ever before."
"That's what I'm talking about!" said Mandy and hung up.
Mike quickly packed up his desk, grabbed his coat and headed down the hall for the elevator to the car park. OUT OF SERVICE! Read a note on the elevator door. Shit! Thought Mike, I'm seven floors up. Mike bounded for the stairs taking them three at a time. Puffing he reached the car and leaned against it to catch his breath.
BZZZT, BZZZT Mike's mobile rang. "Are you almost here?" Mandy sounded far away and a hissing permeated the background.
"Just got to the car." Panted Mike.
"WHAT?"
"Elevator was down. Had to take stairs."
"Mike, you've got to hurry." Said a nervous sounding Mandy.
"What's wrong babe?" asked Mike as he stepped into the car and fired the engine up.
"I upped the ante a bit." Mandy sounded a bit distant. "I handcuffed myself to the bed. I thought a little bondage play added in to the mix would blow your mind."
Mike was nervous. The last time they filled Mandy with helium, it had taken forty five minutes. He had worked fifteen minutes late, and he had a fifteen minute drive ahead of him. "How do you feel?" asked Mike as he put the car into gear.
"I'm okay for now, but I'm going to be full soon." answered Mandy.
"I'm on my way now babe. I'm going to drive like I'm on fire!"
"No don't!" screamed Mandy. "If you get pulled over, it will take too long; I don't want to think about what may happen if you're late." "Good point, fast but legal is the best policy at this moment." Agreed Mike. He couldn't help but notice the hissing in the background, even over his earpiece.
As Mike drove he reassured Mandy that everything was going to be fine, that as soon as he got home he'd shut off the gas and fill her with himself.
"Oh no, not now." Said a nervous Mike.
Ssssssssss..."What is it? What's Wrong?ssssssss..." Mandy was starting to be drowned out by the hiss of helium entering her milky white body.
"A bloody fender-bender, everybody's slowing to a crawl for a look. Dammit drive people!" Shouted Mike.
Mike looked at his car's clock; helium had been pumping into Mandy for over forty minutes now. He was five minutes from home.
Sssssssssss..."I know you'd love to see what I've got on offer here...ssssssssss... my red lace teddy is starting to overflow with some serious boobage"...sssssss
"Are you okay babe?"
Sssss...sssss
"Mandy!"
Sssssssssss..."I'm feeling a bit, um funny. I'm full now...ssss...but the helium is still going in...ssssssss...I think I'm stretching a little...ssssss ...how close are you to home?"
Mike blew through a stop sign, "I'm on our street now, pulling into the driveway."
"...sssssIt hurts Mike, it hurts...sssss...too tight...sssss...all I can see is my cleavage...sssss...so tight...ssss...get up here fast...sssss"
Mike was out of the car before it stopped moving, bounding up the front steps of their home. ssssss..."So much...pressure...ssssssss...so...much"...sssssss... Mandy's voice trailed off.
"I'm here babe, unlocking the door now." Mike burst into the foyer and sprinted up the steps that led to the bedroom, not bothering to close the front door behind him. He reached out for the bedroom doorknob.
Mandy screamed then there was a deafening BOOOOM!
Mike, stunned, fell to his knees in the hall, still holding the knob in his hand. The door whipped open, pulling Mike into the room to land at Mandy's red polka dot stilettos. Giggling, she held an enormous burst paper bag in her hands.
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So, you've heard how the bachelorette party was going for Jenna and Denise. Now we return to my bachelor party on that same night, just as we're pulling into the parking lot a Diamond's Gentleman's Club near the LAX airport.
As noted before, I've never been big on sleazy nudie bars, but dammit if those USC cheerleaders hadn't gotten me riled up, to the point where it wouldn't take much to strike a tent pole in my Docker's.
Diamond's is a fairly high end place (pun intended!), but it still managed to put forth that familiar musty scent, somewhere between cigarette smoke and sweat. You'd think there'd be some identifiable sexual odors mixed in there with the amount of naked girls walking around, dancing and grinding, but I guess most strippers don't get too aroused while on duty.
All six of us paid the $20 cover and shuffled down a dark hallway lit only by some unseen red lights (what other color would one expect?). I will say that the anticipation of walking into a strip club for the first time may only be rivaled by that first glimpse of the baseball diamond and the green grass on opening day. Even if it gets boring after a while, the pre-game is always enticing.
We emerged into a huge room deep in the throes of Saturday night. The clientele consisted of packs of inappropriate businessmen, some unhinged sailors, borderline underage dudes and bachelor parties like mine. The clubs I'd been in before had been dark, dreary joints populated mostly by bikers, druggies and lonely single guys like me who took the train in from the suburbs for their big night (or day) of secret rebellion. This place was more like a casino during prime time. Techno music blared from speakers mounted in every corner. There were two stages, both with at least one obligatory brass pole stretching from floor to ceiling.
The smaller of the two stages was ringed on all sides by a bar, with tables scattered behind it, and was occupied at the moment by a petite blond with a large set of unmoving breasts that were so fake it almost didn't seem right to call her "topless". There were black lights throughout the club, and her white thong glowed in the dark against her unreal tan. As we watched, she slowly slipped the thong to her ankles and stepped out of it.
"Fully nude, man!" Rob shouted in my ear as we took a table near the stage. "One of only 3 in the city where they take it all off. But this is by far the best one. Hottest chicks in L.A."
As the dancer bent over and showed her finely sculpted ass to a table of military boys, there was a cheer from the surrounding tables, and the dollar bills came out in bunches.
Meanwhile, my eyes were drawn to the larger Stage 2, which was against one wall about 20 feet to my right, upon which 3 girls were doing their thing simultaneously. Two of them were about half covered with tattoos, which unfortunately means automatic dismissal in my book. The third, however, held my gaze. She had straight brown hair down just past her shoulders, what appeared to be bright green eyes, and a fabulously rockin' body. Not so thin like so many strippers were, but more of the hourglass shape: well formed tanned tits currently encased in a green lace bra, a very short white skirt, underneath which appeared to be a matching green g-string. White high heels completed the outfit, though that's one of my pet peeves with strippers and centerfolds alike: okay, yes, they push your ass up. But don't they realize how sexy women in bare feet can be? And we certainly don't need to see the high heels in the shower photo shoot. Lose 'em, ladies!
I watched her swing around the pole a few times until the bra came off. I was pretty much oblivious to everything else. She was wayyy cute, without the jaded, dead-eyed stripper look you see sometimes, as if they're thinking about what to cook for dinner that night instead of the fact that they're running a hand across their thigh. This girl seemed to be genuinely enjoying herself, and the sexy smile didn't seem forced at all.
"Hey Thom, snap out of it!" Scott was yelling in my ear. "What are you drinkin'? Anything and everything pal. It's on us."
I ordered a Jack and Coke and tore my eyes away for a few moments. The girls that weren't on stage dancing were roving around the room, talking and getting friendly with the customers, but I knew that their ultimate goal was to find a few takers for a lap dance. They were trolling for twenties, in other words. In my experience, some could get downright nasty if you balked at a dance and refused. When I was young and broke, I stepped into a few clubs with literally 5 bucks on me, and if there's one thing strippers don't appreciate, it's a tightwad. I'd swat 'em away for a few minutes, until word got around that I wasn't buying. At that point, they'd all leave me alone for the duration. I also learned the hard way not to pay up front for anything. I went to one club where there was a sort of performance ring surrounded by booths that were open to the ring side. Silent men stood inside each booth while two girls made out with each other in the center of the arena. If you held out a large enough bill, they would come over and fondle each other right in front of you. Being totally naive, I held out a 10 and handed it to one of the girls right when they got to me, at which point they simply moved on to the next guy. I just stood there like a chump, dumb and horny.
Every few minutes, one of the table girls would take a guy by the arm and lead him through a doorway covered with tinsel strands to what I assumed was the "private dance" room; the "champagne room", if you will. I'd never had the money or the inclination to experience this, though one regret is that I didn't try out the "shower room" at a club in Seattle one time. My guess is that you sat there trying not to pull out your rod and stroke it while a girl took a private shower in front of you. That, I could get into. I always wondered what the protocol was. Could you rub yourself? Could you take it out? There was that Chris Rock joke, "no matter what a stripper tells you, there is no sex in the Champagne Room." A lot of grinding and dry humping, I guessed. I wondered if the girls were only naked from the waist up in there, though I suppose if you pay enough, anything is possible.
Rob was talking to a small-titted brunette wearing a nifty purple thong who had sat down at our table. He had apparently let the cat out of the bag about who the "special boy" was tonight. Her name was Missy, or Chrissy or something. It was too damn loud in there to tell which. The guys had pitched in and hired her to do a table dance for me, which I honestly would have passed on if given the chance. She was cute in a white trash sort of way, if a bit stringy, and a half naked girl is a half naked girl. However, my main issue with strip clubs is that I'm just not comfortable being sexual with a bunch of people around watching, let alone a table full of my buddies. It felt odd to sport an erection in front of them, and I knew I couldn't relax enough to really enjoy the experience.
No matter, in buying me the dance they were getting a show as well, so my chair was pushed back and Missy or Chrissy got to work.
She was already topless, but had just about as much up top as my fiancee Jenna did, which is to say not much. Still, where Jenna's tits were perky and sensual, Missy's were just sort of there, and not very shapely at that.
She began by straddling me and lowering herself down onto my lap, shaking her dark wavy hair in my face. All I could smell was stale Camel Lights and some sort of fruity perfume that was losing the battle for scent supremacy. After a few moments she leaned back and ground those purple panties into my crotch.
No reaction down below.
The other guys were having a great time, hollering it up. I found myself stealing a few glances at my brown-haired favorite on the far stage. Both her and her discarded green lace panties were lying on the stage, and the view was fantastic. Even at 20 feet away, she was turning me on more than the girl with her ass in my lap. Her dance was over then, too soon in my opinion, and she left the stage, naked other than her high heels.
After several minutes, Missy turned around and placed both hands on the table, swinging that ass from side to side, just inches from my face. This was more like it, but honestly, the look on her face was as if she was reading the Wall Street Journal -- just another day at the office. She did have a nice rear end, but boner-wise, I might as well have been sitting in pail of ice water. I decided it was perhaps the un-sexiest environment in which to have this experience.
When Missy/Crissy was done, we threw some more money her way and I thanked her for the ride. I put on an admirable bit of acting for the guys, telling them how awesome it had been, etc. but Scott could tell that I was mostly underwhelmed. He leaned into the table and said, "Fellas, I think I know what Tommy Boy needs tonight. I'll be right back."
With that he disappeared into the crowd. I finished my drink and had just ordered another when he came back, flanked by two stunning beauties, one of which just happened to by my brown-haired girl from Stage 2!
"I saw you had your eye on Miss Carli, here," Scott beamed. "But, since you're about to be chained to one single chick 'til your dying day, I figured you should avail yourself of the opportunity to go for a little "menage a twat", if you know what I mean. Before it's too late!"
I had to pick my jaw up off the ground, and the whole table laughed uproariously.
The second hottie appeared to be of half-Asian descent, and at just over five feet tall, was packed into a black lace teddy in a more than flattering way. Black silk stockings and a garter belt didn't hurt the look at all, nor did her resemblance to the porn star Asia Carrera, who I was familiar with from many a fine film from my teens.
As for Carli, she had gotten dressed again, with the white skirt and a tight white tank top obscuring the green lace underwear underneath. Everything white was glowing in the dark.
I was about to protest that whatever this was costing Mike wasn't worth it for another table dance, when the Asian girl took my arm and said, with no trace of any accent other than Valley Girl, "You have some very generous friends. Let's go, lover boy!" I realized that were headed to the private dance room, and my pulse quickened.
Now, this...this I might be able to enjoy!
As I walked, hearing the fading hoots and whistles from my friends and just about every other table we passed, I couldn't help staring at the way Carli's ass moved under that skirt as she led the way. It was not unlike a USC cheerleader skirt, in fact, and I fantasized that I was about to get my own private grind on with two cheerleaders.
By the time we reached the tinsel covered door, it was getting difficult to walk, for all the right reasons.
The private dance room turned out to be only semi-private. It was essentially a circular chamber, low-ceiling-ed and dark, with a couch-like bench running all the way around. There were cushioned partitions spaced every 10 feet or so, and through the strobes and flashes of red and silver light I could make out writhing female forms hovering over other men seated on the benches.
The girls led me to an open cubicle and sat me down on the soft red plush. For a quick second I wondered just how clean this couch was, but consoled myself with thinking that the guys who sit here never take their pants off.
My two rented ladies went right to work on me. The Asian, who I learned was called Mya, began dancing seductively in front of me while Carli sat down on the couch at my side and began nibbling on my ear lobe. She was saying something at the same time, but the music, which was slower here and only slightly less annoying than in the main room, was so loud that her message was mostly lost on me. I certainly wasn't complaining, though, especially when Mya turned around and sat down in my lap, which was beginning to be a fairly solid platform on which to sit. The black lace of her teddy was mostly sheer, and her tiny waist and shapely ass was close enough to touch.
Just as I was wondering what I was allowed to put my hands on, I suddenly understood what Carli had been trying to tell me. She repeated, "Above the waist in the back, and thighs down, front and back. Topless only."
Got it. In other words, no ass, no pussy, no tits. Seemed a little restrictive, but since I hadn't really touched anyone other than Jenna in a few years, I thought I could work with it and be happy as a clam.
Mya was wriggling pretty fast, so I put my right hand on the small of her back and felt that smooth lace all the way up to her shoulder. She was very warm. After a few seconds, she got up and switched places with Carli, and I caught a brief glimpse of a giant wet spot on my beige pants just before it was obscured by Carli's green panties. Could she feel it? Was it from me or Mya, or both? My guess was that the lion's share was mine. Either way, I had to remember to wear darker pants next time.
I was fully rigid by now, but my cock was trapped at an odd angle, and I ached to straighten it out. I wondered if grabbing your crotch was against the rules in this place. I certainly didn't want this to end too soon.
Mya was now running her fingers through my hair. Carli had lost the tank top and the bra and was cradling my face between those fantastic tits. She actually smelled quite nice, like lilac or lavender or something. I tentatively let my right hand roam up and down her thigh as she straddled me.
I have to pause here to attempt to describe this girl's skin. Perhaps I was just hyper-sensitive to this because of the forbidden situation, but I swear at first I thought she must have been wearing super thin nylon stockings or something. She was just so SOFT. Warm, tan, silky, smooth... I'd never felt anything like it. Not that my fiancee Jenna's porcelain thighs weren't heavenly in their own right, but I thought, 'my god, are all hot young strippers this soft?" Couldn't be, but if so, I'd been missing a lot.
When Carli turned around, slowly shaking that tight ass in front of my face, I reached out with both hands and ran my fingers up the back of her thighs until Mya gently redirected me just as I reached the beginning of the sculpted curve of her ass.
So soft...
Mya shook her finger at me playfully and mouthed, "No, no, no! Off limits!"
I did find it odd that these girls could grind their crotch on me and shake their tits in my grill, but I still wasn't allowed to simply run my hand over their ass. It was a strange place to find a selectively puritanical value system.
However, I decided to take full advantage of this fantasy.
I directed the girls to stand up and dance in front of me. They started to move slowly to the incessant beat of the music, and I thought 'now this is fun'. I imagined I could do more than just touch and dream, and that these two were mine for the night. I had one hand on a creamy thigh and the other on a smooth black stocking. Heaven.
My cock, though, was in absolute agony. They had to have seen it doubled up under my fly. I'd have given anything to have one of them straighten it out for me.
Matters down below were not helped much when the two girls turned to face each other and started making out, hands roving over each other's bodies, playfully tugging at various pieces of tight lace.
Suddenly, from out of nowhere, a burly bouncer-looking dude appeared. He tapped Mya on the shoulder, and just like that she was gone.
'Hey,' I thought. 'Do we get money back for this?'
I was now "stuck" with only Carli, who was slowly sliding the white cheer skirt down over her thighs and down her legs to the floor, giving me a dreamy view of the tiny green lace thong and the amazing things it was doing to frame her smooth belly and the barely hinted at triangle of her pussy. I really wanted to see that thong come off next...
In about a minute, though, Mya was back, holding what appeared to be a piece of black silk, or maybe a silk handkerchief. She pulled Carli aside and said something in her ear, after which they both looked my way and smiled wickedly. They moved back to the couch and began to blindfold me with the silk.
'What the hell?" I thought. Mike must've paid them to do something extra. But why the blindfold? I wanted to see this shit! That was about all I was allowed to do, after all.
Once the black fabric was tightly secured over my eyes, however, I began to experience everything around me much more vividly. The pulsing music, the alcohol in my system, the scent of the perfume, and the feel of soft, warm bodies brushing up against my leg, my arm, my face, my burning crotch...
They were all around me. All over me. All at once.
I wondered if now I might get away with an illegal touch, since after all, I couldn't see where I was touching, right?
The one dancing in front of me now must have been Carli, as while I was caressing her legs I noted the absence of stocking. As she moved with her back to me, I took my hand off of her thigh and rested it right where I thought her ass must be, and bulls eye! I landed right near the crease between her cheeks, right on the thin strip of her g-string. I quickly explored the rest of that fabulous behind, expecting any second to have my hand slapped away and be scolded.
But it didn't happen.
'Holy shit. I guess the rules have been relaxed.'
I went for broke and slid my hand down, feeling between her legs and along the tight panty pouch concealing her pussy, and I'll be damned if those panties weren't soaked straight through! I could smell it now, that unmistakable musk of aroused snatch. Maybe I just hadn't noticed it before now. Or maybe she was getting turned on by this illicit behavior.
Slowly, I felt her turn around to lower her body down on top of me, and suddenly a hand grabbed my cock through my pants, hard. Expertly, my shaft was pulled up and straightened out until it pointed upward toward my stomach. It was a quick, experienced move, as if she'd done it a hundred times before. Why she made me wait so long was a mystery, but oh, the relief! Add to that the orgasmic ecstasy as her crotch landed squarely on my rod, my stiff shaft nestling into the gap of her lips through the panties as she slid back and forth.
Now, for some reason, nothing that had happened so far had felt like cheating to me, but I began to wonder if a line wasn't being crossed here. It was also obvious to me that either way, there was no turning back now. Whatever happened, I was no longer in charge.
I felt the cushion settle as Mya sat down next to me again, then a hand on my cheek, roaming down the back of my neck, to my shoulders, my chest. Another hand spread as the fingers ran through my hair. 'Hmmmm...what other rules are no longer in effect,' I wondered.
I knew exactly what I had to try next, so I placed both hands on Carli's small waist and gingerly moved up her torso to those...tits.
Yes, they were there.
Yes, she was still topless.
Only, there was no way these were Carli's tits. They were much smaller, perkier, though still nice, with firm erect nipples. Sort of like...
Jenna's tits.
I must have audibly gasped, because I heard some very familiar giggling, after which the blindfold was slowly removed. When my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I saw that it was indeed my sexy fiancee that was grinding away in my lap, wearing red lace panties and nothing else. She was, however, made up like senior prom: hair up and curled, makeup impeccable, a thin gold chain around her neck that I knew she must have borrowed. There was even some body glitter in evidence. It was my one and only, alright, and I'd never seen her look so hot; made up like a slutty stripper and enjoying the role to the hilt.
Beyond her, only a few feet away, two other girls were applauding and smiling ear to ear: Carli and Mya. They were having a great time with this game. But, then, who was sitting to my left...?
My cock jumped involuntarily as I glanced over and realized that, nestled next to me on the couch and stroking my bare chest through my shirt was none other than my gorgeous cousin Denise. I lowered my gaze and took her in as she sat there with her long legs crossed: she was equally decked out, with her cascading dark hair teased out and her lips painted bright red.
What was she wearing? Well, it was a lingerie fan's wet dream: tight black lace bustier with a tiny rose just under her ample bosom, black garter belt, black panties and black thigh high stockings.
She smiled a cute but deliciously naughty smile and kissed me softly on the cheek.
"Happy bachelor party, Cousin!" she cooed. "Hope you have some dollar bills left!"
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Staci stood at the edge of the stage listening to the voice of the man she had been dreaming of for weeks singing all the songs she had only heard on the radio and on her CDs. She closed her eyes and took in the deep, mellow bass as it slid around her like a warm blanket. She let the screaming crowd around her vanish as she listened to nothing but the sound of Josh Turner's voice.
When she opened her eyes again, he was standing right in front of her, close enough to reach out and touch. And that was just what she did, she reached out to him, hoping that he would notice her, acknowledge her, maybe even want her. She touched his leg and he looked right down at her, giving her a hint of a smile and a wink. She groaned inwardly, her panties getting damp beneath her short skirt.
She sighed, knowing the show was nearly over and she would soon have to go back to her normal life. She just wanted her fantasy to last a little longer. Little did she know that it would. She stood there, mesmerized by the man on stage, her pussy contracting each time he dipped down and hit that low bass that made her squirm.
Once his final song was done, he started walking around the crowd at the edge of the stage, greeting, hugging, signing autographs for his fans. She just stood there, watching him as he made his way around the crowd, noting that he had not greeted her yet. He had walked right past her several times as if she was invisible and she was starting to feel like she was just that.
She sighed, finally giving up on getting to meet the man she had dreamt about for all these months and headed for the exit. She didn't get to take more than two steps away before she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned her head slowly to look at the hand. It belonged to a male, dark and tanned with a faint outline where a wedding band once was. She slowly turned her head, her breath catching in her throat. Her heart skipped a beat as she lifted her eyes to look at the man who had placed his hand on her.
She saw him then, the man that she had been wanting for months, standing there behind her, touching her. She couldn't speak, she just stood there, slack jawed as she stared at the handsome face of Josh Turner. She closed her mouth and tried to look away, but couldn't, she just stared.
"Leaving before I could say hello to the most beautiful woman in the crowd?" The voice in her ear gave her chill down her spine, the deep bass was soft and seductive, it curled around her body.
She tried to speak, but only managed a soft squeak and a shake of the head. She was paralyzed, frozen. She gulped down air and opened her mouth again, but was still unable to form words. He laughed, shaking his head a bit, having had more than one woman react that way to him before.
"It's okay, I'm not that scary, you can say hello to me." His voice made her quiver and she suddenly lowered her head and closed her eyes.
She drew in a breath, trying hard to compose herself, "Hello, Josh."
That was all she could manage before her voice cracked and gave out on her. She didn't try to look at him again, she knew that if she did, she would start quivering. Not in fear, but in wanting. Her panties were soaked now and she was scared that he could smell her desire. He was so close to her now.
He laughed, a low, deep rumbling sound that reverberated along her spine, "You seem nervous, are you scared of me?"
Staci shook her head vigorously, "anything but scared.."
Her voice came out as a low growling whisper. She bit the inside of her lip, trying hard not to loose herself. She was so wet and so needy. She wanted to turn around and show him that she was anything but scared. She wouldn't, though. She couldn't.
Josh laughed again, realizing what the problem was now. "Come back to my dressing room and I'll help you calm down."
Staci gasped softly, hoping that she had heard him right and turned around slowly, looking into his eyes, whispering softly, "lets go."
Josh called to his manager that he was going to his dressing room and he'd catch them on the bus later. The manager nodded, eyeing Staci with a grin. Staci caught the look and wondered if that the rumor had been true after all, that Josh had lovers in every city now that he was divorced.
She didn't question it as she let him lead her into the back. She was led past the fans that still remained. The die hard, follow him to every city, fans. Each of them gave her a dirty, jealous look and Staci just smirked to herself. He had his choice of all these women, but he chose her. She trembled slightly as he pushed the door shut behind them.
He pushed her up against the closed door and lowered his mouth to hers, taking it in a swift, rough, deep kiss. Staci groaned, her arms looping around his neck as she let him kiss her. She let herself melt into him. Her dream was finally coming true, she was kissing Josh Turner.
She groaned against his mouth, catching his eyes, watching the raw passion come alive. She pushed off the door slightly, just to see if he would let her have any control. She was shocked when he pushed back, pinning her tight to the wall, his hips pressing against her soft belly. His cock hard beneath the jeans he was wearing. She groaned, letting her hands slip from around his neck.
She brought her hands down to the snap on his jeans, opening them easily. He took a step back, giving her a bit more room to work while she slid the zipper down. She pulled his shirt free first and slid her hands beneath it. She slowly explored the warmth of his chest, strong and muscular beneath the tips of her fingers.
He groaned this time, reaching to pull her hands free, yanking his shirt off, then immediately shoving his jeans down. He wanted her as badly as she wanted him. Staci groaned, the sight of him naked before her driving her insane. She reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head, leaving her in nothing but a skirt and panties. She hadn't worn a bra, she wanted to be free against the cotton, she wanted to make sure that he could see her nipples were hard for him while he was on stage.
He leaned down and captured one of those hard nipples between his teeth and bit down gently. Staci moaned and arched her back, burying her fingers in his hair wanting to be able to hold him there. He had other ideas, though. He grabbed her hips, lifting her up off the floor easily, making her look down at him once she was raised so that the apex of her thighs were at the level of his mouth.
Staci gasped, watching him from above as he held her up, using the door to brace her while he buried his face between her legs. She moaned, reaching down to pull on her skirt, pull it up so that he could get closer. He pressed his nose into her crotch, inhaling the scent of her arousal. She whimpered, dangling somewhat precariously, wanting to be able to shift, or at least arch, but she had no leverage.
She felt his tongue along the edge of her panties, pushing them aside so he could lick at the sticky sweetness of her wet cunt. She groaned, finally figuring out how to catch her legs around his torso, giving her just enough leverage to thrust her hips some. He groaned, pushing his tongue in between the wet folds, clamping down on the swollen lips with his own, giving her the most intimate kiss she had ever received in her lip. She trembled, using her heels to rock herself some, giving him a better angle.
He groaned, pulling back from her pussy and letting her slid down to the floor again, pressing her against the door so she could feel his cock slide along her body and settle between her thighs. He rubbed against her panties a bit, making her moan even louder, her need growing more urgent with every second.
He finally stepped back far enough that she could get her skirt button open so it could fall to the floor. She pushed her panties down quickly to join them, wanting to be naked with him. He looked her up and down slowly, licking his lips, "you look even better naked."
Staci blushed and bit her lip, "so do you, Josh."
He grinned, "So what is your name, anyway? I don't think we got around to that part of the conversation."
Staci blushed and grinned, "Staci."
"Such a pretty name, fits such a beautiful woman." He leaned in and captured her mouth again, kissing her hard, tongue pushing it's way into her mouth this time. Staci groaned, mouth opening easily for his invasion, allowing him to capture her mouth completely.
He took full advantage of her willingness and lifted her again, carrying her to the couch against the far wall, laying her down there and following her down. Staci moaned, feeling the weight of his body on top of hers. She felt the throb of his cock between her thighs and arched into him, encouraging him to take her.
She wasn't disappointed, either. He slid into her slowly, stroking in and out once. He lifted himself off of her and she frowned, wondering what he was up to. He walked to were his bags were and reached in for something. Staci couldn't see what it was, but when he returned to her, she could see that he had taken the time to protect himself.
She smiled, reaching for him, pulling him back down on top of her and he slid smoothly into her body. She moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist, arching up to meet his gentle strokes. He kissed her, drinking from her lips as if she was the only one who could quench his thirst. He pushed himself deeper into her body, the rhythm considerably slower than the initial passion that had been there when they first entered the room.
He pulled out and thrust back in quickly, fucking her deeper than anyone ever had before. Staci groaned, arching up to meet each thrust, lavishing in the gentleness. She hadn't expected that, she had expected hard and fast, she wanted hard and fast. She also wanted long and slow. She just wanted him and now she was getting him. - He sped up the strokes, quickening the pace as he fucked her. She sped up with him, her nails digging into his shoulders as she met each long stroke into her. He finally pulled back once, nearly sliding out of her pussy, just hovering above her for a moment before slamming his cock deep into her waiting pussy. She groaned, the sudden roughness catching her off guard as her pussy clamped down on his cock, milking him and pulling him deeper.
He buried himself as deep as he could and came hard, his cock throbbing against the tightness of her muscles. She groaned, tightening her legs around him, keeping him tight against her body as she rocked. Her pussy milked his cock a few more times as she moved against him, finally slipping over the edge and cumming herself. He groaned, her pussy was squeezing down even harder on his cock, harder than he had ever remembered feeling before.
He pulled out slowly, carefully, making sure that he was able to get the condom out without breaking. He didn't want to end up impregnating someone when he wasn't sure that he'd stick around long enough. He took care of disposing it and quickly returned to the couch, kissing Staci gently. He looked down at her and smiled, "Come on tour with me?"
Staci gasped, not expecting that to be asked. She wanted to go. She had nothing holding her here, really. She could do her job from anywhere she had Internet access. She could do things the way she wanted to. Could she really leave, though, that was the question that made her hesitate in saying yes.
"I want to, but..." Josh placed his finger on her lips and smiled.
"You're scared, I know. Come with me for the weekend at least and see if you want to? I'll make sure you get a plane ticket home if you wish to return." He leaned down and kissed her, giving her a kiss like she had never felt before.
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Tina II, Chapter 11- The Prison- A Gray Muzzle story
Marcia placed a call on the intercom.
"Lucy, Can you come down to my office? There's someone I'd like you to meet."
Moments later, Lucy stuck her head in the door. A striking white Poodle, with the most amazing head of red hair.
"You called?"
Lucy was leaning in the doorway. She wore a long skirt, and a sleeveless silk top, over which she wore a pink cashmere sweater.
"Lucy, this is our newest girl. Can you show her around, and get her settled in?"
Peteena House was a home for abandoned Poodle hybrids. When the great emancipation came, they were no longer pets, but there was no where for them to go. As humans, they couldn't be destroyed, but there was no place for them to go. A kindly millionare, and lover of Standard Poodles left his entire estate to establish Peteena House. Here, the former pets could live out there lives, in comfort and dignity. When Peteena House opened, there were perhaps a half dozen residents. Today, after several additions, Peteena House was taking in it's eighty second guest. Once word had gotten out, they came from near and far. Europe, the Soviet Republics, the Middle East and Asia. Of course, most were American. The majority came from Arkansas, Missouri, and Texas, where they had been raised in great numbers. When they ceased to have economic value, the hybrids were cast off, with no where to go. Lacking money or education, there was no place for them to go. Peteena House was a Godsend, a place where every Poodle hybrid was accepted without question.
"Hello, dear, I'm Lucy, but no one ever calls me that. Everyone knows me as 'Red'
The new girl blushed and looked down.
"I'm Dorothy, Miss Lucy...sorry...Red..." she offered her hand.
Dorothy was typical of the girls that came to Peteena House. She came from Kansas, wearing a gingham midrift top, Daisey Dukes, and a worn flowered hat.. She carried only a cardboard suitcase.
"Those are some shoes, there." Red commented, checking out her footwear.
"Uh, I knew I had a lot of walking to do..." Dorothy replied, looking self consciously at her heavy work boots, and thick white socks.
"Well, we'll take care of that. Let's get you a room, and let you clean up. Then I'll show you around."
Red took her suitcase, and lead her down a long hallway. They went down some stairs, then took an elevator. At the end of yet another long hall, Red opened a door. Inside, it was a cheerful, airy, four bed room. There were two bunk beds, and four dressers, and a bathroom private to the suite. Red went out into the hall, and came back with linens, and towels.
"Here's your towels. The bath is through there. Once you've showered, we'll do your hair, and get you some clothes.
"Thanks" she smiles
The shower was huge and clean. Not at all like the outdoor hose Dorothy was accustomed to. There was lots of warm water, and nice smelling soap. There was even a hair dryer for her to use. She would have stayed forever, but Dorothy knew that Lucy was waiting for her. When she emerged, Red was waiting.
"Here's a nice bathrobe for you. I hope you don't mind, but since I was waiting, I took the liberty of starting to unpack."
Indeed she had. Her few belongings were in the dresser, her clothes on hangers. The suitcase was under her bunk. There was a picture, which Lucy had placed by her bed, atop the dresser.
"The people...who are they?"
Dorothy took the picture from her.
"This is my family...when they changed the law, they couldn't keep me anymore. I miss them sometimes. Especially..."
Her voice trailed away, but Lucy knew that she was talking about the boy in the front of the picture. She placed it carefully back on the dresser.
"Let's get going. We've got things to do..."
Lucy lead her back to the elevator. They rode it all the way to the basement. When the door opened, it was cool and dark. They walked another hallway, where there was a lighted room at the end. The door was partially open, Dorothy's eyes were greeted by the strangest sight. The room was a mess. There was an unmade bed, and food boxes everywhere. There were skateboards, and BMX bikes, and snowboards, and sports stuff off all types. There was a 250cc dirt bike being overhauled on the floor. In the center of the floor was a white Poodle wearing nothing but her underwear. Her back was to the door, and she was dancing and singing to 'The Beatie Boys' which played on her iPod.
"Violet!" Red shouted, pulling the headphones from her ears "This is Dorothy. She's our newest guest.
Violet snatched back her MP3 player, and threw it on the dresser. She then took a smock off the rack, and stepped into a pair of flip flops. She pulled a beautician's chair from the corner, where it sat under a sheet.
"Violet is our hairdresser. She doesn't live here full time anymore, but she still comes back to visit. She's really good."
Violet was suddenly all business. She placed Dorothy in the chair, and got to work.
"Hmmmm."
Violet could see that there wasn't that much hair on her head. It was a common problem. Many girls had been struggling just to survive; there wasn't time for grooming.
Violet tugged at her snarled curls.
"I think most of this will have to go. Don't worry, though, we'll have you looking prettu. May I cut it?"
Dorothy was tearing up, but she nodded her head 'yes'; Violet began to cut. When she was done, there was a fine layer of soft fuzz. Dorothy was in shock.
"Now, let's get you looking pretty!"
Violet took her by the hand, to a room across the hall. When the light came on, the room was filled with wigs, of every length and color. They picked several, and took them back to the chair. She tried a blonde one, which was pretty, and a red one, and long brown curls. In the end, they decided thick brown braids, parted in the center, was the best look of all.
"What do you think? Violet asked, holding a mirror
Dorothy was very pleased. She had never seen such nice hair! She hugged Violet, as she got up to leave.
Lucy took her back upstairs, where they went to what may have been the largest room in the house.
"This is the closet" Red explained. "Each of us has our own clothes. But we have this...the 'Community Closet'. These are the clothes that we share. Truth is, we share most of the things we have. Just seems to make sense."
By the time she finished speaking, Dorothy was already in the racks of clothes that were on every wall. Dorothy tried on dress after dress, until she fount a sleeveless blue dress that she thought was very pretty. Lucy went to the closet.
"Here are some panties, and some undershirts. I got you a few one piece undergarments, too. A lot of us prefer them. You can wear bras, if you wish; most of us don't bother. We'll take you shopping for new things in a few days. These should hold you until then."
Then, they went to the shoe closet. Dorothy picked out some blue suede sneakers.
"That's...what you want? Red inquired, slightly amused.
"I'd see...everyone wearing them. I never had any of my own. I thought they must be wonderful, since everybody had them" she replied.
"That's good enough for me" Red smiled.
They then went on a tour of the house. Red took her through the different dorm areas of the house. As they walked, they encountered groups of girls. Some were leaving to play tennis. Others were doing chores. Yet others seemed to just be hanging out. Leaving the dorms, they went to the public areas. In one room, Violet was now teaching an aerobic class, to about ten girls. Across the hall, another dozen intently worked on ballet dancing. There was a library, a comfortable TV lounge, and a theatre where movies were shown on weekend nights. Right off the lobby was the dining room. It was bright and cheery, and it could seat all eighty plus girls, and guests all at once. It was arranged in tables of eight, with white tablecloths, and there were candles and fresh flowers on each one.
"Marcia's orders" Red noted.
Beyond the dining room was the kitchen.
"Each week, the schedule gets posted. Newer girls serve meals to the senior ones. But everyone does chores." Lucy stated "Nothing nasty, mind you. Laundry, dusting, that sort of thing. We're all expected to help out."
"Only seems fair. I'm not afraid of work."
On the center island, was a red velvet cake. It was the lovleiest thing Dorothy had seen. She just gawked at it.
"Shall we have some?"
"But...it's not ours..."
"I think it will be OK..." Lucy responded.
She cut Dorothy a big slice of cake, and poured her a glass of milk.
"Where are my manners! You must be starved!"
Indeed she was. Dorothy finished it in record time, and Red got her another. She finished that as well. Red gathered up the dishes, and placed them in the dishwasher.
"Shall we look outside?
Outside was a place of wonder. There were swings and slides and playhouses.
"A lot of the girls seem to like them" Red noted "Most didn't have things like this growing up."
There was a built in cooking area, and a pinic grove, where the girls would eat outside in the summer. Beyond the main yard, was a running track- and another track.
"That's where we ride motorcycles ATVs, mini bikes, that sort of thing.
Dorothy's eyes were huge.
Down a small knoll, on the lower part of the property, was a HUGE pool. There was a hot tub, and a waterfall, too. Girls in swimsuits sunned and played in the warm water. By the pool, there was even a bar.
"Drink?"
"Dogs aren't supposed to have that."
"Says who?"
"My family told me that"
"On that topic, they were wrong" Red laughed "What will it be?"
"I'll have a 'Bud', please."
Red got a Jack Daniel's on the rocks; she brought Dorothy a beer. They sat at a table with a big umbrella by the pool, where they looked over the estate on a magnificent Summer day.
"Red?"
"Uh huh..."
"What is it like...here at Peteena House?"
Red smiled.
"I though that's what we were discussing."
"No, I mean, really..."
Red sat back in her chair, and got very serious.
"OK. What would you like to know."
"Do people get along?"
"Oh, yes...EVERYONE is really close. People have their disagreements, but all the girls are so sweet. Not to worry."
"Marcia?:
Red reached into her bag, and pulled out a cigarette, Marlboro red. She lit it with a vintage Zippo.
"Marcia is my dearest friend. She's really wonderful. She's always doing little, special things for people. She has some that she's closer to...She's very fond of Violet. There's this French girl...And Marcia is my best friend..."
She took a long drag on the cigarette.
"We're lovers. Have been for many years."
Dorothy looked a little surprised.
"Is there...a lot of 'that' here?"
Red laughed.
"It's not like it is out there. Here...there's only us girls. If someone has a need...well, you'd help a sister, wouldn't you?"
Red took another long drag, and finished her drink in one shot.
"Lucy? Is there something I'm missing? I mean, it all seams so...so WONDERFUL here. Still, I sense there's something...something missing, something wrong. If I'm off track, please tell me so."
Red lit another cigarette.
"Smart girl. But then, I was never much good at fooling people when it came to my feelings."
"Does it have to do...with that?"
"This? " Red felt the large scar that crossed her nose. Looking more carefully, Dorothy could see that there was a part of her nose missing. Red sat back in her chair.
"That...was a long time ago. It's mostly behind me, at least now. Marcia helped me get my hair, the surgery, the rest. She'll help you too, if that's what you want. But no, not really. That's not it."
"Then, what IS it?"
Red smiled.
"I suspect you'll find me silly. I'll let you decide. It really IS what it appears. We're all friends. We're taken care of wonderfully. We pretty much live as we please. Get up early, or sleep late. We have lovely clothes. Our every need is met. By every standard, a perfect life."
"Then what is it?"
"It's all too perfect"
"Perfect? You're joking, right?"
Red shot her a look.
"Not at all. We were never meant to live in perfection. It will drive you mad."
"No one here looks the least bit mad."
"Ah, but they are! Most adjust, by just not thinking. They get up, eat play, sleep...then they do it all again. It's like prison. ..."
"Do you mean we're locked in here?"
"No, not at all. We're free to leave. We travel. Actually, we travel all the time. But it's the same thing, just in a different place. There's no place for us to go. The world out there, they don't want us. And we're not prepared to live there. So, here we are, in a cage. An elegant, sophisticated cage. But a cage just the same."
"Does everyone feel as you do?"
"No. Marcia has her career. She has a reason to get up in the morning, independent of us. She's quite happy."
"Just Marcia?"
"No. Violet is actually pretty happy."
"Violet? That crazy one in the basement?'
"Yes. Her. A while back, she met and married a reporter who came here. She has a job. She's lived in the real world. She does hair. She teaches aerobics. She's got a family, and friends...a life beyond these walls."
"So there's hope."
"Hope for those who leave."
"But everyone SEEMS so happy...'
"Maybe. Perhaps I think too much. So, don't think about it. Forget I told you any of this. Maybe it will be different for you..."
"So, what do I do?" she asked, concerned.
"Plan...start working on a way out. It will always be here...if you need it. But if you can, make a life. Get educated. Get a job. And..."
"And...what?"
"Never give up on love. That boy...you love him?"
Dorothy looked down, never saying a word.
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*All characters are the age of 18 or older*
*Main story themes: Futa on Female, Coercion*
*Thank you for the continued feedback! I really appreciate comments especially if they are constructive!*
*If by some chance you stumbled upon this chapter, I highly suggest you go back and read each chapter in order.*
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Sherry was the very definition of a proper American girl. She grew up in a proper family in a proper New England neighborhood where she went to a proper school where she got proper grades. She spent her teenage years being the pride and joy of her mothers, who showed off their beautiful proper blonde daughter to all their proper friends at their proper dinner parties. Sherry was a princess, the house with a white picket fence in the suburbs her castle.
Though for a princess Sherry was modest. As she grew up in an environment of privilege her body blossomed into that of a beautiful young woman. Soft and full breasts grew on her chest and tight curves flowed down her sides above long smooth legs. Coupled with her sharp face and bright blonde curls she was the center of attention when she entered the room. Though for all her beauty Sherry herself was humble, taking after her mothers she always maintained a modest and polite demeanor, a true example of class.
This class was hammered into her since childhood by her parents, as the members of Sherry's family grew to become lawyers, doctors, and other respected members of the community. Sherry was well aware that the expectations for her were no different, and she strove to meet the goals set by her parents. After years of proper behavior and hard work, this drive rewarded Sherry in the form of acceptance to a respected Midwestern university. During her final dinner party, Sherry announced to the glowing pride of her mothers and all the respected women of the neighborhood that she had enrolled in the pre-med program and planned to go on to medical school.
Four years ago Sherry hugged her mothers goodbye, tears of pride welled in their eyes as they embraced their golden child. Their precious child had made them so proud and she was going to go on to make them even prouder. Four years ago Sherry drove away from her castle in the suburbs with dreams of returning home, proudly surprising her parents with her graduation from medical school. Sherry knew for sure she would make them proud, she was her mother's daughter and she was going to achieve greatness.
Today however, Sherry was on her knees in a department store dressing room with Jackie's cock in her mouth.
Sherry swirled her tongue around the cockhead between her lips, stroking the shaft with her free hand in smooth motions. Her bright blonde bangs swung back and forth in front of her eyes with each pump of her wrist along the pulsating shaft. Light slurping sounds escaped from her lips as she bobbed on the engorged cockhead, tongue massaging the sensitive glans of her partner. The salty taste of precum touched her tongue, a sign that the futanari she was servicing was enjoying the attention.
She wore a white tank top so tight her breasts seemed to overflow past the tight fabric holding them at bay. A tiny black skirt rested on her hips, so short it would make a stripper blush. Her smooth ass poked out from the tiny flare of the skirt, black lace thong uncomfortably tight along her ass. Other dressing room doors opened and slammed shut, the occupants unaware of sensual service Sherry gave Jackie.
"You've come a long way since yesterday." Jackie said from her seat, hand resting on the little blonde head bobbing on her dick. "You sure I'm your first?"
Sherry reared her head off her meal and sneered at Jackie, "fuck you.", voice full of venom.
"Mmm, that may be an option. However, I don't believe I told you to stop. If you don't follow directions again then our little arrangement is off" Jackie said through a sly smile. "So get sucking my dick, it was just getting good."
Sherry took the cock in her mouth again but continued her viper-like glare at Jackie. The futanari only smiled and stroked Sherry's blonde hair as it swayed above her cock. Sherry's soft knees ached and burned as they rubbed on the hard floor of the dressing room. A mixture of saliva and Jackie's pre-cum flowed from the corners of her lips and down her chin each time she took the length into her mouth.
Though Sherry hated the owner of the shaft she was currently sucking on she did her best to service the futanari as best as she could, for she learned the day prior that Jackie tended to face-fuck if she felt the effort wasn't there. Sherry's tender lips massaged Jackie's cockhead while her wet tongue massaged the sensitive glans each time she shifted forward along the length. Her left hand jerked at the base of Jackie's cock, soft hands stroking to her lips with each slurp along the futa-cock.
Jackie leaned back in her seat, breathing heavy in ecstasy from the tiny blond coed's head that impaled itself on her cock. "That's it, right there you fucking slut." She breathed, "Fuck you feel so good sucking my cock. Just like that you goddamn whore."
Sherry doubled her pace, she had learned when Jackie began to call her names it was a sign the futanari was close to cumming. She milked Jackie's stiff cock, slick with saliva in a fanatic pace. Her jaw ached from the force of the engorged cockhead she forced in-between her tender lips, tongue flowing around her mouth along the cockhead. She took her free hand and massaged the futanari's ballsack, an effort to push Jackie over the edge.
Sherry could hear Jackie's panting grow faster and shaper until she felt a hand grip her hair, ripping her head back. Jackie stood up and quickly stroked her slick cock, "open your fucking mouth." She ordered. Sherry closed her eyes and obeyed as Jackie grunted and came on her face. She winced as each stream of cum struck her face, warm ropes of futanari semen fell across her down her face. Each panting grunt from the futanari brought more cum that coated Sherry's features and filled her mouth. Just as it seemed Jackie had emptied the remainder of her load onto Sherry's face, she shoved her cock into the open mouth and spurted one final shot of cum down her throat.
Jackie pulled her satisfied cock out of the shivering blonde and fall back on her chair in satisfaction. Sherry from her place on the floor choked and gasped; attempting to recover from having cum forced down her throat. Several deep breaths later and deep swallows later Sherry regained control over her thought and breathing, though the salty taste of cum still stained her mouth.
Raising her head from the floor Sherry's eyes met her reflection in the dressing room mirror. Stains of saliva fell down her lips and chin towards her cleavage. White streams of cum coated her face, a rope hung over her eyelid and draped across her face. Her bangs were wet and cemented to her forehead by a mixture of sweat and semen. A cord of guilt struck her chest, she didn't want to believe it was herself she was looking at in the mirror.
Jackie's hand gripped her arm and yanked Sherry to her feet. "Good job, cocksucker." She said in a casual tone. Jackie's verbal abuse only made Sherry feel worse. "Since you did such a good job taking my load like that, let's take a look at you. C'mon stand up straight now." Jackie primped and poked Sherry until she obeyed, like a kind of pet. Gripping the cum-covered girls shoulders Jackie spun her around and flipped up her tiny skirt. "Hmmm, I don't think black is your color." Jackie mused, referring to Sherry's tiny thong. "Red's much more your color, go find one in red." She ordered, opening the door and giving Sherry a gentle shove into the public eye of the store.
Sherry obeyed, slowly shuffling from the dressing room area into the intimates section. Humilation covered her like a blanket. She could feel the stares of the other women, they saw the way she was dressed like a whore and they saw the cum all over her face like a whore. She did her best to complete the task but she couldn't ignore the humiliation. Shame blushed her cheeks red while a painful lump grow in her throat demanding she cry. Only months ago she believed herself to be destined for greatness, and now she was digging through a selection of thongs while shivering from the cum that grew cold on her face.
*I will not cry* she ordered herself. *I will not give that bitch the pleasure of seeing me cry.* Finally finding a red lace thong in her size, she returned past the gauntlet of stares to the dressing room that housed Jackie. Shutting the door behind her she showed her red lacy objective to Jackie, who smiled and jumped up from her seat. "Perfect! Now let's see how they look on you." Jackie said as she yanked down the pair Sherry was wearing. Sherry kicked off the black lacy thong and slid up the red pair; the tiny lacy thong felt uncomfortable along her asscrack.
Jackie flipped up her skirt again and examined the smooth ass in the mirror. "Perfect! It's just your style. Should be wonderful for our card game with the girls this weekend!" Jackie said giving Sherry's exposed ass cheeks a painful slap before letting go of the flare of the tiny skirt.
Sherry winced from the blow and turned around to face her full form in the wall mirror. Her red thong was clearly visible as it curved around her hips above the top of her skirt, which length just barely covered her crotch. If she were to take even a small step the red fabric that covered her cunt was clearly visible. Shame filled her mind from the sight of herself in such a slutty outfit coupled with the now cold sticky cum on her face.
She wanted to be mad, she wanted to blame someone; she wanted to believe this wasn't her fault. But deep down inside Sherry knew: *I deserve this.*
My evening at the Guardian Angel had been nothing short of eye opening. Not only had I learned so much about the lives of futanari, gotten the intimate details of sexual lives from people I had just met, and almost been impregnated in a bar bathroom, but most shocking of all was that I wasn't the first one out of the poker game. Jackie had bit the dust much earlier in the night, but Cass had also fallen to the elegant-as-ever Mari, leaving only three players in the game.
I had been playing passive all game, my focus on the discussion between the futanari rather than actual strategy for winning the game. But I found myself with an excellent hand of two aces, with another ace in the river. Facing only Kris I took the risk and went all in, hoping I hadn't lost my buy-in.
The table was silent with the exception of Jackie, who purred in excitement. "C'mon Miss detective, I'm rootin for you here." She said softly. The blonde on her lap's skirt had slowly rolled up her side from Jackie's fidgeting, clearly exposing her bright red underwear. She didn't seem to care or notice, a blank look on her face while Jackie's hand kneaded her thigh.
Tearing my attention away from the red lace between her legs I focused on Kris, who casually flipped over her hand revealing a flush. With a small moan, I mourned the loss of my buy-in and flipped over my hand in defeat.
Jackie leaned back and bellowed an "oooooh!", mourning my loss with me. Giving a hard slap to her captive's somewhat exposed ass she yelled "Fuck I thought for sure you had her!". The woman winced but didn't yell at the blow to her rear, a clear red handprint grew to match her red lace underwear. This beautiful woman had taken so much abuse throughout the night, from being sexually harassed, smoke blown in her face, and being slapped around. But yet despite the pitiful look on her face she didn't react whatsoever, like she was a slave and Jackie her master. Courage welled up inside of me from the pathetic sight and I took a risk.
"Why do you let her do that to you?" I asked the blonde. The woman met my eyes with the question, only to quickly look down at the table with an empty look on her face.
"Jackie doesn't usually let her pets talk during the game." Kris calmly said, counting out my chips from a moment prior.
"Pets? What does that mean?" I asked, clueless for the countless time of the night.
Jackie had her trademark devil-grin, "Little Sherry here made a deal with the devil." She slid her hand in-between the woman's legs, a look of disgust on their owner's face. Jackie continued to massage her captive, her eyes on mine, "And don't think this is some kind of slavery shit, I'm not that fucked up. She can say no and leave at any time she wants."
I tried to think of scenarios why someone would allow such abuse, coming up blank. "So if I might ask, why don't you?" I asked the woman again, who still looked away with a pitiful expression.
"Simple really" Jackie answered for her, "The princess wants the keys to my castle. Little Sherry's wifey got herself knocked up, and like a true lady of class her babymomma didn't stick around long enough to say there aint no room in the inn." The expression on Sherry's face grew pained with embarrassment as Jackie continued to speak. "I'm her little fucked-up savior, giving her a second chance she never thought she'd have."
I shook my head in disbelief, "Savior?"
Mari saved me from Jackie's explanation, "In order for a mother or a couple to move into a nursery they need to be referred by a futanari, it's almost always by whoever got them pregnant. So basically for whatever reason, Miss Sherry," Mari nodded towards Sherry, whom was bright red with shame, "has reached an agreement with Jackie in order to acquire such a referral, as her wife failed to acquire one."
This talk of referrals sounded so medical and formal to me. I imagined a futanari and a woman signing legal documents bedside before taking a tumble in the sheets. The image amused and confused me simultaneously. I remembered how drunk with lust I felt in the bathroom just an hour before; I was seconds away from being gleefully knocked up by futanari whose names I didn't even know. "Referrals?" I asked, "Sounds complicated."
"Not really" Kris picked up, "The Nursery we partner with gives us these." Kris pulled several small black cards from her purse, about the size of business cards but thick and plastic. Sherry's eyes broke from her agitated trance and snapped to Kris' hands that held the cards. "These are our referrals" Kris pushed one over to me, Sherry's eyes following the small piece of plastic as it slid into my hand.
A long ID number was imprinted on the card as well as Kris' name. The Ark Nursery's logo of a bright white wing was printed on the bottom right corner below a small chip. The back of the card bore a large image of the symbol for Venus, enclosed around a small crown. Kris continued as I examined the card. "That card buys you five years here at Ark, that symbol on the back signifies which neighborhood the home is in."
"So you choose exactly where they live as well?" My eyes grew wide, "That's a lot of power."
"Well" Cass started "It's not like there's slums here in Ark, it's just a level of control. We have to ration out each neighborhood; otherwise I would have all my families in The Guardian Angel instead of the other areas. Every neighborhood is pretty nice here in Ark, so you just end up saving The Guardian Angel cards for partners you really like."
I thought about how much sense it made when I fully realized what Cass had said, "Wait, The Guardian Angel isn't a hotel?"
Cass threw her head back and laughed. Jackie smirked and answered for her, "It seems that way doesn't it? But no, it's just high class living. Most of us futanari live here like our own little mount Olympus, but there are plenty of apartments we can hand out to our favorites." Jackie's hand rested comfortably in-between Sherry's legs, fingers on the red fabric of her panties. Sherry's facial expression made it clear to all members of the table she wasn't the least bit aroused by the attention.
I refocused my attention away from the harassed woman to the conversation. "I think I'm starting to get it, but I still don't understand why someone would go to such lengths. There must be another futanari willing to give Sherry a card without using Jackie." I realized what I had said and quickly turned to Jackie, puffing away on her cigar. "No offense, Jackie."
"None taken" Her fingers continued to play with the fabric of Sherry's skirt.
"Typically." Mari explained, "A nursery doesn't accept a referral by a futanari that didn't get the individual pregnant. However Jackie here has convinced a certain Guardian Angel administrator to make exceptions for her."
"How did you manage that?" I asked, looking towards a grinning Jackie
"Turns out a certain Angel fucking sucks at bluffing so I've got a few free passes to hand out to the needy." Jackie rubbed Sherry's chin as she spoke, who jerked her head away and pouted.
"You want to see what the rooms look like?" Asked Cass, "We can give you a proper tour while Mari and Kris finish up if you like?"
"Sure!" I agreed, excited to explore more of the extravagant building that was The Guardian Angel.
Mari and Kris waved us goodbye and Cass and Jackie guided me out of the lounge. Sherry stared at the floor and followed close behind Jackie. Exiting the darkness of the lounge we emerged into the bright main hall and strode inside a nearby elevator, casual music drifted from inside the carriage.
"I think this floor is mostly empty..." Cass mumbled, cautiously selecting a floor. The elevator jerked and began upwards. Sherry stood next to Jackie, who was groping the blonde's butt with her free hand. I scanned Sherry's face for a reaction, but her expression was blank and eyes looking into memories of the past.
Sherry's achievements hadn't ceased since her acceptance to university, boasting a seven straight semester streak of a perfect 4.0 GPA she was a model student. The only thing that stood between her and entrance to any medical school of her choice was the daunting MCAT and a final semester of her undergraduate career.
She wasn't concerned about either challenge, she was confident she would finish her degree in perfect standing. Instead Sherry was at a holiday house party, concerned with getting her girlfriend, Ada to relax and enjoy a party for once in her life. It was the winter holidays, loud music pulsed throughout the house while students mingled, danced, and celebrated the end of another semester. Sherry and Ada had secured a spot on the living room couch, Sherry itching to be a social butterfly and Ada doing her best to be invisible.
"Drink this." Sherry ordered, "I'm determined for you to have fun with real people for a change." Pushing a glass towards her partner.
Ada glanced at the glass that had been shoved in her hands. "White? What is this?"
"It's called a white Russian. I know you don't like the taste of alcohol but trust me you'll like this." Sherry ordered. Ada looked into the milky liquid with a shy concerned stare. Sherry rested a hand on her shoulder, "C'mon Ada, I just want you to have some fun. It's just something to help you loosen up. Could you just try it? For me?" Sherry begged, big blue eyes staring into Ada's brown pair.
"Not fair, you know I can never say no to you." Ada relented, draining her drink in a single drink.
"That's my girl!" Sherry cheered, rubbing Ada's back.
Sherry had met Ada as a freshman as lab partners in introductory chemistry. Ada was hopeless when it came to the sciences and was completely reliant upon Sherry for passing the course. Sherry had been annoyed with her seemingly useless lab partner until she began to struggle in her creative writing courses and was saved by Ada's amazing abilities as an editor. A companionship was born, Ada was an English major who relyied on Sherry for math and science help while Sherry was pre-med and relied on Ada to get her through her liberal arts credits.
The girls formed a perfect team for the first semester, studying together late at night and becoming close friends. But as Sherry spent more time with the shy girl who enjoyed reading books more than talking to people, she grew attached. After their meetings she couldn't stop thinking about Ada's long black hair and brown eyes that peered behind a pair of thick rimmed glasses.
After receiving a perfect score on her final creative writing paper she burst into Ada's dorm room and planted a kiss on the frozen bookworms face. After the moment of shock, Ada enthusiastically returned the embrace; the moment was the starting point of their years-long love. Even though each girl was nearly the opposite of one another, the connection they felt between them was unmistakable.
Though Sherry was hopelessly in love with Ada, she grew annoyed at her partner's introverted attitude. Ada's idea of a celebration was a glass of wine and churning through an entire book in an evening. When in a group Ada was a wallflower, shyly leaning against a surface too scared to open her mouth. Sherry was tired of Ada missing out on what she believed was the college lifestyle, finally talking her partner into going to the holiday party. Forcing the shy girl out of her traditional jeans and sweatshirt and into one of her trendy party dresses Sherry swept Ada out of their dorm room and off to the house party.
Though Ada enjoyed the occasional glass of wine she was not what one would describe was a drinker. But after draining the white Russian Sherry had pushed her way, Ada decided this strangely named drink wasn't so bad and had a few more. With the newfound liquid courage Ada found herself on the coffee table, having the time of her life dancing and screaming along to the music much to the laughter of Sherry. The shy nerd girl was gone, and in her place was the obviously intoxicated butterfly, which drunkenly blossomed from her cocoon into the lush social butterfly.
Sherry exhaled mentally, relieved that Ada was finally relaxing and having a good time. She left Ada, who was giggling uncontrollably with a group of girls on the floor, in the living room and headed to the basement. Feeling like she should give Ada a chance to spread her wings on her own, she danced her heart out in the basement, massive speakers shaking the walls with her favorite songs.
Two hours later Sherry was danced out and covered in sweat, returning to the main floor she was curious what Ada had been up to. Nowhere to be found, Sherry asked the group of girls she last saw giggling with Ada if they had seen her.
"I think I saw her go upstairs." One of the girls shouted over the music and pointed up a nearby staircase.
Sherry sighed. Perhaps the party had been too much for the shy girl and she was just looking for a place to calm down. Trudging up the stairs she slowly opened bedroom doors, looking for her partner. Interrupting more than one couple whom were thoroughly enjoying the privacy of the bedrooms, she found her charge. Ada was flat on her stomach on top of the bed, the skirt of her dress flipped up revealing black panties. A stain was clearly visible on the bedsheets below Ada while drool escaped from her lips onto the pillow.
Sherry couldn't help but laugh. "Alright Ada, I'm glad you had fun but this party is so over." She turned her drunken partner over on her back and rubbed her awake. "We gotta get out of here" She said, eager to leave before the owner of the bed finds you.
"Mmmmm, Shewwi..."Ada mumbled, obviously drunk. "No Sherwi I's want to love you's" she slurred. Sherry let out a yelp, feeling Ada's hand under her skirt and clumsily rubbing the crotch of her panties. "Where's it go?" Ada asked.
Sherry removed Ada's hand from her skirt, "Where's what now?"
"Your biiiiiiiiig dick!" Ada cheered, drunkenly falling to the bed.
"Clearly a sign you need to go home. C'mon girl before you get sick." Sherry hoisted Ada to her feet, helping her downstairs. Sherry waved her other friends goodbye while they laughed at her drunken charge. It took some doing, but Sherry managed to carry Ada whom was deadweight, back to her dorm room. Depositing Ada into her bed, Sherry stroked her lover's hair. "I'm glad you finally relaxed tonight." She whispered and kissed Ada goodnight.
After an unforgiving hangover Ada recovered from her first binge drinking experience. Sherry found it hilarious that Ada was unable to remember anything past her first drink of the white Russian, but couldn't help but feel like she had fun. But while she had fun, Ada still preferred books as they never gave her hangovers.
Life and the school year continued, a month later both girls had returned to classes and life had returned to normal. For a moment of their lives, everything was perfect; love, life, and success were within reach and the two girls were closer than ever. But a single afternoon changed everything. A stomach bug brought a visit to the campus clinic for Ada. A quick examination and few tests later, a doctor broke terrible news.
Ada was a month pregnant.
A sobbing Ada broke the news to Sherry in her dorm room. Through uncontrolled tears Ada claimed she had never had sex with anyone other than Sherry, much less a futanari. Sherry stroked the hair of her sobbing lover while guilt gripped her chest. A month ago Sherry had dragged Ada to the holiday party, gotten her blindingly drunk, and left helpless. She remembered how Ada looked sprawled on the bed, her dress falling off her body and how her lower half was exposed. Sherry knew exactly how Ada had gotten pregnant, and it was her fault.
Sherry calmed the hysterical Ada, promising to love her forever and never leave her side. Sherry promised they would get through this and that their life dreams would all come true. Ada buried her head into Sherry's chest and cried, believing every word she said.
But Sherry didn't believe herself. She loved Ada, but there was no way that everything was going to be ok. As a pre-med student Sherry was no stranger to the nursery system. Without a nursery card, let alone not even knowing what the parent of Ada's child looks like, there was no way Ada would gain entrance to a nursery. Due to the rarity of Futanari, contraceptives were not commonly available and abortion was strictly only used in cases where the mother's life was in danger. Ada was going to give birth to this child. After a tearful night, the couple traveled to the county courthouse and married. Never had Sherry thought her wedding ceremony take place in the lobby of a gray office building and an overworked secretary as a witness.
The stress took a toll on Sherry well beyond her mental status. Ada had dropped out of her courses and Sherry might as well have, earning horrific marks on all her classes for the semester. The black marks on her GPA coupled with terrible MCAT scores effectively locked her out of medical school.
With only a single semester remaining before graduation, Sherry's future looked bleak. Ada's belly had begun to grow, a small bump a home to the child that grew inside her. In four months Sherry would be finished with her undergraduate and her financial aid would cease. With no other options Sherry would have to return home to her proper American home and confess to her parents she had not only failed in school but also was also married and expecting a child. Each time Sherry imagined speaking with her parents, her heart ached in her chest and her stomach sank. She couldn't believe she had fucked up so badly, she would give anything to make it all better, she prayed with all her heart just for a chance to get her life back.
And Sherry got her wish. Late one night Sherry sat in the corner of a dark bar, nursing a beer and replaying the night Ada conceived their child in her mind. From the darkness a woman in a sharp grey suit approached her and introduced herself. This woman explained she was well aware of Sherry and Ada's situation, and offered her a way out. She explained that as a futanari herself, she could provide her with a pass to the nearby nursery, staving off the need to confess to her parents.
The deal was simple, one nursery referral for Ada in exchange for one week where Sherry wasn't allowed to refuse the futanari. It was made very clear that at any point Sherry could refuse and forfeit the nursery pass. Desperate but not dumb, Sherry was well aware of the erotic intentions of this futanari that had somehow found out her problem. She knew it was dangerous, she didn't even know the futanari's in front of her, and the only other futanari she knew had knocked up Ada without so much as leaving her name.
But Sherry was short on options and this was her chance. If she was able to get a nursery referral she would be at least able to secure Ada and her child's future for the next few years. This would give her a chance to get her act together and still succeed in some fashion like she had dreamed. But most importantly it would buy her time before she had to confess to her parents about all her mistakes. Sherry stuck out her hand and said, "On one condition, I cannot get pregnant."
Jackie gave a smile so big it made Sherry uncomfortable and gripped her outstretched hand. "Deal."
The next week involved Jackie dressing Sherry up in terribly revealing outfits made worse by her constant groping in public. Jackie took great pleasure in exposing Sherry, knowing the girl was horrifically embarrassed each time Jackie forced her into smaller and smaller skirts. Jackie would demand to be sucked off several times a day, usually in public areas where they could be easily, and often times were, caught by passers-by. The worst by far however was Jackie's favorite activity of blowing her load on Sherry's face and forcing her into public with cum dripping down her face.
The humiliation was unbelievable for Sherry, but she held the memory of Ada close and told herself it would just be a week. Besides, it wasn't Jackie's fault Sherry was in this situation, it was her own. She had married Ada and she had promised to make things right, and one week of humiliation was the price to pay to provide for her wife.
I glanced up and down the long bright hallway that hosted the Guardian Angel apartment units. Massive paintings lined the bright white walls of the hall. Maids in uniform roamed holding laundry, empty food trays or cleaning utensils. Each time a maid passed our group she would give a small bow and give a polite "ma'am". The elegance and classy atmosphere was palpable.
Cass led the group; myself, Sherry, and Jackie whom had her hands around Sherry's waist as we walked), in front of one of the apartment doors. Using a keycard, Cass opened the electronic lock with a click and pulled open the door. I couldn't help but notice the keycard Cass had used appeared to be identical to the nursery referral card I had been shown earlier. Ushering me inside, I stepped across the threshold of the doorframe.
The apartment was of a class well above my status. Even though the apartment was empty it was sleek and savvy. Sharp black granite counters lined the kitchen below a sparkling hanging light. Appliances appeared to be state of the art and large enough to cook for a small village. I walked from room to room in a daze, the living room, dining room, bedroom; they were all massive and pristine.
Jackie and Cass chatted in the living room while I explored. I emerged from the bathroom the size of my bedroom in my home apartment and rejoined the two futanari. Jackie and Cass were amused by my bewilderment while Sherry leaned against a wall pretending to be invisible. "So people get to live here?" I asked quietly.
Cass gave a bright smile and said "Yeah, the nursery's referrals are the actual homes our partners stay in. Most of the futanari here live in the Guardian Angel, so we only get a few rooms so the futanari here tend to save them for their favorites."
"Favorites?" I asked quizzically.
"Yeah, like if they're a really good fuck and you want to keep them around." Jackie answered for Cass, "But we're queens of the castle here, so a futanari can give whatever referral they want for any reason. "
"So if you impregnate someone you don't really like, you give them crappy housing?"
Cass gave a nervous laugh, "Well, not exactly. All the housing here at the Nursery isn't all that bad, and plus it's free. If someone is upset enough at the level of housing their futanari gave them they are always free to live outside campus on their own dime. The normal housing in the homes you passed on your way here are quite nice, they're just nothing compared to the Guardian Angel."
"Mmm" I mumbled, mentally taking it all in. "Does anyone try to bribe futanari for better housing?"
Cass sighed, "Well yes, it does happen occasionally but it's actually quite rare."
"Really?" I said in surprise.
"Well yeah," Jackie said as she leaned against the kitchen counter. "What are they gonna bribe us with? If they've got enough money to bribe into the Guardian Angel then they have the money to live in similar places outside the nursery. Many with that kind of money would rather not move anyway. And then what else could they bribe with? Sex? They need to give it up anyway just to get in here and it's not like a futanari can't get a fuck whenever they want." I blushed at her frank explanation.
"Oh." I muttered, feeling my face heat up in embarrassment.
Cass gave a small laugh, "Eloquently put Jackie." She said as Jackie gave a small bow. Cass turned to me, "Think you have enough for your blog or whatever?" I nodded. "Good, let's go see who won our family game night, my money's on Mari."
"Really? I though Kris was pretty good." I playfully responded. Cass held the front door for me as I left the beautiful apartment. Stepping into the hallway I visualized my own apartment and suddenly felt inadequate.
Jackie called out the door "I'll meet you guys downstairs, just gonna use the little girl's room." Cass rolled her eyes and let the door shut behind her.
Sherry felt a tightness release from her chest as the apartment door shut. She had grown used to Jackie humiliating her in front of others, but to be exposed and harassed in front of another female was almost too much. On top of that the little redhead was some kind of writer; she prayed Red would at least have the decency to change her name in the final product. She would have said something, but Jackie had made it clear that speaking to anyone else while she was with Jackie would break their deal.
"I can't believe she gets moist over Kris rather than me." Jackie said wistfully. Giving a glance to Sherry leaning against the wall with her arms crossed she said "It's a real fucking shame tomorrow's your last day as my slut, I really should have made you dye your hair."
Sherry furrowed her brow and glared at the floor. She ran her hands through her long blonde hair grateful it had remained untouched through her humiliation.
"Goddamn I'm so fucking horny." Jackie practically grunted. "I never knew I was so into redheads, shit." Jackie released the buckle on her suit pants and let her bottoms fall to the floor, revealing a massive erection. "Slut, time to do your job." She said to Sherry while she stroked her erect member.
Sherry sighed. Striding over to the futanari she tied her hair back into a ponytail. Jackie leaned against the kitchen counter with her massive cock in hand and a smile on her face. Sherry braced herself to take Jackie into her mouth. Dropping to her knees she took Jackie's massive shaft between her lips, slowly bobbing her head up and down the cock. Having sucked off Jackie countless times in the past week, Sherry was an expert on pleasuring a girl-cock. Jackie gave soft moans while Sherry loudly slurped on the cock between her lips.
Sherry felt Jackie grip her arm and yank her to her feet. Sherry gave a surprised sound as she popped off Jackie's cock. "Now that you got me ready..." Jackie said lustfully. Jackie shoved Sherry into the kitchen counter and pressed her flat against the cold granite of the counter. Sherry felt her tiny red thong being ripped down her legs, exposing her sensitive parts.
"Hey!" she yelped in surprise. She felt her pussy was and she knew Jackie had been drinking and was horny, a dangerous combination.
"Oh, don't you worry princess." Jackie muttered as she stepped behind Sherry's tiny rear poking out of the short skirt. Fear rose in Sherry's chest as Jackie stepped forward. Jackie was about to fuck her pussy, she was about to be impregnated by this monster, this was breaking their bargain. Chest frozen in fear to the surface of the kitchen counter panic continued to rise in Sherry's mind.
A twang of adrenaline shot through her chest as Sherry felt Jackie's hands spread her ass cheeks apart. Jackie's cockhead pressed against her tiny asshole causing Sherry's head poked up from the counter in shock. Immediately Jackie pressed a hand into Sherry's shoulder, forcing her face back against the granite. Using her free hand Jackie guided her cock as she pressed into the shivering blonde.
Shocked into silence, Sherry panted and shivered while she felt the cock press harder against her tight resistant asshole. A burning pain shot through her body as she was forced open by Jackie's massive girth. With a contorted face Sherry grunted painfully as bit by bit Jackie's cock was forced deeper inside her.
"Fuck your ass is tight" Jackie muttered from behind Sherry's rear end. "It's gonna hurt unless you relax." She said as she gave Sherry's ass a light smack. Sherry, still shaking in pain, gave a small yip with each smack. Jackie gave a sadistic chuckle, "Alright, a one and a two..." she muttered before rocking her hips forward, sliding the entire length of her cock past Sherry's painfully stretched asshole.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Sherry hissed in pain as each inch of the massive girl-cock invaded her. Disgust and painful sensations overtook her mind with each inch of flesh entering her until she felt Jackie's bare hips press against her rear. Face contorted in a grimace, Sherry's body uncontrollably shivered. Pain burned from where Jackie had forced herself inside, feeling as if Sherry was being ripped open.
"Mmm that's good." Jackie purred from behind the violated girl. Jackie began to rock her hips, cock forcing itself painfully inside Sherry. "Fuck yeah that's it." Jackie breathed as she found her rhythm. Jackie buried her cock to the base inside Sherry's twitching asshole, a quiet '*smack*' each time her hips bounced into Sherry's rear.
She couldn't believe how painful it was to have her ass fucked. She tried to ignore the pain but having Jackie's massive cock in her gut was almost too much to handle. Closing her eyes she tried to imagine being somewhere, anywhere else where she wasn't being fucked against a countertop. But the effort was in vain, with each painful thrust she was jerked back to reality by Jackie's cock reaching her deepest parts.
Jackie had now reached a rapid pace, pistoning her cock in and out of Sherry's virgin asshole. She leaned atop her trapped partner who inhaled with a hiss of pain each time she slammed her hips forward. Jackie rested her head just behind Sherry's neck, panting in ecstasy directly into her prey's ear. Completely at the futanari's mercy, Sherry's mind echoed with the sounds of Jackie's erotic grunts which grew faster and deeper with each thrust.
Jackie suddenly buried herself entirely inside Sherry, painfully digging her thighs into the countertop. Grunting a loud "Ah! Mnnpf" into Sherry's ear, she felt the cock in her ass twitch and release a warmth into her belly. "Mmmf, Yeah" Jackie panted, the cock shivered releasing more of the warm seed. Jackie gave a small thrust "mmff, hah, hah" echoed into Sherry's eardrum while more girl-cum filled her. "Fu-u-ck" Jackie gave a final grunt and released the remainder of her load into the tender depths.
Giving herself a moment to catch her breath, Jackie lifted herself off her dominated prize and stepped back, cock slipping out of the ravaged asshole with a rude "sluck" sound. Sherry slipped back off the countertop and fell to her knees on the floor. Her asshole burned in pain as if it was torn open from the onslaught of Jackie's fucking. Warmth emanated from Sherry's gut, she felt sick knowing so much of Jackie's cum was inside her.
"Much better." Sherry heard Jackie say from the other side of the kitchen. She had taken her suit pants and redressed, looking sharp and not at all like she had just fucked someone. Sherry continued to catch her breath from her place on the floor.
Jackie strode over and squatted down next to the sweaty beauty on the kitchen floor. She took Sherry's chin in her hand and examined her face. "Still haven't cried?" She calmly asked.
Sherry jerked her face free, but maintained her position on the floor. "You disappointed?" She asked.
"No, just surprised." Jackie sat on the floor across from Sherry, learning against the wall. "Tomorrow's your last day."
"Yeah." Sherry said quietly. "One more day..." her voice trailed off.
"You know, very few have actually managed to put up with me as long as you have."
"Are you saying I should be proud?" Sherry's eyes were on the floor, she couldn't bear to look up just yet. Her asshole still burned numbly and she couldn't shift her focus away from the load of cum inside her, making her feel disgusting. A silence hung in the room over the two women.
"I could find her; the futanari that got Ada pregnant."
Sherry mentally winced at hearing Ada's name being said by Jackie. Ada didn't deserve to have her name uttered by such a person as her.
Jackie continued. "I could very easily find out who it was. With my connections I could have her in a week."
Sherry sat still on the floor.
"I could get her charged. With my connections I could get her convicted on any charge you wished. You name the punishment; A fine, prison time, or even castration, I can make it happen." Jackie's words seemed to echo in the quiet room. Sherry looked up to see a shockingly serious look on Jackie's face. She realized Jackie was being sincere.
Silence fell upon the room once more. Sherry thought back to Ada, lying face down in bed, unaware she had just been violated. She remembered the despair in her chest from her grades in the past semester. She felt cum slowly drip from her pained asshole and remembered the humiliation of the past week. She remembered marrying Ada in a cold courthouse and how neither family knew. She thought of Ada's growing belly and the child that was growing inside her.
"No." Sherry quietly said.
"No?" Jackie said in surprise.
"Getting revenge wouldn't change anything."
"She ruined your life."
"No" Sherry said sternly, "I did. It was my fault Ada was too drunk to even know who it was, and it was my fault I left alone like that. And this," Sherry gestured towards her lewd outfit and the small pool of cum on the floor, "it the fucked up way of how I'm fixing it."
Both women sat in silence; Jackie was staring at the floor lost in thought. Sherry shivered from her sweat covered body, her threads of clothing doing a poor job of keeping her warm.
Jackie nodded and said "Alright." Standing up and striding towards the door of the empty apartment she stopped and said "The usual time tomorrow, come here and say my name to the front desk." Before throwing the door open and disappearing.
I returned to the lounge with Cass to find the table empty, both Mari and Kris nowhere to be found.
"Huh, I wonder who won..." I thought aloud. Cass responded to me with a shrug.
I walked with Cass back to the main lobby. A sharply dressed attendant held the door open for us as we entered the cool evening air. Cass waved to a nearby valet who immediately scurried over and took my ticket.
"So, about these stories of yours..." Cass casually muttered.
"I'll be changing the names, and I won't even mention Ark."
"Oh, no I was just going to make sure you're coming back next week." Cass said wide-eyed. Nobody from the evening apparently cared I was about to publish stories of their sex lives to the masses.
I smiled. "I think I would like that."
Cass smiled back and nodded, "Good! You might want to work on your poker skills though."
I furrowed my brow. "Really? But I wasn't the first one out! I even knocked out Jackie."
"She never wins when she brings one of her pets" Cass rolled her eyes, "She usually throws so she can sneak off with them." I suddenly remembered we had left Cass alone with Sherry in the apartment. I tried not to think about what might be going on behind the closed door.
I was jerked to attention by the valet arriving with my car. Cass whistled "wow, first car huh?" I gave a tip to the valet who tossed me my keys and shrugged. Some may describe my car as a 'shitbox', but I liked to think of it as thrifty. I waved goodbye and began the drive home.
As I left the world of the nursery I mentally briefed myself on all I had learned. Kris's first time with Sam would make an excellent educational piece for her inexperienced readers. A write-up of Kyouko's romp with Mari would probably entice her more curious audience members. I gave a small shiver as I remembered Jackie's ravaging of her principal from high school, the more kinky readers would probably get a kick out of it.
I arrived home and began typing up a draft and continued until the sun rose.
Sherry approached the front desk of The Guardian Angel in her casual jeans and t-shirt. Jackie always gave her slutty outfits to change into so dressing in anything other than comfort clothing was a waste of time. Bags drooped under her eyes, Sherry had spent most of the evening in her dorm bathroom attempting to remove Jackie's seed from her bowls, but no matter how long she tried she still felt the disgusting slime inside her.
The receptionist gave her a large sealed envelope with her name on it. Giving a sigh Sherry plopped down on a nearby couch and tore open the envelope. Inside were several other envelopes, a room key, and a letter. Expecting some kind of fucked-up instructions she flipped open the letter.
*Sherry,*
*No doubt by this point you believe me to be a monster, a belief that is not incorrect. Your resolve is to be commended for putting up with me and my abuses for so long, I wasn't just pulling a line on you when I said many don't make it as far as you. I know it sounds bizarre, but thank you for the past week.*
*I hope someday you learn to forgive yourself for what happened to Ada. As much as you blame yourself for what happened that night, I know you would never have knowingly wished that to happen to her.*
*For the abuses you've endured by me, no simple apology could ever make up for. Regardless I'll do my best.*
*The room key in this package is your promised referral to Ark nursery, you have been granted access to a room in the Guardian Angel along with all the perks that comes with it. I assigned you to a room on a different floor from the one last evening, but with the same level of luxury, I hope it is to your liking.*
*The envelopes are letters of recommendation written by Mari. She holds enough influence and prestige that they should be enough to grant you a significant scholarship and entrance to any medical school in the Midwest regardless of your grades. I know we have a competent school within city limits, but if you should decide to attend a distant school Angel will be able to grant you similar housing in an appropriate Nursery nearby.*
*I realize this doesn't make up for all that I've done to you, but I hope it's at least a start.*
*Jackie*
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Eros snapped his fingers again and the crystals stopped moving. The one in front of Jerry began glowing like the sun.
"This is your first mission. Your job is to see these two get together. If you succeed, you're a step closer to getting your wings. If not, you know what will happen." Eros said in his deep growling voice.
Jerry shivered, remembering the intense pain from only moments ago. He stared questioningly into the golden crystal.
"What do I do?" Jerry asked. "To use magic, just think of what you want to happen, and then snap your fingers." Eros explained. Jerry did as he was told, and just as he heard the snap, he felt a tremendous pulling sensation, sucking him into the crystal.
.......
11 years ago:
Ben Bunny was standing in front of Furryville Highschool, nervous, but excited. This was his third highschool in two years. His parents were constantly moving around for better jobs, so he didn't have a chance to make friends, but he finally coaxed a promise out of them that this was their final move. For the next four years he was going to attend Furryville High, make some friends, and enjoy not having to relocate every few months. He began climbing the stone steps of the building, feeling the thrill he always felt on the first day of school, when he saw trouble...
xxxx - p.s. when this appears in any story, it means a switch in viewpoints.
Nate Rabbit knew damn well he was sexy, and he wasn't ashamed of it.
He was the captain of the football team, and had the build to prove it. His muscles were toned to the perfection of a model, and he was easily the most buff guy in town. Usually it was the meat eaters who grew to be muscled, or bovines, whom were born with bulk, but his dedication and numerous hours at the gym had payed off. (Not including his upright ears) he stood at six foot two in his Sophomore year, taller than all the Seniors. Nate had a beautifully cut six pack and abs, thickly muscled legs and arms, and two huge pecs. His eyes were and icy blue, filled with arrogance and anger, and his nose was an adorable pink. His raven black headfur drooped sexily into his eyes. His grey fur was fabulously trimmed all over his body, from his padded footpaws, to the tips of his long perky ears. His chest had a milky white blotch spreading from his neck, across his pecs to right above his waistline. Below the waist was every teenage girl's, heck any woman's wet dream. An oversized circumcised dick lay over two orange sized balls. Flaccid he was 7 inches, but when he became aroused, he cock was a frightening 11 inches.
He knew that every girl, herbivore or carnivore, would beg to service his godlike body. He made it a point to fuck the daylights out of all of his teammate's girls, but he knew that none would retaliate because he was so big. All they could do was quietly boil away on the inside, all the while sucking up to the big dawg. He had grown up in a super conservative house with a drill sergeant dad, who always pushed him to become bigger, stronger, better. Because of this he hated sissy fairy gayboys. Nothing gave him more pleasure than messing with queers.
The second Nate laid eyes on the new kid he that he was a pussy, with that milky white fur all over his body, and the sprinkling of freckles over his face. The big droopy ears falling into his face and tiny pink nose pegged him as a gay. He signaled his underlings to attention. They knew what to do; they've done it lots of times. They distracted the bunny while Nate circled around him. In a lightning quick motion, he grabbed the new kid's pants and briefs and pulled them down to his ankles.
"PANTSED!" Nate shouted to all the kids in the courtyard. The new kid quickly tried to pull his pants up, but Nate kept them pinned down with his superior strength. All the kids near the school now where laughing their heads off at Nate's latest victim.
When the new kid tried bending over to wretch the clothes out of Nate's steel grip, he accidently shoved his ass in Nate's face. Nate was momentarily stunned and let go of the clothing, allowing the bunny the chance to pull his pants up. The damage was done though. Nate had just gotten a face full of bunny butt.
xxxxx
Ben wanted to die. He had never been so embarrassed. He had always been ashamed of his chubby body, but especially his ass. He had a huge bubble butt, which he had inherited from his mother. From the back, he looked like a girl in a rap video. His secret shame had been exposed to the whole school on his first day! He could feel his whole snow white body burn red with embarrassment. Ben felt his eyes fill with tears as he ran up the stairs into the school, all the while being laughed at by the whole student body. He ran into the nearest bathroom and locked himself into a stall.
He sat on a toilet seat sobbing for the rest of the day, wondering how things could have gone so wrong on his first day.
xxxxx
As Nate laid on his bed that night, he only had one thing on his mind, the new kid. The guy had the perfect ass, for a girl. He'd had sex with tons of girls, but none of them had the same booty as the bunny. Then Nate realized he was fantasizing about a guy's butt. He got angry. "Stupid queer." He muttered. "Only a fag had the ass of a chick. Sticking it in my face." He dozed off, determining to make the new kid's life hell.
xxxxx
6 years ago:
For the past three years, Nate made Ben's life unbearable. He stuffed him in lockers, threw dodge balls at him in gym, slapped his lunch tray out of his hands, and an odd assortment of teasing and bullying. Now Nate was a senior and Ben was a junior. Unfortunately, because of Nate's bullying, Ben had not made any friends. The other students were too scared to come near Ben, fearing they would be subject to Nate's wrath by association.
Ben stuck it out. Although he had a terrible time at school, he still didn't want to move away. If he asked his parents to transfer again, they may never settle down. He decided to stay at Furryville and try to ignore Nate. Since freshman year, he had taken up running as a hobby. Thanks to all this exercise, he a lost a lot of weight and was no longer chubby. He had slimmed down to the trim, leanly muscled body of a runner. Unfortunately, no amount of running would get rid of his big butt, and he was still sort of short.
Ben did have one class he loved at Furryville high, music class. He could play a great number of instruments very well, and was on the fast track to a music scholarship at Furryville University. Only one more year of high school and his troubles were over.
xxxxx
If it was even possible, Nate had become even hotter. He had put on about fifty pounds of pure muscle, and had grown to six foot five. He had even gotten a nipple pierced with a tiny gold ring. He was the king of the school, and everyone knew it. Even when he and his posse terrorized the other students, the principle was too scared of this ripped rabbit to get involved. His favorite victim was the pussy, Ben. Nate knew he was a fag the second the second he saw him, with that dumpy body, and those long hangin' ears, and those big, brown eyes...
What the heck was he thinkin'!? Nate shook his head to get rid of the nasty thoughts. He stripped off his gym clothes and strutted to the shower, gloriously naked. He could feel the jealous eyes of the other guys as he twitched his stumpy tail, which made his big cock slap gently on his thighs. It was the last period of the day, so most of the guys had gone home, but Nate always like to stay after class and enjoy a long, hot shower by himself. Except today, he wasn't alone. In the showers, lathering soap into his fur was that homo Ben! Ben saw Nate and his eyes grew wide in terror. Ben speedily finished his shower and ran to his locker. Nate decided that he was gonna have a little fun with the queer.
Nate turned off the shower, put on his jock strap, and sauntered over to Ben's locker. Ben was still naked and drippy, and when he saw Nate, he shivered from fear and cold. Nate put on his best pissedff face. He was going to humiliate the queer, than kick his ass. "I saw you Bunny. I saw you lookin' at my hot bod." Nate ran his hands over his pecs, down his abdominals, stopping just at the spot above his cup. Ben's eyes trailed Nate's fingertips, as he gulped nervously.
"N.. No, I wasn't. I..I swear!" Ben implored.
"Don't give me that crap! I bet you jack off just thinking about me." Nate sneered. Ben secretly agreed with him. Many lonely nights had been filled with pleasuring himself to the image of Nate. He had long ago accepted his homosexuality, and had revealed himself to his parents, who accepted his whole heartedly. If anyone at school found out, however, his life would become even more unbearable than it was now. Nate now glared at him.
"DOWN ON YOUR KNEES!" he pushed Ben onto his knees in front of him. "TOUCH ME!" Nate commanded. Ben hesitantly raised his hands to Nate's pecs. He knew he was in danger, but he couldn't help becoming aroused. He felt his bunny dick begin to stiffen.
"GET INTO IT!" Nate shouted. Ben rubbed Nate's chest harder, flicking his thumbs over Nate's nipple, playing with the ring. Despite himself, Nate was becoming VERY hard underneath his cup. If the coach hadn't given him a special cup to accommodate his enormous package, his jock may have snapped from the pressure. Nate didn't know why this felt so good, he wasn't gay. But Ben's hands were now running down Nate's abs, feeling the wonderful ridges, and Nate almost murred his pleasure. He decided to change tactics.
"GET ON THE BENCH!" he shouted. Ben fearfully laid facedown on the wooden bench between the lockers. He felt his erection get pushed against his body, and the softness of his fur felt good against his smooth dick.
"GET YOUR ASS IN THE AIR!" Ben compliantly lifted his butt up. "MMM, you have a sweet ass. It looks like a girl's ass." Nate bent down to Ben and pulled his cheeks apart. Hidden between the white valleys of fur, lay a tiny pink rosebud of a hole. Perfect. Before he knew what he was doing, Nate bent forward and gave a deep lick. Ben let out a surprised squeak.
That sound. That was the sexiest sound Nate had ever heard. None of his girlfriends made that sound. He was hard as steel behind his cup. He needed to hear that again. He gave another lick to the pucker. No sound. He tried again, but he only heard the barest whimper. He looked at Ben's face. Ben had shoved a hand into his mouth to muffle his sounds. Nate yanked Ben's arms back, and gave Ben another lick. Ben let out another defeated squeak. It sounded like a chew toy, but it drove Nate crazy with lust.
Yes, this was what he wanted. This was what he had been dreaming of for years. Why hadn't he done this before? Nate let go of Ben's arms, and Ben gave a surprised squeal. Nate now knew what he wanted. He pulled off his jock when he heard voices coming through the locker room door. Some of his teammates must have had a late workout. Quickly Nate donned his shorts and t-shirt and quietly ran out the back door of the locker room. The stunned Ben was left on the cold bench, holding the athletic supporter. A senior monkey saw him first. "Holy shit!" The monkey shrieked. "That fag is humping the bench!" The second linemen, a falcon, chimed in. "He's jackin' to some guy's jock!" "Fuckin' pussy!" a pitbull growled. The footballers pounced on poor Ben, punching him in the stomach and crotch, yanking his ears, and their final act of cruelty was to stomp on his hands, knowing his love of music. Then they left him of the icy floor of the locker room, bleeding and semi conscience until the night janitor discovered him later. Xxxxx
Oh my god. That was soooooo good. It was also very close. Nate wasn't the quarterback for nothing. He ran quicker than any guy on the field, and when he had heard the guys entering the locker room, he ran home. When he arrived, he found that no one was home. Immediately he stripped and laid down on the sofa. Nate needed to relieve himself of his load. He stroked his big dick, picturing the image of Ben, naked and wet, squeaking with desire, going mad with pleasure. Only two strokes finished him off. He groaned and thrust up his hips. Instantly a shower of cum shot out of his dick, coating him and the coach with a thick layer of rabbit jizz. Nate sighed with relief and tweaked a nipple. He needed to start cleaning up now.
Xxxxx
After three days, Ben was still in a slight coma. After the janitor found him, he immediately called 911. At first it was difficult finding the culprits, until one of the girlfriends of the jocks overheard him and his buddy bragging how he put that faggot bunny in the hospital. Ben parents pressed charges on all Ben's tormentors, most of which ended up in juvenile hall. Of course, Nate was named the top tormentor, and his parents were informed of some of the horrible things their son had done the past couple years. They had decided to send Nate to the toughest military training school in the country. They had offered to give him one chance to make things right. Under the strict supervision of an extremely muscled male nurse, he was allowed to visit Ben and make amends. He wrote a letter of apology to Ben and asked the bear if he could please deliver it when Ben woke up. The bear agreed and led him out of the room, into his bleak looking future.
xxx
Ben woke up two days after Nate's visit. He held Nate's letter carefully in his bandaged hands. The doctor had told him that although he would recover, his fingers would never regain their former dexterity. He would never be able to play an instrument again. With tears in his eyes, he carefully opened the letter.
Dear Ben,
I'm sorry. I know that I can never undo what I've done to you, but I'm only can hope that you will forgive me one day. I never realized why I picked on you, until now. I'm in love with you, and it took me until now to figure it out. I loved you the first time I saw you on the steps of the school. I will probably never see you again, so you don't need to worry anymore. I hope to see you again someday, when I'm a better man. Hopefully Nate Rabbit will just be a distant bad memory.
Love, love, love Nate
Ben closed the letter angrily. Why did this have to happen?! He finally found someone who loved him and now he would never see him again. After crying for half an hour, he decided to look at some collage brochures. His heart may be broken, but he still had his dreams.
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4 years ago:
Ben had just got out of his music theory class at Furryville University. His professor had droned on and on about Bach's composition, and he just wanted to get to his dorm room and fall asleep. When he arrived at his room, he saw cardboard boxes strewn about. He probably got a new roommate. The guy walked out of the bathroom and gasped. It was Nate! His shiny raven hair had been cut into a buzz cut, and he had put on even more mass, but it was definitely Nate! "Ben..."Nate breathed. "I'm sorry. I didn't know. If you want I can change rooms.." he couldn't utter another word, as Ben had launched himself on top of Nate. Ben was desperately clawing at Nate's clothes, yearning to touch him.
"Hehe, I missed you too." Nate chuckled. "So you don't hate me?" "'Course not. I love you too! I've been waiting to tell you that for over two years! Now FUCK ME!!" "Happy to oblige." Nate stood up and took off his pants. As Nate took off his shirt, Ben ran his hands through the fur on his stomach. Nate's body was even more defined than before. Muscles bulged and relaxed with every intake of breath.
"I'm feeling kinda exposed, being the only one nearly naked." Nate said. "Well, let's fix that." Ben smirked. He stood up stripped. Since high school, he had slimmed down his figure into a very sexy runner's body, his muscles tight and defined. He turned around and exposed his pride and joy. The ass he used to despise now turned heads. It was just as big as before, but now it had become higher and more defined, the perfect bubble butt. Nate stared at the juicy ass, more aroused now than ever before in his life. Ben glanced at Nate over his shoulder, his ears drooping sexily into his eyes.
"Aren't you going to sample the goods, or are you just window shopping?" he asked coyly. "Teasing bitch!" Nate growled as he ripped the flimsy silk of his boxers from his body. Instantly, his mondo cock sprung upward and wetly slapped him in the chest. Pre spewed from the cock like a river, dampening the fluffy fur of Nate's stomach.
Nate grabbed Ben and pulled him into a tight embrace. He kept Ben's body facing forward, as they shared a passionate kiss over his shoulder. After a few minutes of the tongue fest, Ben panted out, "Please, it's been so long. I need you. NOW!" Nate needed no encouragement. He pulled Ben over to his bed, and had him stand, hands down on the bed with his ass up, his cute furry stub of a tail reaching for the sky. Nate kneeled on the floor, his dick dripping on his knees. He began tonguing Ben's rosebud, making Ben squeal with pleasure. Then the noise stopped. Nate looked up in alarm. Why did it stop?! Then he saw that Ben had stuffed a fist in his mouth. "Why are you doing that?! I love the noise you make. Don't stop." He yanked the fist out of Ben's mouth. Then he bent his knees slightly and rammed his dick up Ben's bunnyhole. Ben lurched forward and gasped. He suddenly felt so full.
"Stop. I don't want to make that sound. It's so embarrassing." Ben moaned as Nate thrust forward. Nate gave one more deep lunge, and Ben let out a very high pitched SQUEAK! "Oh, that was wonderful baby. Can you do it again? Can you? Please?" Nate begged. He punctuated each question with a powerful thrust. Each of his motions was reciprocated with a loud squeak from Ben. Finally, they both reached their peak.
At the final moment, Nate grabbed Ben's chin, turned his around and kissed him. They both gushed torrents of cum out of their dicks onto the bedspread, moaning into each other's mouths. Afterwards, they lay spent in each other's arms exhausted and happy. In the office of admissions, a hugely muscled bear smiled as he gazed into a crystal.
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5 minutes ago.
Ben raised his conductor's wand to direct the woodwind section to play more softly. A raccoon girl whispered excitedly to her gal pal next to her. "GOD, he is so HOT!" "I know, did you see his ASS?!" her lizard friend said. "And I LOVE his eyes." A marmoset student walked into the music room of Furryville High. "You got a note from Mr. Rabbit sir."
"Oh, really?" Ben said with pretend disinterest. He glanced quickly at the note and smiled. "Be back in a few kids. Coach Rabbit needs something real quick. Just keep practicing your finger exercises." He quickly walked out the door to the teacher's lounge.
Sitting in a padded chair with his legs propped up on the table was the sexiest rabbit in the world. He pushed the baseball cap out of his eyes and grinned. He stood up and stretched, the muscles under his shirt threatening to rip his shirt. "Hey, babe. Care for a quicky?" Nate asked with a grin. "You know it stud." Ben answered, locking the door.
1 minute ago.
Mr. Tiger was talking to the janitor, Mr. Bear outside the locked door of the teacher's lounge. "What's the problem Jerry?" Mr. Tiger asked. The big hunky bear grinned. "Got a problem with the plumbing. Keeps making a weird noise. Don't know why."
Inside the lounge, the muscular coach was pounding the hell out of the music teacher's ass while he made a squeaking sound reminiscent of a possessed dog toy. The panting studs were blissfully unaware of the danger they were in as they expressed their love in the most beautiful way possible.
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Apparition
The large wolf dashed into the front door of the apartment, sliding across the hardwood floor. The door slammed shut behind him, the wall vibrating from the force. He dashed into the living room, taking a quick. The wolf lost his balance, slamming into a large desk. The phone fell on his head and he muttered a curse, "Shit!" He rubbed his head and began regaining his bearings. He snatched the phone up and punched numbers in at a rapid rate of speed. His fingers blurred on the last few numbers, his form shaking with apprehension. The phone purred out mixed dial tones as he listened in great intensity. He rocked and bounced back in forth, biting on his claws. A tenor voice picked up the phone, "Moshi Moshi,"
He launched into hasty speech, all of his anticipation pouring out at once, "What the hell Miatsu Kun?! You where supposed to be online an hour ago. I've just been killing level 20 monsters on my own waiting for you ya know!"
Miatsu chuckled dryly, "Ha ha ha, I'm sorry Toruko. Tsuyo kun hasn't shown up yet and I'm getting kind of worried,"
Toruko rubbed his temples in frustration, "Look, Just get your ass in there as soon as possible."
Miatsu sat quiet for a while and asked, "Maybe you should take a break, you know...for a couple days."
Toruko nodded his head, "I can't believe you just said that Miatsu. You know as long as Aokouen is in there, I will never EVER give up...you got that?"
Miatsu was silent for a while, and then his tenor voice cut through the line, "I know, I'm sorry."
Toruko sighed, "Its fine. Just make sure you come in this time, I'm tired of being the only one in the Guild home."
The wolf on the other end answers, "Alright, I will... promise."
Toruko pushed the off button and put the phone back on the charger. He walked out of the living room and into a narrow hallway. He felt his bare paws slap across the cold hardwood floor. He made it to the end and pushed a small door open. The scent of blueberries was the first thing that caught his senses. His legs became lead as he walked into the room, his face lined in pain. He walked up to the large bunk bed and fell to his knees.
The bottom bunk was void of anything except a crease in the center of a pillow lying at the end of the bed. His own top bunk had been cluttered with hundreds of papers, books, and other useless trash. But Aokouen's bunk was always clean; it was always void of any error or flaw.
He bent down and smelled the comforter, then proceeded to bury his face in it. He wailed into the comforter, sobbing uncontrollably. He thumped his fist into the side of the bed in anger and contempt, but then stopped. He felt only pure fury set in; he raised his head and set his fiery eyes on the far desk. He walked up to the desk and stared at it, on its surface rested two headsets and two controllers.
He bent down and hesitated; he reached over and grabbed the one initialed A.K. He decided if he was going to find Aokouen, It would be with his headset alone. He snatched up the controller and flicked it on. The headset fit snuggly on his head, making it easier to keep on his face. He chuckled to himself when he remembered Aokouen and him fighting over who should get which headset. Now he was using Aokouen's. He flipped the headset on and it flashed white, slowly filling with color.
An automated voice flowed out of the headset, "Welcome to THE WORLD R:X"
He smiled lightly and signed in as his usual character, Toruko. He clicked submit and the screen flashed again, "Thank you and enjoy your stay in THE WORLD,"
He saw colors rapidly change, hues begin to grow and multiply in size. Everything around him spun and zigzagged left and right, then suddenly...everything stopped. He stared into the open air, unsure of his first move. The capital was bustling as usual, people chatting with friends, players trading in the market, even younger children ran by holding the strangest of rare items. He loved how the world could change its rating from E to M depending on the filter put in any individual headset. Children usually got the Safety headset, which allowed them to get the full experience of the game, without swearing or blood and gore. A teenager's headset allowed them to get mild swearing and some gore, but an adult headset always has a gore and intense language setting. This made THE WORLD accessible to anyone of any age. He saw adults, children, even seniors playing THE WORLD.
He walked past other players, hands jammed in his pockets. He scanned the town square eyeing people as they past by. He stopped suddenly at the site of a young Dual Edge sitting on a nearby bench. He reminded him of Aokouen so much, the Devil May Care look on his face, his nonchalant slouch. His whole demeanor screamed Aokouen, but this man was not Aokouen. He was taller and bulkier, he was muscular yet slightly chubby, but most of all, he was a bear. Toruko walked over to him and took a carefree pose, "So, you're the one who sent in the guild request aren't you?"
The bear looked up, scanning the White Adept Rogue up and down, "Yeah, why?"
He smiled wickedly, "Well, I'm the guild leader. I'm responsible for handling any requests that come in and out."
The Bear began to chuckle, "Ha ha ha. You're the guild leader? You?! Your only level 23!"
The wolf chuckled slightly with him, and then slammed a foot into his chest, "You listen to me smartass, its not always about the level. It takes real talent to do what I can and let me tell you. I've Pk'ed guys twice your level." He got closer to the bear and whispered in his ear, "So don't fuck with me...got it?"
The bear only stared wide eyed. He nodded lightly, his body in real life shaking slightly.
Toruko took his foot off the bear's chest and smiled, "I don't think you can join...not yet anyway."
The bear stuttered, "W-w-Why the hell not?!"
Toruko chuckled darkly, "Because... You're pathetic," Toruko stalked away, waving a slight farewell, "Ciao,"
The bear started to steep in his growing fury. He picked himself up and walked hastily to the chaos gate, "Pathetic am I, little fucker. I'm gonna show him whose pathetic!"
He got up to the Chaos gate and thought for a moment, "Think I'll go try out the new field," he mutters slightly, his bass voice coming out gruff, " *?* Gatling armored Homefront,"
The chaos gate rattled and spun, gold rings passing over his able frame. The scene changed much more rapidly then logging on did, it just flashed from one area to the next. He stared out into the open field. He could see broken down war machines and futuristic devices scattered across the ground. Turrets littered trenches and towers lined the horizons, along with a large snow covered stone wall. He jumped down from the chaos gate, landing by a tree and scanning the battlefield.
The young Adept rogue raised his Twin blades up, scanning the open field. A large mech like creature cut its way through a steel wall, charging towards the wolf with incredible speed. He stared at the level thirty monster and cackled, "Bring it!"
The monster leapt into the air, coming down on the Adept rogue. He flipped to the side, dodging the blow, causing the Monsters blade to become buried in the ground. The Adept Rogue dashed forward, cartwheeling across the ground. He had turned himself into a spinning deathwheel. He slammed into the monster, cutting of one of his legs. It stumbled, crashing to the ground.
Even though the Adept Rogue was nowhere near the level required to kill it, he had successfully outsmarted and crippled it. He reached behind his back and pulled out a long Katana, he walked up to the monster and began slashing at it while it was down. It thrashed about, screaming in agony. He continued to slash wildly, draining its health a little at a time. Once it reached desired half heath, the Adept Rogue pulled a bomb out of his pocket. He laid it next to the monster and dashed out. The mech began to thrash about, trying to get into a standing position.
Intead that only made it worse, the monster hit the motion sensor and was blown to bits. The explosion caused the ground to shake and tremble, smoke rising high into the air. A fiery plume could be seen from the bear, standing no more then a few yards away. He couldn't believe what he just saw, a level 15 Adept Rogue take down a level 30 monster. The Adept Rogue stared at the bear from a distance and then dashed at him.
He felt fear well up inside his chest, he was certain this guy was gonna PK his ass. He pulled out his Dual blades and stood at the ready, but an unearthly howl caught his ears. He turned his head and noted that a whole pack of iron clad dogs where rushing towards him at a ridiculous rate of speed. They where running on all fours, growling and snarling ferally. The Adept rogue crashed into the bear, knocking him onto the ground. He raised his left arm and yelled, "DATA DRAIN!" A small stream of light came screaming out of his open palm, it enveloped the dogs, turning them into useless data. He watched the golden orb in the distance grow; enveloping everything it came into contact with. Once it had dissipated, a large crater was created in the ground
Suddenly, the ground started vibrating, and the horizon became dotted with more dogs and Mechs. The White Adept rogue became angry, "The fuck with this, lets get the hell out of here!" He helps the bear up and they dash towards the chaos gate.
The bear looks at the Adept Rogue and asks, "Have we met before?!"
The Adept Rogue huffs, as if getting tired, "Not sure I have!"
The Dogs ran forward, nipping at the bear's heels. The bear begins to panic, "Ah Shit! We're so fucking screwed!"
The Adept Rogue huffs more, but He's still slightly faster then the Dual edge, "C'mon man, speed it up a little!"
The Dual Edge complains, "I'm trying!!"
The Dogs Continue to nip at his heels, arduously making their way forward. The bear yells out, "This is fucking stupid!"
The Chaos gate comes into view and the Adept rogue grabs the bear's hand, leaping into the air. The Adept Rogue touches the gate and yells, "Aqua Capital Mac Anu!" the area changes, turning back into the beautiful spacious town. The Adept Rogue falls on the ground, his body covered in sweat. He gasps for air, his body trembling.
The bear stares at him and asks, "Are you really sweating?"
The Adept Rogue lies, "It's an expansion pack,"
The bear crosses his arms, sitting on the stone ground, "I see," he looked down at the Adept Rogue and realized where he had seen him before, "Hey, I know who you are, I saw you walking around here earlier. You where the prick who wouldn't let me join your guild!"
The Adept Rogue sat up, his eyes filled with surprise, "There was a guy walking around here who looked like me?!"
The Dual Edge was taken aback, "Uhhh...yeah, I thought it was you?"
The wolf's surprised look died down to a smoldered distemper. He eyed the ground in contempt, "Well he's not me that's for sure."
The bear looked at the Adept Rogue and put out a friendly paw, "'Names Zeke, you?"
The Wolf grinned widely, shaking his paw, "My name is Yugure,"
The bear looked at him, face lined in confusion, "So, do you live in Japan?"
Yugure looks at him and sits up, looking down at the ground, "...Somewhat,"
Zeke looks at him with sad eyes, "How 'bout I add you to my friends list?"
Yugure looks at him from the corner of his eye, "I'd like that,"
The bear smiled widely, "No problem,"
They exchanged information and sat quietly for a moment. He sighed and asked the bear a question, "Can you do me a favor?"
Zeke looked at the wolf with a small smile, "Sure, what is it?"
The Adept rogue looked at the Dual Edge with sad eyes. He pulled a small cross pendant from his pocket and gave it to the bear, "Could you give this to the man who looks like me? I'd much appreciate it,"
The Bear took the pendant and put it in his pocket, "Sure, but I have no idea where to begin looking."
Yugure chuckled, "Ha ha ha... That's no problem, I've got the guild location and the password,"
Zeke frowned, "Isn't that, against the rules or somthin'?"
Yugure pleaded, "Please, give this to him. I'm begging you,"
The Dual Edge muttered, "Alright alright, I'll do it," He looked at the wolf with a small blush on his face.
Yugure didn't notice, he got up and smiled, "Well, I'm off. I'll send you a pm with the information."
Zeke gave a peace sign, "Sounds cool, see ya,"
The White Adept Rogue went back to the Chaos gate and muttered another code. He was whisked away immediately, leaving the bear with a sense of longing. Not to much long later he got a pm from him, it had the guild information directly on it. He smiled, got up and wiped the rubble and dust off his characters clothes. Zeke read the pm carefully and stalked off, paws in his pockets.
A large muscular raccoon falls into a nearby chair, raking his fingers through his fur. He sighs and asks, "Why did you call us in here again, Toruko san?"
Toruko turned around, his face grave, "There's been some talk on the forums about a White Adept Rogue wandering forbidden and closed areas. He's even said to transport without a chaos gate."
A large Tiger stalks left and right, his tail thrashing about, "Big deal, it could be some sort of AI or an event of some sort,"
Toruko snaps, his words coming out with white hot intensity, "Maybe that is the case, Yuki. But its strange when this Adept Rogue resembles me is it not?!"
Yuki stops dead, Amaterasu leans forward, and Miatsu comes out from the back room, "Really, they've spotted Yugure kun?!!"
Yuki still denies this, "It could be anything, lets not jump to conclusions now."
Amaterasu speaks up, his coon voice growling with contempt, "Funny Yuki san. I remember how sure you where last time. When Yugure san was deleted! You said he just logged of, said he was probably taking a shower! You have no right to even be here, you don't even care about Yugure san!!"
Miatsu raised his voice, "Amaterasu, enough!"
The raccoon went silent, leaving the room with an empty feeling. Toruko spoke up again, "While unnecessary that was amaterasu, he has a point Yuki. Even if stated on a forum, you should never doubt what you read, especially if it's an online game."
The Admin bowed his head, scanning the ground. He muttered a soft apology, "I'm sorry,"
Miatsu spoke up, his voice demanding, "Are these sightings locations posted?"
Toruko nodded his head, "Unfortunately, they're not. The forums haven't had any updates on these apparitions."
Miatsu looks at Yuki and asks, "Well, what about CCcorp, have they got anything new on the condition of the body?"
Yuki looks at Miatsu sadly, but says nothing. Miatsu punches the wall and screams, "CCcorps isn't doing jack shit!!"
Amaterasu begins to tear up slightly in real life, the conversation becoming harder and harder for him to bear.
Miatsu ran back into the back room, slamming the door behind him. Toruko sighed, "Lets finish the conversation later. For now, no one leaves this Guild, do I make myself clear?"
Amaterasu goes into the back room as well, Yuki answers, "Yes sir, will do sir."
Amaterasu walks to Miatsu's shaking form and sits next to him. He looks into the Black Adept Rogues frightened eyes and asks, "Do you think Yugure san is okay?"
The Adept Rogue looks at his best friend and collapses into his chest, sobbing in real life. "I don't know Tsuyo kun, Its like...There's nothing I can do."
Amaterasu hugs him close, in real life and in game. He strokes the wolf's ears and smiles, "Hey, remember when that girl kept hitting on you in gym class?"
Miatsu looked up at the raccoon and chuckled, "Ha ha ha, wasn't that rare? Girls never hit on me."
Tsuyo commented further, "Why not, you're not bad looking at all,"
Miatsu sat up, "R-Really? S, so, what do you like about me then?"
Amaterasu didn't mean to unleash his feelings so suddenly, but they came forth like a flooded river, "Well, your dark blue eyes are amazing, you got the coolest smile, you can talk to anyone so easily without even trying, you're the best at baseball, you've got the coolest looking fur, and on top of that your martial arts skills are top notch. Even as a noob in THE WORLD you where still excellent at dodging and evading."
Miatsu flushed red, "You think that much of me?"
Tsuyo looked down at the wolf's blushing form and his face burned. He unintentionally made his darkest desire slip. Miatsu came close to the raccoon's muzzle, lips trembling in apprehension. Tsuyo just stared in shock, his body frozen. The wolf pressed his lips firmly to the raccoons, his tongue gently slipping inside his muzzle. Tsuyo felt it in real life, as well as saw it in game. The weight of his body, the scent of his fur, all of it was intoxicating.
Miatsu broke the kiss and blushed wildly. A big goofy grin broke over his face, "He he...That was amazing,"
Amaterasu smiled, hiding his aroused expression, "Uh, Y-yeah it was."
Miatsu lay down in the raccoons lap and drifted into a gentle sleep. Tsuyo began to stroke his back carefully, his hand rubbing warmth into him.
Zeke walked forward, the dark alley becoming more unappealing with every step he took. He made his way toward the chalk drawing in the ground and stared at it. It pointed towards a dead end, but he knew better. He walked over to the brick wall and muttered the password "Silent lord sleeping lion," The wall did nothing, so he did as Yugure instructed. He walked into the wall, the surface slipping past him. His eyes Widened as he saw a grand spiral staircase and marble columns. He walked forward, enamored by the architecture. He went up the spiral staircase slowly, taking in his surroundings. The blinding white, gold and the stunning black ran up thee course of the walls, making them appear eerily closer then they actually where.
He made it to the top of the stairs and chose the door to the far left. He swung it open with an audible thrust, "Hello?"
Toruko's ears perked up. He turned around, shocked expression on his face, "H, How did you get in here?!"
Yuki noticed the player and pulled on his left arm; as if to data drain him. The Dual Edge Flinched, "Wait, I was told to give you something!"
Toruko yelled accusingly, "So you broke into my guild to give it to me?!"
Miatsu and Amaterasu came running out of the back room, Miatsu hollered, "What the hell is going on in here?!"
Zeke frowned, tossing his hands up into the air, "Well isn't this great, I've got the whole guild on my ass!"
Yuki snarled, "Well what did you expect, a welcoming party?"
Amaterasu waved, "Hello" he put on a happy smile.
Miatsu remained expressionless, but not hostile.
Zeke sighed, "Look, do you want it or not?!"
Toruko snarled, his face registering contempt and severity, "If it can wait until we're done in here, then no I don't!"
Zeke turned around, looking back with a grimace on his face, "You guys are supposed to be Yugure's friends? All I see is a bunch of assholes,"
Toruko froze, "Yu-Yugure?"
Yuki became angry, "How the hell do you know yugure?!
Amaterasu was a little slow, still on the insult, "Hey, I was nice! Oh wait, did you say yugure?"
Miatsu begged, "You have something from Yugure kun?! Can I see it, please?!"
Zeke froze, his eyes still holding contempt, "I don't know. I think you've done enough as it is. You can all wait until tomorrow,"
Yuki hollered, "Give it to us, now!!"
Amaterasu punched Yuki in the face, "Shut up asshole!"
Toruko panicked, "No wait, please!!"
Miatsu walked forward, eyes weighed down with sadness. He looked at the bear and whimpered, "Please...please give it to us...please."
Zeke looked around, his heart became heavy with this young wolf's sorrow. He reached inside his pocket and held it out, "Fine...but I'm giving it to you, Since your leader there is so keen on treating me like shit."
Miatsu saw a small cross pendant fall into his paws. His eyes filled with tears in real life. He fell on his knees, rocking back and forth with the cross pendant held close to his face, "Thank you...Thank you so much."
Toruko walked forward, eyeing the bear accusingly, "Where did you get that pendant?"
Zeke turned his head away, eyes contrite, "No way in hell I'm telling you jack shit!"
Miatsu was still holding the cross close to himself, sobbing bitterly. Amaterasu walked over to Zeke and smiled, "Please tell me."
Zeke noted that he was the only other non-asshole in the guild. He smiled lightly, "Yugure gave it to me himself...Mind telling me what the big deal is?"
Toruko's eyes widened, "He gave it to you?! Himself?!"
The bear looked slightly unnerved now, "Uhm, yeah. He told me where you gouys where, the guild password, the immunity charm...everything. He wanted me to give this to you personally, but I didn't think you deserved it."
Toruko's voice raised, higher and more desperate, "Can you tell us where he is?!"
Zeke turned around, "I don't, and even if I did, I wouldn't tell you. You've done enough,"
Toruko dashed forward, "Wait!"
Zeke turned around, his eyes filled with contempt, "What!"
Toruko stopped dead, then bowed his head in shame, "I...I'm sorry, I'm so sorry,"
Zeke took another look at everyone's faces, Yuki had to hide his, turning his back so no one would see. He sighed and smiled, "Na, its cool... But I would like to know what the big deal is about Yugure,"
Toruko looked up, surprised expression on his face. He glanced over to Yuki and asked, "Yuki, do you think its okay to tell him about-,"
Yuki flipped, his answer contrite, "No, he's not authorized by CCcorps!"
Toruko growled, "Yuki, Yugure trusts him!!"
Yuki held his pride down, putting his friends over his job for the first time. He frowned, blushing slightly, "Alright, tell him."
Toruko looked at the bear and launched into hasty speech, "Three months ago, Yugure got into a bad accident."
Zeke looked confused, "Accident?"
Yuki took over, "Yugure is part of a special case called the Twilight effect. It's a select few who succumb to a cryogenic like sleep while playing THE WORLD,"
Zeke looked confused still, "Cryo what?"
Toruko clarified things, "Yugure is in a coma. He's staying at a hospital owned by CCcorps,"
Zeke was now completely unmovable, He stuttered, "T-then-then how i-i-is he still playing?"
Toruko looks grave, his face lined in pain, "I don't know...that's what we're trying to find out. CCcorps is allowing us to investigate this, giving us funds and supplies...After all, Yugure isn't the only one in a coma. Countless hundreds are resting in CCcorp's hospitals, conscious's trapped inside the game."
Zeke looked pale now, "So, Is that why you didn't let me join before?"
Toruko looked pale as well, "Yes, that's the exact reason,"
The bear got defensive, "Your doing the opposite of what you really should do! You're supposed to find more members to strengthen your cause! "
The bear walks over to the wolf and stretches out his paw, slightly cuffed. Toruko eyes this paw in his face, but does the same. He cups his paw together with his and answers, "You're right,"
Amaterasu came over, patting the bear on the shoulder, "Welcome to the guild err...Zeke," he said, reading the bears information. Miatsu was done crying, however, he wrapped his arms around the bears wide neck, holding him close, "He he. Cool, a new face,"
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*Author's note:
I expect this to be a longer piece – maybe six or seven chapters. All characters are fictional adults. Your feedback is welcome and gratefully accepted. Thank you for reading.*
Mac paced the tiny, one-room apartment. The rubber soles of his wet sneakers squealed against the faded linoleum floor in the kitchenette and left soggy tracks on the thin carpet of the bedroom area. The heavy rain had soaked his jeans and t-shirt clear through; they clung to him like a clammy second skin. He barely noticed the chill through the pain of a crushing headache.
He stopped briefly next to the window and pulled the stained curtains aside just enough to peer down at the street three stories below.
No cops. Not yet, anyway.
He resumed his pacing. His skull felt like it was splitting down the centre and he pressed his thumbs into his temples. He had to think. He just needed a few minutes to figure it all out.
He passed the couch. The girl. She was shivering violently. Sobbing. Rainwater plastered her long, black hair and a thin white shift against her skin. Scrapes on her knees and elbows left traces of blood on the linen. She lay curled on her side, eyes closed, whimpering.
"Shh. Be quiet, it's okay," he said, trying to sound soothing and realizing how insane that was. She had every reason to be terrified. Her crying continued unabated.
He crossed to the door of the apartment, checked that the lock was set, the deadbolt secured. Now what to do? Find a weapon, maybe? He hurried back to the window and peeked past the curtain. Still no cops. Rain coming down in sheets.
The pain in his head caused a brief wave of nausea to break over him. He found the plastic pill bottle on the floor and ripped off the cap. Still empty. How had he gone through a hundred Tylenol in just two weeks? He considered making another run to the drugstore but it was past curfew; he didn't want to fuck up his parole. Not after seven years inside. He looked back at the girl and realized his problems were likely bigger than breach of parole.
He staggered back to the girl, dropped to his knees in front of the couch.
"There's blood...are you hurt?" he asked. When she didn't answer he grabbed her right wrist and tried to peel her arm away from her ribcage, doing his best to ignore the way the wet cotton was see-through in places. He was just checking her for injury, after all. Nothing indictable. Her wrist was bone-thin and felt fragile in his hand. He noticed then that his knuckles were cut, throbbing and weeping blood.
She squeaked and pulled her arm back against her chest, curled tighter into a defensive ball, eyes squeezed shut.
"Don't hurt me, please! Just...just let me go. Please." her voice was a teary whisper soaked in desperation.
Let her go? No, no chance of that. Not until he could explain, make her see that this was all just a huge fuck-up. Nothing criminal. Nothing the cops needed to know about, that's for damn sure. He'd find a way to make her understand.
But first, he needed to remember. He started pacing again and tried to fight through the raging agony in his head. Tried to piece things together.
He'd made instant soup and white toast for dinner. Planned for an early night so he could start his job search at the break of dawn the next morning. Got another headache but found he had no pills left. The pain was bad enough that he'd run for the drugstore just at the edge of curfew. He remembered leaving his apartment just as the sky started to dump rain. Then...
Then...
Then nothing. Just a blank space where his memory should be. And then he'd found himself climbing the stairs to his apartment with a semi-conscious young woman slung over his shoulder.
He squeezed his head with his hands. The pressure dulled the pain just a little. Too little. It hurt to think. He swore and kicked a rickety kitchen chair, launching it across the room where it bashed a dinner plate-sized hole in the thin plaster wall. It felt good to hit something. Really good. He turned back to the girl.
"Look, let's go to bed...try to figure this out in the morning," he said, not sure if he was speaking to her or just thinking out loud.
"No...please...I won't tell. Just let me go."
He watched her shiver for a moment, wondering if terror or wet clothes were more responsible. He squeezed his head tighter. What would it take for this shitty evening to be over at last?
"Take that off. I'll get you dry clothes," he said, turning to his battered particle-board dresser.
"No! Please don't..."
"Take it off!" He roared, more forcefully than he intended.
Why was she making this difficult? Change into dry clothes, then sleep. Somehow this would all make sense in the morning. The pain made him want to puke.
She slowly peeled off the sopping shift. Her eyes were wide now, staring past him like he wasn't there. He threw a t-shirt and some track pants onto the couch next to her, then turned away. The sight of a young woman undressing held no allure for him when his pain was so overwhelming.
He walked to the tiny bathroom and ransacked it, looking for any Tylenol he might have forgotten he had. None.
He stripped off his sneakers, socks, shirt and jeans. His briefs were damp from the rain but he decided to leave them on. Didn't want to be totally naked if the cops burst into the apartment and found him with a girl who didn't want to be there. They wouldn't even need a warrant; it was one of the conditions of his parole.
Stepping back into the main room, his eyes were drawn to the naked young woman cringing in front of the couch trying to hide herself behind her skinny arms. The wet shift sat in a lump at her feet. Her terrified eyes stared at the wall just to the left of him. For several moments they both stood in silence.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"You said...dry clothes..."
They stared at each other for another few seconds. Was she an idiot?
"Right there!" He gestured to the couch. She continued to stare in his direction. He was almost at his limit. He clenched his fists. Tried to remember his anger management. Breathe. Count.
She looked at him uncomprehending for a moment longer, then crouched, uncovered her small breasts and began to tentatively run her hand over the floor to the front and sides of her.
She was blind?
He took a deep breath and pressed his palms into his eyeballs. He didn't care. He just wanted to be unconscious. He'd deal with it – somehow – in the morning.
"On the couch. To your left," he said.
When he took his hands away from his eyes a minute later she was dressed. He walked up to her and grabbed her arm firmly just under her shoulder. She was so thin that his hand almost fully encircled her upper arm. She tried to pull back but he was having none of it and was much stronger than she was. He roughly guided her to the edge of his single bed until her knees bumped the mattress, then pulled the sheet and comforter down.
"Lie down."
"I...don't want..."
"Don't say another goddamn word. Just lie down and close your eyes." His voice was a harsh whisper. The agony between his temples was too intense. If he didn't sleep soon he'd have to put his fist through something. Or someone.
He watched as she lowered herself onto the mattress and curled into a tight ball, then he flipped the blankets over her.
Trudging back to the couch, he paused to kick her soggy, balled-up shift off the carpet and onto the ugly linoleum of the kitchenette, then he thew himself down onto the couch. He didn't care that it was damp. He didn't care that it was rough against his skin, or that it smelled musty. He didn't even care that it was a half a foot too short for a man of his height. He closed his eyes and breathed and counted and focused on unclenching his jaw. It didn't happen fast, but eventually he found sleep.
The sound of breaking glass brought him suddenly awake. He was on his feet even before he'd found his bearings. Sunlight tried to force its way through two large, dirty windows. The pain in his head had dulled but not vanished; it still throbbed in his temples. Not much of a reprieve but he welcomed it nonetheless.
The young woman was on her feet too, near the kitchenette, rooted to the spot with a terrified look on her face. Fragments of a broken drinking glass, knocked off the counter, lay scattered at her bare feet. His track pants and t-shirt looked almost comically over-sized on her tiny frame.
He sighed. A new day had arrived. Now to see if he could endure it.
"Don't move," he said, his voice gravelly.
"I'm sorry. I just need to use the bathroom. I can clean it up," she said, dropping into a crouch.
"Don't move!" he said, now with more annoyance. She froze. Jesus, nothing was ever easy.
He pulled on some old jeans and a white undershirt and then approached her, careful not to put his bare feet down on broken glass. In one easy motion he lifted her into his arms, then carefully stepped to the bathroom door. She weighed next to nothing and the warmth of her thin body in his arms felt good. Human contact in prison had been rare and unwelcome. He kicked last night's wet clothes out of the way before setting her on her feet again.
"Toilet's on your right. There's a shower if you want. Dry towel on the wall rack," he said, then pulled the door shut as he left.
As he carefully swept the linoleum and carpet for glass shards, Mac tried to figure out what he was going to do with the girl. She was blind. She couldn't identify him. Maybe he could walk her down to a coffee shop and just leave her there. It wasn't like he had hurt her or anything – not that he remembered, anyway. No reason for her to involve the cops. He'd only abducted her, refused to let her leave, then made her take her clothes off in front of him.
Fuck. His parole officer wouldn't be amused.
He decided to make breakfast for his unwilling guest. Instant coffee, canned soup and some toast with margarine. Sit her down. Explain things. She seemed a reasonable type – she wasn't screaming or hysterical. And he had a little money he'd earned in prison. Not lots, but maybe enough to smooth things over. It could work.
He heard the shower running. That had to be a good sign. If she was really freaked out she wouldn't be having a shower, he reasoned. A hot shower and a hot breakfast would have her seeing things his way. So to speak.
By the time her shower ended he'd boiled the kettle and had vegetable soup simmering on the stove. He pushed the bread down into the toaster. It was buttered and sliced when the bathroom door opened. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to force himself into the role of a nice guy. He wished his head would stop aching for a damn second so he could focus.
He stepped up to her and grabbed her elbow gently. She flinched at he contact but didn't try to pull away. "Come and sit down. What do you take in your coffee?" He tried to make his voice soft and non-threatening.
He steered her to the tiny table near the kitchenette and got her seated.
"Sugar," she said in a quiet voice. Her expression was guarded, her eyes followed his sounds as he moved through the room. She seemed tense and nervous but no longer terrified, probably figuring that if he intended to do something horrible to her, he'd have done it already.
He stirred the sugar into her coffee, pushed the mug into her hand, slid the toast in front of her and invited her to eat. He felt relieved when she took a bite of toast. All according to plan so far. She finished one slice and then another, alternating bites with sips of coffee. She seemed hungry.
Her damp, black hair fell over her shoulders in loose curls. A tan complexion suggested Hispanic or Latino roots. In her early twenties, maybe. She had pretty, dark eyes, although he could see in them a weariness that suggested life hadn't been easy on her. Her body was well-proportioned but too thin; she looked fragile and undernourished.
"There's soup too," he said, "And if you want more toast just say so."
She nodded, then was silent for a few more mouthfuls.
"What's your name?" she said at last.
"My name?" He trailed off as he weighed his options. If she knew his name she could identify him. Should he refuse? Give a fake name? Change the subject?
"You don't have to say if you don't want," she said.
He sighed.
"Call me Mac," he said, figuring it was a good blend of truth and evasiveness.
"I'm Nadja."
"Nice to meet you."
She just nodded and didn't say another word as he pushed the soup in front of her and pressed a spoon into her hand. She took her time with the soup, seemingly lost in thought. He rinsed her plate and coffee mug, then poured himself black coffee and downed it in hasty, bitter mouthfuls. He tried to think of something to say to break the awkward silence but couldn't figure out which direction to take the conversation. In the end he decided that silence was better than saying the wrong thing in a situation like this.
Finally she finished and left the spoon in the empty bowl.
"More?" he asked.
She shook her head. He grabbed the bowl and rinsed it. She broke the silence.
"So...what happens next?" Her tone was careful.
He hadn't figured that part out yet. His mind worked furiously, intensifying his headache.
"Well," he said slowly, "next, I let you go. I can get you a cab to take you wherever you want."
She regarded him silently. If she felt relieved, her neutral expression didn't show it.
"And...I figure maybe I could give you something to make up for the...trouble...of last night. Money, I mean. I never meant any harm. I get these headaches...they make me kind of bad-tempered sometimes."
She didn't respond, just stared in his direction. Her expression remained unreadable.
He cursed inwardly – she wasn't giving him much to go on. Should he name a figure, or wait for her to suggest a good price? If he named one she might get insulted if it was too low. But her silence suggested that she wanted him to go first. What would be a good amount? Two hundred dollars? More? Fuck!
"I want to stay," she said softly.
The request was so insane that it took a few moments for the meaning to register. Stay? With him?
"You can't stay," he said, "besides, last night you wanted to leave."
"Last night I thought you were going to kill me."
"Look, I can give you some money to get where you need to go..."
"I don't have anywhere to go," she said in a quiet voice.
Was that how she ended up outside in the pouring rain last night, dressed in a slip? Her old man threw her out? Maybe she had a bust-up with her boyfriend? But how did she end up draped over HIS shoulder at the end of it all?
"I can get you to a women's shelter. They'll get you back on your feet. Get you in touch with the police."
"I can't go to a shelter, or the police. I'm..not a citizen. They'd just deport me." Her tone was pleading, not defiant; she wasn't arguing with him.
If she couldn't go to the cops, that changed things. Gave him a better bargaining position. Maybe, somehow, he could make all this go away? It was almost too much to hope for.
"You're not staying," he said again, trying to filter the irritation out of his voice, "I'll give you some money, get you a cab. You go patch things up with your husband or whatever. It isn't my problem. I'm in way over my head as it is."
"I won't be in the way."
He took a deep breath and let it out in a long sigh, then pressed his thumbs into his temples.
"If you stay here, I'll end up hurting you bad," he said in quiet, measured tones, "not by choice. I'd never hit a woman; I'm not like that. But things build up. It gets too much and...I just can't handle it."
"I can help you."
"I just got out of prison. Seven years inside. This really isn't a good place for you."
"But...I can't see," she said, "and I have no place to go. No family, no friends. Please..."
"I'd like to help you but there's really nothing I can do other than give you some money, help you get someplace safe."
"Please! I'll do anything."
The conversation wasn't going as planned. Just one fucking thing after another! He took another deep breath and let it out slowly. He realized his fists were clenched and deliberately relaxed them. The throbbing pain was intensifying, the pressure building inside his skull.
"I'm going out for some Tylenol," he growled, "you can stay here for a few hours, get yourself together. Then I'm calling you a cab." He ignored her pleas as he slid his bare feet into wet sneakers and threw on a black hoodie. Without another word he grabbed his wallet and left.
What a fucking mess.
The cool late-autumn air felt good against his face. He walked slowly and focused on the anger management he'd learned in counseling. Breathe. Count. Relax his muscles. It didn't get rid of the pain, but it kept it from getting worse.
His first stop was the drugstore. He grabbed two giant-sized bottles of extra-strength capsules and swallowed three pills while he was waiting in the checkout line. He vowed never to run out of them again. They were a lifeline.
On the way back to the apartment he stopped at the bank machine and withdrew three-hundred dollars. Nineteen-hundred dollars were all that remained of the earnings from his job at the prison laundry. Finding a job – almost impossible given his criminal record - was becoming more urgent by the day. Not only did he need the income, but finding employment was one of the conditions of his parole.
He didn't need any distractions or complications getting in the way, and certainly didn't need another mouth to feed. Was it cruel to throw a blind girl out into the street? Yes...there was no denying that. But better that than to let her stay and make her a victim of his temper. She was safer somewhere else.
His headache had mercifully receded by the time he reached the door to his apartment. He paused and took several deep breaths. Unclenched his jaw. Relax, he whispered to himself. Relax. Stay calm, get through this. Don't let it get ugly. He turned the key in the lock and pushed the door open.
His eyes fell immediately on Nadja.
She stood waiting for him in the middle of the room. Naked. Her hands were behind her back, her feet shoulder-width apart; nothing was hidden from him. Dark eyes. Smooth skin. Small breasts with dark nipples. The faint outline of ribs visible under the skin. A flat stomach and narrow hips that framed a shaved slit. Skinny legs. Lovely.
"What..." he started but his throat closed and cut off the words. He stood rooted in place, unable to move. His heart hammered as lust – dormant seven years – surged through him. He was hard fast.
Nadja's eyes found his face and she stepped in the direction of his voice
"I don't think you understand," she said as she took a second step toward him, "I'm willing to do whatever it takes to stay. Whatever you need." She lowered herself to her knees in front of him. Her fingers quickly found and undid the button on his jeans, unzipped him. Then his pants were around his ankles and her warm hands had freed his cock from his briefs. Without preamble she slid it into her mouth.
He gasped as hot wetness enveloped him, and again when he felt her tongue stroking the underside of his shaft. The sensations overwhelmed him and he couldn't find his words. He knew what this was – she was trying to play him, trying to lead him around by his dick. It was working.
He felt powerful as she knelt naked at his feet and sucked him. She was clearly no stranger to oral sex; she used her lips and tongue expertly. His orgasm was closing fast and the idea of flooding her mouth with his cum spiked his arousal even more.
Nadja pulled back, held his cock in her hand and dipped her mouth lower. He felt her tongue on his balls, hot breath on his inner thighs. She took a long, slow lick up the length of his cock then ran her wet tongue along the underside of the head. Mac felt lightheaded; he could hear his own ragged breathing.
"Anything you want. Any time you want," she whispered, "you make the rules and I'll obey."
And then he was inside her mouth again, deep inside. He reached down, held her still-damp hair between his fingers. She responded by taking up a slow rhythm, pushing her lips all the way down the length of his shaft, then pulling back. Down, and back. A little faster each time. He could feel the pressure building, building.
His orgasm hit hard and the pleasure seemed to echo and diffuse through his body. The muscles in his abdomen clenched and spasmed as he emptied his lust into Nadja's mouth. He heard and felt her moan around his cock as she continued a gentle sucking, swallowing, keeping him inside her until he was completely spent. Finally she pressed a slow, loving kiss to the tip of his cock and gently tucked it back inside his underwear again.
Only then did he regain his powers of speech, but he couldn't find the words to evict her from his apartment.
It was a strangely vulnerable feeling to leave Nadja alone in his when he left later that day for his anger management counseling. He'd known her less than a day and had no reason to trust her alone with his possessions. He consoled himself with the fact that he didn't have a single thing worth stealing. All his clothes were second-hand, his wornut furniture had come with the apartment and he hadn't had the time or inclination to purchase a cell phone or a computer. Slim pickings for any would-be thief.
She'd been acting differently in the few hours since she'd sucked him. For one thing, she'd stopped wearing the track pants he'd given her and now wore just his t-shirt, giving him tantalizing glimpses of her bare legs and thighs and even her pussy and ass if she moved just right. This occurred too frequently to be an accident. It was a clear invitation. Nadja had gone from fearful and reserved to brazen and sexy in the time it had taken him to run to the drugstore for Tylenol. He knew it was an act; a blatant attempt to manipulate him into letting her stay. It galled him that her ploy had been so successful; he'd been pussy-whipped like a goddamn teenager. Even knowing it was an illusion, it remained a powerful one.
With his lust muted temporarily he'd done his floor routine; push-ups, sit-ups, squats and lunges. Prison had given him the time, opportunity and incentive to put on muscle and he didn't want to let it atrophy now that he was out. He planned to join a gym once he got a job. Nadja had sat cross-legged on the couch and looked on with apparent interest even though she probably couldn't see him. Then he took a quick shower and was out the door.
She'd pledged to be waiting for him when he returned.
He took anger counseling at St. Peter's Church six blocks from his apartment. The old nun who ran the session seemed so gentle and grandmotherly that Mac wondered if she'd ever been angry in her whole life. Still, he dutifully listened, took notes, and forced himself to participate in the role-playing activities with the eight men who attended the same session. He practiced how to respond if someone insulted him. How to respond if someone cut ahead of him in line. How to respond if someone was talking too loud on the bus. In each case he applied the techniques the old nun had taught. No yelling, no swearing, no kicking chairs, no punching holes in the drywall. Breathe. Count. Use his 'calming word'. Relax his muscles. Picture himself in the shoes of the other person.
If it helped him stay on top of his temper, he'd do anything. He'd tried medications but they made him feel dopey and disconnected. The counseling helped, although he found the techniques were easier to apply in the classroom than in the real world. But wasn't that true of everything? Regardless, the counseling was one of the conditions of his parole and he had no intention of going back to prison. So he breathed and counted and chanted for the full ninety minutes.
He took the long way home, hoping the exercise and cold air would help clear his head. He had to get his mind right.
He had a plan, a plan he'd worked out before leaving prison. A plan that ensured he'd never end up back inside. Keep everything simple, that was the main part. Work, sleep, do his anger therapy. Repeat. Get that stuff right, lay a foundation for a New Life. Then slowly build on that. One piece at a time.
Adding a woman to the mix right at the start wasn't smart. He cursed himself for his weakness and stupidity. Why couldn't he get out of his own way? Why did he make it so hard to keep things simple? Life was brutal enough without taking on a homeless blind girl and all of her problems in addition to his own.
He stopped by the drug store and bought more bread, eggs, coffee and canned soup. At least for the immediate future he needed to start shopping for two.
"Why were you in prison?" Nadja asked, breaking a long silence.
She'd been sitting cross-legged on the old couch as he scrambled the eggs and cut slices of cheese for dinner. Every so often she would change the position of her legs, and if he happened to be looking he'd catch a glimpse of her naked sex. He forced himself to focus on dinner – it would be just his luck to cut off his goddamn finger while trying to catch a glimpse of pussy. He wanted her...badly. But they still had to eat.
"Long story. Don't want to bore you with it," he said, hoping it would suffice.
It did, for a short while.
"Seven years?" she said, obviously unwilling to drop the subject altogether.
"It was supposed to be three."
"What happened?"
"You've heard of getting time off for good behaviour? I did the opposite of that," he said.
It had been one prison fight after another, with months and years being tacked on to his sentence for each one. The fact that he won more fights than he lost was no consolation; seven years had been taken from him.
She didn't reply, but stood and approached the kitchenette, feeling her way forward carefully until she was standing opposite the counter from him as he diced half an onion. She wore an inquisitive expression.
"What happened to your sight?" he asked, figuring if she got to ask personal questions then he could get in some of his own. Her gray-blue eyes looked normal; there didn't seem to be any injury.
"RP," she said.
"That's some kind of disease?"
She nodded.
"So it's pitch black for you?"
"I have a vague sense of brightness and darkness, but not colours or shapes," she said simply. It didn't seem to bother her to talk about it.
He grunted his understanding, then turned and scraped the diced onion into the scrambled eggs.
"Why do you get headaches?" she asked. It felt like a tennis match, each of them lobbing questions at the other. Mac found he preferred it to the silence.
"Don't know. I've had them since I was twelve or so. Four or five times per week, usually. They hurt like hell. Sometimes Tylenol helps, if I take enough of it, but most times it doesn't do much," he said.
No point telling her the rest; that the headaches had sabotaged his education, ruined his social life at high school, drove him into rages that frightened his mother so much that she hadn't even visited him in prison. Not once.
Better to leave the past in the past.
He pushed two slices of bread down in the toaster. The welcome scent of fried onion and egg filled the room. He switched off the stove element, then tuned to face Nadja.
"What happened last night?" he asked.
"You don't know?"
"I get blackouts," he said.
Her expression became nervous. Guarded.
"Smells like it's almost ready. I'll wash my hands," she said, then turned and felt her way to the bathroom, shutting the door gently behind her.
He watched her go, content to drop the subject for now but not for good. He wanted to know what had happened last night, to fill in the gap in his memory. If she was staying then he felt he should know the whole story.
Five minutes later they sat across from one other at the tiny table. She was quiet for most of the meal, and he left her to her thoughts. Whatever happened last night obviously hadn't been a lot of fun.
"If you start frying the onions before you add the egg, the onions will be softer and the flavour will be more spread around," Nadja said out of the blue. Her tone was conversational; it didn't sound critical of his cooking skills.
"Yeah? Good to know," he replied, "you're a cook, then?"
She shrugged. "I used to love cooking. It's kind of hard to do it when you can't see anything."
"When did you lose your sight?"
"It happened gradually over time. It's just in the last two years or so that it's become really bad," she said.
"There's no treatment?"
She shook her head. They ate without talking for another few minutes.
"I didn't do anything really bad, just so you know," he said, "I got into a fight in a shopping mall. Beat up a couple of mall security guards. Punched a cop. Just stupid, really,"
"You punched a cop?" She sounded surprised.
"Yeah. I mean, I don't remember doing it. I never remember when I'm really angry like that. But they had security cameras and...there I was."
"So you just black out?"
"Yup. Can't remember anything afterward. Like last night. I went out for some pills, next thing I know I'm carrying you up the stairs instead of the pills." He gave a humourless laugh. "Keeps life interesting, anyway."
He hoped she'd take the bait and open up about the night before, but she lapsed into silence again.
They both finished their toast and scrambled eggs and he gathered the plates and cutlery and took them to the sink.
"I can do that," she said, rising and navigating to the sink, "I should do something."
He stepped back and leaned against the counter and she began to rinse the dishes. The pale blue t-shirt she wore covered her only as far as her upper thighs and he admired her legs and longed for what remained hidden.
Was it right, accepting sex in return for allowing her to stay? Holding the threat of eviction over her head unless she satisfied his needs? When he thought about it that way it didn't feel right at all.
On the other hand, the arrangement had been her idea – he hadn't made any demands, hadn't made any threats. She'd named her own terms. In the end, it was just a matter of give-and-take. A fair trade in an unfair world.
"Nadja," the lust in his voice was obvious even to him.
"Mmm?"
"You did say 'anything', right? Any time?"
She froze for a moment, then nodded slowly and stopped her washing. "Anything, any time," she said with no hint of uncertainty. She flicked the water off her hands and fumbled for a towel.
"No, keep washing, but take off the shirt," he said. He was pleased by how confident his own voice sounded, considering he hadn't been with a woman in the better part of a decade.
Nadja reached down, grasped the hem of the shirt and slowly pulled it up over her head, then let it fall to the floor before resuming her dish washing.
Mac moved to stand behind her, allowing his eyes to roam appreciatively over her tight backside. He couldn't decide what he wanted to do first; his hands wanted to be everywhere at once.
He leaned forward and gently tapped the inside of her left thigh. Nadja understood and widened her stance. He slid his hand between her thighs, loving the smoothness and softness of her skin. He could feel the heat of her sex even without touching it. His cock was painfully hard.
When he finally stroked his fingers over her pussy lips he found them mostly smooth with only a trace of stubble. He let his middle finger slide between her folds; she was hot and slightly moist. Her intimate flesh seemed to cling to his dry finger as he dragged it through the core of her sex, then up between the cheeks of her ass. She moaned as his finger went back for a second stroke.
"Please, let me suck you now," she said in a pleading whisper.
"Legs wider," he grunted as he quickly shed his jeans and underwear, freeing his rigid erection.
Nadja obediently opened herself further. "Mac, I want you in my mouth. Please let me taste you," she whined, and her desire for him sent his arousal to new heights. He'd never imagined that a woman would beg for his cock. He'd only been out of prison for two weeks! Deep down, he knew her desire for him was exaggerated, but chose to believe it. Everyone had illusions, after all – surely he was entitled to his own?
He stepped behind her, gripped her ass cheeks and spread them wide, delighting in the feel of the warm, yielding flesh. He groaned with desire as her rear hole and inviting sex were exposed. He took his time lining his cock up with the pink opening. He didn't want to rush, he wanted to savour his first stroke into her waiting pussy. She reached back and grasped his rigid shaft to guide him. He closed his eyes and pushed forward...
Nadja's firm, gentle grip on his cock prevented him from entering her. He gave another thrust and she denied him entry again. He felt an irrational surge of anger. Was she toying with him? Trying to humiliate him?
"You should use protection," she said in an urgent whisper.
"Just one stroke. I need to feel my cock inside you."
She turned to face him, and stroked his cock gently in both of her hands. She lowered her head until he couldn't see her eyes.
"Mac...it might not be...safe," she said in a quiet, serious tone.
"You're afraid I'm going to give you something?" he said in disbelief and growing outrage. Did she think he'd been fucking his cell-mate for the last seven years?
"No, no," she said quickly, "It might not be safe...for you."
"For me?" The meaning of her words took a moment to sink in. "What makes you think that?"
There was a long pause. Nadja continued to gently stroke him for a moment but then became still. Her shoulders slumped. The silence stretched to several moments.
"I'm...," her voice had gone quiet, barely audible, "I mean...I was...a prostitute."
It was his turn to lapse into silence as he tried to find something to say. His thoughts, so recently consumed with lust, then anger, were now a jumble of different feelings. Should he be upset? How upset? Repulsed? Sympathetic? Should he play it cool? Did this change anything that had come before it? What was the right way to react?
"When?" he asked.
"Up until last night."
Last night, when he'd blacked out then regained his senses while carrying her to his apartment. What had happened during the missing time? One possibility seemed to rise above the others.
"Does that mean...last night...did I hire you?"
Her laugh was so sudden and so out of place that it caused him to take a step back in alarm. As quickly as it erupted, it died off and Nadja covered her face with her hands and shuddered. She took a minute to regain her composure, then raised her unseeing eyes to his face.
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I knew that, after the deputy had all but seen me sucking Mike's cock, it would be only a matter of time before we ran into each other again. And, after hearing granddad's tale about his stupendous cock I was looking forward to it.
As I expected, it happened a few nights later. I'd borrowed dad's truck and run into town to the only little bar we had. I'd hung out with a few old friends, had a few beers and was on my way back home when I saw whirling police lights in my rearview mirror. I pulled over and waited while the deputy exited his vehicle and walked up on my driver's side where, through the open window, I got more first look at his full to bursting uniformed crotch.
He bent down to the window and said, "May I see your license and registration, please?"
I supplied the documents and he stood up to examine them while I examined the outline of his enormous cock and balls outside my window.
"Would you step back to my vehicle while I call these in, please?" he asked.
"I wasn't speeding, officer." I said. "What did I do?"
"Just do as I ask sir." he replied.
I turned off the engine and he motioned for me to proceed. I was wondering if he was checking out my ass as I walked in front of him. He unlocked his passenger door and made sure that I was seated, then came around and got in on the driver's side.
"You live on the farm right up the road?" he asked.
"Yes," I said. "I believe you've already met my dad and granddad."
"I believe I have." he said. "Interesting fellows. Are you aware that you have a tail light out?"
"I didn't know." I said, turning toward him. "It's my dad's truck, I don't usually drive it. Did you like my dad and granddad?"
"Have you been drinking?" he asked.
"I have had a few beers," I replied, "Nothing major."
"You're being pretty reckless." he said. "Driving around with a broken light, drinking and driving and I don't know what you were up to when I saw you the other day but I know what it looked like."
"It probably looked like I was sucking his cock because I was."
The deputy didn't respond, just stared out the windshield, but I was aware the enormous lump in his crotch suddenly twitched and looked like it was growing.
"I'm going to just give you a warning this time. Get your light fixed and don't let me catch you drinking and driving again." he said. I waited, staring at the fully grown and almost frightening monster cock snaking down his pant leg but the only thing he said was, "You're free to go."
"I think you're letting me off too light." I said. "I think you need to teach me a lesson."
I got out of his car and walked up to the rear of my truck and lowered the tail gate. Then, I dropped my sweatpants so that I was standing nude from the waist down in the harsh illumination of his headlights. I kicked the pants off of my ankles and bent forward over the tail gate and raised one leg so that my ass was spread wide open and my puckered fuck hole was displayed to him.
He sat in his car for a moment and then I heard him key his radio and say, "Dispatch, I'm going on my break."
The dispatcher confirmed and he doused his headlights, then I heard his auto door open and close and his footsteps on the gravel. He came up behind me and stood there for a moment.
"I take it your dad and granddad told you about our meeting." he said.
"They did." I said. "I've been hoping I'd get a chance to become as friendly to you as they did."
I felt his hand caressing my ass cheek and then slowly slide into my crack where he fingered my hungry hole.
"I've got a pretty big dick." he said. "Have you ever taken a big one?"
"Just dad and granddad and I never took their dicks until day before yesterday, so no, I haven't. But that doesn't mean I can't, my hole has been used pretty well over the past few days so it should be loose enough."
"Your dad and granddad have both been fucking your ass? Am I going to have to arrest them for child molestation?"
"Not hardly," I said, "It didn't even start till days ago. I wasn't even aware that they liked sex with men, never had a clue growing up. I still wouldn't know if I hadn't started it."
"You certainly have an interesting family." he said.
By now, he was fingering my hole, sliding the tip in and out of my fuck pucker. I reached into my windbreaker jacket and brought out the small bottle of lube I carried there and handed over my shoulder to him.
"I've been hoping I'd bump into you so I came prepared." I said.
The deputy laughed and took the bottle and I felt the cool liquid drip between my buns and coat my hot hole and then his probing finger working the lube up my ass. I heard his zipper and then the slapping noise as he coated his cock with the slick liquid. I looked back over my shoulder at the huge piece of meat he held.
"Goddamn!" I said. "Granddad wasn't lying about you. I thought my dad and granddad had big dicks but that thing is a monster!" To myself I was thinking, "What have I gotten myself into?"
He held it up so I could appreciate the length and girth, and then began to rub his swollen cock head up and down in the cleft of my ass. Each time I felt the hot head pass over my puckered fuck hole, I involuntarily pressed my ass back for more.
"Here," he said, "take this." handing me his wooden baton. "Bite down on it if you think you're going to scream. Some guys find it heavy going the first time they take my cock."
I put the baton between my teeth and waited and I soon felt his massive cock head pressing into my anus. At first, it felt like any other cock but soon my ass ring started to burn from being stretched around such a fat globe. He kept pressing and I bit down on the wood in my teeth. Just when I thought I was going to have to ask him to stop, I felt the big head pop through the clutching ring and lodge in my hole.
"At least the worst is over." I said around the baton.
"Don't be too sure, rookie." the deputy said. "You've still got a lot of meat to take care of."
He started pressing forward again, slowly easing inch after inch of hard cock deep into my tight ass. I thought, "This is just like dad and granddad's cocks, only fatter." but the cock just kept on coming, stretching me open. I felt something deep in my ass, his fat cock head butting up against the depths of my guts and then I felt something release inside that left me gasping.
"That was my cock opening the second ring in your ass." he said. He pressed forward again and I felt his pubes against my ass. "All the way in." he said.
I reached down between my legs and felt his big balls, then felt the base of his cock surrounded by my ass ring. He slowly pulled out of me and I felt the ring inside my ass pop shut as his cock moved out of it, then he pressed and I felt it expand and open around his head again.
"Fuck," I said, "I've never felt anything like that before."
"We're just getting started, babe." he said. "Your ass will be feeling this fuck for the next couple of days."
He slowly started sliding in and out of my hole, getting me used to being stretched around such a huge fuck pole. Each time he popped my ass ring, I shuddered and wanted more. He moved his hips from side to side, batting his big cock up against the walls of my ass and corkscrewed his hips so that his dick stroked all of my insides. I was moaning like a bitch in heat and he hadn't even started to properly fuck me yet.
"You like my big dick in your ass, baby?" he asked.
"I love it!" I cried. "Fuck me. Destroy my ass with your big cock!"
He started to truly fuck me then. Sliding his dick out of me till only an inch was still inside, he slid it back in in one smooth motion. He did it again and again, popping my inner ring on his down stroke in my stretched ass. He started a steady rhythm, pounding his hips against my ass each time a little harder. I was feeling drunk and high both from the sensation of his dick ravishing my almost virgin hole and I could hear my own moan loud in the night.
He pulled back until only his cock head was still in my ass, then began fucking me with short fast strokes, sinking only another inch or two into my hole at a time. I was squirming from the sensation overwhelming my tight little ass ring when he suddenly sank his massive cock balls deep into me with one hard thrust. I felt my cum boil up my dick shaft and shoot out of my piss slit like a fire hose without ever touching my own dick.
"Oh, fuck!" I howled as his cock continued pistoning in and out of my guts, ravaging the tender hole deep in my ass with each thrust. He reached down and wrapped his big hand around my cock and balls and used them as a handle to get even more of his cock inside me.
I may even have passed out for a minute because the next thing I knew, I heard his ragged breathing next to my ear and him saying, "I'm going to cum, baby. I'm shooting my seed in you!"
His gargantuan meat swelled even thicker and he pressed the full length deep inside me, his cock head surrounded by my tight inner ring and his balls rubbing against my own. I could actually feel it as his cock head swelled, stretching me open and his fiery juice began blasting into my guts. Each pulse of his dick was followed by another spurt of cum, soothing my stretched ass walls.
When his dick stopped squirting, he collapsed on top of me with his meat still buried in me to the hilt. I felt him slowly start to go soft and shrink, first the head popping back out of my inner ass ring and then the thick shaft retracting into itself, slowly inching its way back toward my ass hole. It finally slithered out of me with a sound like a champagne cork and I could feel the cool night air entering my ravaged hole.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"I may need crutches for the next few weeks and I'll never be able to sit on a bar stool again without it disappearing up my ass but aside from that, sure."
"Weaker men than you have survived." he said, laughing. "Usually, they came back for more."
"I can see how that might become addictive." I said. "I already was thinking I'd like some more of your cock, you're just going to have to give me a little time to heal."
"And I was just going to invite you to stop by tomorrow afternoon around 3, after I wake up. That tight little ass would be the perfect way to start my day before I go on my shift. As a matter of fact, I always sleep with the back door unlocked and it leads right into my bedroom. Pass that information on to your dad and granddad, let them know they're always welcome to stop by, too, if they need some entertainment."
"Maybe I'll surprise you and show up." I said. "I've always been a fast healer."
He stood up behind me and sank a couple of fingers in my stretched out hole.
"You see," he said, "you're already more loosened up. Next time I'll be able to get my cock into you a lot faster and I won't be so gentle with your hole."
I felt my cock starting to harden, picturing that scene in my mind.
The deputy arranged his big floppy dick down his pant leg and zipped up as I gingerly sat on the tail gate to put my sweats back on. He picked up his baton and examined it, then showed it to me.
"Just look at those teeth marks." he said. "I'm going to get a hard on every time I look at those and remember how they got there." He slid the baton back into its loop and turned to go, then turned back around and said, "And get that tail light fixed!"
I sat on the tail gate while he pulled away, then got up and limped to the truck cab. Between having my legs stretched out for so long and my ass hole stretched and fucked by that monstrous cock, I was sort of unsteady on my feet. Even sitting on the seat to drive made my poor over-fucked hole throb.
I got to our drive, pulled in and then hobbled to the back kitchen door. When I stepped inside, granddad was sitting at the kitchen table in his white robe drinking whiskey and water and reading a magazine. I hobbled across the room as he watched and he said," Did you get into some kind of tussle?"
"Yeah," I said, "I tussled that deputy's giant cock up my ass a few minutes ago." I lowered my sweats and felt my ass.
"I feel like the Grand Canyon back there." I said.
Granddad stood up and came around the table to where I was standing and pressed me down so that my upper body was lying on the table and my ass was spread open.
"Let me see if there's any damage." he said
He got behind me and spread my cheeks while he fingered my hole.
"Nope, no damage. Just a freshly fucked, cum filled little ass hole that looks kind of red and swollen. Hang on a minute." he said. He walked over to the refrigerator and got out the butter.
"An old fashioned remedy for any kind of scrape or burn is to put some butter on it to soothe it." he said.
I noticed that his cock was tenting out the front of his robe, too. He got behind me again and spread my cheeks and I felt his fingers spreading the butter around my inflamed hole.
"How does that feel?" he asked.
"Actually, that is really soothing." I said. I could feel his hard cock brushing against the back of my thigh as he massaged my hole.
"Let's get some on the inside." he said and started massaging more of the butter inside of me. His finger probed my ass, spreading the cool grease inside me and stroking my fuck chute.
"We really need to get some deeper." he said and I saw him scoop up more of the butter. He smoothed some more of it in my hole then paused and I heard him spreading it on something else, just before I felt his fat cock head pressing against my poor stretched hole.
"Is this some new kind of first aid, you old bastard? I asked.
"First aid for your hole and first aid for my dick, too." he said. "We need to get you coated deep inside and I never could resist sloppy seconds on a freshly fucked hole."
I felt his butter coated prong slowly ease into my plundered ass hole and after the onslaught it had taken earlier, granddad's dick felt really good, not too big and not too small, just perfect for fucking my ass.
"That is making it feel a whole lot better." I said.
"Your old granddad would never steer you wrong."
He slowly started to fuck his greasy dick in and out of my hole. As he picked up his tempo, he said, "That deputy must always shoot a big load. I can feel his cum squishing around my dick as I fuck you."
He started to fuck my ass faster and harder, his cock soothing the burning in my hard-fucked hole. I looked up to see Kyle enter the room, cross to the sink and draw a glass of water and drink it down, with granddad hammering his cock in and out of my spread ass the whole time. Kyle turned around and walked over, looked at granddad and me fucking on the kitchen table and the butter dish sitting beside us with finger marks in the little butter remaining.
"If you all want butter on your pancakes in the morning someone is going to have to get up and go to the store early." Kyle said and padded down the hall to his room.
I felt granddad's big dick pulse and his creamy ball juice flooded out of his piss hole and into my stretched fuck chute.
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Derek was glad that he'd thought of this apartment remodel. It was a project he and his son Luke could work on together. He hoped that it would get Luke to come out of his shell. Ever since his mother passed away a few years ago he'd been closed off and anti-social. Luke gets his handiness from his dad. He loved to work with his hands, and it was not boasting to say that he was pretty good at it too. Fortunately the push, from Derek's dad, to be more took him to state college to study engineering and into a lucrative career afterward. Derek met his wife of 20 years at that college, Theresa was the world to him, and he would have done anything to lay the world at her feet. Fate had a different idea though. Her loss had left a deep scar on their family. It was hard at first, friends and relatives did their best to keep them upbeat and one or two even mentioned that Derek wasn't too old to start again. Those ideas were brushed aside. He would never love anybody like he loved Terri.
Luke took it hard, he was only 14 when Terri found out she had cancer. The doctors did everything they could. Throughout her treatment he would give up being a normal teenager to be home for her when his father couldn't be. She'd get upset with him and tell him to try out for sports at school or join a club, and especially ask a girl that he like out on a date. He'd just brush it off and come home as soon as he could to take care of her. She wasted away before their eyes and in less than a year she was gone. It was a crushing blow to both of them, and as hard as Derek had it, he could tell Luke felt like he was set adrift, and had no guidance. Derek worked, he worked a lot, to keep his mind busy, to keep from thinking about her. Luke just hung around, and kept to himself mostly. He had a few friends but they, for the most part, had moved on after graduation. Luke was accepted to the college where his folks went to and was looking at a similar career to his fathers, no matter how much Derek urged him to do something he wanted. He insisted that he wanted to do what his father does, and build things. He was going to start as a freshman this fall.
Derek, in the interest of keeping Luke from hiding in his room until fall, figured he'd give him a project. They lived in a big house with an large 2 car garage. Above the garage was a space that was large enough to turn into an in-law apartment. He presented Luke with the project to clean it out, and design an apartment. As soon as he had a plan they would build it and rent it out. Thanks to the college there's never any shortage of students looking for off campus apartments. They weren't really close, a few miles, but these days all the kids had cars anyway.
Like anything he put his mind to, Luke had a plan in place pretty quickly. We worked out details for the major demolition and installing plumbing, and electrical etc. He really did his homework, even shopping for materials for finishing like the flooring and appliances. He got it in his head to fully decorate it with the help of some ideas from magazines. What they ended up with was a very nice small 1 bedroom apartment with a nice view over the backyard. Luke had already started school and they didn't think it likely that they'd get a lot of offers right away but they listed the apartment in the paper anyway.
They interviewed a couple students and even a visiting professor who was teaching here for a year, but nobody fit what they had in mind and too many wanted them to come down on the price. There was no way Derek was going to let anybody devalue the work that he and Luke had put into it, the only one who was going to budge on price was going to be Luke. It was his baby.
It was a warm Saturday afternoon when Derek heard a woman's voice call out. He was in the back yard puttering around with a rake. He leaned it against the house and walked around to the front where he saw a lovely blonde haired girl walking towards the other corner of the house heading to the yard. He called out to her and she jumped slightly startled. In only a few moments Derek took in the sight of her. She was very pretty, her blond hair fell around her shoulders. She smiled and held out her hand to shake.
"Hi, I'm Ellie. I was wondering if you've rented the apartment yet?" He let her know that they hadn't yet, and that his son Luke was in charge of that. He went in and got the keys and let her see it, and she ooh'ed and ahh'ed at it. "Who decorated it? They did an awesome job." He let her know that the whole place was done by Luke, from design to decoration. He smiled at her shock, when he told her he was starting school at the local university this year. "This was done by a teenager?"
"He should be home any minute if you want to hang around. A few of the ground rules that we've placed are that guests please park on the street so as to not block the garage downstairs. Use of the yard and pool are a given so long as you keep it down to a dull roar." He said chuckling. "There's a washer and dryer downstairs in the garage that you can use rather than go to a laundromat. As you probably saw in the ad, utilities are provided including cable and Internet. We can get you telephone if you need it but it's not wired for it up here. We figured most students use cellphones anyway."
"It's perfect. Now I see why you're asking so much for it. Any chance we can haggle on the price?" She cocked her head smiling, her eyes sparkling. Derek chuckled.
"That's up to Luke. This is his baby, start to finish." He heard the garage door opener beneath them start up. "You can ask him yourself in a minute. I'll let him know you're here." He stepped out onto the landing and looked at the door as he closed it. He thought for a moment that they may have found the right person for the apartment. He smiled as he trotted down the stairs and ducked into the garage where Luke was getting out of the car. His hair was mussed from driving with the window down, his shirt was tight over his well formed chest and arms. The work had leaned him out and toned him up.
"Hey Luke, you have someone upstairs looking at the apartment."
"I'll guess by the grin on your face it's a girl."
"Is there anything wrong with a girl renting your place?"
"No... I just want somebody normal and quiet."
He passed me on his way to the stairs and his father put his hand on his shoulder. "I have a good feeling about this one. Trust your instincts." He nodded and made for the stairs taking them two at a time. I heard him open the door and close it behind him, and I went back to the yard whistling a little tune. She could be just the thing.
A short while later, Luke popped around the corner of the garage and slowly wandered through the yard.
"Well?"
"She tried to get me to come down on the price."
"Really?" He smiled trying not to laugh. "How did that go?"
"I asked her how much she could reasonably afford, and I halved the difference. She took it." He smirked.
"How much lower did you go?"
"A hundred bucks. Non-smoker, no boyfriend and she says she not a partier. She's a senior in culinary arts and nutrition. She offered to cook for us occasionally if we don't mind being her test subjects. Her name is Ellie Love." Luke grinned, but didn't say that he'd thought about dropping two for the pretty coed.
"No shit?" He laughed. Luke just shrugged.
"She's calling her folks to let them know she's found a place."
Ellie started moving in the next day. Luke was out in the driveway washing his car, the sound of music filtered down from Ellie's open window as she unpacked. Derek watched Luke from the window for a moment and caught him looking up at the window off and on. He would bet anything she was intentionally wandering back and forth to get a look at him too.
"Hey Luke?" Ellie called down.
"Yea?" He replied.
"Any chance you could take me shopping for some kitchen stuff? There isn't much up here in the way of plates, glasses, silverware, you know."
"Sure, let me know when you're ready."
"Give me 10 minutes and I'll be down."
Ellie went and changed. She knew she was older than him by a couple years. His father mentioned he'd turned 19 last month. Luke was hot with his dark hair and dark brown eyes, but he seemed so quiet and shy. After the wild roommates and crazy party atmosphere of the apartment she shared last year, this was going to be a nice change.
She worked in a small café, after high school and found she loved it and thought it might be a cool idea to start her own. So she'd decided that getting it right was going to require some learning and went back to school. Now at 23 she was close to finishing her degree and moving on to realizing the dream. She threw on a striped tee and pushed her sweats off and found a pair of jeans in one of her bags and went to the bathroom to check herself in the mirror. She knew she wasn't a knockout but she was pretty cute. She knew that from the double-takes she got from guys at school. She was short, in her opinion, at five foot three, her sandy blonde hair hung past her shoulders, and her dark brown eyes were always sparkling. Her dad said they were full of mischief. If he only knew.
She pulled the door shut behind her checking that it had locked and bounced down the stairs like she was on springs. She watched Luke for a moment as he wiped down the car, and got a tingling sensation as he leaned forward, his jeans tightened around his cute ass. 'Get a hold of yourself girl' she thought. She reached her hands behind her causing her shirt to tighten across her small breasts, and cleared her throat.
Luke looked over his shoulder at Ellie. Damn she was cute, but she didn't act like she knew it. He gave her a small smirk.
"Sorry about the kitchen. I didn't stop to think that someone moving in wouldn't have dishes of their own."
"Oh, no problem." Ellie countered quickly. "It's just that my last place, everything belonged to my room mates, and as long as I kept them fed they didn't care what I used." She smiled. "I could use a couple towels too. I'm on a budget so let's hit up that little French boutique, Tar-jay."Luke laughed at her joke and reached for the passenger side door opening it for her. He bowed with a flourish.
"After you milady."
Luke was already winning points as she climbed into the car. He hopped in and started the car backing out of the driveway. On the way to the to the store Ellie drew him out asking what he was going to school for, and what he planned for after. He didn't do sports or really anything with friends. She could tell he was one of those quiet loner types, and he had a lot going on in there that nobody ever saw. She decided then and there that she'd make it her goal to draw him out of his shell.
"Maybe you can build my swanky café for me when you graduate." She winked at him.
Luke looked over at her for a moment and smiled. "Yea I'll get right on that."
"Seriously, that apartment is awesome. I bet it wouldn't be much of a stretch. Your dad said you planned it nearly free hand. You don't do something like that without real talent."
Luke just shrugged and said thanks.
They pulled into a parking space and Ellie grabbed a cart and hopped up on the rail, riding it a few feet towards the store like a kid. This gave Luke a great view of her backside and she knew he was looking by the expression she saw when she looked over her shoulder. He looked slightly shocked then looked down and away. She bit her lower lip and grinned. This was going to be fun, she thought.
They made their way into the store and Ellie took the long way around to housewares and chose a cheap set of dinnerware, then some glasses and flatware. She went over the cooking stuff with a fine tooth comb looking at labels and chose a few items. The cart filled up fast with the large items. She decided that she'd done enough damage there and wandered around a corner and started up the aisle. Luke just pushed the cart along behind her watching her walk. He was pretty sure she hadn't wiggled her butt like that on the way in. She reached out to a blouse hanging next to the aisle and felt the fabric and held it out and let it go and she walked past a rack of lingerie.
Ellie let out a little ooh when she saw a little yellow bra and panty set hanging up and took it off the rack. "What do you think?" She asked holding the cups up to her chest, grinning devilishly at Luke. His face turned red and he looked around.
"It's definitely your color." He said and mumbled something after.
"What?" She asked, making him repeat it.
He breathed deep and replied. "Did you want to pick up some food while we're here? The basics at least?"
Ellie gave him a sly smile. "Chicken."
"I don't know if they have chicken, but they've got groceries. You know, canned, boxed and frozen food, stuff like that."
She walked right up close to him and reached over and set the lingerie right in the top of the basket where he was sure to keep it at the forefront of his mind. "Sure, let's go stock the cupboards." She chose some basic dry goods, a couple cans here and there. "If I'm going to be a chef, I can't be relying on packaged goods too much, but sometimes a girl needs a night off." She grabbed a couple cans of soup and found some microwave popcorn piling it all on top of the cart. They made their way to the check out and the lady behind the counter was scanning away and looked up at the two of them noting what they were buying.
"You kids setting up home for the first time?" The lady smiled.
Ellie wrapped an arm around Luke pulling them together and laid her head on his shoulder. "Yes, we're going to be so happy." She peeked out of the corner of her eye and noticed Luke had gone red again. She pursed her lips and slid her hand across his lower back taking her time letting it drop and grazing his butt. The feeling sent a shock through Luke and he wasn't sure how to react so he did his best to forget it happened. They brought their cart out to the car and packed it away. On the trip home they didn't speak, and just listened to the radio. Luke turned off the car and reached for the door when he felt Ellie put her hand on his and give it a squeeze.
"Sorry, I was just..." She said softly, biting her lower lip.
Luke looked at her and nodded, and got out and began unloading the car. The little table was piled with boxes and bags were strewn around the floor.
Luke was about to turn and leave when Ellie stopped him.
"I was just having a little fun. I didn't mean to embarrass you."
"I know, it's okay."
"Are you busy this afternoon? I could use a hand unpacking all this stuff and washing the dishes."
"Sure, I can help." He took the first box and opened it up and brought it into the kitchen and started loading the dishwasher with the plates and bowls. "We forgot cleaning supplies. I'll run downstairs I'm sure we've got plenty. He headed for the door and trotted down the stairs, and his own kitchen.
Ellie decided to get more comfortable and wandered into the bedroom and lost the shirt and jeans. She had just pulled on her sweat pants when the door opened and Luke walked in. She hadn't bothered to close the bedroom door and he got a full on look at her standing there in her sweat pants and a lacy pink bra. His eyes locked on hers and he froze. Ellie just smiled and reached for her hoodie putting it on and zipping it up to mid chest just barely concealing the bra. She walked out of the bedroom.
"Relax it's the Internet age, I'm sure you've seen a girl in lingerie before."
"Uh yea, sorry I should have knocked. It's just that I've been up here so much while decorating that I forgot someone lives here now."
Ellie shrugged , "Mi casa es su casa. You're welcome up any time. I don't make it a habit to walk around like a lingerie model, don't worry. I don't have the body for it."
Luke mumbled something, and Ellie was sure it was a denial of that claim but she just bit her lip to keep from smiling. Luke started running water to clean the larger items in the sink and Ellie started putting things into cupboards. The tight space meant they were brushing against each other often. Luke noticed Ellie used him as a balance whenever he was in reach, a hand on his shoulder when she leaned into a cabinet. She placed a hand on the small of his back again to see what he was cleaning.
"No abrasives, just soapy water on that one. That's a pro quality non-stick sauté pan right there." She winked. "It said so on the label."
As she leaned back Luke got a light scent of her perfume. He hadn't noticed it before but it was sweet and flowery. Had she put it on after he'd gone downstairs he wondered. It was having an intoxicating effect, along with her touch. He was glad he was facing the sink to hide the bulge that was forming in his jeans.
"I'm going to go throw these towels in the wash real quick."
"Okay I'll just stay here and slave away in your kitchen like a drudge." Luke's response was surprising causing Ellie to bust out laughing.
"Yes! I have my own kitchen drudge!" She did a little fist pump in triumph.
Luke peeked over his shoulder as she made for the door watching her cute little butt with the store name plastered across the seat of her sweats. He'd better get out of here fast or he wasn't going to make a safe exit with the tent in the front of his jeans. He wiped down the last dish and headed down the stairs and poked his head into the garage telling her that he was done, and if she needed anything else to just let him know. She thanked him and he rushed into the house.
Ellie went back up to find the dishes all cleaned and laid out waiting for her to decide where they'd be put. She worked efficiently putting things in their logical places and had just enough room to fit everything she'd bought. She saw the yellow lingerie she'd bought and smiled. She hadn't intended to buy it, but wanted to tease Luke. They were cute though so she put them in with her wash.
The weekly grind began, everybody leaving the house and heading off in their respective directions. Ellie got home late from her job at the little café, and hit the books for an hour or so before taking a shower. She wandered into the bedroom and looked out the window hearing something moving around. She spied Luke hauling a trash can and recycling to the curb.
Luke turned and looked up at the light in the window and saw her outlined in soft yellow light. She stood there in a long sleeve shirt, unbuttoned part way down the front. She lifted a hand and gave him a little wave and he waved back.
Ellie noticed that after he waved he didn't go back inside right away and she pointed to the door and beckoned him. She smiled when he knocked on the door this time.
"Come on in. You already know I'm dressed this time."
"Well I couldn't tell if you were wearing pants. What's up?"
"Nothing, I was bored and wondered if you wanted to hang out and watch TV or something."
"Sure, I guess."
"I'm in a junk food mood. Would you like some cookies and ice cream?"
"Yes, please." He replied with a little more gusto.
"I baked the cookies myself. The ice cream is store bought." She chuckled. "Go ahead and turn on the TV, find us something to watch."
"What do you feel like?"
"Anything really, nothing to cerebral I get enough of that from school books." She scooped up a couple bowls of the ice cream, adding a couple cookies to each, and added spoons.
She walked into the living room handing him a bowl and sat next to him curling her legs under her. The fact that her nipples were rock hard from standing in front of the open freezer wasn't lost on Luke, but he didn't stare. They sat watching the last few minutes of a sitcom, only the sounds of spoons tapping bowls and an occasional chuckle interrupted the silence. When the show ended Luke took the bowls into the kitchen and rinsed them out. When he came back Ellie noticed he had a little ice cream on his lower lip and did her best not to laugh.
"What?"
She shook her head and patted the cushion next to her. When he sat she lifted his arm wrapping around her shoulders. "It's just that you missed a spot." She leaned in and licked the drying ice cream from his lower lip and smiled. It was make or break time, what would he do she wondered. The answer was only a moment away when the shock left his eyes it was replaced by hunger. Luke leaned into her and kissed her, she responded quickly returning it in kind. He was slow and a little clumsy, but he made up for it in ardor.
"Mmm, you taste like cookies and cream."
"You do to." Luke said breathing in deeply. "I uh..."
"Stop thinking so much." She leaned in and kissed him again, this time her tongue slipped past his lips looking to play. Luke parted his lips and was quickly assaulted, Ellie grabbed the front of his shirt for leverage as her tongue delved deeper luring him out. She felt bold and went with it, and threw a leg over his lap and settled down wrapping her arms around the back of his head and took the upper hand. A few minutes of oral assault and she stopped and smiled, their foreheads touched.
"You know you can touch me." She whispered. "I don't bite." He looked back at her wide-eyed, his chest heaving as he gasped for breath. She reached down and took his hands and placed them on her hips as she began again. She nudged his hands imploring him to explore and he began by lowering them around her flannel covered rear, massaging it with his strong hands. She responded with a soft moan, hoping to encourage him. It worked as he gripped her harder pulling her hips down against his. She could feel how hard he was through his jeans and was making her wet to know only a few layers of clothing kept this from getting out of hand.
"I uhh..." Luke started.
"What?" Ellie asked softly kissing the tip of his nose.
"I uhh, I've never really done this before." He said his cheeks coloring even more.
"You've never made out with a girl before?" She sat back on his knees, genuinely surprised. Luke was hot and he didn't even realize it.
"No." He said looking downward embarrassment apparent on his face.
She lifted his chin and kissed him softly. "Well you're doing just fine for a first-timer, just relax." His hands slid upward lifting the hem of her shirt and his hands wrapped around her waist, his touch was hot on her skin kindling the fire burning inside. She wasn't sure if it was luck or instinct that made him break their kiss and graze her neck with his lips kissing softly down then back up to her ear but his lips were eager and she gasped as he nibbled her neck. His hands began exploring upward, her shirt rising with them when he suddenly stopped right at the base of her breasts. Her body was screaming to have him continue as her lips latched back on to his, their tongues dueling.
"Please?" She whispered softly. His thumbs were so painfully close but not completing the journey up her torso. He took a moment to realize what she was asking, and he lifted his thumbs brushing the bottom of her breasts. She gasped, she was nearly ready to rip her shirt off and bury his face into her chest but the build up he was creating was so intense she didn't want it to end. His hands found her nipples, applying pressure and rolling them around. Ellie leaned her head back and whimpered as Luke just stared at his hands working underneath her shirt.
In a swift movement Ellie had crossed her arms over her chest and whipped the shirt over her head, her hair falling wildly over her face. Luke's mouth dropped open as he saw what he was doing. Ellie noted that he'd stopped to stare, and reached up with her hands taking his and massaging her breasts with his large rough hands. She let out a delighted hum from deep in her throat as he began taking the initiative. He began to lean forward, then looked up into her eyes and sat back. Ellie wasn't going to let him off the hook and shook her head slowly, before reaching for the back of his head and pulling it to her breast.
"Don't shy away, follow your instincts." Ellie said softly.
"They're beautiful." He said before planting a kiss in the center of her chest. He kissed his way over and nibbled on the nipple with his lips before gently stroking it with his tongue. Ellie's breathing was getting more ragged and shallow. She grabbed him by the cheeks and tilted his head back and dove into his mouth tongue first.
"We should stop, before things get out of hand." She gasped between kisses. His hands were roaming up and down her back pulling her hard against him.
"Do we have to?" He gasped.
"Yes." She said rolling off of his lap, her bare chest shone with a flush of pink, her nipples were bright pink as well. She tugged her shirt out from behind her and held it to her chest as she got her breath back. "I don't want to be known as the kind of girl who puts out before the first date." She giggled.
Luke just stared at her confused, longing to have her back in his arms. "Yea, I guess." After a few more minutes he spoke up again. "What are you doing Friday night?"
Ellie's eyebrows went up and a smile spread across her face. "Working, but I'm off Saturday night."
"Would you like to go out, with me I mean?" Luke said sheepishly.
"On one condition."
"What's that?"
"That this isn't why you're asking." She said lifting the shirt and flashing her breasts at him.
He stared at her chest for a moment and she covered back up. When their eyes met his expression softened and he shook his head. "You're beautiful, but that's not the only reason I'd like to go out with you."
"Why then?" Her curiosity peaked.
He shrugged. "You're fun, smart, you make me laugh, and you're beautiful, even fully dressed."
She beamed up at him. "So what are we doing on Saturday?"
Luke shrugged. "I'll think of something, trust me."
"I'd better get some sleep... class in the morning."
Ellie suppressed a giggle when he stood, the front of his jeans was prison for the raging monster that she'd whipped into a frenzy.
"Sorry." She said softly, and bit her lip.
"Don't worry, I'll take matters into my own hands." He sighed and she chuckled. She walked him to the door. As he turned to say goodnight she wrapped her arms around his neck dragging him down to her kiss while crushing her breasts against his chest. His hands instinctively went to her waist pulling her to him while their mouths locked. She brought her hand down between them and stroked him through his jeans.
"Don't beat him too bad, he's been a good boy tonight." Luke chuckled and left, taking the steps slowly.
Ellie leaned back against the cool door, her eyes closed thinking about how the little things in life change when you least expect them. She hadn't had a steady boyfriend since last school year, and even then that wasn't very involved, they were more like friends with benefits. Luke on the other hand gave her a tingle that she hadn't felt since she was a teenager. She fret for a minute at the fact that she was older than him, but brushed that aside. Besides, Luke was a lot more mature than any 19 year old she'd met before. She stopped and grabbed a towel from the bathroom before heading to bed. She was going to need it after the evening she'd just had. She tossed her shirt onto the bed and spread out the towel and pushed off her flannel bottoms, her panties were soaked. She lay back on the towel rubbing herself slowly through the damp lace as she recalled the feel of his rough hands on her skin and the fire from his lips. She circled her clit through the fabric, with a sharp intake of breath she dragged her fingers over it. She reached over into her nightstand drawer, reaching for a small pink vibrator. She couldn't get out of the panties fast enough, pushing them down and kicking them onto the floor. She flipped the switch and it came to life and found the mark quickly. She didn't hesitate, she went right for the quick release while she imagined Luke between her legs performing the act she now performed upon herself. Her orgasm hit her like a rogue wave, ripping through her as she arched her back and moaned loudly. After a long moment of tension she relaxed back to the mattress, the vibrator slipping free onto the towel as she panted. She felt electrified a slight tremble overtook her. Eventually she wiped up the considerable mess she'd made, and sheepishly wondered how well sound proofed the walls were. There was a good ten or twelve foot breezeway between the main house and the garage so she didn't worry that she was overheard.
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cock finally beginning to soften. He had quietly stepped into the garage when he got downstairs and leaned against the hood of his car to think about what had happened. He was also hoping that his erection would relax a bit before he went into the house, just in case he bumped into his father. He heard Ellie moving around upstairs and mentally followed her footsteps as she walked. He heard the creek of her getting into bed just above his left shoulder. He stood there for a moment longer and started hearing her making noises like she had only a little while before, but louder. It took him a moment to realize what she must be doing and the thought took him by surprise. She was upstairs getting herself off. He had a major ego boost from that, and her sounds were doing just the opposite for his jeans than he'd hoped. He decided to release the tension. He reached over for a couple of the heavy paper towels that were on a shelf there in the garage. He opened his fly releasing his engorged cock and began stroking it, while listening to her muffled moans. The feel of her strong, lithe body in his hands, the feel of her spread across his lap from only a few minutes earlier, the smell of her, so sweet and flowery. It wasn't long before he was hitting the point of no return. He heard her moan, and call out his name, the shock nearly made him stop mid stroke as his eyes opened instantly. A few sharp moans came from over his left shoulder and then silence. The realization hit just as his orgasm did, he hurried to catch his load with the paper towels. He leaned his head back catching his breath, then quickly cleaned up, ditching the evidence into one of the trash cans. He silently made his way into the house.
Friday morning came and Ellie hopped into her car and after several attempts, it didn't start. She pounded on the steering wheel a few times, and thankfully the windows were up or the entire neighborhood would have heard a lovely young lady swearing like a sailor. She got out and peeked into the garage door window. Great, Luke's car was still there. She knocked on the door and he opened the door wearing only jeans. She was caught by surprise staring into his chest, a few dark wispy hairs curled against the lightly tanned skin. She looked up slowly seeing he was standing there with a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth.
"Hi, my car shit the bed, are you headed into school soon?" She asked smiling. Damn he looked this good rolling out of bed in the morning?
"I don't have class for another hour, but I can give you a ride. C'mon in while I grab a shirt."
"Not on my account, I hope, you look just fine without one." Ellie thought. Luke grabbed his books and laptop and they headed to school.
"Listen, I can get a ride to work after classes. What I was wondering was... would you be a sweetheart and pick me up after my shift? Nobody at work lives on this end of town."
"Sure, no problem." He smiled. She gave him the address and time, and told him to come early if he wanted and she'd buy him dinner too.
School went quickly, with nobody lingering on a Friday and Ellie got a ride to work. She thought about what the specials had been today and decided to whip up something special for Luke. It wasn't easy on a Friday night, it was pretty busy, but the regular clientèle dropped off quickly after dinner, knowing that the café closed at 8. A couple tables sported coffee sipping hipsters but for the most part the place had cleared out by then. Ellie had whipped up a little dish for them to share while she cleaned up the kitchen.
"Damn." Came a voice through the little window. Jody, one of the servers had whispered loud enough to be heard. "He's hot." Ellie popped her head up and scanned where Jody was looking and saw look scanning back and forth. She grinned ear to ear.
"Back off, he's already taken." She said softly, but with a little edge of threat in her voice. He may not be taken yet, but she didn't need any competition from the bubbly little server. "Can you sit him over at the chef's table.
Jody chuckled. "Some chef's table, it's just the table nearest the kitchen door. What's his name?"
"His name is Luke, and be nice, I have a large selection of cutlery at hand, and I know how to use it."
Jody walked over and introduced herself. Saying that Ellie had told her she had a friend stopping by. "She said a dark eyed handsome stranger was coming to pick her up. I told her to snap out of it, Prince Charming isn't real. Then you have to go and prove me wrong." She smiled, and steered him over to the table against the wall near the kitchen, and fawned over him for a moment and got him a drink. Ellie made sure nothing was burning and wiped her hands on her apron and snuck out of the kitchen.
A smile spread across Luke's face when he saw her, which warmed her heart. She walked over and he stood up, such a gentleman she thought. She couldn't help herself and walked right up to him and kissed him softly. At first he seemed surprised but he didn't take long to return it.
"Hi." She said drawing it out. "Are you hungry?"
"You mentioned dinner, so I haven't eaten since lunch." He grinned.
"Good, park it, and I'll go whip it up." She winked at him and turned and wiggled back into the kitchen. Her ponytail danced back and forth as she peeked over her shoulder to make sure he was watching. She put herself into work mode and started pulling ingredients together. When in work mode Ellie was a sight to behold, like a kitchen ninja she got more done with fewer moves than anybody else in the café.
What seemed like only a few minutes later she walked out of the kitchen with two plates of seared scallops and linguine, setting one down in front of Luke and the other across from him.
"One second." She said as she reached down and pulled the apron string sliding it off her waist. She unbuttoned the chef's coat she wore and dodged back into the kitchen to hang them up.
She sat down and they began. Ellie peeking up to see if Luke was enjoying it. The speed with which he was eating told her what she wanted to know.
"I should have asked you if there was anything you didn't like. I didn't even think of that before hand. Seafood can be touchy for some people. Hell I didn't even think to ask if you were allergic." She said getting frustrated with herself.
"No, it's delicious!" He was being completely genuine. He saw her getting upset and reached across the table to take her hand and rubbed the back of it with is thumb. "I love seafood. My family used to go out to the beach in the summer..." He trailed off, his expression softened.
It was Ellie's turn to comfort, and she took his hand firmly in hers. "Tell me about it. I bet you had a blast." Luke went on to tell her about a trip to the beach they'd taken years earlier and he and his dad had gone fishing and he caught a striper that nearly hauled him overboard. He went from excited to wistful. She knew he was thinking about his mother, his dad had told her the previous week, and sympathized with him.
"I baked a small batch of cookies when I got here. Want to try one? They're sort of an experiment, but I think they came out pretty good."
Never one to pass up a cookie he smiled and nodded.
"That's what I love about working here. I get indulge my creativity, and if things work out sometimes it makes it on the specials board." She said setting down the frosted lemon sugar cookies. They talked for a while longer and a loud scrape of a chair pulled them out of their reverie. Jody had been sweeping and Ellie noticed the time. They had closed nearly half an hour before.
"Oh my god. I'm sorry Jody. I lost track of time." Ellie hopped up and started clearing the table.
"No worries hon. I can see why. You just need to clean up that and we're out of here. I'd ask if you need a ride home, but I think I already know the answer to that." She chuckled.
Ellie wiped down the table and Luke helped out by flipping the last few chairs up onto the tables so Jodie could finish sweeping. He waited in the front while the girls finished up in the back. He looked out the window at the darkened street, the old style street lamps lending small town charm to the night. They came out of the kitchen whispering between themselves.
"You're sure you don't need a ride? This one looks a little dangerous." Jodi said laughing.
"I'm fine, besides he knows where I live, he's my landlord." Ellie grinned.
"I wasn't talking to you, I'm worried for him." They all got a chuckle out of that as they locked up and made their way to their cars. Luke opened up the door and held it for Ellie, these small gestures went over much bigger than he realized.
On the ride neither spoke when Luke felt Ellie's hand lay on the back of his giving it a squeeze. "Thank you for saving my butt today." He just looked over and shrugged.
"You would have done the same for me I'm sure." He smiled at her for a moment and turned back to the road. He was honestly elated that her car hadn't started.
Ellie sighed. "I hope it's nothing major. My dad had the car gone over before I came back to school. I can't afford anything big." She looked out the window, the lights of town faded behind them as they entered the suburbs.
"Tomorrow's Saturday, I can take a look at it if you want, if it's something simple I can probably fix it."
"Oh, would you?" She squeezed his hand harder. They got back to the house and Ellie reached over the seat to grab her bag. Luke watched her lean frame twist, and her rear end stick up, her jeans stretched over it nicely. He remembered just how nice it felt too and longed to hold it again. Ellie was no fool, she knew full well Luke was staring at her butt while she pretended to be looking for something in her bag. It didn't hurt to pique his interest though. She sat back in the seat dragging the bag over with her.
"You coming up?" She asked smiling.
"I don't know, you probably have stuff to do. You know school work or something?"
"I do have some reading to do, but I can do that later. I'm feeling a little restless and I can't sit still and read when I'm like this." Luke's eyebrows went up a bit.
"You don't have to. I mean if you want to come up and grab the car keys in the morning that's fine too." Her smile began to fade.
"Oh, I can get them now, that way you can sleep in if you want to."
"Have something planned for tomorrow yet?" Ellie asked sweetly. Luke just grinned. "You're not going to give me a hint? A girl needs to know how to prepare for a date you know."
"Jeans will be fine, and bring a sweater or sweatshirt in case it gets cold. Oh, and walking shoes."
"So something outdoors? Okay then."
He wouldn't give her any more information than that. He enjoyed keeping her guessing.
"Would you like to play a game? I found a box with my bucket of Jenga blocks while I was unpacking some stuff last night." Luke nodded smiling and Ellie went and got the game. They sat on the couch and Ellie started stacking blocks and handed the bucket to Luke and directed him to keep stacking and she went to the bedroom and slipped off her jeans putting on lounge pants with some mall store logo down the leg and came back.
"That feels better. Do you want something to drink? I've got a bottle of wine, or something else maybe?" He agreed to what ever she wanted. She opened the bottle of wine and poured a couple glasses and brought it over to the table putting them out of the way of game.
"Have you ever had wine before?"
"I'm nineteen, I haven't been under a rock." He chuckled. "My mother liked wine so I've tried several different types and I like it." He took a sip and swirled around his mouth taking in a little breath of air. "Stone fruit, oak, I'd say a California Chardonnay." He added. It was Ellie's turn to raise eyebrows.
"Very good! Napa Valley to be exact." She looked at the blocks and noted he hadn't put the last one on the top yet. She took it and put both hands behind her back. Luke noted just how nicely her top stretched across her chest as she did this. "Pick a hand." He picked the one with the block winning the starting move.
"What are we playing for?" He asked, sounding crafty.
"I don't know. What do you have in mind?" She smirked, wondering if he had the same thing in mind that she did.
He shrugged. "Loser has to perform a strip tease for the winner." She grinned ear to ear hearing this.
"Okay hot shot. I'll have you know I'm a master at this game. I hope you're wearing cute briefs."
"Maybe, you'll have to win to find out."
They both concentrated on the game intently for a few moves, and then the smack talk began. They taunted one another as the blocks started to wobble. "I don't know, maybe you should stay in the kitchen and let us real men handle the engineering." Luke said. Ellie reached over and flicked his ear sharply causing him to yelp in pain while he giggled.
The game progressed more slowly as the tower got more shaky. Eventually the tower fell to Ellie placing a block on top. "Shit." She said, but she didn't really mind it. She was actually excited about this idea. She had hoped to see him perform for her but the exhibitionist streak in her wanted to show off to him too. "Put the blocks away and find some music you like. I'll be right back."
"Where are you going?" He asked picking up the blocks watching her stand. She leaned over and turned the lights down.
"Well if I'm going to do this, I'm going to do it right." She winked and went into the bedroom again. He had toted up the game and set it aside and grinned to himself that he'd pulled off the coup. After the other night all he'd been able to think about is her body. Her pert breasts, and smooth skin, now he was going to see her strip for him. He was flipping through music until he found some dance music. He started tapping his foot and realized she didn't have much room, so he slid the coffee table aside toward the window. The window! He drew the curtains so nobody would see her. The song he was listening to finished and she still hadn't come back. He wondered momentarily if he'd gone to far when he heard her open the bedroom door. She must have turned off the lights before opening it because he didn't get a peek until she walked out into the room.
She had put her hair up in a lazy twist on top of her head, and changed into a red satin top and gray skirt. She had even gone so far as to put on heels. She looked absolutely stunning as she walked out and noted that he'd made room for her. A small smirk touched her now red lips as she noted the look on his face. She was happy with the reaction but didn't want to let on that she was enjoying his prize as much as he was. She looked off into the distance and listened, then nodded.
"Are you ready for me, Luke?" She asked, her voice husky.
He knew the line she quoted was from a movie, but he just sat there, his mouth hanging open.
She quirked her lips in a wry smile. She began to move with the music stepping carefully, heels on a carpet weren't conducive to graceful movement. She reached down and slipped the heels off tossing them aside and continued. Her sensual movements were already having an effect on Luke and for the first time he didn't care if he hid it or not. Ellie was beautiful, and he was totally captivated by her. She had turned sideways and began unbuttoning the cuffs of her blouse, she turned her back to him, her hips swayed to the music as she got into the music. She reached up and pulled the hair clip out and shook her head, letting her hair cascade down around her shoulders. She looked over her shoulder shooting him a sensual gaze, her hands worked the buttons of her blouse open. She spun around holding the front of her blouse closed and stepped towards him letting her hands fall as the blouse opened giving him a peek of the red and black bra she was wearing beneath it. He swallowed audibly and his jaw dropped open again.
"Thirsty?" She reached over and handed him the half empty wine glass. He took the glass and practically gulped the remaining wine. "Now we hadn't spoken of limits before this all started. Am I on my own with regards to how far I let this go?" She quirked an eyebrow at him, knowing full well she was going all the way, but let him wonder just what he was going to see. She reached up and lifted the blouse from her shoulders and let it slide down her arms slowly. She flipped the blouse over the back of the couch next to him. He could smell her perfume, it was a stronger than before.
He swallowed audibly. "Yes, as far as you comfortable with."
"Is it how you imagined it would be?" He just nodded at her open mouthed. She tapped his ankles wider and danced between his spread legs swaying to the music and lifting her skirt giving him a peek of her smooth thighs. She noted that his jeans were straining to contain him. She couldn't wait to get a look at him either. She turned with the music and reached behind her making a come hither motion with her finger and pointed at the zipper on the back of her skirt. He didn't move for a moment and she looked over her shoulder at him and he was staring at her shimmy back and forth. He didn't move, and she directed his attention back to the zipper. As he reached forward she swayed to the side then back again avoiding his grip. He managed to catch the zipper and slide it down slowly exposing the back of her black satin panties. He reached up and pushed the fabric together releasing the hook. She took his hands and laid them flat on her hips as she swayed with the music. She gave them a small nudge downward and he understood she wanted him to remove the skirt. The skirt gave way as it slipped past her hips, and he gasped at seeing her beautiful behind swaying in front of his face. She stepped free of the skirt and he bent to pick it up and laid it next to her blouse on the back of the couch as she turned.
"How am I doing?" She asked softly. He just nodded excitedly. Ellie was pretty sure that if she asked him to, he'd rob a bank for her right now. It was an exhilarating feeling for her to have him in this state of excitement. "Good." She smiled.
She danced slowly to Wonderful Tonight. How appropriate he thought. As he stared in wide eyed wonder at this beautiful girl.
She ran her hands up and down her body slowly, her head swayed from side to side, her hair partly covered her face as she did. She peeked up at him as the song ended. She nudged his legs together again, and reached down and pulled his knees together. She turned and sat on the very edge of his lap, her butt just barely on his knees. She reached behind her and fanned out her hair and gathered it up over her head. The next song began and she waited for him to take the cue. "Undo me." Luke wasn't sure who's undoing it was when he reached up and unhooked her bra, his hands shaking. She let her hair fall as soon as he did and took the shoulder straps down one at a time before standing again. She held it in place as she released first one then the other shoulder straps. She turned her back to him and tossed the bra to him over her shoulder. He put it with the rest of her clothing. She was standing there swaying in only her black lace panties. He noticed they had a tiny red bow on the front when she had walked over to him a minute before. She spun around with the music, her hands cupping her breasts as she took a step towards him, her nipples stood out hard and pink. She swayed to the music losing herself in the beat. She leaned forward placing her hands on his shoulders.
"We're done, right? I mean, you didn't want me to take everything off did you?" She was clearly taunting him. Luke closed his mouth, swallowing hard and opened again to speak and nothing came out. "No? Okay, I guess we're done then." She said standing again.
"No! I mean please... I..." Luke stammered.
"Please what, Luke?" She asked innocently.
"Please take them off." He whispered desperately.
"No Luke, if you'd like them off, then you take them off." She replied turning her body in a few circular sways. She banged her hips side to side with the beat of the music, and looked over her shoulder to see what he was doing. His eyes were following her butt as she swung it back and forth. She stopped moving. "Well?" She asked over her shoulder. Luke raised shaky hands from his lap wondering if this was real or if he was going to get slapped away at the last minute. His hands were like fire on her skin sending butterflies to her core as he ran his thumbs down, pulling the lacy fabric with them. He was going slowly, the fabric peeling off like the skin from a fruit. They slipped over her beautiful behind and the fabric stuck between her legs for a moment, but he kept pulling, down her smooth thighs past her knees. He let go and saw the slightest peek of her lips, they were pink and very wet. She stepped out of the panties and took a step away from him and turned covering herself with her hand.
The scent that bloomed now that her panties were off made his breathing even more shallow and fast. He honestly wasn't sure why his jeans hadn't exploded yet.
"Are you sure you want to see?" She said, her voice low and husky as she swayed with the music again. He only nodded slowly as he stared at the hand she was covering herself with. She drew her hand lightly against her body and slowly ran it up over to her hip uncovering herself for him. She was shaved and pink, moisture shone on her slight lips. She danced for another song, winked at Luke and disappeared into the bedroom.
Luke started panting, not believing what had just happened. Ellie was so turned on she had to force herself to keep her hands off herself or she'd explode. There would be no telling what Luke would do if he heard her moaning in the throes of an orgasm. Though part of her hoped he wouldn't contain himself and burst in the door throwing her on the bed and having his way with her. She took several deep breaths as she grabbed her bathrobe pulling it on, the soft fabric grazing her taut nipples. She walked back out into the living room and Luke swiveled to see her. A momentary crest-fallen look came to his eyes. Until she sat next to him and nestled against him giving him a long deep kiss.
"You'd better brush up on your dance moves buddy, next time I'm going to beat the pants off you, literally." She said as she softly bit his lower lip. They made out for a while longer, Ellie slowing him down when he got excited. "We should probably get to bed." She said, and Luke's eyes went wide. Ellie stood and went and got her keys pulling the car key free of the chain and brought it back to him. "Thanks for the ride today. You really saved my ass."
"Any time." He said reaching for the key, realizing tonight was done he seemed to get puppy eyes and Ellie just wanted to wrap him up and bundle him off to bed herself but she made herself a promise that she wasn't going to jump him on the first date. Little did Luke realize that tonight was, in her mind, their first date. No matter what he planned for tomorrow, she was done teasing him, she was going to have him. She walked him to the door.
"I can't wait for tomorrow. I bet it will be fun." She smiled and kissed him and grabbed his butt giving it a squeeze through the jeans. "I can't wait to get you out of these." She thought before she reached for the door.
Luke made his way down the steps and went into the house putting his hands into his pockets to hopefully disguise the bulge if his Dad was still up. He walked in and heard the TV and poked his head in to let him know he was home and going to bed.
"Did you two have fun?" He asked. Luke said yes, not entering the little den, but speaking from the dark of the doorway. He turned to go to his room and his dad burst out laughing. He looked over his shoulder and wondered what was so funny, and figured it was just something on TV. He had a distinct problem and figured a shower would help him out with it. He hadn't closed his door for more than a minute when there was a soft rap on it.
"Yea?" He said. The door opened and dad peeked in.
"Hey, I'm glad you two are getting along so well, just be careful Luke."
"What do you mean?"
Dad took a deep breath and started. "I just don't want to see you get hurt. She's a pretty girl, but this is her last year, right? I just don't want you to fall head over heels and have her leave you high and dry."
"I won't, we're just friends."
"Mmm hmm." His dad stepped forward and reached behind him and tugged the black lace panties from the back pocket of his jeans and held them up. "Just make sure you protect yourself." He grinned, handing them to Luke, his face was beet red. Dad smirked and left the room closing the door behind him. He went to take his shower shaking his head.
The next morning he had the hood up on Ellie's car and had tried turning it over a couple times, and the starter took, but it didn't want to fire. He looked into the possible problems and everything looked in good shape, so he figured he'd look up the symptoms online and most pointed to the fuel filter, so he made a quick run down the parts store and picked up a new one. That seemed to do the trick, once it was installed he was able to start her car several times without any problem.
Ellie came trotting down the stairs with a plate and mug. She walked up to Luke and leaned in fast and gave him a kiss. "Thank you! What was wrong?"
"Fuel filter, I replaced it and now it's turning over first try."
"Hungry? I got up earlier than I thought so I baked banana bread."
He smiled. "Absolutely, let me go wash the gas off my hands."
"Here, this will make sure you come back." She broke off a piece and fed it to him. As he hummed his appreciation.
"You think that's all that will have me coming back? Remind me to fix the mirror in your bathroom." He leaned in and kissed her again. "That is awesome banana bread though." He grinned as he jogged into the house. He came back out to find her sitting on the hood of her car, half the slice she'd brought out was gone.
"Do you drink coffee?" She asked, and he nodded. "Guess I should refill this then, huh?" She chuckled. "If you hadn't taken so long to wash up you might have gotten this cup. Come on up, and I'll slice some more of this awesome bread."
"Isn't this how the spider lures the fly into it's web?" He chuckled.
"Can spiders even make banana bread? I can assure you that I'll never trap you, but as my dad used to say, 'If you want the honey, you gotta deal with the bees.' I think he meant that you have to take a chance on the bad stuff to get to the really good stuff."
"Sounds like a good philosophy. I'm kind of scared though. What's the bad stuff?" He paused for a moment.
"Have you always been such a deep thinker?" She asked.
"I used to get called out by my mom for being introverted and quiet. She was always trying to get me out of my shell." He shrugged and smiled. "But quiet doesn't mean stupid."
"I never thought it did." She refilled the mug with coffee and added sugar and milk, and sliced off a fresh slice for him and brought it to him.
"What about you Luke? Are you willing to brave the bees to get the honey?" She asked.
"I've only been called a coward once, by you."
"I called you a chicken, not the same thing." She grinned.
"So... what are we doing today?" Luke just smiled and drank his coffee.
"Jeans, comfortable shoes for walking, and a sweatshirt. That's all you get for now. We should head out early, maybe 2:30 or 3. Is that okay with you?"
"Are we... becoming a 'thing'?" He asked her. The genuine innocence was so sweet.
"Well we've only been hanging out a few weeks, but so far so good." She smiled, and noted that she'd been smiling a lot around him. That was a good sign too.
She was excited and curious. She'd gladly go where ever he wanted right now. She had a quick realization, that her little seduction of Luke was backfiring and without him even trying she was being seduced by him as well. "Do I need to bring anything? Water, snacks?" She asked pushing for a hint.
"No we'll stop at the store on the way." He smirked popping the last bit of bread into his mouth, washing it down with the rest of the coffee. "Oh, I have something of yours too. I'll bring it up when I come to pick you up." She gave him a questioning look. "Don't look so innocent. I turned redder than your satin top when my dad pulled your panties out of my back pocket last night."
Ellie bust out laughing. "I was wondering where they'd gone to. I thought you'd pocketed them you pervert."
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night you stuffed them in my pocket! You were hoping I'd get caught weren't you?"
Ellie had tears in her eyes she was laughing so hard. She didn't have a clue but Luke was hooked now. He had never seen her look more beautiful.
"No, oh my god no. I did sneak them in there, but not for that reason. I figured they'd be a nice little memento of our first date."
"I thought tonight was going to be our first date?" He asked curiously.
"Well I couldn't wait. I invited you to dinner last night, as far as I'm concerned that was our first date." She leaned on her fist smiling at him. "How was it?"
He looked at her wide-eyed, slack jawed. She leaned forward and slipped her tongue between his parted lips and they kissed deeply. "It was fun wasn't it?" She asked hoping for a little reassurance.
"It was fantastic." He whispered urgently and kissed her again. "I'll see you in a couple hours." He gave her another kiss then stood and left looking over his shoulder at her beaming back at him. He smiled as he headed down into the house to spend a little time knocking off schoolwork before going out for the night.
He knocked on her door at 2:30 sharp. She called out for him to come in. He heard close the closet door, and she popped out of the bedroom in jeans and a black turtleneck. She held her arms out. "Is this okay?" She asked.
"Perfect." He smiled. They headed down to his car and once again he opened the door for her letting her settle in before he closed it. He hopped into the drivers seat and they were on their way. He drove out to the shopping center and pulled into a space at the grocery store.
"When you were a kid, what were the things you remember most about holiday meals. What was that one thing you couldn't wait for?" He asked, he tilted his head indicating they were going inside.
"This is a first, a date at the supermarket." She chuckled.
"Seriously. Was there something special that you only had at that time of the year but not usually any other."
"Mashed potatoes with a lot of butter and pepper. Oh and my mom only used to make that string bean casserole at holidays. I love that too. Pie is a given, pumpkin and pecan, I'd have both." She smiled.
"Good, good to know. He grabbed a basket and they started wandering around the store and he picked up the makings of the casserole. A couple boxes of instant mashed potatoes, and some canned gravy. He found canned pumpkin and put some of that in the basket. "What else?" Ellie gave him a curious look trying to figure out what he was doing.
"Well, she used to make glazed carrots too. If we were lucky, relatives from up north would send her a bottle of real maple syrup, otherwise she would make it from butter and brown sugar. That was awesome." He found carrots and put several cans in the basket as well.
"Anything else?"
"Scrabble, well that's what we called it. The rest of the world knows it as party mix with the cereal and pretzels baked with seasoned salt and our secret weapon, Worcestershire sauce." Luke found the cereal aisle and grabbed the ingredients, and made his way to the chip aisle and found pretzels to go with it stating that they always had pretzels and mixed nuts in theirs. He looked down and seemed to be counting.
"Okay, first thing that comes to your mind when I say, comfort food."
"Mac and cheese." She said, and he grinned.
"Good choice." He stocked up on the blue boxes.
"Are we stocking a fallout shelter?" She said nervously. He chuckled.
"You didn't see the big hole we've dug in the back yard?" Ellie just rolled her eyes and grinned, she knew this had to be going somewhere and she was getting more curious. They made their way to the front and got in line at the check out filling a couple of the re-usable shopping bags with their groceries. He stowed all the groceries in the trunk and held the door open for Ellie once again. They were on the road again heading out of town.
"Okay, you've got me. I haven't got a clue what we're doing." She giggled. Nearly twenty minutes later Luke turned down a side road following a sign pointing out a fairground entrance. A few miles down the tree lined road the area opened up to fields filled with cars and signs for the county fall harvest festival. He made his way carefully up the dirt path and finding someone directing the parking.
"But why the store?" She smiled as he handed her the lightest of the grocery bags. They walked towards the gate and she saw the truck and tables. A sign indicating donations for the holiday food pantry in lieu of admission to the park could be made there. Ellie grinned at Luke, finally realizing his plan. They brought the bags up to one of the tables and the older couple behind thanked them and asked how many items they had brought. Luke told them twenty-seven, ten per ticket had been requested. "We went a little crazy remembering what we loved about holiday dinners and lost count." The lady fawned over them while her husband took the bags back to a sorting area near the truck, and thanked them. They took their tickets and went into the fair.
They wandered through the attractions. Luke showed off his prowess for carnival games and won Ellie a stuffed tiger. They wandered through the exhibits, marveling at the giant pumpkins and petting the cute animals. They found the food vendors and ate everything that was bad for them, but you only go to the fair once a year, so they indulged. There was even a concert that night and they sat in the grandstand listening to the band. Ellie was glad he told her to bring a sweatshirt because it had turned cooler as the sun went down. She hardly noticed as they sat there with their arms around one another. He rubbed her back as she held him tight.
"Why didn't you just tell me about the food drive?" She asked.
"I didn't want you to think I was trying to impress you." He paused. "My folks were pretty lucky. They both had good jobs and made a good living. We've never wanted for anything. Well there was this one time I wanted a dirt bike and they said no, but that wasn't because of the money. I think they just wanted me to live to be twelve at the very least. They never let me get jaded, you know, they always wanted me to know there were people who didn't have. They were much more subtle than the usual, 'Eat your broccoli, kids are starving in Africa' parents. Hell, I never realized that some of those less fortunate families were kids I went to school with until years later. Giving back is just something they taught me to do. Besides it seemed more fun that way." Luke smiled down at her. "I got to tease you for a change."
"Well, it didn't work."
"Huh?"
"I'm impressed anyway." She smiled. "You spent almost twice the cost of those tickets filling those bags."
After the last song finished a loud whistle screamed out followed by a loud boom. Fireworks had started behind the stage and they sat and watched them arm in arm. Ellie laid her head on his shoulder as they watched, both occasionally jumping at the explosions.
Ellie had taken hold of Luke's hand as they made their way home down the dark winding roads. She massaged it with her thumb rubbing in slow circles.
"Thanks, I had a great time." She said softly. She could make out his grin by the dash lights.
"Me too." He gave her hand a squeeze.
"Luke? When I asked the other night if you've ever made out before, you said you hadn't. Have you ever had a girlfriend? I mean, have you ever had sex?" Her voice was soft but with an inquisitive edge to it. His hand flexed a few times in hers.
"No." He replied with a nearly silent sigh.
"Any reason?" She pressed. "It can't be that you've never had a chance. You must have had to beat the girls away with a stick in high school." A soft giggle followed the comment.
"I was pretty quiet, I didn't have a lot of friends." He shrugged. Neither spoke the rest of the way home. Ellie had laid his hand on her lap and continued to rub it gently, and he rubbed her leg through her jeans. They pulled into the drive and parked. With all the lights off in the car Ellie slid his hand further up her thigh, and leaned over to kiss him. She was eager and let it be known in her kiss and he responded in kind gripping her thigh tightly.
"Would you walk me up?" She asked pulling away from his lips reluctantly. He got out and walked around to her door opening it. She stood, looked into his eyes and took his hand and led him up the stairs. "Would you like to come in?" She wasn't sure if she needed to coax him but he was already in the doorway closing it behind him. A faint smile came to her lips and she tried to hide it. He returned the little smirk in kind. "There's a bottle of wine in the fridge. Why don't you open it up, and I'll be right back." She bit her lip and smiled backing her way to the bedroom. She was giddy because she knew she would have him tonight. She undressed and replaced her every day underthings with the yellow lingerie she bought the day they went shopping together, and dressed again. She wanted to see his face as he peeled her out of her clothes.
She entered the room and Luke stood up. "Who taught him this stuff?" Ellie wondered. She turned off the overhead light and put on a small table lamp. They sat down on the sofa, Ellie leaned into him pulling her legs up beneath her.
"Did you really you have a good time tonight?" He asked. Ellie chuckled and looked him in the eyes. Her smile slipped away as she leaned in to kiss him deeply.
"The night's not over yet." She whispered.
Luke's nervousness was slipping away as he and Ellie began kissing in earnest. He leaned back pulling her on top of him as their hands began to roam over each other. His hand slid up her back slowly lifting the hem of her shirt, he sent shivers up her spine as he caressed her skin. She joined in and reached between them and unbuttoned his shirt pulling it free of his jeans and ran her hand up his t-shirt playing with his nipple.
Ellie broke free of his warm lips and came up to a kneel between his legs, and looked down at him as she crossed her arms lifting her turtleneck up and over her head. She shook her hair out as she tossed the shirt onto a side chair and smiled down at him. She grinned showing off the little yellow lace bra, which made him smile. Luke reached up and grasped the front of her jeans pulling her off balance and back onto his chest in a flurry of giggles. His hands not only roamed her back, but now slid between them as he ran his palm up her bra eliciting a soft moan as he massage her breasts through the fabric.
"The clasp is in back." She said in a clear invitation. Using his other hand he reached down between her legs and dragged her higher up his body, placing her breast within easy reach of him. Rather than unsnap the band he slipped the strap off her shoulder and pulled the cup down revealing smooth white skin and puckered pink nipple to his hungry mouth. He kissed it gently, causing Ellie to gasp as his tongue ran lazy circles around the tip causing it get even harder. Her breathing was short and quick. She pulled away from his agonizing teasing, placing her forehead against his, and closed her eyes.
"I don't know if you want this, but I do. Would you take me to bed and make love to me Luke?"
He looked her in the eyes for a moment thinking it would be his pleasure. Her eyes closed for a moment, when she opened them, he felt himself fall into their depths, and he was gone. He kissed her deeply.
She stood shakily, Luke reached for her steadying her. She smiled as she took his hand and pulled him up too. He wrapped his arms around her taking her mouth with his again. He fumbled a few times with the hook of her bra. She smiled.
"Don't worry, practice makes perfect."
"I hope I get a lot of practice then."
She walked backwards pulling him with her into the bedroom. She reached down and unbuttoned her jeans turning and giving her butt a little wiggle as she pushed them off showing her yellow lace panties, which thanks to the heavy petting on the couch were now quite damp. She kicked them aside and turned back to Luke who just stood there staring, his mouth hanging open. She smiled and pushed his unbuttoned shirt off his shoulders and down his arms. He reached to take off the tee, and she stopped him.
"Allow me."
She lifted the hem of the shirt and ran her hands up his chest and sides lifting the shirt with it.
"You don't know how much I wanted to do this yesterday morning when you answered the door." She smiled as she stroked his nipples with her thumbs. "I want you to know how good this feels." She said leaning forward and taking one into her mouth swirling her tongue and flicking it. Luke's breathing got shallow a fast. She took it between her teeth, giving just a light tug before letting it free. Luke gasped at the sensation. She pushed the shirt up and he raised his arms letting her pull it off completely.
"Damn do you look good without a shirt on." She said.
"You look pretty fantastic without one too." He replied smiling. They kissed again, their bare chests touching for the first time sent shocks through them both. The heat they were building was intense and made the room feel cool in comparison. He felt hands on his belt fiddling with it to get it loose, soon his jeans were unbuttoned and the zipper slid down. Her hand slid down inside massaging the length of him through his boxers.
"Mmm, that feels nice." She mumbled into his kiss.
"It's not very..." She halted him with a firmly planted kiss.
"Enough of that, you've been watching too much porn." She giggled. "Remember, the pyramids were built with hand tools, it's not the size of your tool, it's how you use it." That made Luke chuckle. She began kissing her way down his chest and stomach and eventually knelt in front of him. She reached up and tugged the jeans down to his knees seeing his boxers strain to contain his hardness. She peered up at Luke from under a fallen lock of hair as she reached slowly for the waistband. She pulled down slowly, revealing it finally. Slowly a grin crept across her face as she looked up again.
"It's perfect." She said biting her lip. She looked down at it, he wasn't huge, but he was above average. She couldn't wait to have him inside her. She peeked up again. "Mind if I take the edge off for you?" Luke just tilted his head wondering what she meant just as she leaned forward and took him into her mouth.
Luke let out a gasp as her lips engulfed him. It's a wonder his knees didn't buckle and land him on the floor. She started slowly taking a little more in with each stroke. She let him free and licked the length of him. He was gasping for air, she knew he wouldn't last decided to bring him some relief. She began bobbing her head while stroking him bringing him to the brink.
"Ellie! I'm.." He didn't get the words out by the time she felt the rush hit the back of her throat. She swallowed quickly hoping she could keep up.
"I'm sorry! Oh, shit." Luke said looking down at her. As she continued to lick and suck him.
"Well I'm not. Now that the edge is off we can take our time." She gave him a last lick to clean the tip. "I'm torn between wanting to instruct you and letting you discover on your own. Is there anything you've seen that you've wanted to try?"
Luke's expression changed from horror to astonishment. Was this beautiful girl kneeling in front of him gave free reign to his sexual fantasies? He reached down taking her elbow and lifted her up so she was standing again, and quickly kicked the rest of his clothing free. Ellie turned and went to the bed pulled back the covers and laid down and looked at him expectantly.
"Why am I naked and you've still got those on?" He said nodding at her lacy yellow panties.
She grinned. "It's because you haven't taken them off yet." She snickered. "Though maybe I should do that myself before you pilfer all of my panties."
Luke grinned and walked over to her and sat on the edge of the bed, and reached for the waistband, he gave a quick peek up at her, she just straightened out and lifted her hips off the mattress giving him the go ahead to slip them off. They released from her hips and as he pulled them from between her thighs the moisture held them in place for a moment as he pulled them free, sliding them down her legs.
"They're soaking." He said surprised.
Ellie rolled her eyes a bit and smirked. "You have a, uh, certain effect on me. What can I say?" She sat up leaning into his kiss. "Have you thought about it, or shall I take the lead?"
"I want to taste you." He said in a whisper. She kissed him deeply.
"Well you know what I taste like up here. Why not explore a little." She said in a deep voice he'd never heard her use before. He did just that, working his way down her neck leaving a trail of kisses that caused her to sigh deeply. Then laid a trail to her breasts taking an excruciatingly long time to take her nipple into his mouth. She moaned a little deeper and ran a hand through his hair while her other found his still hard cock and massaged it slowly not wanting him to go off in her hand. He lavished attention on her breasts for a while, and Ellie began to wonder if he'd go any further so she gently pulled herself up causing his mouth to land on her rib cage, hoping that would be incentive to continue south. It worked, he made his way down her stomach giving her belly button a little lick causing her to giggle. She gave his hair a tug to get him to stop. He hesitated as he made his way down over her smooth skin kissing his way around, dragging his tongue slowly nearly torturing her her. He slipped around pushing her legs apart and lay between her raised knees. He leaned forward and kissed her, his tongue teasing it's way up her swollen pink lips causing Ellie to gasp and grip his hair a little tighter. It took all of her reserve to not pull him down into her, as she relaxed her grip he began to explore and he took the cues she gave him very well, as she leaned in and lifted. He was very attentive and gentle, almost too gentle as her climax neared she moaned a little louder, a little quicker. Luke surprised her by slipping a finger into her molten core and taking her clit between his lips causing her to cry out and arch up as she peaked quickly. After a couple minutes of panting she lifted Luke's head by his hair from the task of cleaning up the mess he'd made of her.
"You've never done that before?" She asked, an edge in her voice. He just looked at her in wide-eyed innocence and shook his head back and forth.
"Did I do something wrong?" He asked, suddenly worried. She just fell back and laughed.
"No, you did everything right, that's why I wondered." Luke crawled up beside her and she looked over at his sweet face lacquered in her own honey. She leaned over and kissed him, tasting herself on his tongue. "Listen. I'm on the pill, but I want you to wear a condom anyway. A girl can never be too safe." Luke's eyes went wide.
"Shit, I don't have any. I mean... I never."
Ellie giggled and reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out a little foil packet. "It's a good thing I was hoping this would happen and prepared for it."
Luke's eyes went wide.
"Oh seriously. Guys can be as thick as bricks sometimes. I've been practically throwing myself at you since I moved in Luke. Hasn't it been obvious?"
"Well I just thought you were being friendly, and well a bit of a flirt. I didn't think any more of it until last night." He shrugged.
"You surprised me with the stakes of that Jenga game." She smiled. "I'm glad I lost."
"I'm glad you did too." He grinned.
"Lay back." She put the packet to her teeth and tore it open. "See how it's rolled. Place it at the tip, and unroll it like this, and voila. Mr. Happy is now properly dressed for the ball." Ellie looked down at it, and her smile faded into a look of need as she looked up at Luke. "Let me." She placed a hand on his chest as she rose up and threw a leg over his body and straddled his hips. She took his length and ran it against her before settling gently down on it. She let out a gasp as he entered her slowly. Luke lay back taking short quick breaths wanting badly to raise his hips and drive himself into her. Ellie was in control of the moment, a hand firmly on his chest as she lowered herself further, as she took him in she sped up burying him into her completely causing them both to cry out.
"Oh that feels nice!" She said as she clenched down on him causing him to gasp again. She rose up slowly causing her own deep moan. She rode him for several strokes as he took hold of her hips getting into the rhythm of her body. She pressed herself down on him and leaned forward and kissed him. "Luke?"
"Mmm?"
"Roll me onto my back and fuck me good and hard." She said biting his lip.
He smiled as he wrapped an arm around her and rolled over taking her with him. She adjusted quickly and her legs went around him rocking her hips to get him to start. He was a quick study, and he began thrusting into her in long deep strokes as he attacked her mouth and neck.
"Harder!" She urged. "Don't stop!"
He had no intention of stopping if anything he was scared he was hurting her as the sound of their flesh meeting repeatedly rang throughout the room.
"Yes!" Ellie cried repeatedly. He felt his climax approaching again. Ellie began to shudder under him as she let out a series of high pitched moans, he knew then he couldn't hold out any longer and pushed hard into her releasing as she gripped down on him. He collapsed unable to hold himself up any longer.
They lay there gasping for breath for a long while when Ellie leaned over and whispered into Luke's ear, in a little sing-song way. "Guess who's not a virgin now?" She kissed his cheek as she heard him laughing into her shoulder.
"What now?" He asked.
"Well, first thing you may want to do is go and tie off your little goody bag and trash it." She said. She looked deeply into his eyes. "Will you stay with me tonight?" She asked. He didn't know why but Luke's throat tightened. He looked into her dark eyes, a feeling of falling into them washed over him.
"Yes." He whispered. "I hope you don't snore though, I'm a light sleeper." He grinned.
They both busted out laughing as he rose to go clean up. When he came back the bed had been remade, Ellie lay there wearing his t-shirt which was enticingly short, her long supple legs leading up to the hem, it was obvious that she hadn't bothered with putting her panties back on. He turned off the light and crawled in beside her, they kissed, and explored as the fell asleep.
Deep in the night they stirred, this time Luke took her slowly. She looked up, the faint light of a streetlight limned his body. Soft moans and whispers broke the peace as they concluded their lovemaking. The quiet enveloped them as they drifted off again.
The rumble of the door opener in the garage woke Luke. His head popped up realizing he wasn't in his room. He looked down quickly and found shining brown eyes smiling up at him.
"Good morning."
The blanket had pulled down and Ellie's breasts were in full view.
"Pardon the morning breath." He said as he kissed her. "You lost your shirt."
She giggled. "More like you peeled it off in the middle of the night."
"Oh shit!" He grimaced, looking at her neck.
"What?"
"I'm sorry. I had no idea." A panicked look settled on his face.
"What?!" She started to panic, and she noticed he was looking at her neck. She bolted out of bed and ran to the bathroom. A moment later she busted out laughing. "I look like I was attacked by a gang of vampires." She came back out smiling. "Good thing I like turtlenecks."
Luke was somewhat relieved but still worried. "I'm sorry!" He said again concerned that she'd be mad at him for looking like she'd been beaten.
"You have absolutely nothing to be sorry about." She leaned forward kissing him quickly. "Except maybe waking me up with this a couple times over the last few hours." She said reaching under the blanket and grasping his hard cock. "Let me check I may have a spare toothbrush, unless you want to run down and grab yours." She grinned. "Sounds like your dad just left."
"Yea I'm guessing he went to breakfast without me." He smirked. "We like this place in town, it has a large glassed in dining room like a greenhouse. On Sundays they do a jazz brunch." He looked over at the clock noting it was much later than he usually woke.
Ellie smirked. "Well we did have quite a workout last night. It's to be expected."
"Let me text him. If we hurry we can join him." Luke said. "If you'd like to, I mean."
"I'm torn between having my way with you yet again, but we'll have plenty of time later. I'd love breakfast. Let me go clean up and find a way to hide the damage. You brute!"
"I should probably grab a clean shirt clean up myself. Jeans are fine." Luke grabbed his jeans pulling them on and pulling on his shirt and made a beeline for the door. He paused at the bottom of the steps to text his dad then made his way into the house to wash up and change. He bolted out of the house to find Ellie leaning against the garage.
"Guys, always taking forever to get ready." She shook her head. She looked absolutely radiant in the morning sunshine.
"What can I say. I don't just roll out of bed looking this good, it takes work you know."
Ellie chuckled as she said. "Seeing first hand evidence to the contrary, I'm calling bullshit."
"He said he'd just have coffee and wait for us."
They walked into the restaurant and were directed to the table where he sat. Derek stood as they approached.
"Now I see where he gets it. Hi Mr. Page."
"Please, call me Derek. What do you mean?"
Ellie grinned as she sat down. "I've never seen a guy stand when I walk in the room, or hold the door for me like Luke does. It's nice."
"Well chivalry never goes out of style." He smiled. "I ordered us the sticky buns, they should be out soon. They make their own here, and they're endless. Thankfully, after seeing how many of them Luke can eat." They all got a chuckle at that. Luke rolled his eyes.
"Did you kids have fun at the fair?"
"We had a blast." Ellie said beaming. "Hercules here won me a stuffed tiger, and everything."
They chatted amiably about school, work and the jazz band group playing at the other end of the dining room.
"What are you doing for the holiday next week?" Derek asked her.
"I'm going back home for the weekend. My mother and my aunt own a bed & breakfast up on a lake. It's a huge old house which makes it perfect for everybody." Ellie said. "What about you boys?"
"Not much, we'll probably have dinner out and catch some football." Derek replied.
"No way! You don't have any family around here?"
"None nearby."
Ellie gave them a shrewd look. "Do you work Friday?"
Derek shook his head. She already knew Luke was free. She paused for a moment and excused herself to go find the ladies room.
"Those are some pretty nice shiners." Derek commented. "When she moves a few of them peek up above the turtleneck." He grinned.
Luke turned red. "Uh, yea. Well we went up to her place after we got home."
Derek grinned held up his hand, and gave a little shake to his head. "No need to explain, you're both adults."
They both stopped speaking and stood as Ellie walked back to the table putting her cellphone in her pocket. She smiled at both of them as she sat down again.
"You are both now busy for the Thanksgiving holiday. It would be my pleasure if you would join me next week at the B&B. They have satellite so you won't miss any football." She grinned.
"Thank you, but we couldn't impose." Derek said.
"It's no imposition, there will be guests there as well. I just called my aunt and asked if there was room and she said there are still plenty of rooms available for you to stay over. It's about an hour away up near the state park on the west side." She smiled at him then looked at Luke. "Besides, I was going to try and drag him away with me. It doesn't seem fair to leave you all alone. I've already told her you would accept. No backing out now."
"You're a regular fireball aren't you?" Derek grinned. "I guess I have no leave but to accept on my behalf. What about you Luke. Think you can be persuaded to spend an entire weekend in country with a lovely lady?"
Luke looked at Ellie grinning. "It'll be tough, but I think I'll manage." She raised an eyebrow slightly and nudged him in the shin with her toe. "Ow!"
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I vacationed in a small fishing village on the gulf coast of Mexico a few times a year, back in my younger days. I was introduced to the place by a friend of mine and I won't say what village or exactly where because I don't want a flood of tourists there. That place was fifty years in the past or so it seems. Life was slow and having fun was as much of a way of life as making a living.
There are a lot of stories I could tell about that place and I might in the future but right now I'm thinking about Lora. She was a maid at the small hotel where I always stayed. She was tall with long dark hair and even darker eyes. Super model thin she wasn't but she wasn't fat either. She was what a woman should look like, soft curves, and a full figure.
I always stayed in the corner room on the third floor. That put me high enough to be above the noise of the street and gave me two sets of French doors for light. It was also as high as you could go in the tallest building in town. The room had two balconies, one overlooking the beach, and one overlooking the small market. I'd spend my mornings and evenings watching the girls on the beach and midday watching the local ladies shop in the market.
Lora always cleaned my room around ten every day, which was my time to switch balconies, as the sun was getting hot. It also allowed me to watch Lora from behind as she made the bed. The short skirt of her maids uniform was tight and rode high up on the backs of her thighs as she bent to tuck the sheets in. With the heels she always wore, the muscles in the backs of her thighs and calves were tight, and the bottom of her gorgeous ass would peek at me from under the hem of the skirt.
She didn't wear panties so her long narrow smoothly shaven sex peeked at me from between the tops of her thighs. Needless to say I got very little writing done while she was in the room. Sometimes she would catch me looking at her and she would smile shyly and blush. The blush was hard to detect with her dark skin but it would take on a more reddish color.
When she moved to the other side of the bed, the front of her loose uniform blouse would open and close as she worked the sheets. With no bra on and four buttons undone her breasts would flash in and out of view tantalizingly. Her breasts were full but not overly large. They actually looked small on her. I wasn't complaining in any way, mind you, I enjoyed the show.
I never was sure if she realized how much of a show she was putting on for me, or if she was doing it on purpose to tease me. Her English was very bad and my Spanish not much better, so our conversations were very limited. I also never figured out how old she was. At times she seemed in her early twenties and at other times her mid forties. She was beautiful to me, and a mystery that I love to remember.
My camera and binoculars were kept in a chair just inside the French doors on the beach side. It was also the chair that Lora used to dust the tops of the tall wardrobe and the freestanding clothes closet. She also dusted the blades on the ceiling fans. In that chair I was treated to an excellent view of her legs, sex, and ass. If I didn't have a hard on by the time she finished the bed, I definitely would by the time she finished dusting.
I always thought about asking her out or at least making a pass at her, but with the language barrier and the fact that I didn't want to screw up a good thing, I never did.
Normally, she would move the camera and binoculars to the bed and go about her business but one day she picked up the binoculars and scanned the beach with them. After a moment, she giggled and said something in Spanish looking at me with a grin. I had the idea that she was calling me a dirty old man for watching the girls sunning topless and nude on the beach.
She picked up the camera, looked at it, and then back at the beach. She giggled again, pointed it at the beach, and made a clicking sound. With a grin, I nodded to her. She laughed and put the camera down, once again speaking to me in Spanish. I shook my head and told her I didn't understand. She frowned and then sighed as she moved my equipment to the bed and went about her dusting.
I smiled as I watched her, a plan for the next day forming in my dirty old man's brain. Maybe I could break the ice a little and not make it seem so forward.
The next day as I moved to the market side balcony, I took my camera with me. Lora went about her daily routine and I happily snapped pictures of her with the digital camera. She only realized what I was doing when she moved to the far side of the bed and bent over to tuck in the sheet. I watched her through the lens of the camera as she looked at me, with her mouth open and her eyes wide.
I lowered the camera and smiled at her as I said, "It's alright, go ahead like I'm not here."
She looked at me quizzically for a second and then grinned as she went back to work on the bed. I went back to taking pictures but I noticed that she was now moving slower and pausing ever so often when she was stretched out one way or the other. She also wore a big smile the whole time.
When she got up on the chair to dust, I noted that she had her legs wider apart than normal and her ass stuck out more. I grinned as I realized that she was enjoying this as much as I was. I wondered what she would do and think when I showed her the pictures.
By the time she finished and left the room, I had a hundred pictures and a raging hard on. The hard on stayed for most of the afternoon as I downloaded the pictures, cropped, and sized them. I ended up setting the pictures up in a slideshow and then sat there and watched it run completely through several times. Fantastic was the word that kept floating through my mind.
Later that afternoon, I moved to the beach balcony and scanned it with my binoculars. There was the usual group of young people scattered out along the beach in various states of undress and/or completely nude. I had pictures of most all of them. The ones I wanted pictures of anyway.
I was about to put the binoculars away when a tall woman in a short beach robe came walking off the narrow boardwalk and headed out across the sand right in front of my balcony. Her long dark hair and long shapely legs made me put down the binoculars and pick up my camera.
I zoomed in on her and took several pictures as she spread her towel and slipped off the robe. I groaned softly, she was completely nude. I quickly snapped off several more shots of her breathtaking ass as she lay down with her feet toward me and her head toward the ocean. My hands were shaking, so I lowered the camera and took several deep breaths.
When she had gone to her knees lying down, her ass had been high in the air for a moment. To say it was spectacular would be and understatement. Her pussy was displayed to perfection; even the darker brown ring of her anus was clearly visible. My dick had sprung to life and hurt, as it was so hard. In my mind I was behind her in that position with my tongue exploring every inch of her ass and sex.
I gave a shiver and a jerk as I pulled my mind off the fantasy and back to reality. The woman lay like that for a long time as I closely watched her. I was beginning to wonder if she was ever gong to move, when she pushed up and came back up on her knees. I grabbed the camera and took pictures as she got up and then moved around to sit facing the water.
Her fabulous ass had been displayed just as well this time as the last and my hands were once again shaking as I lowered the camera. I blew out a long slow breath and then sighed. I had to have a picture of the front of her to make everything complete.
I didn't get it. Room service delivered my supper and when I returned to the balcony, she was gone. I cussed as I went back inside to eat.
The next morning when Lora arrived to clean the room I motioned her over to where I was sitting. I turned the laptop toward her and hit the key to start the slideshow I had made of her. She gasped loudly and blushed deep enough that I could definitely see the red under her brown skin.
She watched the ones from behind as she made the bed and the ones from the front and didn't say a word. When the ones from the chair started to scroll past, she rattled off something in Spanish and blushed again as she turned and ran to my bathroom.
I didn't know what she said and hoped I hadn't offended her. Then again, I hadn't known what to expect, so her turning shy and running away shouldn't have surprised me. I sighed and shut the slideshow down. Oh well, nothing venture, nothing gained.
The sound of the bathroom door opening drew my attention. As my eyes took in Lora, my mouth dropped open. Talk about surprises, she was standing there with nothing on but her high heeled sandals. I was stunned by her beauty and frozen in place.
She smiled shyly and said a few sentences in Spanish. This broke the spell as I shook my head and told her I didn't understand. She pointed at something, speaking again. When I looked confused, she brought her hands up and mimed someone taking pictures. I grinned as I picked up the camera.
I took several hundred pictures of her as she did her work naked. She was smiling broadly and made sure I got a good view of her in any and all positions. The ones from the rear reminded me of the woman on the beach and my dick got even harder than it had been. When she went around the bed, she paused and caressed her breasts. With a soft moan she pinched and twisted her long hard nipples. She gave a long drawn out shivering shake and sighed as she went back to making the bed.
She got the chair and moved it to the center of the room. Taking a seat facing me, she spread her legs and leaned back. She spoke softly in Spanish for a moment and then grinned as she caressed her breasts again. I took pictures of her as she played with her breasts and nipples. She was breathing hard by the time one hand dropped to her lap. She used two fingers to part the outer lips and give me a view of her bright pink wet slit.
Speaking in Spanish again she rubbed a finger up and down in her slit and then arched her back as the finger circled her pink clit. She slipped down in the chair and spread her legs wider. I felt my tongue on my lips and she giggled softly, with a nervous overtone. She sighed deeply and crooked a finger at me, the same finger that had been in her pussy.
Extremely aware of the tent in the front of my shorts, I got up and walked toward her. Her eyes were on the tent as a big grin spread across her face. When I was about three feet away, she held up her hand and then pointed at the floor. I knelt down. She smiled at me as the finger returned to rolling her clit around. She shivered and then moaned loudly as I took a picture of her finger and sex.
Between moans, she was muttering softly in Spanish. I snapped picture after picture. Suddenly her other hand left her breast and dropped to her lap to stab a finger in her wet vagina. She gasped loudly and arched her hips up as she came. I could see the juices from her pussy seeping around her finger and running down the crack of her lovely ass.
I took pictures of her face as she slowly lowered her hips back to the chair. She had such a serine look, a well-satisfied look. When her eyes fluttered open, she smiled shyly and took several deep breaths before whispering to me in Spanish. I didn't understand a word but I smiled back and nodded.
With a giggle she took her hands away from her sex and brought the wet shiny one from her pussy up to her lips. I almost forgot the camera as she licked and sucked on it. I did get a couple of shots though. Then I took a shot of her open wet sex, which made her giggle again for some reason.
When I looked at her face she grinned and motioned me forward. I knee walked forward. As I got closer to her, she sat up, took the camera from me, and sat it one the floor. Then her hands went to the back of my head and she pulled my face down towards her sex. I didn't need much more of a hint as I buried my face in her sex and planted my tongue deep in her wetness.
Lora's hips jerked and then bridged up as my tongue worked in her sopping wet sweet pussy. My hands went under her and cupped her ass cheeks, holding her up as I licked her slit and teased her clit. She was moaning softly and jerked as my tongue touched her clit. She flexed her hips as my tongue circled it. It wouldn't take much more of that to set her off again, I realized.
I dropped lower and licked from her anus up to her clit. I repeated the motion, pausing to dip in her vagina and to circle her clit. She was jerking and moaning loudly each time I touched her asshole, her vagina, and her clit. I could tell that her building orgasm was growing higher and higher.
Wanting to prolong the experience and build her orgasm, I dropped to her asshole and tongued it. Her hips jerked up and she arched her back rolling her ass toward me. I spread her cheeks wider with my hands and feasted on her, stabbing my tongue into the tight ring of muscles repeatedly. It only took a moment for her to come and come hard.
I raised my head and stabbed my tongue into her pulsing sex. She yelled and grabbed a double handful of my hair, pulling me tighter to her. Her hips flexed and I tongue fucked her in rhythm with her hips. She was yelling again as her hips flexed faster and harder. I held on and kept my tongue moving until she shivered and started to slow.
As weight came onto my hands as her ass started to settle back toward the chair, I lifted my head and sucked in her clit. She jerked and went strangely silent as her hips bucked and jerked to a new rhythm. My tongue danced over and around her clit as her orgasm shot back up like a rocket. Sucking on her clit and flicking it back and forth with my tongue brought a gurgling gasp and then a howl of pleasure.
A moment or so later her hands were pulling at my head trying to get me away from her overly sensitive clit. I reluctantly let her move my head away from it. I sat back on my heels and licked my lips. I could feel wetness on my face from cheek to cheek and from my chin to my nose. I was a mess but I was grinning like an idiot.
Lora was lolled back in the chair, her head thrown back, her arms hanging down by her sides, her legs spread open wide. She was totally out of it except for her heavy breathing and small tremors that ran up and down her body from time to time. I picked up the camera and took pictures of her. I took overall shots and close-ups. I even stood up and took even more as I walked around her.
After a while, she sighed and slowly lifted her head with a deep groan. She mumbled in Spanish and then opened her eyes. I was sitting on the end of the bed smiling at her. She grinned and shook her head, saying more that I didn't understand, but I had an idea that she was talking about how wrung out she was and how much of mess she had made.
I grinned as I pointed to her and then the bathroom. She chuckled dryly and then nodded. I got off the bed, went to my little icebox, and got her a bottle of water. She looked at it, thanked me, and drank deeply. After she had drunk most of it, she smiled shyly and sat up, closing her legs. I had to help her to her feet.
At one point as I helped her to the bathroom, her hand brushed against the raging hard on in the front of my shorts. She paused for a second and then wrapped her fingers around it. She muttered in Spanish and then sighed as she let me go.
In the bathroom, she sat on the commode as I got the water turned on in the glass fronted shower stall. I heard water behind me and turned to look at Lora, she giggled softly and sighed. I chuckled and went to get my camera.
When I returned Lora was in the shower and soaping her body up. The white lather contrasted highly with her dark brown skin tone. I took pictures of her as she had left the shower door open. She even turned and put her foot up on the shower seat as she washed her sex and the crack of her ass. She gave a shiver at one point and moved her hands to her breasts.
I continued to take pictures as she rinsed the soap off and more as she dried herself with a big fluffy white towel. By the time she was finished I had to go unload the camera as I had filled up the big chip I had in it.
I dumped the pictures to my laptop hurriedly and turned to find Lora lying on my bed. I looked at her questioningly. She smiled and patted the bed next to her. I moved over to the side of the bed and leaned over to kiss her. She shook her head and turned so her sex was visible. She pointed to the tent in the front of my shorts and then at her pussy, shaking her head.
With a nod that I understood, I leaned over to kiss her. She kissed me passionately and murmured softly as my tongue slipped into her mouth to duel with hers. My hand rested lightly on her belly and slowly moved up to cup and caress her firm breasts. She arched her back, pressing her tits tighter to my hand. She moaned softly as I teased her nipples, pinching and rolling them between my thumb and forefinger.
She was breathing hard enough that we had to break the kiss by the time my hand slipped down to cup her sex. She rolled her hips up and gasped as my finger slipped between the folds of her sex. She shivered as my finger ran up and down from her slippery opening to her fully exposed clit. She jerked and grabbed my hand as I rolled her clit around.
I looked up at her face and she shook her head, saying something quickly that I figured meant her clit was sensitive, to sensitive. I leaned over to kiss her again but she stopped me with her hands on my chest. She talked and then pulled on my shirt. I grinned as I stood up to undress.
I'm in my mid forties and not in bad shape. I'm not muscle bound or pumped but my stomach is flat and my chest and arms are filled out. Lora's eyes wandered over my upper body, a smile on her face. When my hands went to the waistband of my shorts, her eyes followed. I grinned at her and turned around. She whispered something to me and giggled.
I pulled the shorts down and the dropped them to the floor. I always considered my legs as my strongest point but there's nothing wrong with my ass. It's as hard as a rock. Lora murmured behind me and I looked over my shoulder to see her grinning. When I turned around, her eyes were locked onto my manhood. Her eyes got wide and her mouth dropped open slightly.
My dick isn't much bigger than normal but it's well formed and my balls are on the large size. My dick was standing up tightly against my belly. I've shaved my balls and around the base of my shaft ever since I spent some time in Japan in my early twenties but that's a whole other story.
Lora nodded slowly to herself and licked her lips. I chuckled as she scooted over to the edge of the bed and sat up with her feet on the floor. Her face was only a foot or so from my dick. She licked her lips again and my dick twitched in response. This made Lora giggle nervously.
Her hand moved slowly out toward me and paused an inch or so from my shaft. She looked up at me and smiled. Her fingers wrapped around my shaft and pulled my dick down. Her eyes were locked with mine as she licked the clear drop of pre-cum off the tip. She licked her lips and then sucked the head of my dick into her warm mouth. I gasped loudly as her tongue swirled around the head.
My knees were shaking by the time she released me and flexed her jaw. She grinned and said something before she scooted forward, and started to lick the whole length of my shaft with broad firm strokes. Her warm slippery tongue made me groan softly. When I did, she sucked the head back into her mouth and bobbed her head up and down. I groaned even louder as half of my dick disappeared.
Lora was whimpering softly and rocking back and forth as she sucked my dick. I was getting close to a climax and wanted to warn her but there was the language barrier. As I got even closer, I tried to push her head away. She shook her head and redoubled her efforts. With a long drawn out groan, I came in her mouth with jet after fiery jet. Lora's lower body was jerking right along with my hips as she moaned loudly around my shaft and sucked even harder. She was coming right along with me; I had no doubt.
Somehow I got on the bed and cuddled up behind Lora with my knees shaking all the way. She had her head on my left arm and her ass was pressed tightly to my semi soft manhood. My right hand cupped and caressed her left breast. She sighed and wiggled her ass up and down against me. I could feel my shaft settling between the two warm firm cushions of her ass cheeks. She sighed again and became still.
As we rested and relaxed, I could feel my manhood moving ever so slightly between her cheeks as we breathed. The heat of the early afternoon was somewhat offset by the ceiling fans and the sea breeze through the open French doors. Even so, the crack of Lora's ass was getting slippery with her sweat and my shaft moved easier. Lora would shiver and sigh ever so often. When she did, my manhood would twitch, moving even more between those satiny cheeks.
The teasing feel of her ass had me back to being fully hard in short order. It wasn't long after that that Lora shifted and then flexed her ass, moving me deeper between her cheeks and up and down between then. She made a soft murmuring sound and then rolled away from me. I groaned as my dick pulled out of its nice cozy nook.
Lora looked down at my hard dick and grinned as she pushed me over flat on my back. She said something; the only word of which I caught was siesta. She swung her leg over my hips and sat down across my thighs, her hot slipper slit center on my manhood. She flexed her hips and rubbed herself against me. I could feel her clit bump against the spongy head as her hips moved forward.
I shivered and reached up to caress her breasts. She moaned softly, her hands coming up to cover mine. She rode me with long slow movements of her hips. Her soft whimpers and moans were her way of saying how much she liked what she was doing. The growing wetness and slipperiness of my shaft was another indication. I could literally feel her juices flowing around me, coating me all over.
With a trembling sigh, Lora lifted her hips and reached between us. I remembered what she had said about not fucking her pussy and I was slightly confused. When she brushed the head of my dick over her sopping wet opening, I had the urge to lift my hips but I held still. I'm glad I did because what came next was out of this world.
Lora moved the head of my dick back and rubbed it against her asshole for a second before returning it to her opening. She rubbed it there for a moment and then moved it back to her anus. I was getting the feeling that I knew what was going to happen next. I wasn't disappointed believe me.
As she rubbed the head on her neither opening, I tensed up in anticipation. Maybe that was what she was waiting for, maybe she figured she was lubed enough. In either case, she lowered her hips and applied her weight to the head of my dick. It held fast for a second and then popped through the tight ring of her ass and slipped inside several inches. Lora gave out with a gasping yell that mixed with my loud long drawn out groan. She froze in place except for a shivering shake in her hips.
The muscles in her ass were grabbing and releasing me in a jerky fashion. It had been a long time since I had felt anything so tight around my dick as her ass was. I wanted to lift my hips and plunge even deeper into that hot tightness but I knew better. I steeled myself to wait for her. This had to be her show and at her speed.
Lora had her eyes closed and her mouth was open in a grimace but not one of pain. The way her belly rolled and her hips quivered, I knew she was coming big time. When she relaxed a little her weight came back on me and I slipped in deeper. She gave a sharp yelp and lifted her hips slightly as her stomach jerked even harder.
Half of my dick had been in her ass before she lifted up and I was fighting to keep from coming myself. If not for the blowjob earlier, I would have been a geyser in her ass. When I gave a little shivering shake, her eyes flew open and she looked down at me with a loud groan. She had had one hand on my chest as she fitted my dick to her ass. Now that hand left me and came up to rest on my chest.
Between raged breaths Lora spoke to me in faltering English, the first I had ever heard her use. If I understood right, this was the first time anyone had ever been in her ass. I caressed her quivering hips and reassured her that everything was fine. She probably didn't understand but she did smile weakly.
She held her position as her breathing became more normal and her stomach slowed its jerking and shaking. I reached down between us and felt of her wetness. She gave a jerk and shook her head. I nodded as I smeared her slippery juices on my fingers and then over the part of my dick outside her ass. She trembled as I did and nodded as she figured out what I was doing. I gently lubed my dick and she whimpered and moaned softly.
Her inner muscles were twitching and grabbing at the head of my dick. I wasn't sure if she had intended to go on or not but I did. Once I had my shaft as slippery as I could get it in this position, I wrapped my arms around her back and pulled her down to lie on my chest. She sighed and then straightened her legs once she was down.
She gasped loudly, gave a soft yell, and then moaned softly as I quickly rolled us over until I was on top with my dick still in her ass. I pushed up on my hands and pulled first one leg and then the other up almost to her chest. I hooked my arms under her legs to hold them in position and slowly flexed my hips and inch or so each way.
Lora gasped loudly and flexed her hips up, driving a couple more inches of me inside her ass. She gave a growling groan and worked her hips wildly, fucking herself on my dick. I was slowly going deeper and deeper as she did. About the time my hips touched her ass cheeks, Lora gave a yell as her ass tried to crush me one minute and push me out the next. I held on for dear life and tried to keep my rising orgasm in check as she came her brains out. Her hips bucked and jerked, slapping her ass against my hips while she tried to do sit ups under me.
I held still and waited her out. As she calmed down and just lay there breathing in deep gasping breaths through her mouth, I lifted my hips and pulled almost all the way out of her ass. As she tried to yell, I dropped my hips until they slapped her ass sharply. The yell never made it out of her mouth as her eyes got wide and she lost her breath.
When she finally took a long shivery shuddering breath, I made another full stroke in her tight slippery hot ass. Her next breath held a sobbing sound and I pounded her ass again. This time she took a deep breath and rolled her hips up to meet me. I fucked her with long full strokes at a moderated pace. She was fucking me back equally as hard, her ass slapping my hips loudly and solidly.
Her ass felt like it was getting more slippery. I pushed up and looked down between us as I made the next stroke in her ass. Her pussy gave a little gush as my hips slap her ass. I smiled as I leaned back forward and fucked her even harder. Now there was a grunting yell from her on each stroke and my orgasm was rising fast.
I tried to hold it off but there was no way. At the bottom of that last thrust, I held still and empted my balls deep in her clinching throbbing ass. Lora yelled loud enough that I thought I had hurt her until she flexed her hips frantically, working my dick deeper inside her ass as she came and came some more.
I woke up at sunset, alone in my bed. The room smelled heavily of sex and anal sex at that. I rolled over on my back and groaned at the protests of several different muscles. My dick was semi hard and hot against my thigh. Memories of Lora flooded my mind and I felt my dick twitch and get a little firmer as it slipped up along my thigh. How the hell could that thing even think about getting hard after the workout it had just had, I wondered.
With a deep sigh and several soft groans, I sat up and made my way off the bed. I stumbled and staggered into the bathroom and then into the shower. A long hot shower should help things I thought as I started to soap up my body. Memories of Lora in this same shower made my dick stand up completely and twitch. It was sensitive to the point of almost being painful when I soaped it up.
By the end of the shower, I was almost feeling human except for the hard on that wouldn't go away. It was dark by now and I left the bathroom light on as I went to the icebox for a beer and then out onto the beach balcony. I sat out there naked, sipping my beer and wandering down memory lane. I was surprised at how many memories could be packed into one day.
My dick was still hard as an iron bar when I finally gave up and went to bed. My dreams were filled with Lora.
The next morning I was antsy and nervous as I waited for ten o'clock and Lora. I was dressed in just my shorts and sitting on the market balcony when there was a knock on the door. I yelled for Lora to come on in. It wasn't Lora.
A young girl in her early twenties came in. "I'll be cleaning your room, senor." She said as she set about changing the sheets on the bed, taking out the trash, and dusting the furniture. She didn't do the tops of the cabinets or the ceiling fan blades. Her maid's uniform skirt was well below her knees and the top buttoned to her chin.
I wanted to ask her where Lora was but I held my tongue. I didn't want to cause any questions to be asked or to get Lora in any kind of trouble.
The same young girl cleaned my room for the next two days. That second afternoon I had to make a run to the market for some things and I stopped by the front desk. The owner was behind the counter. He spoke fair English so I asked him why the maids had been changed that cleaned my room.
"Lora is no longer with us senor, she has gone to Mexico City for her upcoming wedding." He told me. "My youngest daughter will be filling in until I can find someone new.
"Her wedding?" I asked in disbelief.
"Yes senor, she is getting married in a couple of weeks. It's one of those arranged things." He said shaking his head. "I thought those were behind us." He added.
"What do you mean by arranged? Do you mean like arranged since childhood?"
"Uh, no senor. A friend of her fathers lost his first wife last year. He is an older man and wealthy. He wants a young wife but they are hard to find when you are older, I know this from experience. Anyway, he paid Lora's father for her hand in marriage."
"Lora agreed to this?" I asked sharply. It didn't sound right to me.
"I guess she did, she left day before yesterday for home. She is a nice girl; I hope the old man is nice to her. I know I sure would, if I ever had the chance."
"Me too." I whispered as I walked out the front door of the hotel.
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Shattered Shards: Perilous Plunder
Lights coming on, alarms blaring, the sounds of heavy boots upon the concrete as security officials rushed to the scene of the crime. It all mattered little to Aden, who slowly and quietly made his way through the thick foliage that covered most of the mansion grounds.
Rather nice of his 'patron' to provide him with such an easy way in and out. There had been no security cameras, no motion detectors, no guard dogs, not even broken glass or barbed wire atop the walls. It was like the mansion's owner wanted Aden to break into his home and abscond with several items of no small worth.
It would be more than enough to keep the thief in the lap of luxury for the next year; though he most certainly was not going to remain idle for twelve long months. Oh no. Life wasn't worth living unless there was a challenge involved, and the most grand challenges to Aden were his heists.
Utilizing a wonderful little broach that he had pilfered from the home of an absentminded herbalist, the plant life shifted and moved away. Not a bit of it touched the thief as he strolled leisurely through thick, thorny rose bushes, through prickly pine trees, through the tall grass and brambles that grew on the outskirts of the property.
The displaced plants moved right back to their previous positions, camouflaging his passage, assuring that no one would even think in the slightest that someone had come this way.
Not five minutes after his thefts had been discovered, Aden was over the outer wall and out into the communal park that was nestled in between the walled lands of dozens of prime 'patrons,' several of which had already 'sponsored' Aden's particular art.
He made his way to the center of the park, resting in a sheltered spot in a thick stand of birch trees that would be impossible to pierce without magical aid. He sat upon a rock and opened his bag of ill-gotten goods, eager to examine the items he had collected before accidentally triggering an unseen alarm.
As he went to open the bag Aden discovered that while the trees and plants moved to avoid him, it seemed his bag was a different story. Several long, bristly stalks clung to the fabric, having become stuck to the bag as he passed them.
Nothing to worry about, just a few easily removed foxtails. He chuckled and plucked them off, tossing them aside.
They shimmered and sparkled as they flew through the air, landing nearby, tiny motes of metallic light remaining in the air in a thick cloud.
Aden scowled at the cloud, the union of the two worlds had altered a few plants in magically heavy areas, granting them an occasional odd property, like glow in the dark pollen.
The thief sighed and went back to his bag, sneezing several times as the sweet-smelling pollen worked its way into his nose. He sneezed several more times, deep breaths followed by powerful expulsions of the very same breath.
Thankfully the sneezes shooed away the remainder of the pollen, leaving Aden's nose thankfully clear of irritants. But now he felt strange, feverish, too warm in the cool night. Warmth seemed to blossom within him, making his entire body flush, blood moving closer to the skin to allow for more effective dispersal of heat.
It wasn't any surprise that the increase in blood flow caused some other areas to stir. Aden moaned softly as he felt himself grow erect. He began to unbutton his shirt, it wasn't like anyone would see him out in the middle of the park, in the middle of the night, well hidden from any prying eyes.
He unzipped his pants and grinned as he began to stroke himself, casting his shirt aside. This wasn't particularly unusual, as he tended to focus on a heist to the point where he forsook pleasures of the flesh in order to concentrate.
This wasn't the first victory erection Aden had found himself with, but it was the most needful. In a few moments he was on all fours, working his way out of his pants, as he still felt too warm.
He kicked off his shoes, tugging off his socks, his pants and underwear down around his ankles, he felt much better as he stripped fully naked, leaning back against the smooth rock behind him, eyes closed in blissful pleasure.
He did not notice that his body looked a bit different than before, a narrowing in the midsection, a thinning of the build, a slight alteration of the angles in his face. Nor did he notice the slight swelling upon his chest, for he was far more concerned with the swelling in his loins.
With each stroke of his shaft his body seemed to feminize, his hair growing out, his hips swelling, hands and feet becoming more dainty, his skin growing softer. But none of this was noticed, not even as something slithered outward from the base of his spine.
The new limb tickled dreadfully, making Aden giggle, the tickling spreading to his rump as he found himself sitting on the new addition. He giggled some more and went to all fours, solving the problem of his sitting upon his new tail.
And quite a splendid tail it was, bristling with redrange and white fur along its three foot length, bushy and thick, swaying gently as Aden thrust against his hand as he pawed off.
He no longer felt quite so warm, in fact, he felt somewhat cooled. He gasped softly as he felt his nipples harden, leaning downward, planting his shoulder against the ground so that he could both stroke and grope. He clenched his teeth as a pleasurable sensation shot through him as he caressed his pectoral area, rubbing his new A-cup breasts.
Oh how wonderful and soft they felt, how very perfect, if only they were bigger; if only there were more to caress, more to adore, and if only he had more limbs to caress them.
With his body suitably feminized, for now, the changes seemed content to alter him in a different way, sharpening his teeth, transforming his ears from whorled flaps to proud triangles atop his head.
They twitched softly, detecting the sounds in the darkness that Aden had never before had the acuity to hear. None of them bothered him, for his predatory instincts told him there was nothing out there to fear and that as he was not interested in hunting prey and thus the other sounds were beneath his notice as well.
The shemale vixen giggled as the tickle of growing fur spread over her ears, pausing for a moment in her self-love to flex her fingers, which felt rather funny and cramped for a few moments as her nails darkened. Growing thin upon one axis, they thickened upon two others, extending from her fingertips as small, black claws, a matching set upon her toes.
Having transformed a portion of her toes, the change lingered there for a few moments, enlarging a few of them, shrinking another and moving it further back on the foot. Realignment of the legs came next, bone, ligament, and muscle all warping, stretching, popping and creaking softly as Aden was gifted with a pair of digitigrade legs, far better suited for fleeing thieving endeavors than what she had before.
The tickling sensation returned once more, spreading rusty red and gleaming white wherever it went, making her entire body tingle with vulpine glee as her gorgeous fur coat grew in to its fullest.
Her caresses were quickly enhanced by the addition of black leather upon her finger pads and palms, the black leather soon joined by equally black fur, marking her complete alteration into a vixen.
But Aden craved more, and more she would receive; for not only had she stolen, but she had done so sloppily and arrogantly, her curse not merely one enchanted foxtail, but three.
Her tail tingled, the sensation spreading to her spine, not merely being robbed of species and gender, the magical essence of the foxtails would assure that she would never steal from their master again.
As Aden's tail split in two, her breasts began to grow, making the lusty vixen moan with delight, enjoying the sensations of the expanding flesh against her padded palm. Accompanying the alteration were similar changes to her hips, rump, and lips. Her fur color altered subtly upon her face, placing upon her eyelids a bright green.
The vixen felt a presence upon her shoulders, and upon opening her eyes saw that it was her own hair, now a lush green, slithering out from her head, making her look all the more like the stunning beauty that she had become.
Aden wanted a lover so badly, her cock ached, longing for the warmth and tightness that it would only find nestled within the loving anatomy of another creature. The vixen found herself entering a state of heat, longing for the touch of another.
She continued to stroke, continued to jerk, with each thrust she let out a soft, pleading bark, seeking to call a potential lover to her locale, to aid her in slaking this growing lust that filled her increasingly sexualized body.
To be transformed into a lusty harlot, that was the curse of the second foxtail. To have not merely the body, but also in part the mind of a wanton slut. Left to her own devices, Aden would likely be carousing bars and standing upon street corners within the week, eager to share her sleek, sexy, shapely form with anyone who would have her.
The second curse was not particularly a punishment, but as Aden had made her presence known, thieving was most certainly not the career for her in this new day and age. So one would be provided, one that still flaunted the law and required a specialized set of skills, one didn't want to make the new apples fall too far from the tree, after all.
A proper thief would've been left with species and gender warped a bit, but the rest of her faculties intact. An incompetent thief would find herself with the natural ability and instinctual talents to pursue a new career. But Aden had not only been a thief, not only been a clumsy thief, but he has also been an arrogant thief, and thus her alterations were not yet through.
The vixen quivered as her belly filled with strange warmth. From the innermost depths to the edge of each fiber of fur, the vixen felt change stirring within her once more. Rather than split, a third tail emerged from her spine in the manner of her first.
While generous before, her bust now boarder upon the unnatural, the realm of porn starlets and strippers. But added to this was an additional asset, one that made Aden moan with delight as she felt it.
Her cock began to swell, elongating and thickening, her sexual characteristics enhanced by her third curse. The first two would have left her manhood as it naturally was, but with the third nothing would remain of her original form.
Amber eyes clenched tightly shut as Aden's thick shaft darkened, swelling in places, retracting in others. She shivered as her sheath properly formed. The vixen ran her clawtips over her swollen knot, delighting in the intense sensation.
Her belly still churned, flesh and bone once more altering within her. Tears of joy filled her eyes as she felt a swelling upon her middle, a second pair of breasts blossoming into existence. It was exactly what she had wanted, more of her wonderful tits to love and...
She recalled the second part of her earlier musing and gasped softly as it too was gifted to her as a reward. Rolling onto her back, removing her hand from her cock, she was now easily equipped to pleasure herself.
Using her two new hands she sandwiched her lowermost breasts, trapping her generous cock between them, thrusting against her soft, creamy furred tits. She couldn't imagine how life could be any better.
She panted, her tongue lolling out of her slight muzzle. She arched her back, bucking into the air, pressing upwards with her legs, thrusting as deeply as she could into her breasts.
He pleasure peaked, a dam burst inside of her, allowing thick rivulets of seed to pour from her member, damping the fur of her belly and breasts with its hot, sticky warmth.
But that was not all. Upon her second ejaculation, something else seemed to give way inside of her, another river breaking free within her altered body, sending liquid warmth erupting from her body in a different fashion.
Her new femsex climaxed explosively, dousing her thighs and tails with the pleasantly scented fragrance of vixen climax.
Aden rolled onto her side, coaxing a few more jets of seed from her cock, letting them ooze onto the ground, rather than onto her already sodden fur. Already she would need a bath, and there was no need to make herself even dirtier.
Her lust partially sated, Aden stood and gathered up her discarded clothes, stuffing them into the bag of recovered loot. She smiled as she walked through the dense brush, the plants parting eagerly before her.
Her mistress would be so thrilled with her, proud of her newest vixen who went out all on her own and chased down the horrible thief that had made off with a few of her showpieces.
While pretty and valuable, Mistress did not leave her true treasures out in plain sight for any thief to snatch. Aden knew that, of course. Everything in the mansion's main rooms was for show and for decoration, and for sneak thieves to snatch, thinking themselves newly rich and clever.
Aden wondered what surprises thieves would discover upon trying to flee from her owner's property. She desperately wished to know what interesting fates awaited those who would dare steal from the wonderful woman that gave her and other sorts of gorgeous, sexual creatures a home.
A soft sound like wind chimes drew Aden's attention and she turned her head, seeing a few golden grains of pollen settling upon her glowing, silvery seed. She grinned as she saw small, green shoots sprout up from the soil.
She watched the plants grow and blossom, tall green grasses mixed in with tall plants with cascades of beautiful flowers. Foxtails and foxgloves. They always marked the places where a nature-kissed kitsune like herself found enjoyment. Enjoyment that would, on occasion, be gifted to a passerby when the plants were ready to reproduce.
Aden moaned softly, rubbing her belly with her two lower hands. As soon as she returned home, she too would be ready and eager to reproduce as well. With anyone she could get her four hands on.
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The Dream of a Lonely Dragon
By Trek Warning, this story contains sexual material and should not be read by people under 18. Thanks and enjoy!
First I suppose I should tell you about myself. I am a 20 year old, 6 foot, sky blue dragon. Well built, but with a little extra weight around the midsection. I am a bit of a nerd and very much a redneck. That is about all the basics. You should also know some history I think. Several years ago, I had some one that I loved dearly, I wanted to be her mate. Yet her parents would not allow anything to go on between us until she was older, which I understood and was willing to be patient. We would meet every so often and we would chat on the internet almost every day. I had such feelings for her that I could not describe them in words.
Anyway, after a few months of this routine, she began to feel distant, and after a week or so I found out why. Apparently one of my friends that also knew her had confessed his love to her and she decided that she felt the same toward him. She told me all of this over the internet, same as we always talked. At this I didn't know what to think. I quickly replied back asking if there was any place for me with her, desperately hoping for anything positive. All I got from her was an "I don't think so." My heart was broken.
I kept talking to her for a few weeks, but then slowly broke contact. There was a dagger sticking in my back that no one could see but me. I have carried that dagger with me for many years, not daring to take it out, making a promise to myself, that I would never be the one to put someone through that kind of pain.
Since that time I have not sought another potential mate, reasoning to myself that the right one would come along when I was ready and that I would recognize her at first glance. Though I know that it was only from the fear of being hurt again, I didn't think I could take another dagger like that. Well, that is about all the history you need to know. Now for the rest of the story.
She was a beautiful yellowish gold feline that had a wonderful figure and a lovely face. She was extremely graceful and kinder than anyone I had ever met. Her name was Crystal. I worked with her for many years at a fast food joint, rarely getting the chance to work next to her but savoring the time when I did. She always smelled nice and never seemed to be mad or unhappy. She always had a smile on her face and it always made my day to see it, because I could not help but smile too. I quickly knew that she was the one I had been waiting for, the one that could pull that painful dagger out. I started spending as much time with her as possible, going on break at the same time, talking after work was over, and even going in to work on my days off just to see her. I learned all I could about her. Told her what ever was on my mind and she did the same. After some time I decided that I wanted to take our friendship to the next level, but I realized that I had forgotten to ask a very important question. Was she already with some one? To my sadness and dismay she said that there was and that she loved him greatly. I just smiled at this but my heart sank. I continued spending as much time with her as I could, her being one of the only female friends I had. But now every time I saw her it hurt. Knowing that I was not the one for her (knowing that that could change but still in pain). I also knew that the only way for me to get her would be for her to loose him, which would put her in terrible pain. The kind of pain that I promised my self that I would never be responsible for inflicting on someone else. So I was torn between the two possibilities, one being that she stayed with him and I would never get a chance with her, and the other being that she would loose him giving me a chance but putting her through great pain in the process. I decided that I would rather be the one to deal with the pain and stayed out of the way of her relationship with him. I still remained a close friend to her and kept our relationship the same though this was not easy in the least. Some days it was harder than others, such as the times when I was feeling depressed because she was not mine. She would know that something was wrong and would ask about it and try to make me feel better, not realizing that she was the reason I was so sad.
It was not long before I began to dream of her, of the relationship I wanted to have with her. At first I shunned it, thinking it not fair to her. But as the days, weeks, and months went by, I slowly started to accept and even anticipate these dreams. I dremt of holder her close to me just to feel her warmth. Of caressing her back and nuzzling her soft cheeks. I knew it had to be love and not lust because very few of the dreams were sexual, not to say I didn't enjoy those too. But the dreams usually just involved us being close to one another and talking about whatever was on our mind. I can't count the number of times I had whole conversations with her and figured things out that were bothering me in my sleep. Nearly every night I would go to sleep hugging and snuggling a feather pillow, thinking of her, and hoping for another dream of her. Though on my not so good nights, these thoughts only tended to make me feel worse. I know that there was little I could do in the present situation with out breaking my promise, and that I was doing the right thing (or so I thought) by leaving things be as they were. The one question that constantly haunted me but I could not answer was: Was it wrong to want something that may put someone else through some pain. The quick answer I always gave out was yes, and considering my soft and kind personality it was mainly true for me. I could not bring myself to hurt another. But I still could not justify my choices. I was putting my self through great pain, and sparing her, and she didn't even know it. I know it wasn't fair to me, but I didn't think I had any other choice. I would not go back on my promise. But as usual, even with my mind busy with trying to answer an unanswerable question, sleep would find me. And visions of her always seemed to come when I needed them most.
As I said before, sexually related dreams of Crystal rarely took place, but they did occur. Some of these were as simple as me pleasuring her with my fingers and mouth, but others as kinky and sexual as my wildest dream. But there was one constant, in these dreams I was always more concerned over her pleasure than mine. The one I loved the most I don't think I will ever forget.
We were enjoying a home made meal (her being the master chef of course) strangely enough made up of my mothers wonderful stew, moist corn bread, and a glass of southern sweet tea. (By this point my redneck side is starting to show through.) It was a wonderful meal and I almost remember tasting the food. Afterwords I thanked her for the wonderful meal and helped her clean up. She was being very affectionate during washing the dishes. Nudging up against me while passing when there was plenty of room to go around or rubbing across my paw under the soapy water. I just shrugged it off, not wanting to get the wrong idea and then be seen as a pervert. When all the dishes were clean and put away, we went to her living room to watch some romantic movie. Continuing her affection, she snuggled close to me and cuddled with me. I am not even sure if she was paying any attention to the movie. I started to rub behind her feline ears, which she loved.
She started to purr under the attention I was giving her. I proceeded to begin massaging her back, which was kind of awkward in a sitting position, but did the best I could. She leaned up against my chest and put her paws on mine, pulling them around her waist. I could tell that she was getting warmer. I was starting to get warm my self, wanting to open a window but not daring to break away from her. We snuggled there for want seemed like hours and only moments at the same time. And I cherished every second of it. Her wonderful aroma that softly surrounded me and exited my nostrils. Her velvet like fur that felt like heaven on my smooth scales. Her slow breathing that slowly raised and lowered her chest along with my paws wrapped around her. And the soft sound of her content purring which was like music to my ears. I began to murr softly myself, showing my contentment and pleasure in the situation. I never wanted it to end.
Unfortunately, nature had other plans. I started feeling a second kind of heat build up in me, but not physical heat. I knew that burning feeling all to well; my body was becoming exited and was reacting accordingly. My thoughts started to race trying to find a way to get out of this situation without Crystal seeing what was going on. I tried to suppress the feeling, desperately trying to do the impossible. After all I can't really blame myself, she was very beautiful and we were getting very close and rubbing up against each other. I could not contain myself any longer and my dragonhood slowly started to push out of my sheath. I could feel the tip of it come into contact with her wonderful fur and released a small shudder, which I tried my best to hide, yet failing miserably.
And then the part that I had been dreading came. She moved a bit in my lap and quickly noticed something pocking her in the small of her back. She hopped up in surprise and spun around to find my dragonhood fully erect in front of her. I quickly looked down and my cheeks turned a brighter red than I though possible. I quickly tried to apologize and started to get up thinking it best that I leave. I suddenly felt a strong hand push me back down into the couch. I looked up to find Crystal staring me in the eyes intently.
I gave her a confused look and she simply said, "Where do you think you are going?" I didn't know what to say to this and my thoughts started to race again. But all my thoughts were put to an immediate halt when I felt a soft paw touch the end of my dragonhood. I nearly jumped off the couch from the sensation that pulsed through my body. I was in shock, not knowing how to respond, wanting more but not wanting to push her in any way. She saw the need in my eyes and slowly started to rub my shaft with her paw.
She looked me right in the eyes again and said, "I have been waiting a long time for you, and I know you feel the same." I could not deny this but could not get my self to say anything; my breath had been taken away. All I could do was nod. She leaned in closer to me and slowly kissed my lips, her whiskers tickling my mussel some. I leaned into the kiss and wrapped my arms around her. She felt so warm and the feeling from her paw still rubbing my shaft was intoxicating. I started to loose control of my actions, as if someone else had taken control over my body. I slowly slipped my tongue into her mouth and wrapped it around hers. She began to purr again very loudly. I could tell she was enjoying the affection.
She then pulled away from the kiss and continued to look me straight in the eyes. Her free paw grabbed one of mine and guided it down her body and down her abdomen. Not stopping till my paw was directly on top of her now dripping sex. It was then that I caught a whiff of her intoxicating smell, not her perfume, which I was used to, but her smell. It started to fill me with excitement and energy. I could feel her swelling clit under my paw and slowly started to rub the area. She moaned in pleasure. By this time I was starting to get my courage up. I used my free paw and started caressing her back, slowly working my way up to her shoulders and around to her chest. I started to massage her beautiful breasts, feeling the nipples harden under the attention.
She continued her purring and moaning as she worked her paw up and down my shaft. My poor shaft could not take much more of this. I could feel the pressure of release building inside of me. Thinking quickly and a little clearer now, I put both paws on her hips and lifted her up and onto the couch, laying her down next to me.
There was a bit of shock visible in her eyes since she had no idea that I was going to do that. I leaned over and started to nuzzle the moist folds of her sex. I flicked my tongue across her clit every now and then sending shocks of pleasure through her body. I looked into her eyes while doing this, asking a silent question. She knew what I was asking and quickly nodded.
I slowly started to slip my tongue into her hot sex, my saliva and her fluids lubricating its way. She gasped in pleasure. As I continued I felt her barrier, indicating she was still a virgin. I was extremely happy with this since I was also a virgin, but worried at the same time, knowing that I would be the one to take her virginity from her forever. I continued to move my tongue in as far as I could. Pushing my lips up against her folds and sucking slightly. I move my tongue in and out of her slowly at first, savoring the wonderful taste of her sex and catching any juices I could in my mouth. She arched her back as I continued my motions, moving faster and faster. I could hear her breathing becoming faster and more labored. Suddenly she screamed, startling me at first, but I quickly realized what had happened. I felt her inner walls clamp down on my tongue, not allowing it to move. Juices flooded my maw and I hastily drank down all I could, not letting any go to waist. When her orgasm subsided I pulled my tongue out and licked my lips.
She looked at me and gave me a seductive wink and then sat up and crawled over to me, pushing me back into a lounging position. She crawled up and kissed the tip of my shaft and it twitched at the sensation. She giggled at this and all I could do was smile. She then began to take my entire dragonhood into her soft mouth. Sucking slightly and rubbing her rough tongue across the tip of my sensitive shaft. More pulses of joy and pleasure rushed through me. She then started to bob her head on my shaft, taking as much in as she could, which was nearly all of it. I writhed in pleasure as she started to play with my balls with one of her soft, delicate paws. I could not describe the wonderful feeling. I never wanted her to stop.
Suddenly, she pulled off and looked at me. I gave her a pleading look and whimpered. She gave me another seductive wink and crawled forward more and locked my muzzle in a passionate kiss, while at the same time, she lined up her sex with my throbbing shaft. As she lowered herself down onto my shaft I felt her warmth engulf my member. We both broke our kiss and arched our backs in pleasure as she slowly slid down till she was sitting in my lap. She cried in pain momentarily as my member broke through her fragile barrier, taking her virginity from her, but that cry was quickly replaced my purrs of pleasure.
She started to bounce on my shaft using her weight to force herself back down onto me. I could not believe the feeling I was getting and wanted more. She started to bounce higher and faster. I placed my hands gently, but firmly on her hips to help. I watched as her beautiful breasts started to bounce with her movements. I felt that pressure building inside of me again and knew I was not going to be able to stop it this time. I gave her a quick look that told her I was close and she gave me an exited nod that told me it was OK. I could not hold back much longer when I heard her cry out in pleasure again and felt her walls lock down on my shaft. The sensation was too much for me and my orgasm hit at the same time. We shuddered in pleasure as her fluids mixed with my seed and flowed around my shaft and down across my balls. We held each other closely in a passionate hug as we allowed the orgasms to pass.
She slowly got up off of my shaft and it retreated into its sheath. She lay down next to me and snuggled up against me as we basked in our afterglow. We nuzzled each other softly, never wanting to separate. I heard her breathing slow and become extremely quite. I knew that she had fallen asleep, and I laid my head down next to hers and quickly fallowed suit in exhaustion. Sleep washed over me.
I awoke with a start in my own bed at my own house. Saddened that it was all just a dream, but enjoying the memory of what went on in that dream. The rest of the day I felt extremely happy and was full of energy. Knowing that there was still some hope that one lovely day, my dream might become a reality.
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d to describe the finer nuances of sexual activity.
(To take but one example: I simply had to ask for an explanation when I heard one girl warn another that a particular client, although a nice guy, was a terrible "starfish". It turns out to mean a notably inactive lover: a client that asks the girl to go on top and simply lies there, limbs splayed out, leaving her to do all the work.)
The girls in general form a kind of loosely affiliated sisterhood. When I venture out I constantly bump into them in twos and threes, enjoying a day off shopping their way along Oxford Street or looking for a nice restaurant somewhere. They socialise together, gossip together, and shop together. They share flats, clothes, sexual hints and tips, clients, and even the occasional non-paying male friend.
Here is a vignette. The aural details are correct; the visuals and a few other particulars are from my own imagination, but I doubt I am far off the mark.
The luxuriously appointed bedroom of a fashionable West End apartment: between the satin sheets lie entwined two perfect young lovers. Their sighs of pleasure as they caress each other are disturbed by a cellphone on the bedside table. The man groans; this kind of interruption is painfully familiar. The girl calmly answers the phone. Her accent has only a slight suggestion of eastern Europe. "Yes ... right ... thanks, good," she says, and replaces the phone. She thinks she has rung off but in fact she failed to press the button properly and the line remains open.
"You must go?" asks the man sadly, for he knows the answer already.
She holds his head close to hers. "I can give you one minute," she tells him.
"But –" he begins to object, then gasps slightly with surprise and pleasure as she performs some practised act of stimulation.
She giggles in delight at her own expertise and his reaction to it. "Plenty of time," she says.
He utters a little cry as she again exercises her skill and suddenly he is inside her, thrusting in a frenzy of lovemaking. She responds, bucking her hips and moaning with arousal but yet retaining some vestige of control. Then with a subtle but irresistible move she drives him to climax and as she feels his seed within her, her own orgasm breaks and waves of pleasure wash over her.
Since she thought she hung up the phone precisely fifty-three seconds have elapsed.
Abruptly she pushes him aside and is out of the bed, scampering to the ensuite shower and manipulating the taps. She stands at the shower door and claps her hands briskly. "Playtime's over. We gotta move it, move it!" With that she is in the shower busily lathering herself while he groggily drags himself from the bed and fumbles for his clothes. "Get me a cab," she calls from the shower. "Five minutes. Numbers by the bed." By the time he has found his phone in his trouser pocket and made the call she is out of the shower and towelling herself off. She claps again impatiently. "Quick, quick." He begins to dress with more purpose while she opens the wardrobe and rapidly searches through it. She has already stepped into a pair of high-heeled slingbacks but is otherwise wholly naked. She is nineteen. The pale flawlessness of her skin is emphasised still further by her complete lack of visible body hair. Her movements are graceful and she might be a catwalk model but for her very full breasts and rounded buttocks. Her allure, however, is not diminished, but rather enhanced, by these suggestions of voluptuousness.
As they continue to get ready they casually gossip about a friend of hers. It is obvious that the man is the other girl's lover too, but neither of them considers this fact embarrassing or even remarkable. She picks out a long elegant evening dress and eases herself into it. She wears nothing underneath it. Then she sits at the dressing-table to comb her long golden hair.
"You seen the guy before?" he asks.
"Mmm-hmm," she confirms.
"What's he like?" he asks with studied carelessness.
"Jealous?" she smiles. "Don't be. Fat, bald, and fifty."
Dressed now, he stands behind her chair and massages her shoulders tenderly while she dabs perfume on her wrists. "Poor you," he consoles.
"Keep your sympathy," she laughs. "He's a very nice fuck. One thing I've learnt from this business," she muses aloud, "you can't judge a book by its cover." She stands. "Do me up, please."
There is no need for this request, for she can easily reach the zipper herself. But why not use his services since he is so readily to hand?
The door intercom sounds and she answers it: "One moment, please."
She turns to the man, putting her arms around him. "Why don't you get me warmed up?" She kisses him passionately and he responds, holding her tightly as their lips lock together. For a few moments they lose themselves in the kiss. Then suddenly she pulls away. "That's enough. Mustn't overdo it. Thank you," she smiles. She picks up her bag and her phone, and they leave. In the street below she kisses him on the cheek and gets in the cab alone. He watches her disappear into the night, and walks slowly away. Only when she tries to call ahead to say she is on her way does she realise the phone has been connected all this time.
These non-paying lovers were a development I had not foreseen. They began to appear quite early on. Girls would go out dancing or socialising on their days off and, not surprisingly, attract the attention of amorous young men, whom they would sometimes take home. I had no problem with this, of course, but I wanted no attachments to form so if the girl felt that she had found a man with potential she would pass his name and number to other members of the Stable and a day or two later he would be surprised to get a call from an unknown girl saying she needed a date for the evening and her friend had given her his number; could he help out?
Assuming he lived up to my girls' exacting standards the man would find his social life taking a remarkable turn for the better as he found lovely girls constantly calling him out of the blue. Often he would arrive at a girl's flat to find she was with a friend, who would be equally beautiful and highly flirtatious. A favourite trick of girls in this situation is to change clothes right down to the skin without any attempt at modesty and chatting unconcernedly of neutral topics the while. Unable to believe his luck, he would find himself with a succession of gorgeous and sexually promiscuous young women, provided of course he did not allow himself the fatal indulgence of developing too strong an attachment to any particular one of them. If he did, he would find that the phone calls abruptly ceased and his messages would go unanswered.
The girls have deemed a few men to be of such outstanding quality that they have encouraged them to find work as escorts for female clients. This is not, of course, a service provided by my Stable but with their contacts in the wider sex business my girls were able to provide plenty of advice and useful numbers. I gather that at least three of these men are now earning a good living brightening up the lives of lady clients (divorced businesswomen in their forties apparently feature largely), and of course they still socialise with my girls when they can.
I had not anticipated these developments but I did not intervene. So long as nothing interferes with my prior claims, the girls are free to find their amusements as they please. Gina, however, strongly disapproved and told me I should put a stop to it.
"Why should I?" I demanded. "I can't see what harm it does. If a girl has a bit of time to herself and wants some fun, what's the problem? She'll still come running to me if I want her."
"I don't care what you say, hun," insisted Gina. "If she wants a fuck she should go back to work. It ain't right, giving it away like this. It's unprofessional."
"But," I pointed out, "you fuck me without charging."
"That's different," she explained. "That's payment for services rendered."
Of course, my girls have been involved in occasional incidents and difficulties over the months. Perhaps the worst was when a Russian businessman treated one of them very roughly, not so as to make her fear for her life but badly enough to leave some cigarette burns and quite severe bruising. Instantly the word swept across the Stable and indeed beyond it, for at parties and parlours my girls took every opportunity to spread the warning. Of course, I know this kind of alert would not cut off his supplies completely, but I like to think the thug suddenly found it harder to get girls and had to pay more for poorer quality.
Another case that I found disturbing, as did many of the girls, concerned a fairly prominent London solicitor, a senior partner in a major firm. He was a familiar client and seemed unremarkable until one day he poured out his heart to a girl about his money worries. She told me about it and since she liked him and found him good company she suggested that maybe I ought to tell the girls not to take his business any more. I was sympathetic to this suggestion but rejected it. My reasoning was that there is no shortage of whores in London, so even if we banned him he would still spend just as much money on women; the only difference being that my Stable would not see any of it. So my girls continued to see him. Then one day his cheque (a few regular and trusted customers are allowed to pay this way) was refused by his bank. A day or two later I saw in the paper that he had declared personal bankruptcy (which, apart from the disgrace, meant the end of his legal career). The day after that he hanged himself. He left a youngish widow (second wife) with three small children. Nothing was said about prostitutes at the inquest but it was revealed that he had been gambling heavily. He was well liked by the girls that had met him and they were very upset about his death, as indeed was I. Indeed, I still am, even though it happened months ago and logic tells me that he was on a self-destructive streak and there was nothing we could have done to avert his death. All the same, it leaves a bad taste.
There has been one other tragedy. In the middle of wild and exciting sex an apparently fit and healthy client of about forty suffered a heart attack. He died instantly. The girl had to call the police, who it must be said were very discreet and understanding about it. They even spared the widow's feelings by telling her that her husband had been found dead in the street. The girl was deeply distressed, even though she was in no way to blame. Gina's suggestion that she use it in her advertising was unworthy of her.
The girls have also, of course, suffered more mundane misfortunes unconnected with their work. One or two girls have lost close relatives; one girl was mugged in the street; another came off her motorcycle in a daring attempt to swerve across three lanes of traffic in the Haymarket, fortunately suffering no worse than cuts and bruises. On each occasion it was heartening to see the way everyone rallied round to offer emotional and practical support.
Speaking of advertising, as I was a moment ago, reminds me that the girls have developed a variety of methods of bringing their wares to the attention of the paying public. The internet is very important, of course; and the girls tend to link their sites to each other so that potential clients (to say nothing of cheapskate voyeurs, out for nothing but a cheap thrill) can, so to speak, wander around the Stable to see what takes their fancy. You have to display the merchandise, naturally, and a surprising number of girls seem to be happy to show themselves in the most blatant way with no attempt to hide their features. Others conceal their face by cropping it or electronically blurring it or, like Fran, by ensuring that their hair falls artfully across it. And word of mouth, from client to client or by recommendation from one girl to another, is maybe an even better form of advertising.
My girls do not resort to cards in telephone kiosks; nor, of course, do they walk the streets seeking trade. Having said that, however, it has to be admitted that there is a certain *je-ne-sais-quoi* about a working girl. This is not a simple matter of their dress or appearance; my girls look great and dress well but not so as to stand out from the many other attractive women around London (a city, by the way, singularly well furnished in this respect): it has more to do with their aura of confidence and assurance, and the fearless way they will meet a man's gaze. At any rate, it is a quality to which some experienced punters are sensitive, so it is not entirely unknown for a girl on her own in a shop or bar to be the subject of an approach; nor is this unwelcome if the man is reasonably subtle about it and is willing to embrace the financial consequences as well as the girl.
This sort of contact shades imperceptibly into the activity known as "fishing", in which a girl will go out to some likely location with the intention of getting herself picked up by a wealthy man who is, in the initial stages, entirely unaware that his allotted role is that of potential client. He, poor sap, is under the impression that he is making a great hit with this sexy young woman, and she will lead him on with every possible encouragement until he suggests they slip off somewhere together, at which point she breaks the bad news that for this service there will be a fee. Surprisingly often, I am told, the man takes the disappointment in his stride and after a brief negotiation the deal is struck and matters take their normal course. Even when the man withstands the girl's powers of persuasion ("I promise you I'm worth every penny": this with a wriggle of indescribable sensuality, a dazzling smile and such a wicked glint in the eye), the parting is almost always on amicable terms and the girl goes her way with a slinking walk designed to heighten the man's awareness of what he has passed up.
One of the reasons the girls enjoy "fishing" is the exciting possibility of capturing a man for whom this is an entirely new experience, someone that has never before paid for sex. Once such a fish is hooked, she will spare no effort to give him the experience of his life: his first time maybe, but, if she has anything to do with it, far from his last.
One day Olga, a particularly adept angler, was round at my place preening herself on having thus corrupted a businessman of nearly sixty who, until he set eyes on her, had over thirty years of blameless marital devotion to his credit. Since that day, she told us proudly, he had seen her twice more plus at least three other girls whose numbers she had given him. On hearing this story Fran characteristically felt a qualm of conscience, and said so. Olga shrugged.
"Is good for business," she said. "Increases customer base."
At such cynicism Fran shook her head sadly. "Oh, Olga, that's an awful thing to say. Isn't it, James?"
"Well," I said, "it was certainly a tart remark."
Virtually all the girls have among their clients a number of regulars and they are very welcome as providing steady and reliable income, but inevitably such a relationship can get out of hand and we have had quite a few cases where a client becomes fascinated by a particular girl, either sexually obsessed or emotionally attached. Sometimes he wants to rescue her from this degradation, and there have been a number of apparently serious proposals of marriage. Fran holds the record here, with three, which is striking since she is neither the youngest nor the sexiest girl in my Stable. But she is possibly the most serious-minded, she is very pretty, and she has a wholesome girl-next-door charm about her. And of all my girls, she is probably the one that looks least like a high-class London whore and most like the girl you take home to meet mother. It is this, I feel, that probably accounts for her high proposal rate (and I have personal reasons for finding it interesting, as I shall relate farther on).
At any rate, when a client gets too much attached to a particular girl we try to deal with him tactfully. The best way is to offer him a two-girl on favourable terms, with the girl he likes plus another. Not only does he have a good time; he gets a sharp reminder of what his girl is and how she earns her living, and usually this does the trick. But sometimes it fails, or maybe the client refuses to see any girl but the one he has fixed upon. In that case there is nothing for it but for her to sever contact, if necessary changing her number, swapping her flat with another girl and avoiding her usual haunts for a while. Sometimes it must break the client's heart, I know, but it is for his own good; and it beats the alternative often preferred by girls outside my Stable of stringing a besotted client along and ruthlessly fleecing him.
As for the girls, their devotion to me leaves no room for romantic feelings for any other man. However, it is clear that they like some clients more than others. I have found this very interesting. Good looks, for instance, seem to count for very little; in fact, girls say that after a short while in the business they hardly notice whether clients are handsome. Proficiency between the sheets, on the other hand, is well appreciated; and of course generosity with tips and gifts is also most welcome to all girls, although unduly flagrant attempts to buy their esteem tend to be resented (but not to the extent of rejecting whatever inducement is being offered – business is business).
Good personal hygiene is very important in a client, while politeness and a bit of old-fashioned courtesy play remarkably well with many girls. One girl told me how she was at a party and in mid-fuck with a guest when he realised they had not been introduced; hastily and rather breathlessly, they exchanged names and *he politely took her right hand and kissed it.* She thought this was the funniest and most touching gesture and called everyone's attention to his lips pressed to her hand and his cock already within her. Not every girl would have found this quite so charming, but all the girls like clients that treat them with a little respect and above all make them laugh. Time and again I hear girls telling each other that so-and-so client is so sharp and witty, he said or did such a funny thing. I thought it was a quirk of my slightly unusual Stable, but Gina assures me that most whores feel the same. All my girls' clients get outstanding service, but what earns some of them that little bit extra is nothing more mysterious than the simple human touch.
The clients themselves vary enormously. They come from Britain or abroad, they are tall, short, fat, thin, black, white, impressively skilled in bed or wretchedly inadequate (although my girls pride themselves on getting the best from any man). They tend to be thirty-five or over, and in fact girls do not especially welcome younger clients, finding that they tend to be rude, offhand, and not nearly such good lovers as they like to think (although as with all these generalisations there are the exceptions). There is no upper age limit and we have a number of more elderly clients, at least one of whom was over eighty; I understand he needed some encouragement, but his eventual performance was deemed adequate. And, of course, virtually all clients seem to be either married or in a committed relationship. Some come to us because they get little sex at home or things are unsatisfactory in some other way, but many, perhaps most, appear genuinely to value their relationships and love their wives or girlfriends. They come to us for variety, to recall the touch of a younger woman, to taste forbidden fruit, or most simply (do not underestimate this) just for fun.
To me, candidly, the clients are little more than a source of income for my girls. I feel no jealously about the sex, probably because my own needs are so well catered for, but if I am frank I have to admit to twinges of resentment, not strong enough to be called envy but nevertheless perceptible, when it becomes evident that a girl finds one of her regulars likable or interesting. I feel guilty about this and try to suppress it, because I know how valuable regulars are in this business and it would be unreasonable to expect the girls to form no sort of bond with men with whom they are in such intimate contact. They have their human feelings after all; the only girl that I can honestly say shows no interest in her clients at all except as a source of financial reward and sexual pleasure (in that order of priority) is Olga, and although there is something impressive about her cynical ruthlessness it goes with a callousness that is definitely not an attractive characteristic.
Laura put it very well when she was talking about her regulars. "It's so good," she said, "when I can just be myself when I'm with my one of my boys; it would be awful to have to act out my warmth or smile. I talk to them between appointments as well, it's nice when it's just a chat call, not a meet call. I like them for different aspects of personality; they're like one big collective lover, all the good things and none of the bad. We don't question each other, we accept each other: it's a strangely unconventional trust. We don't have to lie to each other. I know there's a wife or girlfriend, and he knows what I do. I know it's not perfect, but then again," she shrugged, "what is? Somehow it's more real than a lot of other lives."
I smiled at this little speech, and not only at the sentiment. I could not but reflect on the buttoned-up academic I met a year ago and marvel that it was the same person I was hearing speak of "warmth", "smiles", and "my boys".
Next to me the girls love their families, and after that, and far ahead of even the best-liked client, they love the money. Although I like women (as I hope this memoir has made clear), I have always found that in general they are, if I may be forgiven for saying so, a mercenary bunch; and in this as in so many other respects my girls seem to outdo the rest of their sex. I was entertaining about a dozen girls one day and, during a lull as I was getting my breath back, they were chatting about life in general and work in particular and one of them got several nods of assent when she remarked that the sight or even the mere thought of the redness of fifty-pound notes would have her insides tensing with arousal and her juices starting to flow.
This striking example of the conditioned reflex would surely have been of interest to the late Dr Pavlov.
Occasionally a well-moneyed client will invite a girl to accompany him on a trip and provided the absence is not for too long (for the girls love their London lifestyle) and the money is right (always a paramount consideration), the opportunity to travel and be wined and dined in some exotic location more than makes up for having to give undivided attention to one client for so long. But when an American businessman offered Olga a very acceptable four thousand pounds to spend a few days in an exclusive resort near Cancun, she devised a characteristically resourceful and sexy way of overcoming even this drawback. When, on the second day, after lunch at a very good restaurant, the client started making noises about getting back to the hotel for the usual reason, Olga, who had been much struck by the number of unaccompanied wealthy-looking men around, asked him to go on ahead: he had, she said, been such good and generous company that she wanted to buy him a present. As soon as he left she did a rapid trawl of the local girls hanging around the area hoping for business, selected one she was sure would find favour, and engaged her to go to the hotel and introduce herself to the client as the promised present and keep him busy for the afternoon. Paying the girl and impressing on her that she must take no money from the client even if he offered it, Olga promised her a substantial bonus later if he turned in a satisfactory report. Having thus gained her temporary freedom, she cruised around sending out availability signals. Naturally, as a stunning fair-complexioned blonde in a sea of pretty but rather samey latina girls, she soon attracted the attention she was after and was able to turn two rapid tricks at premium rates – she earned more from each of them, in fact, than she had paid the local girl – before she thought she had better get back to her principal client, who pronounced himself so delighted with his "present" that they repeated the arrangement with a different local girl the next day. So the client got two very nice Mexican girls at no cost to himself while Olga got some variety and, best of all, turned a very tidy profit. There are no flies on our Olga.
I have not yet mentioned the most fundamental change in my life over the last year. The seeds of this were sown one Saturday morning a month or two after my birthday party. I was still living at the old house. Fran was visiting, as she often did at weekends in view of her new status, and she and Wendy were downstairs while I showered with Alicia after a nice fuck. Alicia's overnight bag was already packed as she was going to see her parents in Worcester and the plan had been for me to walk her to the station and see her off. But she could see I was tired; it had been a warm humid night and, unusually, I had had trouble sleeping between fucks. So she insisted that I should try to get some more rest; she could, she assured me, easily manage the bag by herself. I yielded, and went back to bed. Before I dozed off I heard her calling "'Bye!" followed by the slamming of the front door.
I woke to the sound of women's voices. There was nothing unusual about that, but these voices were raised in argument. As I pulled myself together I realised it was Wendy and Fran. Obviously they thought I had left with Alicia, as intended, and supposing themselves to be alone in the house they were taking the opportunity for what diplomatic communiqués call "a candid exchange of views".
I could not make out what they were saying, so I got quickly but quietly out of bed and crept down the stairs.
"Fran," said Wendy crossly, "you can be maddeningly obstinate. Just stop arguing and do what I say. It's all for the best."
"It isn't for the best," insisted Fran, "and James would never agree to it, so please just drop it. I'm fed up hearing about it."
Wendy pulled rank. "I'm James's wife," she asserted. "Suppose you let me be the judge of what he will and won't agree to. And this is what he wants, I'm telling you."
"Has he told you so?" demanded Fran.
"Well, no," conceded Wendy. "It's not the sort of thing he'd say. You know how he hates to hurt anyone. In fact, I'm not sure he's even thought about it in his own head. But it's what he wants. Trust me, and stop being so stubborn."
"Stubbornness is my birthright," retorted a suddenly very Scottish Fran. "And I'm not taking this from you, Wendy. I won't do it, not unless James came in here and asked me himself."
This was a cue if ever I heard one. Without warning I threw the door open and found myself looking at two angry faces, shocked at my sudden appearance. I spoke to Wendy first. I was aiming for "kind, but firm".
"Wendy, darling, I know this is hard for you but if you have a problem you must talk to me. Don't have a go at poor Fran. And I'm sorry, darling, but you're completely wrong about what I want."
"You see?" said Fran, and stuck out her tongue at Wendy like a schoolgirl.
Wendy did not reply so I persisted. "You know what Fran means to me. How could you think I'd want to send her away?"
The two women exchanged a peculiar look. "But –" began Fran, and Wendy laughed.
"James, darling," she smiled, "I think you'd better tell us exactly how much you heard and what on earth you think we're talking about."
"I heard enough to know you're trying to tell poor Fran I secretly want her to go away."
"What I am trying to tell her," said Wendy slowly, as if explaining something to a child or a halfwit, "is that whether you realise it or not you want her as your wife."
For a moment all I could do was look mutely from Wendy to Fran and back to Wendy again. "You mean, instead of you?" I gasped eventually.
"Of course instead of me, unless they've legalised bigamy and forgotten to announce it," snapped Wendy.
Fran broke the ensuing silence. "James, darling, she's been harping on about this for weeks. I keep telling her I can't hurt her like that and she's wrong about what you want, but she won't listen."
"It's all right," I said. "I'll sort it out." I turned to Wendy. "So, Wendy, you want out? I suppose I can't blame you. All this –" I made a vague sweeping gesture that took in Fran but was intended also to encompass the dozens of besotted girls scattered across London and the south east. "It's not what you had in mind when you first took me on all those years ago. All right. I understand. I won't force you to stay. But I'll always love you, no matter what."
I was expecting tears but what I got was the sardonic look. "Very pretty speech, darling, but you're being ridiculous. Of course I don't 'want out'. I'll still be here, for as long as you want me. But I'm not the right wife for you any more. Fran is. Take her, darling. I'll throw rice at the wedding."
The whole idea was so totally unexpected that I refused to discuss it any further until I had a chance to think. But as I mulled it over, slowly it grew on me. I still loved Wendy and enjoyed her company (in bed and out) but I had to acknowledge that my feelings for Fran were growing stronger all the time. Over the next few days little more was said about the subject but all of us knew how my thoughts were tending.
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Timeline: After the end of Season 4.
Place: House's house.
I was there. Finally. Outside the door of house no. 221. My heart was bopping around so weirdly that Michael Jackson had nothing on it. There was a fluttering in my stomach, which was odd, because it was the first time in ten long years that the prospect of sex was... scary, exciting, actually thrilling. When your line of work involves taking off your clothes several times a day, sex becomes a sort of routine -- like washing your hands after a meal.
I first saw him at the strip club where I'd newly started work, a week ago, and instantly knew he was special -- in some inexplicable way. His irresistible blue eyes beckoned me mercilessly, and there was something in his face -- a ghost of a smile perhaps, that bespoke of his attitude towards his misery -- when you've been in my line of work long enough you'll understand that if weren't for misery there wouldn't be any customers at all -- but this customer, I felt, was man enough to mock his miseries -- and I was, ironically, hooked.
I was just beginning to give him a lap dance when he noticed that he had cut his head, and that he couldn't remember the last four hours. He left in a hurry, and I felt an odd sense of disappointment, like a child who has been given a gift-wrapped toy and then had it taken away before she could unwrap it. I decided to make enquiries.
He was a doctor, they told me, those who had been called to his apartment before. His name was House, and he had a bum leg due to which he was in constant, unendurable pain. And then they went on to tell me what he was like in bed. That did it. This was my kinda guy, I decided. And here I was now, wondering if it was all a terrible mistake...
Summoning up all my courage, I raised my hand to knock on the door, but just as I was about to, the door swung open, and there he was, framed in the doorway, all six feet two and a half inches of him -- sending a jolt of electricity through my body, and I was suddenly and forcibly reminded of the magnetic energy this man exuded. He was clad in a gray t-shirt and shorts, and held a glass of bourbon in one hand. His beautiful blue eyes raked through my entire body and the effect was not unlike receiving a licking from a cat -- a cat with a very rough tongue indeed.
My eyes, in turn, romped all over him, wondering what he would look like naked, wanting desperately to have this man all over me, filling me, inside me, yelling my name over and over again in a litany of sheer sexual pleasure.
Not surprisingly, he broke the silence. "You've been standing out here for at least 10 minutes, breathing heavily and shuffling your feet. Either you're trying to sell me some really rotten glazing or..." He broke off in mid-sentence and gave me the once over again. This time, a wrinkle of puzzle formed in between his eyebrows. I wanted to reach out and touch it, to stroke it with the tips of my fingers, to feel it bend and give way under me -- but he was speaking again. "Where do I know you from?"
There. It was finally my turn to speak. Weeks of rehearsing what I would say at this point had drilled in to me what I considered a good opening line "I never really earned that twenty you gave me..." I let my voice trail away and licked my lips seductively. I tried to see myself from his point of view -- a knockout figure, topped by a face generally found on women who don't give in that easily, full, dark red lips, and luminous eyes. I slipped my coat open, and his eyes travelled the length of the opening. Then his brow cleared as it all came back to him -- for I was what I was wearing left no doubt whatsoever about my occupation -- a lace bustier and panties, fishnet stockings and a garter belt -- all black. Nothing else.
He looked back up at my face, and my heart skipped again as I was rewarded with one of those elusive almost-smiles of his. "Come on in..." he said.
He led me down the hall to the bedroom, entered, and went across to the music system to put in a CD. I dropped my coat and stood facing him, so that when he turned back, I had dropped my coat and was standing facing him. His eyes hungrily followed a trail starting at my full, pouting lips, moving down my neck, to my breasts encased in the barely-enough bustier, down to my panties, stockings and high heels. His mouth curved into a smile, a more complete one this time, and I as he dragged his eyes back up to look into mine I could see that he was impressed. For some reason, that made me feel proud. And happy. I smiled back.
As the music began to play, I walked over to him, gently pushed him to a sitting position at the end of the bed, and finally began to live my fantasy of strip-teasing for this man. He locked his intent blue eyes on me, and the heat emanating from them centred on my loins and made my pussy tingle with anticipation.
Moving my hips to the music, I cupped my breasts through the cloth, and ran my hands back and forth across my breasts. My fingers found my nipples, and clasping each one in a thumb and forefinger, I rolled them gently. This caused an involuntary moan to escape me as twin waves of pleasure gently buzzed in between my fingers. As I kept this up, my clit began to throb, and I could feel my pussy getting all hot and bothered.
He was enjoying himself now, as he sat back on the bed, and let his azure eyes rove lazily all over my body.
Kicking my high heels off, I walked over to House and sat on his lap. His arms came around to circle me, and I felt the strength in them as they held me close. Oddly enough, I felt safe there, secure in the warmth of his embrace.
I was brought back to reality by something hard pressing into my ass. "Bonjour, monsieur" I whispered in his ear, and we both smiled at each other like two kids playing in the rain who have discovered a bug under a rock. I clenched my butt around his cock, and was rewarded with a moan of pleasure in a voice that sounded like someone was raking a nail across my clit. It felt undeniably good, so I did it again -- and again, and I was soon slowly and sensuously dry-humping his long, thick cock through our clothes. His voice panting in my ear was pure ecstasy, and his hands found the edge of my bustier, and as he lifted it up from my tummy and over my head, my breasts came free. He tossed the bustier aside and ran his long fingers up and down my torso, stopping at my breasts to pinch my nipples lightly. I have incredibly sensitive nipples that are hard wired to my pussy, and every single touch of his sent warm waves of tingling pleasure flooding through my entire body. I threw back my head and moaned.
Just as I was enjoying the feel of his big, manly hands on my tender breasts, he moved them downward till he reached the sides of my hips, and undid the bows holding up my (by now totally drenched) thong on either side. I ran my hands over his and undid the garter belt. Standing up, (rather reluctantly, I admit) I stepped out of my stockings and thong, and stood facing him. Now it was my turn. Grabbing his t-shirt, I lifted it over his head, and tossed it aside. I ran my hands several times across his chest, savouring the manliness. I lightly kissed his chest hair, and moved my attention to his nipples. Taking each one in my mouth, I gently nibbled and then sucked it. He liked the attention, I could tell. But I was saving most of it for elsewhere...
He was still wearing his shorts, and I remembered being told that he hated having his scar seen. And then my brain stopped thinking, for his mouth had found mine. A jolt of live electricity shot through me as his lips devoured me, and then suddenly everything went black.
He had turned off the lights in the room. And simultaneously turned on those in my head, for when I shut my eyes everything exploded in colour. Slipping my arms around his neck, I snaked out my tongue and met his halfway, and as our tongues danced together I sank into him and savoured the taste of him -- pleasant, bourbon-y and indefinably attractive. Just like the rest of him.
As we kissed, his stubble rubbed against my face, tickling me quite pleasantly. So I took my lips and fingers there next, running them lightly over his prickly stubble, and making little moaning noises. I kissed his chin and his ears, becoming more and more aroused and frenzied as I worked my way down to his neck.
My pussy was sopping wet and my clit was throbbing rather insistently by now, and I wanted badly, very badly, to take him inside me and make him fuck me silly, and the need seemed to be equally urgent on his side. We both began to fumble with his shorts and boxers, and it seemed like ages before I finally got them off and fell back with him onto the bed, in his arms. He rolled onto his back, stretched out his arm, and conjured up a condom from the nightstand drawer. Sliding it on easily, he motioned for me to climb up on him, and so I did. I wanted to tease him a little, so I rubbed my wet and puffy nether lips gently back and forth across the tip of his cock.
But he wasn't in the mood for games. Grabbing hold of my waist with both hands, he yanked me down firmly, and I gasped as the full length of his long, hard cock filled me and suddenly stretched my cunt. It was all the instruction I needed. I rose all the way up until his cock just slipped out, and took it inside me again. The velvety hardness of his cock felt wonderful as it reached in until it touched my very depths, as I felt that it had been made for the express purpose of fucking the living daylights out of me. I looked at him. His eyes were closed, and there was an expression of bliss on his face as his sensual groans echoed in my ear.
I was now riding him with a regular, steady rhythm, when suddenly his thumb found my clit, and began rubbing it. It drove me that much closer to the brink of orgasm, and I desperately began fucking him harder, faster, more furiously, knowing that I would cum in a minute, and wanting him to cum with me. He was moaning loudly now, and as his balls clenched I knew that he was going to cum. His relentless thumb rubbing my clit simultaneously drove me to orgasm, and my toes curled, lights exploded behind my eyes, and all the pleasure centres in my body coalesced into one as I became a shaking, heaving mass of sexual bliss.
Even as I came down from that high I knew that the game had barely begun. And we were now going to move on to my favourite part. What I had in mind for Dr.House was an experience that he wouldn't forget in a lifetime, not even if he lost his memory again. Oh, yeah, it was playtime.
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*Many thanks to Gayle for once again turning my incoherent ramblings into something readable - you truly are the best! I am grateful to Caligrl and FUB for their feedback on this work as well.
RW2*
I have to be honest, when I first received the, 'hold the date' notice for my twenty fifth high school reunion, I deleted the e-mail almost instantly. As a forty three year old mother and career woman, I had left my school days far behind me. My family and I lived just over one hundred miles away from the town in which I grew up and I rarely went back to visit, particularly since my parents retired to Florida a few years earlier. If fact, I had not even thought of my alma mater in ages.
I know a lot of people look back on that time of their life with misty eyed nostalgia, but my high school years were far from my greatest. In my teens, I was a complete nerd, close to the top of my class and a flutist in the school's marching band. On top of that I was on the chunky side, with braces and thick glasses. Not exactly a recipe for stardom in your average American high school.
Just a few days after receiving the e-mail, during a restless night's sleep, I had a dream about my high school crush, Billy Hanlon. He grew up a couple blocks away from our house, and I'd see him on occasion strolling through the neighborhood with his group of friends in tow. Billy was tall and lean, with a thick head of blonde hair and deep blue eyes. He was the star pitcher on our baseball team, and rumor had it he was bound for glory in the major leagues until he injured his arm. I blushed every time he passed by, but I doubt he noticed as I'm sure he didn't even know I existed.
When I awoke the next morning, my mind ran back to thoughts of Billy. I couldn't help but wonder what he looked like and what he was doing after all these years, and a chill ran down my spine. It was Saturday and I wasn't working, so after getting breakfast for my husband and son, I made an excuse to go to the basement so I could dig out my high school yearbook.
It took me a while to locate as it had been boxed up with other keepsakes for years, but when I found it I slowly poured over every page. I barely recognized many of the faces anymore, but a few really stood out. Billy looked the same as I remembered him, complete with scruffy hair and high cheekbones. He appeared very svelte in his Harrison High baseball uniform, and I was saddened to think that things hadn't worked out for him.
I felt a pang of guilt at not keeping in touch with my two best friends from school when I saw their pictures. Michelle and Janet were my partners in crime in the old days, and I was curious if they would be attending the reunion. For some reason, I was left longing to reconnect with my past for the first time in ages.
Over the next week, my thoughts kept wandering back to the reunion. I couldn't help but wonder who would be there and what they might look like after all this time. With each passing day, my curiosity grew to the point that I was actually interested in attending. I was pretty sure I wouldn't, mind you, but the thought no longer sickened me.
Candidly, I had no reason to be particularly anxious over seeing old schoolmates. After graduating from Harrison, I attended a great private college where I earned my degree, before starting a family and subsequently embarking on a successful career. I lost the thick glasses I wore in school in favor of contact lenses, and of course my braces came off as well. All in all things were okay; I'm sure I was doing a lot better than most of my former classmates anyway.
Not that things were perfect in my life mind you. My job required me to put in long hours, so I was away from my home more than I would have cared for. In fact, I would have loved to find something less stressful, but given the fact that I made far more money than my husband and had the better health insurance, my career was important to the family coffers.
My husband, Don, was a decent guy, but not the most motivated man in the world. He held the same position at work for years, and had been passed over for promotion on numerous occasions. He constantly whined about how he got screwed in one way or another, and as a result had grown quite bitter. But I knew the truth, that he was simply lazy. So, I was left to pick up the slack, both at work and at home.
Over the years, I think it would be fair to say that Don and I had very simply grown apart. When we were young, it was easy to overlook our differences as everything was new to us since we were each the other's first real relationship. We rarely fought; we just went about our business largely on our own. Of course we still slept in the same bed, but it had been ages since we had been intimate.
The one true bright spot in my life was our only child, my loving son, Tyler. He somehow ended up with all of the best qualities from both sides of our family, plus others I had not ever seen in any of our relatives. Tyler had my curious mind and drive, with his dad's easy nature. He was also as sweet and compassionate as anyone I had ever met, and friends seemed to gravitate to him like bees to honey. He lived at the house during the summer while attending university about an hour away from home, working towards a degree in engineering.
At dinner one evening, I mentioned the reunion just to gauge Don's interest. He looked at me like I had three heads and asked, "You're not seriously considering going, are you? I thought you hated high school." I replied that I didn't really want to go, but was simply curious about what my friends were up to these days.
Tyler on the other hand was incredibly supportive and encouraged me to attend. "You should go, Mom. I'm sure everyone would love to see you," he said enthusiastically, which drew a sarcastic chuckle from my husband.
Of course Tyler had no idea that his mom was one of the nameless masses that wandered the halls of Harrison High, but how could he? My son always seemed to admire me; in fact, at times when he was younger I think he may have even had a crush on me. For years he was like my little shadow, following me around the house everywhere I went. I thought it was cute, but he eventually outgrew it as he matured into the handsome young man is today.
After Don's reaction, I pretty much resigned myself to the fact that I was not going to attend the reunion. It didn't bother me that much as I was a good forty pounds overweight, and didn't want my old classmates to see me at less than my best. I wasn't exactly a prom queen in high school and I didn't want to further reinforce old images my schoolmates may have long held. Yet deep down a desire to go was building daily. If not for my weight, I'm sure I would have already reserved tickets.
For whatever reason, Tyler broached the subject with me constantly, asking if I was going. I told him I wasn't really interested, but it was obvious he could see the truth behind my lies. He kept pressing me with one simple question, "Why?"
I gave excuse after excuse, but none appeared to hold up under Tyler's scrutiny. Finally, somewhat exasperated, I told him the truth, that I was self-conscious about my size and that I was never particularly popular in school anyway. I hated to say it, but I let him know I was sure I wouldn't be missed. I was disappointed in myself for sharing that with him and possibly shattering his illusions, but I didn't know what else to say.
Tyler looked genuinely stunned and stated incredulously, "But Mom, you're adorable." He then added, "I bet you look better than any of the other women that'll be there."
I couldn't help but sigh as his words sank in because I knew he meant them completely. "Thank you honey, that was sweet," I replied softly as I gazed into his handsome face, and then added, "But I'm still not going." Tyler just shook his head and walked away. How could a twenty one year old kid understand how neurotic a woman my age can be when it came to her self-image?
I did my best to forget about the reunion for a few days until Tyler approached me one evening. I could tell something was on his mind by the look on his face, before he stated, "You know, I've been thinking, Mom."
I was curious about what was to follow, but was sure it had something to do with the reunion. I replied, "About?"
"Well, you know I have that gym set up in the basement, right?" he asked hesitantly. "I was thinking I could put you on an exercise program to lose a pound or two before your party."
He was of course being his usual sweet self by saying a, "pound or two," but I loved him for it. "Honey, I appreciate it, I really do, but I'm not going."
It was clear he had been expecting just such a response when he said, "Well, we could work out together anyway, you know, to each get in better shape. What do you think?"
I almost laughed in his face hearing him talk about getting in better shape. Tyler was just over six feet tall, and weighed close to one hundred and eighty pounds of solid muscle. He was not overly bulky, but completely firm all over. He had a body most men would die to have and most women would love to hold.
My work schedule was still hectic, but the idea of losing a few pounds and possibly attending the reunion held great appeal to me. Between my job and Tyler's school, we rarely got to spend any quality time together, so the idea of further bonding with him was wonderful. Before my mind could formulate possible excuses, I heard myself saying, "Okay, I'm in."
"Awesome, Mom," he responded with a bright smile, "We can start this weekend!"
When Don learned that Tyler and I were going to be working out together, he chuckled, "You're kidding me, right Kathy? Bet that lasts two weeks, max." I hadn't really expected anything different, but would it have killed him to be supportive for a change? If anyone in the house needed exercise it was him, the lard ass.
Saturday afternoon Tyler and I met in the basement to begin our training. I felt really self-conscious, so I dressed in a baggy pair of sweat pants and an old tee shirt. I was impressed by how serious Tyler was taking things as he explained the program he had designed for me. However, I was mortified when he asked me to step on a scale, and even more so when he produced a tape from my sewing kit to take my measurements. I did my best to talk him out of it, but he was insistent that watching the weight and inches fall off would be incredibly motivating.
Left with no good argument against it, I finally relented, and he set about taking my measurements. I don't think I'd ever been as embarrassed as when my son dropped to his knees and wrapped the tape around my thigh. He didn't tell me the reading, and candidly I didn't want to know, he just wrote it down in a notebook.
Next he moved to my hips, then my abdomen, each time being as professional as possible. Finally he stood and blushed a bit as he moved the tape around my chest. I felt a tingle run down my spine as the back of his fingers scraped across my breast momentarily. I was a bit ashamed at my reaction, but it had been ages since I'd been touched in an intimate way, I could hardly be blamed, or so I told myself.
After he finished jotting down the figures, Tyler announced, "We'll do this once a week and I'll put it up on a chart so we can monitor your progress as we go."
There was no way on earth I wanted my numbers posted on the wall for anyone to see, particularly my husband, so I told Tyler that was just not going to happen. In addition, I explained that I was not going to subject myself to the scale every week, and offered a monthly compromise. Thankfully he understood, and agreed to keep my measurements in his notebook. The reunion was still six months away, so I just hoped the temporary humiliation would somehow all be worth it in the long run.
Tyler had a padded mat on the floor and I was soon upon it as he put me through a long stretching regimen. I was more than a tad embarrassed at some of the positions he placed me in, bending over this way or that as every other stretch seemed to have either my butt or my breasts thrust outward. I was glad I wasn't wearing a skimpy leotard, not that I even owned one, of course.
After a good fifteen minutes on the mat, I was instructed to get on the exercise bike to further warm up my muscles and get the blood flowing. Tyler said ten minutes would be a good start, so I began peddling away. After only three minutes or so I was sweating and feeling short of breath, but fought to make it to the finish.
I assumed we'd take a break after my time on the bike, but Tyler had other things in mind. I was sweating profusely when he started me on some light weight lifting. He showed me proper technique, which most often involved him touching or holding various parts of my body as he did so. I knew he was just being helpful, but at times his fingers strayed close to some of my more delicate areas, which once again made me shiver.
At times I found myself watching Tyler intently as we took turns lifting weights. He appeared so powerful as he pumped the bar above his head, sweat soaking his brow. After a while he pulled off his tee shirt and worked bare-chested. His abs were cut and his chest looked like that of a body builder, so much different than my droopy, sagging husband.
After another half hour or so, Tyler released me to the most enjoyable shower I had ever experienced. As I stood under the hot water, I couldn't get him out of my mind. His hands had been where nobody else's had in so long, I felt guilty that I actually found it somewhat titillating. As I soaped my body, I discovered that my nipples were hard and my vagina was aroused. I quickly put the soap down and rinsed off, forcing myself to focus on things other than my son.
The next day my body was sore all over and I could barely walk, but mentally I felt wonderful. I was proud that I had taken the first step towards the new me and was determined to prove Don wrong in the process. I was still tender at work on Monday, but didn't let on as I wanted to keep what I was doing a secret in the event the pounds were more difficult to shed than I'd hoped.
Tyler gave me another day to rest, but on Wednesday evening we were back in the basement, where he put me through my paces once more. Everything seemed to be a bit harder than on the weekend as I think my muscles were still tired, but I fought through the pain and did my best. Tyler kept offering me words of encouragement which made things easier than they otherwise might have been.
Since I had perspired so heavily during our last session, I decided to do away with the bulky sweatpants in favor of a pair of athletic shorts. I'm not sure if it was intentional or not, but Tyler's hands seemed to find my bare legs on numerous occasions. During my stretching he pointed out some of the muscles I was working in my legs, and lightly traced a finger up and down them for effect. My skin tingled at his gentle touch, yet I did my best to remain calm.
Later, when I was on the bench doing some light weight work, I gazed downward and noticed my nipples were slightly engorged and protruding through my sweat-soaked bra and tee shirt. My chest was heaving due to my exertion, which in my mind made them all the more prominent. I looked up and found Tyler's eyes were cast that way, desire clearly written across his handsome face. For some reason, rather than feeling embarrassed or outraged by his overt staring, I strangely became somewhat excited. I could not recall the last time a man looked at me that way, and as crazy as it may sound, I enjoyed the feeling.
Tyler took his turn upon the weight bench after me, and my eyes wandered down his chiseled torso to his midsection. A sizeable lump pressed up the fabric of his tight athletic shorts and I couldn't help but ponder just how large he was down there. I had only been intimate with one man in my entire life, and wondered just how varied their equipment might be. Things like that were not discussed in my small circle of conservative girlfriends, so my mind raced as I averted my eyes. I had never even seen a Playgirl, for heaven's sake, and probably had less experience than most girls half my age these days.
When we finished the workout, I gave Tyler a hug and headed off to the shower. I let the warm water cascade down my body for a long time, feeling some relief in my aching muscles. I chided myself for feeling aroused in my son's presence, but I just chocked it up to the frustration in my marriage and lack of male attention.
After my shower I slipped into a comfy old pair of pajamas and headed to the living room to watch some TV before bed. Tyler was there already bathed and viewing his favorite program from the couch. When I approached, he smiled at me and patted the sofa to offer me a spot right alongside of him, which I happily accepted. Don was upstairs on the computer as usual, so it was just the two of us watching the tube.
Tyler asked me how I was feeling, and I admitted that I was more than a bit sore all over. I was surprised when he offered me a massage, and I once again felt a shiver run through my body at the thought of being touched in an intimate way. The idea was certainly appealing, so I only made a halfhearted attempt to decline, but he insisted. On his instructions, I sprawled forward across the cushions and tried to make myself comfortable.
Moments later, I felt his hands lightly caressing my shoulders, and then slowly work down across my back. I have no idea where he learned his technique, but the massage was heavenly. Tyler must have known how sore I was because he never applied too much pressure, just gently but steadily rubbed my aches away.
Very softly, he asked, "Feel okay, Mom?"
"Wonderful," I whimpered honestly.
Tyler focused most of his attention on my back and shoulders, but occasionally dropped down to rub my calves and feet as well. At times his fingers strayed close to my breasts when he was caressing my sides, but he always kept things professional. After such a hard workout, I felt like I was slowly melting into the sofa and I loved every second of it.
The massage ended long after Tyler's program was over, and I felt guilty that he had probably missed the entire thing while he focused his attention upon me. My muscles were very tired, but the rubdown stimulated me in a way for which I was unprepared. Blood flowed to areas of my body it had not in ages, and naughty thoughts entered my head while he held me just before we called it a night.
When I climbed under the sheets that evening Don was already snoring loudly. He had no idea a horny woman was so close by, and I certainly was not going to wake him. I had never been particularly into masturbation, but at that moment I was feeling the need for some self-pleasure and slipped a hand down into my PJ's. With my husband sleeping just inches away, I fondled my sex in a slow, rhythmic fashion. Only three or four minutes later, I came with a shudder, biting my lip to remain silent.
The next three weeks of our workouts played out similarly to the first. Tyler watched my every move like a hawk and continued the positive reinforcement when he thought my energy was waning. At other times he gave me a bit of tough love when I needed a kick in the pants, which I greatly appreciated.
Don would usually grunt aloud or utter some other negative sound as Tyler and I made our way downstairs, which I think only heightened the kinship between my son and I. It was almost as if it was us against him, which for me proved highly motivating.
I know it may sound crazy coming from a woman of my age, but somehow I almost felt like a teen again. After years of being ignored, it was wonderful to have someone pay so much attention to me. It didn't hurt that he was handsome, and actually seemed as interested in my mind as my physical wellbeing. Tyler was effusive in his compliments towards me, and I soaked them all up like a sponge, whether he was exaggerating or not.
When I entered the basement on the next Saturday morning, it marked the first month of our workouts together. After successfully avoiding them for a month, Tyler had both the scale and tape out, and I reluctantly subjected myself to each. I had actually grown accustomed to feeling Tyler's hands on my body as I tried to master the various stretches and exercises, so the tape seemed not nearly as invasive as it had the first time.
I was glad that I had proven Don wrong by keeping up the exercise routine, but even happier with the results. I had lost more pounds and inches than I had expected, which simply thrilled me. As my son had predicted, after reviewing the numbers, I was more fired up to work out than ever before.
"See Mom, I told you we'd made progress," Tyler beamed, and I could not contain my own smile.
I felt tremendously grateful that he had given so much of his time to assist me, so I replied honestly, "It's all because of you, sweetie." I moved towards him and we fell into a tight embrace. We held one another for far longer than usual, before we awkwardly broke apart to set about our work.
I didn't own any real workout clothes, so on lunch break the next Monday I stepped into an athletic apparel shop and purchased a few items. After browsing the aisles for a while, I picked up two new pairs of shorts and a couple lightweight tops. They were actually quite basic, but compared to the rags I owned, they were just a tad sexy.
It probably sounds bad, but a small part of me wanted to dress that way for Tyler, to show how our hard work had paid off. Although he tried to be subtle, over the subsequent days I caught him looking me over more than once, and it didn't bother me one bit. In fact, it was somewhat thrilling.
I can honestly say the workouts became the highlight of my day. Tyler and I chatted while we exercised, and I was grateful to reconnect with my son in such a special way. After our sessions, we often found excuses to stay together and talk before heading back to the reality that was life upstairs. He became my confidant, and while I didn't share much of the issues I had with Don, I'm sure he guessed more than he let on.
On clear evenings, we often took a long stroll around the neighborhood to cool down after our intense workouts. One night while we were trekking across a nearby field, to my surprise, Tyler grasped my palm inside of his own. As momentarily stunned as I was, I quickly grew comfortable with our shared intimacy. Feelings of true love were bubbling up inside me I'm not sure I had ever experienced before.
We silently walked hand in hand for a while until we reached the row of houses once more. Tyler seemed reluctant to release my hand, but we broke apart and began walking homeward. After that first evening holding hands, we did it more times than not, regardless of where we were, and each time I felt giddy.
In my alone time, I began feeling very guilty. As much as I loved our special time together, I was sure I was keeping Tyler away from the active summer life of a normal college student. A handsome twenty one year old male should be out meeting willing young ladies, not spending so much time with his mom. I felt the need to re-establish our normal mother-son dynamic, as much as it hurt.
Over the next few days, I purposely kept a bit of distance between Tyler and myself when we were alone. Part of me wanted to sit down with him and explain myself, but how could I? I mean, what would I say, "Sorry, sweetie, but I think I'm falling in love with you?" That was something he just didn't need to know and I would have to carry with me to my grave.
For his part, Tyler clearly knew something was amiss, but thankfully didn't push me or ask too many questions. After less than a week, I missed our newfound intimate moments so much; I couldn't push him away any longer. He had become like a drug to me and I just had to have more. On our next walk I gladly held my son's hand and didn't care who saw us.
One evening Tyler came home from work with a decided limp, and I asked him what was wrong.
"Just a slight muscle pull in my left thigh, I think," he responded casually, pretending everything was just fine.
Don of course was his usual compassionate self and said, "Suck it up, you big baby."
I was irate with my husband, but somehow managed to keep my frustrations inside without lashing out. After years of marriage, I guess I probably expected a comment of that nature from him. My mind quickly went back to my son. Given all the attention Tyler had lavished upon me, I knew I wanted to return the favor. Just as soon as I had finished cleaning up after dinner, I went to the bathroom and poured a hot bubble bath, then demanded he take a hot soak.
I let him soak for a few minutes, and then stood nervously at the bathroom door and knocked softly. "May I come in?"
"Sure Mom," he responded, and I slowly entered the steamy little room.
Tyler was completely covered in suds, so I couldn't see anything below his chest. "Don't worry about your father," I stated softly as I sat down on the cold porcelain tub beside him. "He has no idea how hard you work."
I learned Tyler was far more in tune to the family dynamic than I had thought, when he responded, "He doesn't know what hard work is, Mom." With that, he moved his hand from the side of the tub and placed it upon my knee just below the hem of my skirt. After a brief pause, he gently stroked my soft skin without uttering another word while he stared directly into my eyes.
My mind raced in tune with my pounding pulse. As much as I loved being there with him and sharing our little stolen moments, I had to get away. I turned to look at him just before I left the bathroom and felt a sudden weakness. In spite of myself, I softly whispered, "I'll massage your thigh later tonight, umm, if you'd like." I felt like a silly schoolgirl, throwing myself out there for a boy with no safety net to catch me. It was way beyond anything I'd ever even imagined with Billy Hanlon.
As I stood fidgeting at the door, Tyler thankfully replied, "I'd really like that."
Air suddenly returned to my chest as I closed the door and made my way towards the stairs. Don was on the computer in the study once more, and the last thing I wanted was to be upstairs near him. It felt much safer to be a floor away from him, afraid he might be able to see how naughty I was feeling inside.
I found myself pacing in the kitchen, anxiously awaiting Tyler's arrival. After what seemed like ages, I heard the pounding of feet upon the hardwood floors as someone approached from above. With baited breath, I looked towards the door, and was relieved when my son sauntered around the corner.
We both looked upon one another with loving eyes, before I was forced to glace away when I felt warmth in my cheeks. Desperate to break the awkward silence, I said softly, "Why don't you go lay on the couch."
With a smile he turned and hobbled his way towards the living room. I wanted to remain detached, but how could I seeing my son limping the way he was? I rushed to his side and fluffed a pillow for him, before he settled face-down on the sofa.
I nestled my bottom onto a tiny piece of open space next to his abdomen, and then moved my hands to his shoulders to commence my massage. I took my time and lavished attention on his back, and at times his legs too. His skin was warm and soft and I enjoyed pampering him after everything he had done for me. It was wonderful to touch a firm male body after being with my portly spouse for so long.
After a good half hour rubbing his back, I leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Roll over."
"No, I'm fine now, Mom. Just let me rest a while."
I knew his thigh was bothering him, and really wanted to make it better, so I reiterated, "It's okay, just roll over, honey." Tyler didn't move for a moment, so I gave him a playful slap on the butt and said a bit louder, "Come on, roll over."
After a pause, Tyler slowly moved onto his back, and instantly I knew why he had been so hesitant. A prominent bulge tented my son's tight athletic shorts, which almost took my breath away. His face glowed red with embarrassment, but I wanted to somehow convey I understood it was beyond his control. I don't think I'd ever felt more compassion for anyone in my life, and I tried to look directly into his eyes without overtly acknowledging the problem below. I gave him my best knowing motherly smile, and then said softly, "It's okay sweetie, just close your eyes and relax."
Although I tried to remain calm on the outside, my insides were doing cartwheels. I almost found it hard to breathe as I moved my hands to Tyler's thighs and slowly began running them up and down. I honestly tried to look away, but my eyes were drawn to his groin like a magnet, soaking in his obvious excitement. It had been ages since I'd seen Don erect, but this was far more taboo. My son's cock was less than two feet from my face, and my mouth began to water as I momentarily imagined pulling down his shorts, then leaning over to take it between my lips.
Tyler grunted occasionally as I applied a bit of extra pressure, so I tried to be as gentle but thorough as possible. At times my fingertips ran under the seam of his shorts, only inches from his balls and semi-erect penis. A tingle ran down my spine as I realized I was doing it intentionally, experiencing an illicit thrill at my not so subtle actions.
"How does that feel, sweetie?" I cooed as I gently caressed his skin.
"Awesome," he whimpered, which made me smile widely.
My eyes may have been riveted to the bulge in Tyler's shorts as I stroked his thigh, but my lewd fantasy world was shaken when I heard the pitter patter of feet on the hardwood floors above. Ty must have heard it too, because he rapidly sat up and pulled a pillow onto his crotch. I quickly moved to the other end of the sofa and took a seat as well, trying to appear as natural as possible. Thankfully, when Don arrived at the bottom of the steps, he turned and went into the kitchen without giving us a moment's notice.
Tyler and I looked upon each other with obvious relief on our faces. It seemed to me like we had dodged a major bullet, and my son must have had the same thought. As strange as it may sound, after only a moment, we both broke out into grins, and then fought to repress giggles. It really did feel like it was the two of us against my husband.
Don came into the room a minute later and asked, "What's going on? I thought you were going to watch a movie."
I was a still a bit flustered, but thankfully Tyler took control and answered, "The movie sucked, so we turned it off a few minutes ago. We were just about to head up to bed." I normally do not like lies, but under the circumstances his fib seemed innocent enough.
Don just shook his head before he walked towards the stairs, while complete relief washed over me. I looked at Tyler and wanted to say so many things, but nothing would come out of my mouth. He must have felt the same as he silently rose from his seat and held his hands out to me. I placed my palms in his and let him pull me into a tight embrace.
After everything we shared the previous weeks, it was clear Tyler and I had more than just a normal mother-son relationship. If I was being completely honest with myself, I think it was at that evening when I first thought of him as my soul mate.
When we broke away, Tyler looked down upon me and slowly leaned forward, bringing his lips to mine. I would not call it a passionate kiss, but it lingered longer than the usual pecks we had shared so many times before. He then stared deeply into my eyes, and said, "I love you, Mom."
I could feel my cheeks burning as I responded, "I love you too."
My head was swimming as I climbed the stairs ahead of him, wondering if he was checking out my bottom in my cute PJs. I have to admit, I did put a bit of extra wiggle with every step, hoping to draw his eyes to my assets. I felt a bit guilty as we passed the door to my husband's study, yet he paid us no attention as usual.
My body was simply on fire as I climbed under the covers. My fingers immediately went between my legs and I began stroking my loins. I hoped to rub myself off before my husband came in from his office, but only a minute or so later he entered the room and made ready for bed.
When Don slipped in beside me, I could feel the warmth between us and wondered if he could too. We had not been intimate in ages, but my body had been in such a heightened sensual state, I was ready for attention. After a moment of indecision regarding what I should do, I lovingly eased myself up against his side. In all the years of our marriage, I had rarely been the one to initiate sex, so this was a big deal to me. I gently ran my hand up and down Don's belly a few times, and then lowered it to his groin.
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husband would have responded enthusiastically. Instead, he pushed my hand away and barked, "Jesus Kathy, go to bed."
Until that moment I had never before considered it, but suddenly I wondered if Don might be cheating on me. Sure, I was no runway model, but I certainly looked better than I had in years. Yet there he was, still rejecting me.
I was hurt by Don's seeming indifference and possible infidelity, but grew irate later as I lay there wide awake as he snored contentedly beside me. The arousal I felt earlier had dissipated, but out of spite, I suddenly wanted to get myself off right there alongside him.
My hand moved under my waistband once again and began to softly stroke my nether lips. Normally I would have fought with tooth and nail to keep thoughts of Tyler out of my head, but after being rebuffed by Don, I welcomed his image into my head. In my mind I was back on the couch with my son, yet not stroking his injured thigh. At that moment, I was thinking about stroking his hard cock instead, desperately wanting to give him the pleasure his father clearly did not want.
I found myself slowly rocking my hips against my probing fingers, no longer caring if I disturbed my husband's slumber. My blood began to boil as I pictured yanking down Tyler's shorts and taking his young cock into my mouth, and sucking him to completion. Seconds later, I came with a rush as I imagined swallowing my son's cream, with him screaming in my ears, "Oh, Mom!"
After I had recovered from my orgasm, I began to feel quite guilty at the pleasure my lewd thoughts had given me. Sure, Don had been a jackass towards me for a while, but he was still my husband. And Tyler was my son for heaven's sake, what the hell was I thinking? Yes, I had been ignored and neglected, but that was no reason to imagine sucking my son's cock just to get myself off.
I was deeply saddened when August first rolled around because I knew Tyler would soon be heading back to school. My heart was heavy as I pictured the emptiness I would feel by his absence, at home with only my husband for companionship. Don was never abusive mind you, but he seemed to grow jealous of Tyler and my relationship over the summer. I think, or maybe hoped, he was possibly seeing just what he had lost.
Tyler was leaving for school on the next Saturday morning, so on Friday evening we enjoyed one last workout together. The session was quieter than usual as I think we both were saddened by the prospect of being apart. We made eye contact often, and for some reason I couldn't help but blush. I felt like a schoolgirl once more, but my crush was no longer Billy Hanlon.
After our intense session, we once again took a long walk through the neighborhood, hand in hand. We strolled casually, wanting to spend as much time together as possible without ever admitting it aloud. When the sky grew dark, we sadly turned and made our way home.
Arriving back at the front door, Tyler held both my hands in his and stared at me lovingly. Tears formed in my eyes as I gazed back at him, and then I moved forward and rested my head on his chest. He pulled me into a tight embrace as my body began to shudder with sobs. It felt wonderful to be in the arms of someone who truly loved me and I clung to him for dear life. As he patted my back, Tyler whispered in my ear, "It'll be okay, Mom."
After what seemed like hours, Tyler eased away and looked down upon me once more. His eyes were filled with such love; my heart almost skipped a beat. No words were spoken as he moved his lips to mine and we softly kissed. Our mouths moved together gently for a few seconds when I felt the tip of his tongue make contact with my own. It lasted only a moment as if he was testing me, but a shiver ran down my spine, right to my groin. I felt a longing between my legs that I had never before experienced, which frankly scared me, given the fact that we were standing on our front steps with bright light shining on us from above. Deathly afraid that the neighbors might be watching, I pushed myself away and almost ran indoors.
Moments later I found myself alone in the safety of my shower. I was ashamed that I left Tyler without a word of explanation, yet the fire burning in my loins was still there, and I just had to put it out. Two fingers of my right hand curled in and out of my sex, while my left hand was pressed against the tile wall for support. When I came, it was not the face of my husband that I saw, but that of my loving son.
For some reason, after my orgasm I broke down in tears and began sobbing silently as I tried to come to terms with my tattered emotions. Knowing in just hours Tyler would be gone and I may not see him again for months, I was filled with immense sadness. It took ages to finally fall asleep that evening as I just could not stifle all the mixed emotions I was feeling.
In the morning Tyler packed up his car, and Don and I saw him off without much fanfare. I was on pins and needles, afraid I might do something to reveal just how distressed I really was. I longed to embrace him like the night before, but this time never let him go. Instead, I gave him a curt hug and a quick peck on the cheek, and the next thing I knew, he was gone.
Over the next couple days, I actually felt sickened by my behavior. Because I didn't have the courage to face him and talk about why I had run away after our kiss, I'm sure Tyler was left feeling immense guilt. I finally sat down at my computer one evening and typed him a long e-mail. I basically told him I treasured our time together and loved the fact that he had been so wonderful to me, but apologized for getting carried away that last evening, without ever actually mentioning the kiss. After reading over the message a number of times, with great apprehension I hit the send button.
I checked my in box at least fifty times before I finally received Tyler's response. His words were so sweet I had to re-read them a second time through musty eyes. He said I had nothing to apologize for, that he was the one that got carried away, not I. The last line of his text read, "I just hope you don't hate me."
How could I ever hate my son? He clearly had no idea hate was the last emotion I could ever feel towards him. It had taken me a while to realize it, but I no longer just loved Tyler, I was in love with him. Head over heels like nothing I had ever felt before.
Rather than just send back a message, I decided I needed to be brave and actually phone him. I took my cell phone to the basement, and punched in his number. Tyler must have been in class, because it went straight to his voice mail. After listening to his short greeting, I left the following stammering message, "Hi honey, it's Mom. I just read your e-mail and needed to let you know that I don't hate you...I could never, ever hate you. I'm so, so sorry I ran away from you the other night and wanted you to know you did nothing wrong. I was just concerned that if your father or the neighbors saw us, they might, umm, you know, get the wrong idea. Please don't feel bad about this, sweetie. I love you so much and already miss you a ton. Take good care, honey. I love you."
After I hung up the phone, I felt really silly about my choice of words, and regretted leaving the message. I wished I had written things down before I dialed his number so I could make all the points I wanted, instead I was certain I'd missed the mark on so many things. There was no way for me to delete it, so I just hoped he'd understand when he finally listened.
Tyler called me back that evening, but Don was sitting next to me so I couldn't say much. The conversation was brief, but it felt wonderful to put things behind us and move forward. After that evening, we found time to either chat on the phone or e-mail at least once per day and from his tone I could tell things were pretty much back to normal. Life would indeed go on one way or another.
I decided I owed it to Tyler to not only continue my workouts, but to even take things further. I threw myself into my routine with abandon, and even took up jogging. My runs were only around the perimeter of our neighborhood, so no more than three miles or so, but they left me feeling truly invigorated.
In late September, I pulled out the scale and tape, and eagerly checked my stats. Thanks to diet and exercise, in just the month or so since Tyler went back to school, I had dropped another eight pounds. I couldn't wait to tell him and after putting myself through a really hard workout, sat at my laptop to send a note.
The phone rang about a half hour later, and I knew who it was before I even picked it up. After I said hello, Tyler barked, "Eight pounds! That's awesome, Mom!"
I have no doubt I was beaming from ear to ear as I gushed, "It's all because of you."
We exchanged excited comments for a while, when he said, "God, I can't wait to see you." My heart fluttered at his words, and then he tentatively asked, "Maybe you could, you know, send pictures?"
The idea of possibly e-mailing pictures of myself to my son really threw me for a loop. And the fact that he clearly wanted to see them made my skin tingle. I didn't reject his request outright, and simply responded, "We'll see." I definitely needed to think that one over.
As I lay in bed later then evening, aside my slumbering husband, I thought about Tyler's request. The more I mulled it over, the more harmless it seemed. What's wrong with a mother sending her son a few pictures? It wasn't like I was going to be nude or anything.
I gently eased myself out of bed, and moved to my dresser. After considering the options of what to wear for a while, I decided to go with one of my newer workout getups. I grabbed the shorts and top, and silently made my way downstairs.
After picking up our digital camera, I went into the bathroom and locked the door. I pulled off my nightie, and slipped into my workout gear, then looked in the mirror. I slept without a bra, and had neglected to bring one, so my breasts were unencumbered under the light top. Just a slight hint of my nipples could be seen, and rather than be ashamed, I thought the idea of taking pictures in that state was just a bit sexy. It was further stimulation knowing what I was being somewhat naughty with my husband just upstairs.
I primped my hair a bit, and then pointed the camera into the mirror and snapped a number of shots. I twisted and turned my body into one pose after another, hoping to capture at least a couple of flattering angles. After a good ten minutes of posing, I made my way to the kitchen where I kept my laptop, and downloaded the new images. As the file ran, I erased all the shots from the camera lest Don find them and ask questions I was unprepared to answer.
I poured over them slowly, deleting all the pictures I didn't like for whatever reason. Overall I was pretty pleased with the quality, given the fact that I had shot them into a mirror. In the small frame, you couldn't really tell that I was braless, but the tiny dots of my nipples were detectable if you looked hard. I had a sneaky suspicion that Tyler just might too.
After running over them back and forth for some time, I settled on the three I liked the most, then logged into my e-mail. I attached the three pictures, and typed five simple words, "So, what do you think?" After that, I logged off and made my way back to bed.
Taking the pictures had really made my pulse pound, and I found sleep impossible. My mind kept wandering to thoughts of Tyler scanning them diligently, one after another, and hoping he liked what he saw. I wondered if they might even be sexy enough to make him hard, and the next thing I knew I was touching myself again.
At first I just rubbed my slick lips, teasing myself with gentle contact. Before long, I slid a finger into my depths, and started moving it in and out. I added another finger, then increased the pace as my excitement continued to grow. I could almost see Tyler sitting in front of his computer, stroking himself as he looked at my pictures with wide eyes. Seconds later my own body stiffened as I came, desperately trying to stifle a sigh. Thankfully I didn't wake Donald, and finally satiated, I too drifted off into a contented sleep.
I intentionally didn't log into my personal e-mail until the next afternoon, where I found my son had responded to my message. I was nervous as I opened it, but knew I shouldn't have been. He said he was going to be late for class, so he had to keep his note brief. Still, I couldn't contain a smile as I read, "Holy cow Mom! You look amazing! Keep up the good work and can't wait to see you! XOXO."
As I jogged the neighborhood that evening, I thought about the pictures I sent and contemplated possibly doing more. The idea of sending something racier came into my head, and as strange as it sounds, I didn't dismiss it right away. Knowing I might one day pose for a picture in something truly revealing like lingerie or a bikini would be highly motivational. If I were going to do something that daring, I'd really need to drop at least another ten pounds. Minutes later when I reached my home, I just kept right on going and did another loop for good measure. After that evening, I consistently did at least two laps or more.
Tyler was working on a big senior project at school, so he wasn't able to make it home once that fall before Thanksgiving. The second Saturday on November, I once again broke out the scale to take my weight. I was stunned when I read the dial. In the six weeks since I had last updated my son, I had dropped another fourteen pounds. I knew my clothes had seemed baggier, in fact I had to take a couple skirts in to have them tailored, but I really hadn't expected this.
After working out and taking a hot shower, I left Don on the couch watching football while I went out on a mission. The sporting goods store downtown had a large selection of workout clothing, and I knew just what I wanted. I selected a tight pair of pink and black stretch boy shorts and a matching bikini-style sports top and headed to the changing room. They proved to be a bit snug, but otherwise a good fit.
As I assessed myself in the mirror, for possibly the first time in my entire life I thought I looked pretty damn sexy. Of course I had seen pictures of women in magazines dressed in similar outfits before, but not for a moment did I ever think that one day I'd be clothed in the same way.
I went back to the rack and picked out another outfit, this one in navy blue and green, and raced back to try it on. If possible, this one made me look even slimmer. I was on cloud nine when I arrived at the checkout counter with my two new outfits, and happily forked over more money than otherwise I thought they were worth.
I didn't want my husband to know what I purchased for some reason, so I stopped at the grocery store before going home, hiding my new apparel under a bag of veggies. As expected, Don was still on the sofa when I arrived back at the house, and I lied and told him I was going up for a nap. Of course I snuck both my laptop and camera along with me.
Our master bathroom had a full-length mirror, and within minutes I was before it in the new blue and green outfit. I practiced posing for a while, before I grabbed the camera and started shooting. At times I just couldn't help myself, and turned to expose my profile, eager to show off my firmer tummy and legs. Of course, in so doing I was also showing my tighter tush and more pronounced bust line. I quickly changed into the pink and black gear, and then repeated most of the same poses.
After changing back into my skirt and blouse, I hid the new purchases and eagerly pulled out my laptop and loaded the pictures. Other than the fact that I could really use a tan, they all looked quite good. I had never been particularly happy with my appearance, but at that moment I was quite proud of myself. I thought I looked pretty damn hot for a woman my age.
Once again, I selected the shots I liked best, this time just two in total, and attached them to an e-mail. The pictures were sexier than the ones I had sent before, so I was a bit apprehensive, thinking maybe this was going too far. The first picture was of me facing forward, which showed some pretty ample cleavage created by the tight sports top. The last had me standing sideways, bent over just a touch so my newly firmer bottom was thrust out provocatively. I wasn't sure what to say in my message, so this time I just typed one word, "Thoughts?" and hit send.
I closed my computer and lay back under the covers. Seeing how sexy I looked in the pictures made me feel heady, and before I even knew what was happening, I found my hand under my skirt, pressed firmly between my legs. I softly rubbed myself through my silky panties for only a minute, when my cell phone rang from its place on the nightstand. I knew it could only be one person.
I greeted him with a soft, "Well, hello sweetie."
"Oh my God, Mom, you look amazing!" he exclaimed with excitement.
I tried to play coy and asked, "You really think so?"
"Hell yes!" he exclaimed, and then added, "I'm so proud of you."
My heart swelled as I heard the words. First and foremost, I was doing it for myself, but secondly I really wanted Tyler to be proud of me. He clearly liked my progress, which thrilled me to no end. What was also exciting was the fact that I continued to touch myself as we spoke, hearing his voice only heightening my arousal.
We chatted about the pictures for a while, and then I asked, "So, which one do you like better?"
"Well, they're both awesome, but I think I'd go with the picture of you in the pink outfit." That was the one of me from the side, and I asked why. "I don't know, I just like it better for some reason," he replied nervously.
I was feeling a little giddy, so I said, "I guess that means you're more of a leg and butt man than a boob man."
Tyler chuckled a bit before he responded, "Maybe so Mom, maybe so."
Deep down I was wondering just what he would think if he saw me at that very moment. Those legs he seemed to admire were spread wide, and the firm butt in the picture was slowly rocking back and forth as I stroked my pussy.
I felt so amazingly naughty touching myself while talking to my son, with his dad just yards away no less, I just didn't want to hang up. I asked more questions about the pictures and was delighted by his effusive praise.
After a brief pause in the conversation, Tyler asked, "So, ah, does Dad know about these?"
There was a minor pang of guilt, but I responded with the truth, "No honey, he doesn't even know about the new outfits yet." I let that sink in a moment, and then added, "It's our secret, okay?"
"Of course, just between us," he promised.
"Secrets can be fun, can't they?" I whispered in a hush.
"They sure can, Mom," he replied. I'm sure he was wondering just what else we someday might keep just between us.
The entire moment was overwhelming and I was getting close to orgasm. Knowing that in a way I was almost cheating on my husband was beyond words, and the fact that my own son was the object of my desire was driving me insane with lust. Somehow I managed to ask, "You're not going to show them to any friends at school are you? Mommy wouldn't like that."
I was wondering if maybe he was masturbating while looking at my photos too, because he almost sounded out of breath as he grunted, "Nope, never Mom."
I purred into the phone, "Good boy," as I languidly touched myself. In my mind I could almost see Tyler at his computer, stroking himself furiously while looking at my pictures. With that image suddenly burned into my brain, I came with a rush. Somehow I was able to form coherent words, and soon ushered him off the phone, though not before telling him how excited it was going to be to see him on Thanksgiving.
The next week I went shopping to pick out the perfect dress for the reunion, as well as a few new outfits to fit the slimmer me. I also stopped into a tanning salon a few times in an attempt to give my skin a healthier glow. Of course, I also worked out like a fiend, always in my sexy new gear.
I was nervous as hell the evening before Thanksgiving, knowing Tyler would be home at any moment. I had selected one of my new skirts for the occasion, black, which came down about three inches short of my knees. It was sexier than anything I would have worn just months ago, but not over the top.
When I heard a car door slam outside, I had to force myself to stay seated and not appear too eager in front of my husband. Tyler entered the door a minute later, with a duffle bag over his shoulder, and shouted, "I'm home."
As calmly as I could, I rose from the chair and went to greet him. After pulling me into a tight embrace, he stepped back and said, "Jesus Mom, you look fucking fantastic!"
From his usual position on the couch, Don exclaimed, "Hey, watch your mouth."
I was feeling like a giddy schoolgirl, and ignored both the curse and my husband's comment. Without thinking I did a little pirouette, and then asked, "You really think so?"
He didn't have to respond as the answer was written all over his handsome face. He leaned in close and whispered, so his father could not hear, "Like I said, fucking fantastic."
Although I usually abhorred swearing, I found his words incredibly exciting. My knees felt weak, so I moved into him and hugged him once more. We stood in our embrace for a moment, until I heard Don say, "Crap Kathy, give the kid some space."
I was embarrassed to hear those words, and by the look on Tyler's face he was too. We broke apart and my son moved off to greet his dad. I stood watching them chat for a bit, but I really only had eyes for one of them. During a break in the conversation, I asked, "You had a long drive, can I get you anything, sweetie?"
Tyler looked at me and said, "I've been cooped up in the car so long, I really just need to stretch my legs." His face turned into a big grin as he asked, "Actually, a good workout would be good about now. Care to join me?"
I fought to repress my own grin and replied, "Sounds good. Meet you downstairs in a few." Moments later I was in my room slipping into my sexy workout clothes. So as not to completely freak out Donald, I pulled a baggy old colored tee over my top and an old pair of athletic shorts up my legs.
When I walked into the basement, Tyler was already standing on the mat, clad in sweats and a cotton top. We gazed upon one another for a moment in silence, before I moved my hands to grasp the bottom of my shirt. I slowly lifted it over my head and tossed in over the weight belt. Tyler's eyes were riveted to me as I then pushed the shorts to the ground and kicked them aside.
There I was, standing in just my skimpy pink workout gear, alone with my handsome son. Suddenly I realized the gravity of the situation and wondered if I'd gone completely insane. It was one thing to flirt on the phone or over the internet, but it was quite another to contemplate actually taking things to another level. Sure, I had fantasized about it, but I told myself it could never go beyond that. There was still a part of me that just wanted to run to Tyler and smother him with kisses, but I couldn't. Even though I was in love with him, I just couldn't do it.
I saw Tyler step towards me, and thought he might be coming to kiss me, so I quickly cut him off with a, "So, I guess we should stretch first." Quickly I turned away and dropped to the mat. When I glanced back, Tyler had a confused look upon his face, but he too soon plopped down as well.
Inside I felt horrible as I must have been toying with his emotions. We had grown very close before, only to have me push him away, yet there I was doing it again. Little was said during our exercise program, and rather than go for a run or walk afterwards, I instead chose to hit the shower alone. As the water rained down upon my head, I thought of what a complete mess I'd made of things.
Thanksgiving dinner was pleasant overall, but I found that I could barely look at my son due to my immense guilt. Tyler assisted me in the kitchen on occasion, but other than that our interaction was limited. At one point I took him in and he looked like a lost puppy dog, which stung my heart to the core.
After dinner the boys settled in the family room to watch football, as was their custom. At halftime, the news came on and the weatherman announced a possible travel advisory for the weekend. Don yelled out, "Better get in here, Kathy." I rushed in to listen to the update.
The reunion was scheduled for that Saturday, only two days away. Apparently the thinking was that most people would be home with family for the holiday, so why not kill two birds with one stone? That made sense for a five or maybe even a ten year reunion, but not so much for a twenty five as people seemed more scattered these days.
I had heard that snow was possible, but initial reports had only called for rain. From what the man was saying, it looked like the front was moving further south due to the jet stream, bringing with it colder air and lots of snow. If the forecast was correct, the heavy stuff would begin falling late in the afternoon on Saturday, just hours before the big party.
I was deathly afraid of driving in snow, so the idea of being caught in it somewhere along that hundred mile stretch of highway was decidedly unpleasant. My intent all along was to make the trip alone as Don clearly wanted no part or it, so I only purchased one ticket. I looked hopefully at my husband, and he instantly must have known what was on my mind.
"Don't even think about it," he stated flatly, shaking his head. Then added, "I'm not getting killed just so you can see a bunch of people you haven't spoken to in twenty five years."
I had worked so hard to get ready for the big day, my spirits were suddenly crushed. There was just no way I could make the drive alone. I could feel my cheeks grow warm and was about to cry, when Tyler said, "I'll take you Mom."
My ears perked up in a flash and I quickly gazed towards him. Before I could say anything however, Don spouted off, "That's just crazy. You'll probably end up in a ditch or worse."
Tyler just calmly replied, "You heard him, Dad. He said the storm won't hit until late in the afternoon. If Mom and I leave early, we'll be there long before the snow starts."
There was silence for a moment while my husband contemplated the situation. I was holding my breath when Don finally said, "Okay, but don't call me if you run into trouble."
I could breathe again.
My eyes moved back to Tyler, and he just shrugged his shoulders and twisted his head to the side a bit, as if to say, "What else could I do?" After the way I had treated him, I didn't deserve his help, yet I accepted gratefully.
I was busy cleaning up after the holiday on Thursday, and then found many reasons to stay away from Tyler on Friday, yet couldn't avoid him Saturday morning. We were alone after breakfast, when he said, "I looked online...you know the hotel has a pool and gym, right?"
I had a feeling where this was going, and reluctantly responded, "Yes."
"Well, I was thinking, you know, umm, we might have time for a swim and a real workout. If we get snowed in that is," he said hopefully.
I didn't want to burst his bubble completely, so I replied, "Maybe so, sweetie, but I think I'll be really busy catching up with old friends."
He just shrugged a bit and said softly, "Well, it was just an idea."
For some reason, just before we left, I crammed my skimpy pink and black workout clothes into the suitcase, just in case. I imagined Billy Hanlon or some other high school guy catching me on the treadmill in the gym at some point, wondering why he hadn't scooped me up years before. I was not bringing them for Tyler, I kept telling myself.
The drive took just over an hour and a half, but seemed longer as we barely spoke most of the way. Pouring my thoughts into an e-mail, when I didn't have to see my son's face, was so much easier than trying to explain myself with his sitting aside me. I felt terrible, but hoped we'd find a way through things like we always had before.
Not that I didn't still think of him as my soul mate. Every time I glanced over at him, Tyler looked so confident behind the wheel. The fact that a storm might be on the way didn't appear to trouble him at all as it had me. I was deeply grateful he made chose to come with me, but was nervous how everything would play out.
The reunion was being held in the hotel where I had made reservations. When I originally booked the room, I assumed I'd either be alone, or maybe Don would come along. As a result, I had only requested a single. When we checked in, I asked for an upgrade, but was told they were overbooked. Apparently due to the reunion and storm, there were no other rooms to be had.
The clerk was very sweet and said she could send up a roll-a-bed, which I agreed to instantly. Tyler was standing just to my side, but I just couldn't look at him. I was quite sure he was perfectly willing to share the lone bed, yet I had to nip that entire idea in the bud. Sharing a room with him was going to be hard enough without actually sharing a bed.
Tyler took the key card from me and opened the door, and I think we both moved inside somewhat cautiously. One large bed dominated the room, but I think we both tried to ignore the implications as we set about unpacking our things. There was a knock on the door a few minutes later, and Tyler let a hotel worker in, pushing an ancient looking cot on rollers before her. The Hispanic woman folded it down and made the bed, before she slipped out the door, leaving Tyler and me alone once more.
Since I was up so early, and had hours to kill before the event, I told Tyler I hoped to take a quick nap. He must have understood I wanted to be alone, as he said, "Sounds good, Mom. Think I'll go and check out the pool and the video games downstairs." Just two minutes later or so, he had slipped into a pair of swim trunks and was out the door.
As tired as I was, sleep did not come easy. I was nervous about the big night, wondering what people would think of me after all these years. But I was even more troubled about the relationship I had with my son. He had done so much to get me ready for this evening, yet I was almost treating him like a leper or something, afraid to get too close or I might do something I'd regret. He deserved so much better.
The reunion was scheduled to begin at seven, so at just about six o'clock I rose from the bed and began my preparations. Tyler had stayed away all afternoon, which did not really surprise me. I think he was hurt by my rejection, so either he was giving me space or simply needed some himself.
I took a long hot shower, and then got out to first begin addressing my hair. As a working woman, I usually just brushed it out or threw it up into a clip of some type before I left for the office. Knowing the reunion was on the horizon; I let my locks grow out a bit, and experimented with my curling iron. I was no expert, but thought I found a look to fit my face.
After spending close to another half hour in the bathroom, my hair was done and my face subtly painted. Standing before the mirror with just a white towel wrapped around my torso, I thought I looked rather lovely. The soft coloring I added to my cheeks made me look sweet, while the lines I added around my eyes hinted at sexy.
I then went to the closet and grabbed the gown I had selected for the party. Since it was an evening event, I had purchased a figure fitting black cocktail dress to hopefully wow the crowd. The bottom hem stopped just four inches above my knees, which seemed fine to me, but the neckline appeared more problematic. The silky material rounded over my exposed shoulders, before plunging deep into my chest, creating a striking V towards my cleavage.
Before my dramatic weight loss, I would never have even contemplated trying to pull off such a sexy look. Yet as I stood there admiring myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but think of my son. There was simply no way on earth I would be in this position without Tyler's help, and I was saddened by the fact that he wasn't with me to see the fruits of our labor.
I milled about the room for a while, nervously checking myself in the mirror as I watched the clock tick by. I decided to be fashionably late, so just before 7:30; I finally grabbed my purse and started towards the door. Just then, it cracked open and Tyler strode in, "Oh, sorry, Mom. I thought you'd be gone by now."
I instantly knew he had stayed away all day for my benefit, just as I had suspected. Not knowing just what to say, but needing to break the tension, I asked, "So, what do you think?" I then gave a slight turn so he could look me over.
It was obvious that Tyler was reluctant to go out on a limb again since I had hurt him before, when he replied softly, "Nice, really nice."
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Tyler appeared to gulp down a breath of air, and seemingly exasperated, replied, "What do you want from me anyway, Mom?"
Suddenly taken aback, I responded, "Just the truth, sweetie."
"You really want the truth? Okay, you're fucking gorgeous. Happy now?" he shouted at me, his cheeks shining more crimson than even during our most intense workouts. Tyler stood staring at me, wearing a face I had never seen before. He wasn't just hurt by some schoolboy crush; he was clearly upset with me.
After everything we had shared, I hated the fact that we somehow had digressed to this point. I suddenly ran forward, throwing my arms about him. Tyler must have been disgusted with me as he left his arms dangling at his side as opposed to hugging me back, while I held him tight.
My eyes began to well up, but I fought the tears as I didn't want to ruin my makeup. There was nobody else on earth I loved more than my son, and at that moment I felt terrible I had hurt him so much. I continued to hold him tight until he finally wrapped his arms around me too. Suddenly I really couldn't care less about the reunion and whispered in his ear, "I could skip the party and we could just go to dinner or something, sweetie."
Tyler gave me a tight squeeze and said, "No, go see your friends, Mom."
I pulled back to look him in the eyes, and responded, "Are you sure? I'd much rather just stay here with you." I was afraid of what we might do, but was ready for almost anything at that point.
He gave me a soft smile and said, "I'm sure. You deserve a fun night out, and everyone will love you in that dress." Tyler led me to the door, and after a soft peck on the cheek, sent me on my way.
I nervously entered the hallway leading to the ballroom, and saw a line forming before a door in the distance. Over the entrance was a big sign in red and white, 'Welcome Harrison High Hawks.' As I approached, I found myself surrounded by middle-aged men and women, most dressed to the nines, but surprising a few in jeans.
Upon entering the dimply lit room, my eyes took a moment to adjust to the low light. Almost immediately I saw something rushing toward me, and before I even knew what was happening I was in the embrace of two cackling women. Even after all these years, I instantly recognized the voices of my old best friends, Michelle and Janet.
We caught up on each other's lives after the initial excitement of our union finally died down. Michelle went to the bar and grabbed us each a glass of wine, and then we found a table to share as we talked about anything and everything. It was so great to see their smiling faces once more, I almost felt like a kid again.
As we chatted I somehow managed to keep up the facade that everything was just wonderful with my family life. From what I shared with the girls, Don, Tyler and I were just the most perfect family anyone could ever hope for. Yet even as I spoke my son's name, I couldn't help but think of how amazing it was to be wrapped in his strong arms like I had been only minutes before. Deep down, I just knew a part of my life was about to change that weekend, for good or bad.
Janet and Michelle of course knew about my high school crush. Janet leaned in close and whispered in my ear, "Billy's here and he's divorced." When I looked back at her, she gave me what I'm sure she thought was a knowing nod, almost as if I had her approval to cheat on my husband. I was a bit surprised by that after everything I'd said earlier, but kept my thoughts to myself. Maybe she could see through me after all.
Music was blaring over the speakers, and all the tunes were from the time of our high school years. Michael Jackson, Duran Duran, and many other acts I had not heard in ages pounded into my ears as people took to the dance floor.
I became quite annoyed when a couple guys in turn interrupted my conversation with the girls to ask me to dance, while nobody asked Janet or Michelle. They were both a bit on the heavy side, but really looked quite cute in their party dresses. Just six or so months ago, I would have been in the same boat with them, so I was convinced that I too would not have been asked either. These same guys avoided me like the plague in school, so I generously declined their invitations.
After an hour or so and two more glasses of wine, the girls and I got up and milled around the crowd. There no longer seemed to be any cliques as everyone appeared more than willing to chat with us, but most just wanted to talk about what happened in high school and not what we'd accomplished since. It was really quite frustrating and I was almost beginning to regret coming in the first place. I certainly hadn't come to rehash my largely miserable school days.
After listening to Candace Allen tell yet another story from her cheerleading days, I was about to lose my lunch. I just couldn't take anymore and broke away from the crowd to visit the ladies room and clear my head. As I looked in the mirror, I once again thought of Tyler and asked myself, "What am I doing here?"
When I came out, a tall, balding man approached me with a grin upon his face. He was dressed in jeans and a flannel shirt, with a beer belly even larger than Don's. "Hey, you're Kathy, aren't you?"
I honestly didn't have any idea who it was who greeted me, so I simply muttered, "Yes."
"I'm Billy. Billy Hanlon," he barked enthusiastically, smiling from ear to ear.
To say I was stunned would be an understatement. My high school dream boy was suddenly not looking so dreamy. For some reason I thought of my son and just knew he'd never let himself go like this.
We made small talk for a while, when unexpectedly Billy asked me to dance. Twenty five years before I would have cut off a limb to hear those words, but at that moment I honestly wanted nothing to do with him.
Demurely I responded, "I'm so sorry, Bill, I have a bad ankle."
He seemed to get annoyed and even bit aggressive with me, like I somehow owed something, "We'll just wait for a slow song. Your ankle will be fine then."
I didn't like his tone, and actually felt scared by his intimidation tactic. Thinking better than to outright reject him, I said, "Sounds good, the next slow song just come and find me." With that, I faked a limp and walked back to the girls. I quickly explained to them that I wasn't feeling well, and was calling it a night, promising to meet them for breakfast in the morning.
As I made my way back to the room, I realized there was really only one guy in the world I wanted to dance with, or do anything else with for that matter. I nervously slid the key card down the slot, pushed the door open and strutted into the room.
Tyler was lying across the old rollaway bed, and looked up at me with surprise. "Mom, why are you back so early?"
I moved alongside the creaky bed, and then sat on an open space near his hip. My heart began beating faster as I replied, "I was bored to tears." I gave him my best smile, and then added, "I'd much rather be here with a handsome young man like you than with a bunch of uninteresting old farts any day of the week." Tyler's eyes went wide, I'm sure cautiously optimistic of what might come next.
I pulled my digital camera out from my purse, and handed it to Tyler with a bit of flair. Of course I had brought it to take pictures with the girls, but suddenly I wanted to pose for my son. I gave him a little pouty smile, and then asked, "Would you mind taking a few pictures of me in my new dress?"
Tyler nodded enthusiastically, with a, "Sure, Mom."
I felt super sexy as a stood before him, moving from pose to pose as he snapped my picture over and over. The look on his face was priceless, and I assumed he might be enjoying the moment as much as I. Every now and then I'd thrust either my ample chest or firm bottom out, hoping for a few killer shots.
After ten minutes or so, we stopped and slowly review the pictures on the tiny screen. I hadn't brought my laptop, so it was hard to see if we had any keepers, but I was just sure there had to be at least a few.
The fancy new bra I had purchased special for the dress was digging into me, and the feet were killing me from the three inch heels, so I said, "Let me go change and we'll hang out for a while, okay?" Tyler gave me a nod, and then I slinked over to my bag, hoping he was watching as I intentionally swayed my hips seductively. I looked back at him and said, "Why don't you have a seat, I might be a while."
I grabbed a number of items from the suitcase so he would see what I picked, then made my way into the bathroom. After taking off my dress, I then climbed out of my sexy new underwear as well. From the stack of clothes I brought with me, I pulled out my little workout gear.
For a moment I stood in front of the mirror, admiring myself in the bright light. I was still a couple pounds over my target weight, but thought I looked quite nice. I was sure Tyler would think so too. I took a couple deep breaths, asking myself if I was really going to do this, but by that point a really couldn't think of a good answer not to. With that, I turned the knob and headed out to see my son.
Tyler looked puzzled to see me standing before him in my racy workout attire. The way things were going minutes before, I'm sure he was expecting a nightie or something. With a ruffled brow, he asked, "Are you going down to the gym?"
I stood with my hands on my hips; one leg cocked a bit to the side, and simply answered, "Nope."
I could almost see his mind racing before he finally asked, "The pool then?"
I just shook my head from side to side, giving him the sexiest look I could muster. Tyler just stared back at me in wonder, before I said, "I thought we could work out here in the room." After a dramatic pause, I added, "Together."
Tyler rose from the bed, and stood just a few feet from me. He appeared highly uncertain of just what to do, so I slowly moved towards him and wrapped my arms around his back. I pressed my body against his, and whispered in his ear, "Can you think of an exercise that would make me all hot and sweaty?"
He clearly had to be taken off guard, but somehow managed to stammer back, "Umm, I think so."
I chuckled softly in his ear, and then purred, "You think so?" You need to do better than that." Tyler didn't say anything, so I moved my mouth to his ear and playfully nibbled in his lobe, before whispering, "I don't just mean a little sweaty, Baby. I mean really super sweaty...all over."
"Yes," Tyler hissed back at me, as I felt him pull me tightly against him.
There was no mistaking the fact that he was hard as I could feel his firm penis pressed against my tummy. I couldn't help myself, and slid my hand between us to grasp it. I gave it a hard squeeze, and sighed softly, "Would you fuck me, sweetie?"
"Oh god, yes," he gushed, as he reached into my hair to pull my head back. An instant later I was being kissed with more passion that I had been ever before in my life. My arms wrapped around his shoulders as we mashed our lips together, while I thrust my groin wildly against his thigh.
I shivered as I felt his hands run down my bare back, and then cut my ass cheeks. He lifted me off the ground like a feather, and sat me atop his hips. My legs wrapped around him tightly, as I welcomed the firmer contact between my overheated pussy and his hard body.
Tyler began to slowly rock my body up and down, rubbing our groins together. I felt like a little girl in his strong arms, and actually began whimpering into his mouth as we kissed. My husband, in all our years together, had never even once made me feel this way.
I was afraid Tyler might cum just from our rubbing, and wanted to make his first orgasm with me far more special. Reluctantly, I eased away from him, and dropped back to the floor. He gave me a concerned look, but I just smiled back. Gazing directly into his eyes, I slowly moved to my knees before him.
I'm sure Tyler must have known what was about to happen, and he too broke into a wide smile. He was wearing a pair of old sweat pants, which I grasped and pulled to the floor without fanfare. He was not wearing undershorts, so the hard cock I had grasped earlier was now standing up proudly right before my very eyes.
I don't know how big it was, but it was clearly larger than that of his father. If I had to guess, I'd say it was just over eight inches long, and a bit thicker than Don's too. I reached up and wrapped my hand around its base, and began to gently stroke his length. I leaned in close and kissed the tip a few times, then looked back up at him and said, "Mommy's gonna take good care of you, sweetie."
Tyler groaned loudly as I sank my mouth down as far as I could onto his solid shaft. Over the years I had grown weary of blowing my husband, but I simply loved sucking off my only son. His erection filled my mouth completely, and at times I had to fight my gag reflex to take him as deep as I could. Tyler's fingers tickled my scalp lightly as I went down on him with an enthusiasm I'd never known before.
Just minutes later, Tyler began rocking his hips slightly and I heard him begin making a grunting sound. I knew my baby was close, so I wrapped my lips around him even tighter and sucked hard on the bulbous head of his prick. Seconds later I felt my hair being pulled as his hands twisted into fists, just as he unleashed a torrent of cum into my eager mouth.
Tyler held my head for a while, while I nursed him down from his climax. Finally he looked down at me and said, "Oh god, I'm so sorry Mom.
I let his cock plop from my mouth, and responded, "Don't worry, Honey. I loved it." Clearly Tyler was seeing an entirely new side of me, one I hoped he really liked.
He looked completely spent from his powerful orgasm, so I told him to take a seat on the large bed. After he dropped down, he stared at me intently, wondering just what I'd do next. Figuring I'd give him a few minutes to recharge his batteries, I grabbed the camera and handed it to him once more. With a smile, I asked, "How 'bout a few more pictures?"
Tyler looked back at me and nodded silently as I began to model for him. Like before, I moved into a number of positions to display my charms. I felt like a wanton slut, thrusting my chest in his direction, and then bending over to display my taut ass. In my wildest dreams I had never imagined I could do something so overtly sexual, but I absolutely loved every second of it.
After moving about for a while, I remembered all of sexy stretches from the basement months before, so I dropped to the floor and went through a short routine. At one point I was down on my hands and knees with my butt facing Tyler, when a bit of an inspiration hit me. I reached a hand back, and slowly pulled the tight boy shorts downwards, exposing most of my bottom.
Tyler seemed to love that, as he spoke for the first time in minutes, "Yea, sexy Mom."
I loved hearing his words of encouragement, so I lowered my shoulders to the carpet and reached my other hand back, pulling the stretch fabric to my knees. For the first time in his adult life, Tyler had a front row seat before the completely naked ass of his lusty mom. Knowing how much he had to be enjoying the moment, I rocked my hips back and forth, provocatively wiggling my bottom in his face.
I slowly rolled over onto my back as Tyler continued to snap pictures of me. I was so hot; I ran my hands to my chest and fondled myself through the sexy sports top. Only a moment later, I eased my fingers under the tight material, and fought to pull it up over my head, leaving my chest fully exposed.
Tyler moved off the bed and stood over me, shooting picture after picture as I lay prone on the floor. I turned my head from side to side, trying to make the sexiest faces possible for the clicking lens.
My shorts were still trapped between my thighs, and I wanted the show to continue, so I forced them down my legs and kicked them away. I place a palm over my mound, covering myself before I slowly opened my legs. Tyler moved to my feet with camera at the ready, as I moved my hand away. There I was, a forty-something married woman, lying completely naked on a hotel floor, being photographed by my son.
His faced glowed from excitement as Tyler shot me from every angle. I was so overheated; I actually ran my hand back between my legs and began touching myself. I had never even masturbated for Donald, yet at that moment I was on fire being admired the way I clearly was. My pussy was dripping as I eased a finger inside myself and began moving it in a slow fucking motion.
Tyler moaned, "So fucking hot," as he moved in for a close-up of my crotch. I know I should have been mortified, yet I actually spread my legs even further and preened for the camera.
After a few more shots, I asked Tyler to help me to my feet. We hugged for a moment, and then I sprawled across the bed. I posed for a few more sexy shots, but couldn't wait any longer. I held my hand up and beckoned him closer with the curl of a finger and said, "Come to Momma."
He placed the camera down and joined me on the mattress. We made out like school kids for some time, with Tyler rubbing my breasts. He seemed to love playing with my nipples, and every now and then he'd give them a gentle squeeze or twist, which I thoroughly enjoyed. His kisses soon moved lower until he took my hard little nubbins in his mouth and began sucking and licking them.
I wrapped my hands around his head as he suckled me, loving the attention he was lavishing on my writhing body. As he gently bit my nips, I felt his fingers lightly graze down my tummy until he touched my pussy for the first time. I let out a long groan as he caressed my soaking wet lips, and then slipped a finger deep inside me.
"Oh, baby!" I grunted as his digit began to saw in and out of me in a slow but steady fashion. My hips rocked in time with his finger as I tried to fuck his hand, needing to cum so badly. Tyler must have sensed my urgency as he added a second finger and began firing them back and forth more rapidly. "Yes sweetie, yes," I begged, and he drilled my even faster.
Tyler quickly kissed his way down my belly, and positioned himself between my legs as he continued to probe me with his hand. I then felt the soft swipe of a tongue across my clit, and almost jumped out of my skin. He began lightly licking and sucking my tender bud as his fingers worked their magic inside me. I couldn't stop myself, and as I came shouted, "Cumming, Baby, Mommy's cumming!"
My head cleared after a moment, and I found myself still with legs spread wide, holding my son's face to my groin. He was still moving his hand, but very slowly and tenderly. His tongue traced up and down my slick lips, sucking up all my womanly nectar. I was in heaven as he slowly made love to my pulsating pussy.
I could feel my body responding to his gentle attention, and knew I was on my way to another orgasm. A quick jerk went through my body as I felt something soft lightly graze my anus for the first time. Tyler's tongue was still running all over my vagina, and his fingers were inside me, so I knew his other hand must have become busy too. His touch was like a feather on my bottom, sending shivers up and down my spine.
Don had never touched my ass, and candidly I never had thought of it as an erogenous zone, yet suddenly I was enjoying the attention greatly. His finger was slick, so either he wet it in his mouth or maybe coated it in my flowing juices. I let out a growl as he slowly pressed it forward, right into my virgin ass.
Words cannot adequately describe what I was feeling at that moment. Tyler began moving his hands in time with one another, steadily fucking both my pussy and ass like a master, while still lapping away at my sensitive clit. There was no way I could sit still, and started rolling my hips to meet his pace. I thrust my hips upward to drive my pussy deeper onto his fingers, then rapidly pushed downward, impaling my bottom on his other hand. Over and over I rode his probing paws, until I exploded with the absolute most intense orgasm of my life.
Sweat covered my body as I gasped for air. I looked down over my heaving chest, and saw the loving face of my son staring back at me from between my naked thighs. He crawled up beside me and pulled me into a hug. I buried my face in the nape of his neck, and clung to him for dear life.
When I was finally able to speak, I whimpered, "That was amazing, honey."
Tyler just softly kissed the top of my head, and replied, "Glad you liked it."
It suddenly dawned on me that his performance couldn't have just been beginners luck. Clearly, my son must have shared his bed with at least a few coeds while he was away at school. While I felt a big jealous of these mystery girls, I had to tip my hat to them. Whoever taught him what he had just done deserved a medal of the highest order.
I opened my eyes and glanced down and saw that Tyler was hard again. Instantly, I began to wonder if he was even better with his big cock than he was with his hands. I was worn out from my climaxes, but was more than willing to find out.
After throwing my leg up across his belly, I climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. The position was wonderful as I could take in his lovely expression as I eased my body down lower upon his. When my butt made contact with his erection, I rose up off his tummy and grasped his firmness in my hand. Lining it up with my groove, I slowly sank back down, driving myself inch by inch onto Tyler's solid shaft.
"Oh god, Mom," Tyler grunted as I sat with him stuffed inside me.
"Yes Baby, so good," I whispered back in my best sexy voice. I then smiled and added, "Just lay back sweetie, Mommy's going to fuck you."
I can only assume that he had dreamed about that moment before, because he started moaning loudly when I began moving up and down on his cock. At first I went slowly, then smoothly increased my pace.
Tyler's hands went to my hips as we rocked together, matching each other thrust for thrust. His eyes were wide as he just stared up at me. I smiled broadly and asked, "You like fucking mommy, don't you?"
"So much Mom, so much," he hissed as he pressed himself up into me.
I was growing tired from the pace, but thankfully Tyler took over and pulled me down beneath him. He pressed his elbows to the mattress above my shoulders, and gently cupped my head in his large hands. He then began driving his cock in and out of me like a jackhammer. I had never been fucked so hard, but I loved every second of it.
Sweat dripped off the tip of Tyler's nose as he rode me like a madman. I could hear our bodies slapping together rhythmically, drowned out a bit by our groans of pleasure. My body finally gave in as a powerful orgasm washed over me like a flood. Just seconds later, Tyler roared in my ear as he shot his load deep inside my pussy.
We lay there in bed holding one another for a good half hour without saying a single word. I think we were both completely overwhelmed, but wanted to savor the moment. My hair was still soaked, pressed to Tyler's chest, and I really felt the need for a shower. I rose from the bed and took his hand, leading him into the bathroom to wash up.
We stood together under the hot water for a long time, gently caressing each other's bodies. He tenderly soaped every inch of my skin before I did the same for him. We then stood toe to toe and kissed passionately, before we shut the water off and went back to bed.
The hot shower had really reinvigorated me, and from the look of Tyler's cock, I can only assume it did for him too. For some reason I remembered his reaction to the pictures I sent, thinking he must have been a leg and butt man. After making out in bed for a while, I kissed my way down his belly before once again taking his hardness in my mouth. I sucked him for a minute or two, and then pulled away.
Tyler gazed at me with curious eyes as I moved up onto all fours and turned away from him. I glanced back over my shoulder, and saw a look of recognition suddenly appear on his face. Without my saying a word, he quickly moved up behind me on his knees, and slid the tip of his prick up against my slit. I couldn't wait another second, and pressed myself back into him, driving his cock inside me once more.
This time there were no slow, tender preliminaries. Tyler grasped my hips and began forcing himself into me like a welliled machine. I could hear him grunting with every thrust, while I whimpered, lost in passion.
At one point Tyler raised a hand and slapped my bottom quite firmly, exacting from me a loud, "Ouch!" He must have assumed I didn't enjoy it or was even angry at him for doing so, yet nothing could have been further from the truth. I had never before been spanked in a moment of passion, but I honestly really loved it. I was too shy to admit how much it truly thrilled me, so I said nothing and kept right on moving my body to the rhythm we had established.
Tyler moved one hand around me and began stroking my clit as we fucked. I knew I couldn't take much more and hoped I wouldn't pass out before my son came. He began plunging into my depths even faster and his gasping became even louder. I knew he was as close as I was, and he collapsed across my back an instant before my spasms wracked my entire body.
The next thing I knew, I opened my eyes and light was streaming through the sliding glass door into our hotel room. Snow was still falling and had completely covered the little patio that was just off our room. I was still in Tyler's arms, and I basked in the warmth between our bodies.
A short time later, he stirred and I rolled over to look in his eyes. He gave me an easy grin and said, "Morning, Mom."
I leaned in and gave him a soft kiss on the lips, and responded, "Morning yourself, baby." I dropped my head onto his chest, and Tyler tenderly wrapped his arms about me.
The phone rang a short time later. It was Janet, calling to meet for breakfast, so we reluctantly got out of bed so we could meet her and Michelle. After taking a quick shower together, we joined the girls downstairs for a nourishing meal. Tyler and I both ate like horses, I'm sure replenishing all the calories we burned off only hour before.
After saying our goodbyes, Tyler and I made our way back to the room in silence. He went directly into the restroom to freshen up, while I stood before the sliding glass door, watching the snow continue to pile up outside. He joined me a minute later, pressing himself against my back as we viewed the wintery weather together.
"Looks like the roads will be too treacherous to drive today, Mom," he whispered in my ear.
"I think you're right, sweetie." I replied, basking in his firm hug. "Looks like we'll have to book the room for another night, doesn't it?"
"It sure does. We wouldn't want to end up in a ditch like Dad said, now would we?" he mocked.
We stood watching the gale for a moment in silence, before I asked, "Think we can find some way to occupy our time while we're here?" Tyler didn't even respond, he simply spun me around and started kissing me.
The rest of the day was spent together in bed, only moving away from one another to use the restroom or order room service for dinner. The snow stopped falling in the afternoon, and by the next morning the crews had done their work and the roads were largely clear.
I had called into work to let them know I was trapped out of town, but should be in on Tuesday. After a long, sexy shower, Tyler and I quietly checked out of the hotel, and began the slow journey home.
The highway was largely abandoned, so most of the time we had things to ourselves. I was tired, and on the early part of the drive I just rested my head on Tyler's shoulder as he drove. My eyes were cast downward, and I could see a bulge in his jeans. After all the sexual activity the last couple of days, I guess my hormones still must have been racing as I ran my hand to his groin and gave it a soft squeeze.
I heard Tyler let out a soft, "Mmm," so I assumed he liked what I was doing. After unclipping my safety belt, I leaned over and began loosening his slacks. He had to help me a bit, but together we were able to pull his pants down enough to comfortably free his erect cock. I started showering it with kisses, then looked up and asked, "You're not going to crash if Mommy sucks your cock, are you, baby?"
"I'll concentrate on the road hard, I promise Mom," he replied with a teasing voice.
"Yes, hard. Very hard," I said with a grin just before I swallowed his shaft as far as I could. Never in my life had I done something so bold in public, and my body tingled with excitement. Imagining someone catching us as they drove past only made me hotter, and I slid a hand under my skirt to touch myself as I sucked Tyler off.
We made one quick stop on the way home, at a consumer electronics shop to get a new memory card for the camera. There was no way we could leave the old one around anyplace where my husband might find it. If fact, after I downloaded the pictures I planned on smashing it into a thousand pieces.
In spite of the storm, Don had gone into work that day, so Tyler and I had the rest of the afternoon to unwind and somehow come to grips with the new reality that was our relationship. One of the first things we did was grab my laptop, and then we retreated to the laundry room to load all the photos. We figured that if Don arrived home unexpectedly, that was one of the last places he'd look.
I set the computer atop the washer, and waited for the large file to stream over. Tyler stood behind me as the pictures finally opened. The first few were from the reunion, and I quickly scanned right past them. There would be time for that later.
Next we saw the first of the more intimate shots Tyler took in our room. There I was, clad in my sexy new cocktail dress, posing for the camera like a slut. Very slowly I paged through them, one at a time. Tyler moved closer and began fondling my tits as we both gazed at the screen in wonder. I was really horny from reliving that moment in the hotel, and he clearly was too.
I found myself blushing at some of the images, like those where my legs were spread with my fingers buried inside me. Tyler kept whispering in my ear, things like, "That's so hot Mom." He then ran a hand down my back and lifted my skirt before he eased his palm between my legs. He cupped my mound tightly, and then began stroking my pussy through my panties.
My breathing was ragged as we finally viewed the last shot. Tyler reached around me and clicked on the slideshow button, and slowly the pictures started scrolling on their own. My son dropped to his knees behind me, then pulled down my panties. He moved back up and said firmly, "Put your hands on the washer."
I did as was told, and then Tyler jerked my hips back and forced my legs apart. I heard his zipper being pulled down, so I knew what was about to happen. An instant later I felt the head of his hot cock rubbing back and forth over my dripping pussy lips. Bent over the way I was, he easily pressed himself forward into my fiery depths.
We both stared at the slideshow of my lewd images as he fucked me hard and fast. The washer began rocking as I pushed against it, propelled by Tyler's driving cock. I was afraid the laptop would fall and shatter, but by that point there was no way I could stop what we were doing. Being taken so forcefully in the home we'd shared for so many years was completely intoxicating, and I was lost in a sea of passion.
I remembered the one firm spank Tyler had delivered to my butt the last time he had me from behind, and wanted to experience that again. This time I was not shy asking for what I wanted. From somewhere deep inside me, I growled, "Spank me, baby."
Just seconds later I felt a sting on my right butt cheek, and I moaned, "Oh yes." The first slap was followed slowly by more, each one delivered with enough force to make me wince, yet not truly hurt. I roared out in excitement after every blow, loving the new feelings coursing through my body.
He then ran his other hand to my neck and grasped my hair, gently tugging my head back. Having my bottom spanked while my hair was being pulled set off shockwaves over every inch of my skin. I delighted in the way my body was being manipulated, so unlike anything I had grown accustomed to from my spouse over the years.
Tyler leaned in close to whisper in my ear, "You love this, don't you Mom?"
I could barely speak, but somehow hissed, "Yes."
My legs were weak and I bent into the washer for support, feeling just seconds away from an earth-shattering climax. Tyler must have been as close to orgasm as I was, because once more he grasped my hips and began fucking me harder than ever.
I fought to stifle a scream, but was unable to as I came hard on my son's wonderful prick, dreaming what our future together might hold. At that moment I knew I'd never win mother of the year, but I didn't care. My loving son was taking me to places I'd never been before, and there was no way I was ever going to deny him anything again. | null | [] | {
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*For those of you waiting for the next chapter, I'm sorry for the long pause. Life happens, and Dani got lost in the shuffle. I do certainly Hope I get a chance to share some time with Dani much sooner this time around... Having to go back and reread 1-8, because my notes didn't have enough info tells me that I need better notes, or I was away waaayyy toooo Looong! Enjoy!*
The couple both slept well for only a short time. While Stacy was able to sleep soundly all night, Dani tossed and turned. The first time Dani woke up was the loud thumping of the strapn hitting the floor. Many more times over the course of the night that Dani would wake for no reason at all, except for nerves of the surgery in the morning. By the time the alarm went off, Dani was so exhausted from the poor sleep, she didn't even hear it, and it took Stacy longer than usual to rouse Dani awake.
Since Dani wasn't yet a household name, the couple both opted for gym suits for the drive to the hospital where the surgery was planned. Edwin, Ila, Keith, Wayne and Ellen were all waiting with Ted to see the young couple off. All of them planned on staying around at least until Dani came out of surgery, and rescheduled their departure flights for the following day. They all agreed, during the limo ride over, to make sure to keep close even with the busy schedules they all kept.
After checking in, and listing the hormones as the only medication, Dani was ushered into a private room. Only one person was allowed in at a time, as legal next of kin, Edwin was the first to join Dani before surgery. Again as they were alone, Edwin let his son know how proud he was of Dani, as well as how glad he would be that Ila would soon have a daughter to dote on. The two were still laughing as Ila came into usher out Dad and get her Mom time in.
As Dani had expected Mom was just a gushing pile of emotions, somehow getting what she had always wanted, even if it wasn't the way she had previously hoped. Dani let her know he would make sure to get some Mother-Daughter time post surgery. Not surprisingly Ila erupted in further emotions
Rather unexpectedly Wayne was the next one to have some one on one time with Dani. After a schpeal about making sure Dani would take care of his daughter, it was a quite pleasant exchange. Both were still smiling when Ellen pushed her husband out to the waiting area with the others. Ellen really only wanted to congratulate Dani on the promotion and thank her for Stacy's happiness.
By now, Dani knew that Keith would be the next visitor, if Stacy wasn't first, she would surely be the only one to see her before surgery, and likely the first one afterwards. Sure enough the knock that cut in on Dani and Ellen was her big brother. Once Ellen was out of earshot, with a quite serious look on his face, Keith asked Dani, "Since we didn't grow up with a sister, and never got a shot to be the pervs that our friends did, when this is all said and done, are you gonna show me some tits?" As he finished his question he started laughing like a school boy.
Chuckling, Dani yelled at him, "Out you perv!" The pair of siblings broke out into a fit of hysterics. Once they had calmed down, Dani assure Keith he'd only get to see the advertisement cleavage.
"Fair enough," was the reply, followed once again by, "and still no answer on the bride to be."
"Well big brother," Dani started, "Wayne has already started Father of the Bride responsibilities, so I'm offering you Best Man duties, you up for it?"
With a "Hell Yeah!" and a fist bump, Keith was soon bumped out of the room by the bride to be. Stacy was not to be denied her turn before Dani became a patient.
Even in her gym suit, Stacy was still a vision to behold as she strolled into the room. "I have some good news and some bad news for you. Do you want your dessert or your main course first?" was how she started the conversation.
"how 'bout..." Dani paused, "the main course."
"OK," she started, "even before you are quote known unquote, you seem to have a long line of paparazzi." She had concerned look on her face as she informed Dani of the photographers waiting outside. "And here is the dessert, they are looking for a celebrity listed as a John Doe on the logs of three of the finest plastic surgeons on the planet. The surgeons know they will be operating on Daniel Davis, but they are the only ones that know the patients name. You may only have two surgeons, but they will all be in the O.R. when you go under."
"What does that mean?" Dani asked slightly confused, the only plan was for the hips as far as she was aware of.
"What it means is, you'll have one that'll be working on the hips, another will be assisting by tapering your waist, and if you say so before the anesthesiologist, the third will be doing the breast augmentation, so it's all done in one shot." Stacy paused for a second, and then continued. "If you want the augmentation, so you can stop with the breast forms, now would be a good time to decide. I'll be happy either way, but I don't want to know, let it be a surprise for now."
Dani smiled up at his fiancé, just before they shared a kiss that was interrupted by the surgeon. The surgeon was a handsome fellow that fully understood the emotions palpitating through the room, and it turns out, he was a patient man as well. While they were embraced he did not try to interrupt them, only his presence had accomplished that. When they pulled apart, Stacy excused herself as the surgeon started talking to Dani about the procedure.
Dr. Harnett encouraged Dani to take at least the ride into O.R. before a final answer would be necessary about breast augmentation. When asked if Dani had any questions, the only one that came to mind was on the hormones post op. Dani expressed her concerns that some internet searches had turned up on the hormones affecting penis function. Since a full sex change was not on the immediate horizon, Dani wanted to make sure that that plumbing would not be an issue. After Dr. Harnett assured Dani the dosage could be lowered to prevent side effects, and Dani couldn't think of anymore questions, Dr. Harnett called for the staff to wheel Dani down to the O.R.
In the O.R. Dani was introduced to Dr. Nguyen, the one that would be performing the waist tapering, and Dr. Schröder, who would do the breast augmentation if elected, or just assist the other two otherwise. Once introductions were done, Dani just gave Dr. Schröder a nod, confirming that he was to perform the surgery. Dani thought for a second, and told the Dr. a small B cup, so with hormones he wouldn't grow past a large B or small C. Dr. Schröder nodded his approval in choice. All that was left was for Dr. Patel to start anesthesia. The mask was placed over Dani's nose and mouth, and then everything faded to black.
Dani awoke in recovery remembering flashes of pain, and long beeps. It hadn't just happened once, she remembered several instances. The only images to go with the memories were of Dr. Schröder's eyes looking like a frightened child. She also remembered hearing someone shouting "Patel, Patel." When Dani pushed the nurse's button on the gurney, he wasn't expecting to see Dr. Harnett answer the call. Apparently the doctor had been waiting to make sure he was the first one to see his patient, Nguyen and Schröder were right behind him. Dr. Ellsworth pushed all the other doctors out of the way as soon as he got the page that Dani was awake. Joining Dr. Ellsworth was Dr. Ketter.
Dr. Ellsworth introduced himself as the head of neuro, and then introduced Dr. Ketter as the head of cardio for the hospital. Dani was confused on the two doctors from the hospital, and looked to Harnett and Schröder for an explanation, ignoring both Ellsworth and Ketter. Harnett pushed his way back to the front and explained there had been some complications with anesthesia during surgery, Ellsworth and Ketter were paged to join the surgery to make sure no more complications arose. He then passed the explanation back to Ellsworth.
"Mr... err, Miss Davis..., " Dr. Ellsworth started, "we need to do some simple tests real quick, can you tell me your registered name?"
"Daniel Davis," Dani said.
"Can you tell me how many fingers I'm holding up?" Ellsworth continued.
"Uhh, three," Dani replied.
"That's great, so far so good. Can you recite the alphabet?" the doctor continued.
Slowly Dani started his recital of the A.B.C.'s, Dr. Ellsworth stopped him at the letter L. then he explained when Dani's anesthesia wore off during surgery, she'd woken from the pain, and flat-lined. Immediately a scared look spread across Dani's face, until Ellsworth reassured Dani that function was as normal as if there had been no complications.
Dr. Ketter interrupted Dr. Ellsworth, "You seem to have a very strong heart Miss Davis. We only had to charge to 200, and the first one brought you back." Ketter further added, "The chief of surgery was called away, but passed along a message that Dr. Patel would be investigated, and suspended for his negligence in surgery, but instructed us to let you know if you would like to speak with the chief to let us or one of your nurses know, and he'd come as soon as he was back on the grounds."
Dani said it wouldn't be necessary, but would like an update if possible later on, to make sure appropriate action would be taken. Ellsworth and Ketter excused themselves and the three remaining surgeons informed Dani, other than the anesthesiology incident, the scheduled surgeries were as complication free as possible. They also excused themselves, letting Dani know they would check in again before heading back to their own homes.
The combination of the scare in the O.R. and V.I.P. status as a patient, there was a very short wait to get moved into a private room. When Dani was transferred into Recovery, the room was assigned, and the family let in. They had all been asked to wait in the room, and would all see Dani after the transfer from the Recovery department. During the move to the room, Dani fell back to sleep, she was finally able to relax for the first time since falling asleep from exhaustion the night before.
When Dani woke up in the room, Stacy was the only one there. She gave a weak smile and asked, "Did everyone catch a flight out already?"
"No sweetie, the just went to get a bite to eat, we have all been taking turns," Stacy replied.
"That's good," said Dani, "Keith wanted to see my new tits," with a labored smile again.
"We were so worried when they paged neuro and cardio to your O.R., it's good to see that smile, and I'm glad it was my turn to be here when you woke up," was all Stacy could think to say at the moment. "Oh by the way, you have a couple extra guests that want to see you when the family has all had their chance to spend some time with you. It's a surprise, just like those two nice additions." As she finished, Stacy was pointing to the breasts that Dani was sporting.
"The nurses stopped by and made sure the little fridge here had some juice and Jell-O, would you like anything right now?" Stacy asked.
"Apple juice, please, *and* thank you," Dani replied.
As Dani was starting on the apple juice, two nurses walked into the room, to take vitals. Stacy backed away so they could do their job, when they excused themselves; she was right back at Dani's bedside holding hands with her fiancé. The couple just sat smiling at each other while Dani sipped the juice, and soon thereafter, Dani nodded back off again.
This time when Dani woke, there was a gaggle of family standing around holding conversations with each other to pass the time. The only one not engaged in a conversation was Keith; he had his fingers intertwined with Dani's. "So what do you think Sis, I got some nail polish from the gift shop, I figured every little sister should have her brother do her nails at least once." As Dani looked at her nail, she started laughing at the horrible job her brother had done.
"Oww, oww, oww," it hurt to laugh, "That's atrocious, never again!" then she giggled a bit.
"We all wanted to make sure you woke up to say goodbye before we leave, my flight is at 5am, and it's almost midnight, so I'm going to let someone else in, and I'll see you in the Ads, if not sooner, Love You!" Keith almost started crying when he stood up to kiss Dani on the forehead.
Dani grabbed him by the sides of his head and kissed him gently on the cheek, "I love you too Keith." And with that Keith gave Dani's hand a squeeze and headed for the door, turning to wink at her just before he closed it.
Wayne and Ellen stood on one side of Dani's bed, while Edwin and Ila joined Dani on the other side of the bed, and expressed that they all had similar early flights, that Keith had pretty much summed up the situation for the whole group, sans Stacy. After wishing Dani a speedy recovery and luck in the representative training, they too bid Dani and Stacy farewell.
When the door had closed, Dani asked Stacy where her belongings were. Dani wanted her engagement ring back on her hand now that surgery was over. Stacy grabbed Dani's things and found the ring, and slid it back on her finger as she had done the first time, love and adoration apparent in her eyes. Stacy realized just how much it meant to Dani; given it was the first thing she asked for.
"Ohhh, I must see that rock myself!" the voice of Elizabeth Stanton started Dani at first. Her visit was a bit of a shock, as Dani wasn't expecting her while the young couple stayed in New York for Dani's training.
"Me too!" Lucy's voice followed that of their boss.
"I was going to tell you we had more visitors," Stacy began, "but I think I was beaten to the punch!" Stacy started giggling as she did a Barker's Beauties hand wave towards Lucy and Elizabeth.
"Mrs. Stanton, Lucy, what a nice surprise, I wasn't expecting to see the two of you here." Dani commented.
"Hi Dani!" replied Lucy.
"Hello Dear," began Elizabeth then continued, "There will be no more Mrs. Stanton from you, or Stacy, its Elizabeth, or Liz to the two of you. If they are too traditional, Beth would suffice, but Liz is preferential."
With and ornery grin, Dani looked at Lucy and asked, "So can we call you Lu?" The comment prompted Lucy to giggle and shrug her shoulders.
"In all seriousness," Dani started, "while it's nice to have you hear, to what do we owe this visit? I can't imagine that you routinely visit company patients in their hospitals hundreds of miles from home." After a long pause Dani continued, "But I have misjudged people a time or two."
"I'm sure someone told you what happened while you were in surgery," Elizabeth replied. "When head of neuro and cardio were paged to your O.R. Stacy was on the phone with me right away. We were at the airport in twenty minutes, and the company just was cleared for takeff in less than ten."
"I suppose you hi-jacked my limo driver too?" Dani's tone still had an air of orneriness.
"Yes Ms. Smarty-pants, Ted picked us up, we wanted no delay in getting here to see you." Lucy was the one to chime in this time. "It appears we should have taken longer, maybe a cabbie that didn't speak English, Patel's replacement in the O.R. must have given you something to stimulate your wit with the anesthesia ." Liz, Lucy, Stacy and Dani started laughing, until a sharp pain caught Dani's attention.
"So what happens to Dr. Patel?" Dani questioned?
"He was put on a paid administrative leave, until a full investigation is done," Liz explained. She continued, "We weren't okay with that, so we spoke to the head of Surgery, to make sure it would be unpaid through the investigation, and your recovery. If there is something that pops up before you are back to full health, that is remotely related to his negligence, he will remain unpaid. Being a large corporation certainly has its benefits."
As Lucy was telling Dani to get some rest, and they'd see her in the morning before heading home, she reached out and took Dani's hand. Dani's hand being on top of hers in the grasp, Lucy and Liz saw the grooms engagement ring. "Oh My God!" they exclaimed together.
Stacy quickly called jinx on the pair, and asked, "Please don't tell anyone at home, we'd like to do that ourselves." The pair of execs agreed before they took their leave of the couple. When the door had closed, she turned to Dani, "Do you think they can keep that secret from the girls?" she asked. Dani's response was merely a smile and a shrug.
Shortly after Dani's guests had left the nursing staff came in to check vitals, empty the bed pans, change any dressings that needed done, and measure the fluid put out into the bulbs. The lead nurse checked to make sure their checklist was complete then informed Dani, "We are going to give you a sedative so you go to sleep soon, the Doc's want you well rested, since they know you'll have a busy schedule during your stay." As she said it, she was injecting a syringe into the IV. That was about the last thing Dani remembered for the day. | Downsizing Ch. 09 | [
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*A strong bond of love is formed and test at one of the most unlikely places.*
Tangles
WARNING (This story contains scenes of homosexual intercourse and relationships. If you do not wish to read about such topics then you should not read the following story. However. if you are interested in the events then I hope you enjoy this story, but you have been warned.(
CHAPTER 1 - Wait, Who are You Again?
The classroom was abuzz with the various conversations taking place all around. The groups of students sprawled about the room were full of chatter and laughter. Late comers from the previous lunch hour were running for their seats to beat the bell while the teacher made her way to the front of the room; signaling the students chatting to get back to their seats. The 12:30 bell rang and all conversing between students ceased. Eric turned around in his seat to face the front of the room and noticed an unfamiliar face standing next to the teacher.
"Class, I would like to introduce a new comer who will be with us for the next couple of days." The teacher said as she eyed the classroom. "This is Aaron and he will be shadowing. He and his parents are here to see if Aaron will be joining us at Bob James next semester". A hum of excited whispers hissed through the room. People at Bob James were always excited about new students.
"Mark," The kid sitting to the back left of Eric raised his head. "I would like you to help Aaron today and show him around the campus".
"Yes mam." Mark said with a nod. Mark was an intelligent tan otter and a good kid, the teacher new he would do a good job. The teacher bent her head toward Aaron and pointed behind Eric.
"You can sit in the desk behind Eric and next to Mark, Mark can help with whatever you need."
Aaron gave a slight nod and made his way to the desk. Eric analyzed the newcomer as he came closer to his seat. Aaron was a healthy looking hazelnut brown stallion with deep chocolate eyes and glossy fur. His black mane was cut short and neat and he was dressed in a preppy polo shirt with Docker slacks and had a silver and gold Fossil watch. He looked very handsome but was pretty much dressed just like every other male student at Bob James. Eric gave him a nod and mouthed a "hey" as Aaron passed him and the stallion responded with a smiled back and took his seat behind the dragon. Mark turned to Aaron and greeted him, and began briefing him on all he would need to know. The rest of the class was a rather uneventful period save for the new guest. The bell finally rang and the the students started their routine of packing and walking to their next class, giving Aaron a friendly welcome as they passed him. Eric dodged through the traffic of kids trying to get to his locker which was was on the bottom below Marks. Mark was still trying to explain the whole school to Aaron who still seemed to take interest.
"Ok, next we'll visit the foods room. This is like the best class in the world! You'll love it!" Mark said excitedly,"Ya get to make stuff and then eat it! It's great! Here, it's this room right beside my locker. Ya gotta take this class!" Mark continued to explain things with much gusto as he lead the somewhat star-struck Aaron into the much sought after class that is foods. Eric chuckled as he shut his locker and made his way to chemistry. The following hour always seem to drag out the longest as formulas and element names buzzed through his head. He staggered out of the class at the end and shook his head to regain his mindset. Eric didn't struggle really with chemistry or any of his classes for that matter but with summer just around the corner it made it hard to really stay focused. He made his way across the courtyard-like plot of land in the middle of the 4 classroom buildings careful not to step on the lush grass and entered the far building. He came to his locker as Mark and Aaron were coming out of the foods room and Mark had a big smile and was rubbing his stomach. "Man, that's some of the best marinated chicken I've ever had! It just stinks that we had it so close to lunch. I would have eaten more If I wasn't so full!"
"That was really good! I must say I liked that class!" Aaron said with a slight laugh.
"O.K. This list I got from Mrs. Buick says your interested in taking German... hmm, to tell you the truth I don't really know where that is." Mark said as he squinted his eyes in thought.
"Hey, I can show him." Eric said standing up from his locker.
"Huh?" Mark questioned, blinking as he lost his train of thought.
"I got German next anyway so I can take him there" Eric stated.
"Are you sure?"
"Ya, besides, don't you have that play practice thing next?" Mark nodded his head.
"Ya, and it would be great if I didn't have to skip it. Are you sure it's cool?"
"It's no problem, and don't worry, I'll bring him right back to you at the end of class." Eric said sarcastically.
"Sweet! Thanks Eric!" Mark turned to Aaron. "Eric can show you to the German room. Just follow him, he'll be able to tell you more than I can. Well, see ya!" Mark walked off toward the Auditorium as Eric turned to Aaron.
"Here, I'll show you the german room." The two turned and began to walk to the class building on the far right. "So you wanna learn German huh? Any reason?" Eric asked Aaron as they walked along.
"Well I was told that it would be really hard to get into Spanish cuz it fills up first and I always thought Germany and their language was cool so I just chose that instead." Aaron replied
"Well Germany is cool, I was born there."
"Really!" Aaron exclaimed.
"Yep. My parents were missionaries there and I was born there but I only lived there for 4 years and we spoke English in the house so I didn't learn much German, but from what I can remember it's a really cool place, and the language is like five times easier to learn than English." Eric rambled on. "The class is pretty easy though cuz we don't do much."
"Wow, that's pretty cool. Ya, I haven't ever left the states, but I really would like to go somewhere like Germany."
"Yea, I wouldn't mind living there again for a bit. Well here it is." Eric said as he stopped in front of the German room. "We only got like 9 in the class but they're all fun guys." The two walked in the door. " Hey everyone. This is Aaron and he's gonna be here for a while ckeck'n out the Acad. All the kids gave friendly nods and a happy hellos to the newcomer. "Here, you can sit there. It's a front seat but with only 10 chairs there aint much choice." Aaron sat down where he was told and Eric sat in the desk next to him. The teacher greeted Aaron and introduced herself and asked him some questions about himself. The rest of the class time went on as usual. At the end Eric brought Aaron back to Mark as he promised and began packing up for home.
"So did your day go OK?" Mark asked Aaron. Aaron replied with a nod and they continued talking as Eric stuffed his books into the backpack as his friends came up.
"Sup Eric."
"Hey Eric!" said a dark-green male lizard and midnight-black female panther.
"Hey guys, what's up." Eric said as he slipped his arms through the backpack loops and stood up to join them.
The three made up a unique group; much more different than the rest of the groups at the school. They were the "punks" of Bob James, of course to society they were just normal teens. Scott and Eric were both scaly (Eric being a dark blue dragon and Scott a deep green iguana.) They were both dressed in dark tight cords with studded belts and tattered skate shoes. Eric had on a brown oxford shirt with a vintage print of a wicked dragon on the side while Scott had an on a brown striped Element oxford that looked like it had faded spots all over it. Diana wore a long black skirt with a tattered bottom and a tight black top which broke school dress code (which she most likely got chewed out for in the morning). The Pantheress also had on bunches of bracelets on her wrists and a gold necklace. One look at the group and you knew trouble was brewing. Eric was the most sensible one which helped him get away with a lot, but his friends were on the verge of getting kicked out. It didn't matter: They didn't like it there anyway.
"So your coming to No Name skate-park this Saturday right?" the dark lean lizard asked. Eric shook his head.
"Naw man. I gotta work Saturday, but I might be able to later on."
"Whatever Eric! you're always working, you won't be able to do it later either! I mean come on! When are you gonna quit that stupid job anyway? God!" Diana butted in.
"Umm... never! Ya know, it's kinda nice have'n money. You can do stuff with it! The question is when are you two gonna get jobs?"Eric retorted.
Umm... never!" Scott said in a mocking voice. Eric shook his head at his friends when he suddenly felt a light tap on his shoulder. He turned to see who it was.
"Hey, um... thanks for showing me around and stuff." Aaron said sheepishly.
"Oh ya, no problem. "There was a slight pause. "So... I guess I'll see you around some more then?"Eric asked.
"Ya, my parents are crazy. They always take forever when their checking out a school and i gotta always come with them." Aaron laughed nervously, "So ya, I guess I'll see ya."
"K, see ya later." Eric waved as Aaron left down the hall.
"Who was that?" Scott asked.
"Ya, he's cute!" Diana said rakishly. Scott rolled his eyes.
"That was Aaron. He's hang'n around school while his parents check the place out." Eric said with his head still turned to watch Aaron leave. He turned back around to find Scott looking at him with a sideways glance and Diana giving him a mischievous look.
"What?" Eric questioned.
"You think he's cute too! Admit it!" Diana said slyly.
"No! I don't think he's cute!" Eric exclaimed.
"Yes you do." Scott said with almost no emotion.
"Ok, so maybe he's a little b-"
"I knew it! I knew you liked him! I was right! See! You guys should listen to me more often!" Diana interrupted.
"BUT!" Eric stated loudly "...but that DOESN'T mean anything. I think a lot of guys are cute, like Scott-"
Scott snorted. "I already told you no a hundred times."
"Yes, I know, thank you Scott. "Eric said with a shake of his head and a roll of eyes. "As I was saying, I think a lot of guys are cute but that doesn't mean I'm gonna pursue them or fall in love with them. I'm not a slut ya know...of course unless they're like Sco-."
"NO!" Scott said loudly.
"Dammit, fuck you Scott!" Eric said frustrated.
"Heh, Ya, you wish." Diana said, patting Eric on the shoulder and giggling.
"Eric has a boyfriend" She sang.
"Shhh! He's not my boyfriend and would you keep it down! I don't want the whole school knowing I'm gay! You two are the only ones that know and I would like to keep it that way! I don't need to get kicked out too."
"Why? This place sucks!" Scott asked.
"Ya seriously! I can't wait to get out of here!" Diana added.
"Cuz, my mom spends a lot of money to send me here, and she doesn't need anymore grief. She got enough of that with the divorce." Eric said with a sigh.
"Whatever." Diana said somewhat coldly, "Let's go."
Eric adjusted the straps on his shoulders and headed after his friends. He didn't like Aaron... did he? No, he was cute, sure, but cuties come and go. No, Aaron was just another fancy dressed prep at Bob James Academy. He and Aaron were in two totally different worlds that had nothing to do with each other. | Tangles - chapter1: Wait, Who are You Again? by Granite Dragon | [
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The night was dark and the wind howled as we made our way through the dark streets carefully and slowly to avoid detection. There were still German patrols that made their rounds through the town streets, even at this hour.
Dreng froze as he saw a German sentry light a cigarette and he pushed me into an alleyway where we huddled until the Germans passed by on the main street to our left.
Cautiously we made our way north out of town. As we walked on the side of the road, close to the tree line, Dreng put his arm around my waist.
"Aase, I am sorry that we have to leave like this. I know that you liked it at your aunt's home. Believe me, this is my fault. I should never have run off. The Germans were waiting for us. We picked up some weapons at the Swedish border and as soon as we dropped off the weapons they were waiting for us. Jens and his wife Ulla were captured. Now I have brought you into this thing." He spoke softly as we made our way north.
After an hour we left the road. It was 3 A.M. when we found a clearing. I was very sleepy and cold as Dreng cleared an area for us to rest. He quickly and efficiently cut some spruce boughs and formed a lean-to to protect us from the driving wind.
"What will we do now?" I asked.
"In a little we will continue and meet up with the rest of our group in the mountains. I must make sure that all is clear. As soon as it is light we will travel cross country to the cabin where we can both get some sleep." He said.
"I am so tired." I said and slept soundly as he wrapped a protective arm around me. I felt something hard on his side.
"What is this?" I asked and patted his side.
"A gun." He answered. I became afraid. Violence was something that I wished to avoid, especially since there was a new life developing inside of me.
"Dreng...why does this have to be?" I asked. "Why can't we find a peaceful life and wait until this is all over."
"Aase...that is hard to answer. But I think you know the answer. Our families demand justice. Our people must be free." He said softly to me.
"Yes. But I can't stand the thought of ever losing you. Dreng I love you so much." I said. Tears were flowing as I spoke.
"We must live each day as it comes. I have no intention of being without you. We must survive and resist. We will come through this together." He said and held me a little tighter.
I must have slept. For the next thing I knew Dreng was gently calling my name.
"Aase. It is time to move. It is 6 A.M. I let you sleep longer because I knew you were tired. Now we must go." He explained.
I stood and stretched my arms and yawned.
"Your body is changing." He said, then added, "Your breasts are becoming larger as the child grows inside of you." I detected the wonder in his voice as he spoke these words for me to hear. I stood a little straighter, for him to see my developing body.
He stood and put his arm around my shoulder and kissed me.
"We must go. We will be there in time for breakfast." He said and took my hand.
We headed west into the mountains that overlooked Ryukan. Within 90 minutes we found a small stream. I knelt down and drank from it. The fresh running water refreshed me.
"We are almost there Aase. Another twenty minutes. This stream is fed from a small lake. The cabin is there. It is well hidden in the woods." He explained to me.
I am very glad that Dreng knew exactly where we were headed. I never would have found the cabin on my own. He told the truth when he said the cabin was hard to see. We were within ten meters of it before I realized that there was a cabin in front of us.
Dreng knocked on the door, three times. A woman answered and allowed us inside.
"Dreng. I am glad you are here. Olaf and Bjorn have left to pick up the wireless unit from the Colonel. Would you light a fire?" She asked.
"Ja. Ragnhild, this is my wife Aase. She is the reason why I left last night. Bjorn said that it would be all right for me to bring her here." Dreng said to the woman.
"He told me. Aase, I am Ragnhild Lofton. Welcome to your new home. Dreng has told me you and he are newlyweds. Congratulations!" She said and took my hand and led me inside of the cabin.
"You must be tired. If you wish, you may sleep a while longer. I was going to make some breakfast." She offered.
"No. I can always sleep later if need be. I will help you with breakfast, Ragnhild." I offered.
"Takk. It would be nice to have the company of another woman. I was the only one here until you came, that is." She said and smiled.
Two more men returned within an hour and I served them some food. Fried potatoes and biscuits. They returned with more flour and some fresh eggs.
I was introduced to them. Bjorn Lofton was Ragnhild's husband. He had also been a Sergeant in an elite Norwegian unit, the King's Guards from Oslo. Bjorn was in his late twenties and his wife was my age. They had just married before the Germans invaded and had planned on using this cabin as their honeymoon site.
Bjorn had helped our King escape to England, but had returned to be with his wife and to carry on the fight with her. Bjorn was a large man with black hair and a long beard and I thought he looked exactly like his name. For 'Bjorn' in Norwegian means 'bear'. He made me feel at home immediately and soon had us all laughing at his humor. He was a natural leader and we all looked up to him as the head of our small family.
Olaf was quiet. He was my age, barely over 19 and had been a conscript who was never able to report to his unit because of the quickness of the German response when it took over our country. Oslo had been quickly captured and sealed off, as was much of the southern coast. Olaf was from Ryukan, but had remained in the hills north of his town until he met up with Bjorn, Dreng, and some others from this group. He told me that he knew my aunt and uncle.
I learned that there were three different cabins that the group was using. Only one third of the group was here where I was. There were nine more housed in the other cabins within a kilometer of where we were.
I leaned my head on Dreng as I listened to each one as they spoke, joked, or commented on something or another.
It was Bjorn who finally changed the subject.
"Tonight we set up the radio and make contact with our people in London. Dreng, I need you and Jon. We will be gone for three hours. Once we have our orders, we'll return. Aase you will remain here. I'm sorry but it is very cold outside and Dreng tells me you are going to have a baby next year. I imagine you will appreciate the extra sleep." Bjorn said.
Ragnhild got up from the table and began clearing away the remains of our breakfast. Bjorn grabbed her waist and set her on his lap.
"Raggie. I think it is time for us to plan a family." His voice boomed. Ragnhild blushed, but her eyes softened when she looked into his face as it grew tender.
"Ja. I think that would be just fine. Once you have a job and stop traipsing all around the countryside hunting Germans and being a general terror to our peace of mind." She said.
Bjorn laughed uproariously at this and let his wife get back up to finish her chores. I got up to help her. Dreng took my hand and told me to remain seated.
"We need to talk to you. There are certain protocols we have to discuss." He said.
Ragnhild and Olaf were busy doing the dishes and preparing the small cabin for the day. Beds needed to be stripped and sleeping pallets put away. The house would be cleaned and aired out.
"Aase I know that this is something that you are not prepared for. Last year you were a schoolgirl and now you are a wife and soon to become a mother. I understand that your family is gone or scattered. We are now your family and we will make sure you are safe. I feel very bad for Jens and Ulle. They were captured yesterday near the Swedish border. Ulle has family in Sweden. Perhaps she can persuade the Germans that they were only trying to cross the border into Sweden illegally. I would hate to even consider the alternatives. Aase, we will remain in this cabin for another month at the most. From here we will move to another. If we remain in one place too long, we will surely draw attention to ourselves. As the time draws closer for you, I will find a place for you and the baby to stay where you will be safe. Now today and tonight you will remain here in the cabin. You will prepare our meals and something for the three of us when we go out tonight. I must ask you to help Ragnhild with the housekeeping. Making beds and so forth. There are two bedrooms in this cabin. You and Dreng will have one of them. This will give you and your new husband some degree of privacy. Just as I want privacy with my wife. Are there any questions Aase?" Bjorn asked me.
"No. That you for welcoming me into this house. Dreng has told me much about all of you." I replied.
"Good. Now if you wish, I will show you your room and later Ragnhild will show you where everything is." Bjorn said and stood up to show me around the cabin.
After I had helped Ragnhild clean the house and went through the lists of things that needed to be done, Dreng and I went outside to be alone. The wind has ceased somewhat, the air had turned cold. An artic front had passed during the night.
"Soon the snows will come." Dreng commented as we sat on the ground not far from the shoreline of a small lake.
"Yes." I said and laid my head on his shoulder and added, "And our child in the spring."
Dreng brightened, "Aase, I just thought about it. The baby is due about the same time as when we met in the back of the German lorry."
I counted the months. Dreng was right. I was three months pregnant. In six months I should give birth. Around April.
"Yes. An anniversary of many things. Both good and bad." I replied.
Dreng held me.
Now I have not, up to this point, described Dreng as I remember him in those days. As I have said, he is one year older then I am. Dreng had always kept his light brown hair longer then most. He was an avid skier and winter hobbyist. He was just over six foot in height, he had a body that was strong from working on his parent's farm year round and occasionally working on a friend's father's fishing boat. Dreng's solid and compassionate eyes are what I had always found most attractive about him. Now he was my husband and soon to be the father of my child. Words could never express the joy I found being at his side, a part of his life.
I, on the other hand, had been raised in a sheltered home. My father had been the parish pastor for the state church, which was the Lutheran Church. I had never really thought about my looks or how I compared to the other girls my own age. I was 5'5" tall. Slender build, now becoming larger due to my current state. I had always worn my hair long. It reached my shoulder blades, but I always tied it back in a braid behind my head. My breasts, now becoming swollen, had always been about average. In short, I was a normal Norwegian woman, the daughter of a Lutheran pastor who was not accustomed to this new life I was living.
Dreng was in bed with me. He had left before I went to bed, and returned when I was asleep. The first rays of the new dawn shone in through a window, lighting the loft where we slept.
I stretched and sat up. Dreng stirred next to me and rolled over. I slipped on my long coat and went outside to relieve myself. Going inside after I finished, I went back up to where Dreng was and crawled under the covers. He turned to me and smiled.
"Good morning." He whispered and kissed my nose.
I smiled back and wrapped my arms around his head and snuggled closer to him.
Our bedroom consisted on an open area overlooking the downstairs, main room of the cabin. Our bedroom was to the left and Bjorn and Ragnhild's room was to the right. Our room was barely two meters squared, but it was ours and we had a certain degree of privacy, a large canvas sheet was tacked into place, blocking our view of the downstairs area, and more importantly blocking the downstairs from looking up. These arraignments were rather primitive, when compared to what we had given up when we lived with my aunt and uncle, but I was here with Dreng. That was the important thing.
Dreng kissed my head as I nuzzled closer to him. I breathed in his scent and grew warm as he held me close to him.
His hand went to my thigh and he rubbed me. I looked up at him and smiled.
Sitting up I pulled my long cotton nightdress up over my head and lay back down on the bed. Dreng pulled off his thermal shirt and squiggled under the bed as he removed his bottoms. We lay side by side kissing and touching each other's body.
"Aase I have much to tell you, yet I cannot speak about them just yet. I am sorry now that we left the safety of your relative's house. But I am not sorry. I must do what my people and King asks of me. Does this make sense to you?" He asked me.
"Do not speak of these things now, Dreng. I need you. My body needs you." I whispered to him. My request was urgent, and to illustrate my point I took his penis in my hand and rubbed it gently with the other. Stroking it, and touching it lightly with my fingertips, I soon had him aroused.
"Aase, you certainly know how to change the subject. I want you too." He whispered in my ear and began to kiss my body.
I began to respond immediately and soon pulled his body over mine. I spread my legs and as he held himself over me, supporting himself by his forearms. I grasped his penis and rubbed it back and forth over the opening of my vagina, this stimualted me. For two or three minutes I did this until I felt that my body was ready to receive him into me and my natural wetness was beginning to flow from me. I placed the head over my opening and soon my body began to envelop itself around his organ. My hips twitched involuntarily and he was drawn into me deeper and deeper. I gasped at the sensation and held him tightly to my bosom.
Dreng began to thrust into me and soon we were moving in unison. My breathing became ragged as various sensations began to build up inside of me, deep inside of me. My legs wrapped around the small of his back and I pulled his body still closer to mine.
"Dreng! Oh...oh." I gasped his name as he began to stimualte that spot deep inside of me. I could feel the first stirring of release beginning to build up. His thrusting became more focused and deeper he drove into my womb. I knew that he would soon climax for now he was grunting softly.
Opening my eyes, I looked into his eyes. They were fixed on mine and we kissed as the first wave of pleasure gripped me. I lifted my hips to meet his quickening thrusts. A second wave of pleasure followed and I was moaning softly as he covered me with his gentle kissed on the face and neck.
He pushed hard against my loins and his whole body shuddered, his teeth clenched and his breath blew out onto my neck. I felt the warmth of his seed being injected into me. It was a most pleasant sensation and I held him tight to me as he began to slowly collapse on top of me. The warmth of his seed calmed me. I was satisfied.
We lay motionless for a few moments, and Dreng lifted his head and looked into my eyes.
"Aase. I can never get enough of you." He whispered into my ear. He was still inside of me.
I smiled; it was a smile of complete satisfaction. I was complete now, at this very moment.
"I am yours whenever you wish Dreng. I too can never receive enough from you. I think it shall be that way my whole life." I spoke softly to him.
Bjorn, Ragnhild, and Olaf were up. We could hear Bjorn's booming voice as he laughed and greeted his wife, then Olaf.
Dreng and I did not wish to get up, but we did and soon joined the others.
"Ah Dreng! Good morning lovely mother to be!" He said to me. His voice was cheerful and his mood light.
We greeted Bjorn and the others. I went in to help Ragnhild with the morning meal preparations.
"Aase, I need to talk to you and Dreng after breakfast." Bjorn said to me and sat down at the table. I wiped my hands on a towel and nodded that I understood he was talking to me and continued to help Ragnhild make the breakfast cakes we would eat for breakfast.
As the men came into the small kitchen table and sat down to talk, Ragnhild and I set down the food.
Bjorn gave a prayer of thanksgiving and asked for God's protection. It was the first time in many months when my thoughts turned to God. My whole life had changed so drastically.
Ragnhild and I joined our men and we all enjoyed our meal.
As the last cake was eaten, and the last drop of elderberry syrup was sopped up, Ragnhild stood to begin clearing away the remains of our meal.
I stood to join her, but Bjorn motioned me to sit. I took Dreng's hand and waited for Bjorn to speak.
"Aase. Last night Dreng, Jon (you have not met him yet) and I went into the mountains north of here and set up our radio. We notified London that we were ready to receive any orders. My instructions were to send two people to Kinsarvik on Bergen Fjord. I understand that Dreng has a cousin who is a doctor there." Bjorn said.
"Yes. I remember him now." I said to Dreng. I had met him at Dreng's Gymnasium graduation. My father always went to each graduation to congratulate the members of his congregation.
Dreng's cousin was a doctor, just as Bjorn had said.
"I am asking that you and Dreng go there. I have already given Dreng the message to relay to the leaders there. You will travel as newlyweds who have gone back home to Kristiansand only to discover that your family is gone. Good cover stories, right?" Bjorn laughed at his poor sense of humor. It was true so far, everything he had said. It was not as much a cover story as it was the bold truth.
"Word is being sent to these leaders to contact this cousin and find out where true sympathies are right now. With Dreng there, I can set up a network of people willing to relay information to London about the movements of German troops, aircraft, and naval units. Dreng will remain in Kinsarvik and find work. I am sure that you will appreciate that, with a child on the way and all. You will enjoy a home for awhile, Aase." Bjorn spoke in a hushed, conspiratorial tone.
I was overjoyed! A chance to leave this vagabond life behind and live in peace while my husband and I set up house and watch as our child comes into being.
"Yes! I would like that very much!" I said and looked at Dreng beaming with joy.
"I knew you would. That is why I convinced Bjorn to let me have the job." Dreng said.
"Good. You will need to prepare three days worth of food and Dreng tells me that you have eighty-five Kroner between the two of you. That will be enough. Leave as soon as you have your food prepared. Dreng, leave your pistol here. If the Germans discover that you have a weapon, you will be shot immediately. I do not know if there will be many Germans along the road, but be careful. You have good papers and you should not be bothered at all. Take care. Aase I hope to see you again when that child is born. Take care of yourself and have a healthy baby." Bjorn said, then patted my hand.
We were on the road within an hour hiking northwest along the road. The wind had picked up a little as we were at a fairly high elevation. In a few places the snow began to flurry, but we were warm as we walked at a brisk pace. We spent the first night tucked away in the woods. Dreng had built a small fire and a small lean-to protected us from the cold.
The second day on the road we came to the town of Vinjesvingen and was able to find a youth hostel just as the snow began to pick up.
We walked around the town holding hands and thinking up names for our baby when we found a bakery, which was making fresh bread. The smell was delicious! I was willing to just stand there and savor the aroma but Dreng took my hand and led me to the bakery. This was before the hard times, when food was still available.
"One loaf of bread and...some of that pastry there." Dreng pointed to the apple tarts that had been on display.
The girl behind the counter placed our goods inside of a piece of newspaper and then into a bag.
"Two Kroner." The girl said.
Dreng handed her the money.
"New in town?" The girl asked.
"Yes. We are on our honeymoon and going to my cousin's in Kinsarvik." Dreng replied.
"You need to show your papers at the police station. The Germans require it. If we all comply they won't bother us much." The girl said. (The keeper at the hostel had failed to mention this when he gave us a small room with two old cots in it. We had our sleeping bags, so it would suffice for the night, even though I could not have his skin next to mine, I could place the cot next to his.)
Dreng picked up our purchases and we walked across the to the police station.
We walked inside and a Norwegian policeman greeted us.
"How may I help you?" He asked politely.
"We have just come into town and we were told at the bakery that we need to show our papers." Dreng explained.
"Ah, yes. Thank you." The policeman said, still maintaining his cheerful tone.
Dreng took out his papers. They were the ones he had been issued at the refugee camp the day we were married. I reached into my coat and handed mine to Dreng.
The policeman examined them. "Married?" He asked.
"Yes. At the camp where we had these papers issued to us." Dreng replied.
"And how long are you staying here?" The policeman asked.
"Until tomorrow. We are headed to Kinsarvik." Dreng said.
"I see. But you are from Kristiansand." The policeman said.
"We have lost our families. I have family in Kinsarvik. An older cousin. He is my only remaining relative." Dreng said.
The policeman nodded sympathetically. "Yes. We have lost many countrymen this year."
He stamped the papers with vehemence and handed them back to Dreng.
"That is all. Enjoy Vinjesvingen." He said, then added, "There is a bus that will take you to Laatefoss. From there you can take another to Kinsarvik. The price from here to Laatefoss is five Kroner each person. The bus leaves at ten in the morning."
"Thank you Officer. We will take the bus. It will be much easier." Dreng said.
"Then you have enough money for the bus?"
"Oh yes." Dreng said and waved as he touched my shoulder and steered me to the door.
"Now Aase we find some cheese and some pickled herring to go with our bread!"
I had already pulled an apple tart from the bag and was eating it as we stepped onto the street.
After having bought our food, we retired to the hostel. Dreng counted our remaining money.
"After we pay for the bus, Aase, we will have spent twenty-two Kroner. That leaves us with sixty-three. That should last us for some time. We must be frugal though." He put the money away as I was eating my third tart.
"Dreng, I can't believe how much I eat!" I said.
We had bought some goat's cheese and a large tin of pickled herring, some dried fish, and some ham. Dreng had already finished. He was full.
"Aase you eat for two." He said and lay back on his cot. He was deep in thought.
The wind howled outside and the snow was falling steadily outside. We were warm in our small room as I continued to eat a nibble here and another nibble later.
The bus ride Laatefoss was uneventful. I had slept most of the way. There were three others on the bus with us. A woman with a baby, and an elderly couple who were going to stay with their daughter. Their home had been in Honefoss and had been destroyed.
It was dark when the bus pulled into Laatefoss. German troops were everywhere, headed south. They were from one of the mountain units that had seen heavy fighting up north.
As we entered the terminal, policemen were busy checking our papers. A German supervised their every move.
As Dreng handed his papers to the policeman, the German came over and took the papers from the policeman. He took mine as I offered it to the policeman.
"You two will come with me." He said. Our rucksacks were taken from us.
Dreng looked stunned and I had to hold onto his arm for support. So many things went through my mind as the German led us into a room in the back of the bus station.
"Wait here." He said, still holding our papers and closed the door.
In a few moments the door opened and Dreng was taken out. I remained alone in the room.
Only a few seconds passed and the door opened again. A German in a black uniform walked inside with my papers in his hand.
"You are Aase Larsson?" He asked in perfect Norwegian..
"Yes." I replied, "I am she." I spoke in German.
His face brightened and he smiled. But his eyes remained cold and piercing.
"And you are married to Dreng Larsson, the man that was with you?" He asked.
"Yes. I am his wife." I said.
"Now, you will tell me where you are headed and for what purpose. I see these papers say you are from Kristiansand, in the south?" He asked.
"Yes. Our families were killed in the fighting. British bombers bombed the city trying to destroy the docks. We are headed to Kinsarvik. My husband has a cousin there." I replied.
"And this cousin. What is his name?" The German asked.
"Doktor Harald Larsson." I replied, still speaking in German.
"Ah. Now tell me. Really. What is your real reason for traveling to Kinsarvik?" The German asked. His temperament changed immediately as he slammed his hands on the table that I was seated at.
I jumped. My eyes opened wide in terror.
"I have told you the truth." I said.
"Very well. We have all night to find out the real truth." He smiled and added, "I too can play games, Frau Larsson!" He spat out my name.
A hand reached across the table and grabbed my throat.
"I do not believe you. Frau Larsson, I believe that you are going to Kinsarvik for perhaps some other reason. Perhaps to escape with your husband to England. Ja?" He asked.
"No!" I said as emphatically as I could.
He let loose of my throat and stepped back.
"And why not? If my country had been invaded I would want to run to fight again." He said.
"I do not want to join the English. They killed my mother. It was their bombers that bombed our city. Not German."
"Ahhh...so you side with the Germans. Yes?" He asked.
"I side with no one. I am neutral. As my people were neutral before the British and the French drew us into the war!" I said, remembering what Dreng had told me so long ago.
"Yes. That is true. Just as the Germans were forced into the war by them. Ja." He smiled and patted my hand.
He began to pace the room then turned towards me.
"You will take off your clothes. I must check them for contraband." He said and stood away from me.
I took off my jacket and set it on the table.
"Your sweater, shirt, shoes and pants." He said, "On the table so I can examine them."
I complied, standing only in my long thermal underwear and stockings.
He looked over each item. Checking the seams and examining for hidden papers, and so on.
"The rest of your clothes." He said.
I stood there stunned. Not wanting to comply.
His hand reached out and struck me hard across the face.
"NOW!!Frau Larsson." He screamed at me.
I was knocked backwards and hit the wall hard and collapsed on the floor, sobbing.
"I am waiting and you will obey." He said as his hand reached to his holster. He pulled out a pistol and cocked it.
"You see, I have no problem putting an end to all of this fuss right now!" He leered. His eyes gazed at me with evil intent very plain for me to see.
I stood and removed my socks and placed them on the table. Next I pulled off my long thermal shirt and laid it out. He looked at my breasts and smiled.
As I removed my long thermal underpants, he nodded at my nakedness.
"Yes. I can see why you are married already. You would make a good-looking wife for a German soldier." He said as he inspected my underclothes after he holstered his pistol.
Satisfied that I was not carrying any weapons or contraband, he touched my face.
"You are a newlywed, Ja?" He asked.
I nodded. Tears were rolling down my cheeks.
"Then perhaps I should make it my business that you bear our beloved Fuhrer a child for the German cause." He suggested.
I trembled as he turned me around until the table where my clothes were, was at my back. He pushed me backwards and I was laid out roughly on top of the table. With his hand over my throat, he undid his pants and allowed them to drop down. When he had exposed himself he roughly spread my legs apart and pushed himself into me. I bit my lip to stifle a scream. I was certain that he had no problem slapping or beating me. As he pumped against me, the pain was unbearable. I was not ready for this invasion into my body. Within a few seconds, his whole body trembled as I felt him empty his seed in me.
I sobbed softly as he stared down at me.
"That is much better. Yes?" He asked me. I turned my head away from him. Not wanting to show him the hatred in my eyes.
He let loose of my throat and grabbed both of my hands and raised them over my head until they lay either side of my head on the table. He bent over and kissed the cleft between my breasts. All of this time, he was still inside of me. I could feel him grow harder inside of me and soon he began to move against of me as he raped me again.
Much to my shame, my body betrayed me. I began to breathe faster and I even heard a moan escape from my lips as I was taken against my free will. When I climaxed, I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out.
Again the German climaxed inside of me and his demeanor towards me became a little less threatening. I lay still; sobs wracking my body as I silently cursed him and myself. He pulled up his uniform pants just as the door opened and in walked another German in a black military uniform.
"Ah Heinrich, I see you are interrogating a prisoner." He smiled at my tormentor.
"Yes Herr Hauptsturmfuhrer." My tormentor replied.
"Is she dangerous, Heinrich?" He asked.
"No Hauptsturmfuhrer, she is now neutralized and about to be of great service to our Fuhrer and Fatherland, Herr Hauptsturmfuhrer!"
"Ah. That is good. Let me have a look at our fair patriot, Heinrich." The second German said and walked over to where I lay spread out on the table.
I sat up and covered my breasts with a piece of clothing. The second German scowled at me and slapped me across the face. As he did so I sprawled across it, dropping my covering. As soon as I covered my face, he grabbed me by my hair and lifted me up. As I screamed, a fierce punch was landed in my stomach. My wind was knocked from me and I went limp.
The next thing I remember was being roughly flipped over onto my belly so that my back was exposed to him. My head was pushed roughly into the pile of my clothes. I tried to breathe, but my head was held down. A shoe dug into my cheek and my mouth was filled with my thermal underpants. I retched and gasped for air.
I heard the two Germans laughing and joking as I was held down on the table. Then I felt him enter into me. I was being sodomized! His handsands dug into my shoulders, as the fire in my backside raged out of control. I could not breathe and thankfully my consciousness faded away.
I was huddled in the corner of the room sobbing, covering my breasts with my coat when Dreng found me.
"Aase!" He cried and came to me. Sitting on the floor next to me, he tried to pick me up but I tried to rake his face with my fingernails.
He drew back and grabbed my hands.
Gently he pulled me towards him and said, "Aase, it's me. Dreng!" He spoke softly to me but I could detect who it was that was talking to me.
I looked up at him.
"Dreng?" I asked. Then I recognized his face. "Dreng...oh Dreng!" I sobbed. My shame was complete.
We spent the night at a hostel in town. The bus would leave for Kinsarvik in the morning. I do not remember much of that night, nor of the bus ride to Kinsarvik. But I do remember the terrible stomach cramps I had on the bus. By the time we reached Kinsarvik, I was doubled over in pain and I was bleeding from between my legs. When the second German punched me in the stomach, he killed the child that was developing inside of me. Dreng would have to find his cousin quickly. My life depended on it.
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Toons From Space! Emergency Room Emergency!
Doctor Chandra Levine sighed and glanced at the clock. She'd already been at the hospital for going on ten hours now, and it scarcely seemed like she was going to be allowed to go home any time soon. Full moon, an eclipse, and a meteor shower, just about all of them seemingly designed to pull the crazies out into full force as well as swamp the hospital with various degrees of medical 'emergency.' She'd been called in from the clinic on the other side of town to help with the massive influx of patients that had turned up. From the sounds of things it sounded like some sort of gang violence, or drugs, or a frat party gone wrong, or all of the above simultaneously. As overworked as she was, Chandra felt sorry for the bomb squad. Some jokers had left large, brightly colored boxes all over town that were rigged to give a bit of a pyrotechnic display and a large cloud of smoke. Not deadly, hardly even painful, but a few folks had some minor burns when their hair or clothes were set on fire.
Joining in the hijinx were the folks coming in with bruises and concussions from having rubber anvils dropped on them, broken noses and lacerations from being hit in the face with boxing gloves hidden in a variety of things. There were the people brought in for hypothermia when a refrigerator malfunctioned somehow, along with a bunch of penguins likely abducted from a zoo somewhere. A few people had nearly drowned when an office building downtown had somehow managed to fill up with water. And there were some seriously traumatized people whose experiences sounded like someone had slipped them some LSD or some other hallucinogen. The blood lab would be backed up for weeks looking at the results of that.
Chandra found herself hoping for something that wasn't cleaning off powder burns and consoling people who swore that their cats were now six feet tall and rather interested in sexually harassing them. All the strangeness that was going on tonight began to seem routine a good six hours into the mess. The good doctor was, of course, about to get her wish.
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The door to her exam room was kicked open and the smell of alcohol wafted in. Chandra was almost shocked by the sight of the young woman, who looked very much like some sort of clown-ish gang member-type, exactly like the sort of person who might be responsible for some of the other people being in the hospital. Chandra didn't consider herself all that conservative or one of those people who sat around grumbling about the degenerate youths and their newfangled culture breaking down society, but the sheer look of the young woman startled her.
She had multicolored hair sticking straight up in a garish mohawk, tits that looked artificial barely contained beneath a torn up t-shirt, ratty leather jacket and jeans, an inordinate number of piercings that seemed more numerous on places that were not her ears than places that were, not to mention the tattoos on her rather prominently displayed, rounded belly, poking out of her shirt, and on her wrists and hands as well. Oh and the bottle of beer that she was drinking from. She literally sloshed when she walked, rather loudly and nosily. She gave just as a loud and noisy burp and wiped her mouth with her sleeve.
Chandra stared at her patient for longer than she ought to, far longer. "Are you... pregnant?" she asked, not quite sure how else someone could acquire such a round midsection.
"I really fuckin' hope so," the girl said with a grin in a voice that didn't quite fit with her appearance, more shy and squeaky than something befitting a rather boisterous punk. "But this? Nah, this is from all the drinkin' 'n fuckin' I've been doing since last night. I bet I've got like three gallons of beer and two of cum in me."
Chandra just gawked as the young woman smiled proudly at her. "Yes... well... it's not allowed on hospital property, so if you wouldn't mind?" she said holding out the garbage can. The young woman nodded and dropped the bottle inside.
"Damn thing was almost empty anyway," she said with a sigh, hopping up onto the examination table, and giving another rather noisome belch.
The doctor rolled her eyes and turned to put the can back where it belonged. The air positively reeked of alcohol. Chandra picked up the patient's chart from the nearby desk and gave it a look over.
"So, Holly..."
"Holli, with an I," Holli interjected.
"That's what I said, Holly." Chandra said, rather confused.
"No, you're definitely saying Holly with a Y. There's a difference between Holly, Holli, Hawley, Hollee, Hollie, Holley, and Holllii. That's with three L's and two I's," Holli said, repeating the word identically seven different times.
"Umm... right, Holli. It says you've come in for me to..." Chandra paused as she looked up from the paperwork only to find her patient gulping down another bottle.
The doctor groaned, cleared her throat, and held out the garbage can. Holli giggled and blushed a bit, muttered "Oh, right," and then tossed her bottle in. Once more Chandra placed the wastebasket back in its proper place.
"For a skin..." and once again the moment she'd averted her gaze, her patient had somehow managed to conjure another beer from the aether. Or the pockets of her jacket.
"For a skin condition," she said snippily, grabbing the beer and tossing it with the other two in the trash can.
She was downright baffled to find yet ANOTHER open bottle in her patient's charge the exact moment she looked up from the garbage can. It didn't seem possible for her to un-pocket, open, and then begin drinking a beer in the scant second and a half Chandra's attention was turned.
"Stop that!" she virtually snarled, snatching the offending beverage away and placing it with the others.
The doctor openly gaped the moment she looked up and saw still another beer in Holli's hand. The punk girl grinned mischievously.
"Hmm, how about if you take off your jacket so we can look at the area of irritation, it says here that it's on your arm?" Chandra said, deciding to get the source of her patient's booze supply away from her.
"'Kay, doc," Holli said happily, grinning and showing a bit of buckteeth. She shrugged out of her jacket and handed it over.
Chandra found herself looking the garment over as it felt rather odd in her hands, smooth, almost slick, seeming almost, but not quite greasy. It still held the heat from Holli's body and somehow the doctor felt as if it would be tremendously comfortable to wear. She hung it up on the back of the door.
"Good, now that we've got the beers out of the way we can..." Chandra's eyes just about bugged out of her head as she turned to find that Holli had once again managed to procure what seemed like her dozenth beer. She ought to have rattled like a china cabinet upended by a tornado while she was walking in.
Chandra pointed at the trash can and just about growled. "No more beer and no more silliness! Where are you hiding these?"
"In my jacket, in my pants, in my cleavage. You know, all the usual places," Holli said rather happily.
"May I take them so that they cease being a distraction and we can get on with the examination? If you've come to see me about something than I presume that it is rather serious."
Holli's smile vanished and she nodded, looking at some bandages on her forearm. "Yeah, I suppose we better get to business, Doc. I don't have too many more; you can just reach into my pocket and grab my last ones."
She stood and turned, holding open one of the pockets on her jeans with both hands. Chandra sighed and began reaching for it, but pulled her hand back with a start.
"What?" Holli asked, innocently.
"I could've sworn that... nevermind," Chandra said, sighing loudly. The day was getting to her and the long hours seemed to be wearing her down. She could've sworn that there had been glowing red eyes peering out at her from inside the depths of that pocket.
She reached forward again, almost making it in before she suddenly pulled her hand away.
"Seriously, Doc, make up your mind! It's not like it has teeth. My pocket isn't going to bite you!"
That was exactly what Chandra had seen. She steeled herself once again and actually reached into the young woman's pocket. It felt rather large and roomy, and the doctor was sure that she was reaching into a wide open space like sticking her hand into a vase. She could feel the pocket around her wrist and arm, but felt nothing around her hand except... ah!
She seized hold of a bottle and pulled it out. The bottle seemed to stick and didn't want to be freed from Holli's pocket, so Chandra gave it a good yank and stumbled back when it gave way with far less effort than she thought it would have.
Her eyes widened once again as she found herself holding not merely a beer bottle, but a beer bottle with a handkerchief on it tied to another bottle, and so on and so forth. Somehow she managed to pull out a good fifteen or twenty feet worth of handkerchief strand, each knot sporting a bottle of some liquor. Some beer, some whiskey, some wine, some tequila, and some glowing blue thing that she could swear came straight out of Star Trek.
Chandra gaped at Holli's almost skin-tight jeans, clinging to her shapely figure. Now that Holli's jacket was off and Chandra was up close, she could get quite a good look at the young woman's tattoos. They were rather beautiful in their lewd, pornographic way. They looked like they'd taken weeks of painstaking needlework to create. At least the ones on her left side. The ones on the right seemed to be more simply colored, flatter, and not anywhere near as detailed. They lost detail the closer they came to Holli's bandages.
"How did you manage to fit all this down your pants?" the doctor asked, shaking her head as she put down the string of bottles.
Holli interlocked her fingers, tilted her head to the side and batted her eyes. "Come on now, Doc, a girl," she pronounced it goy-el, "has got to have some secrets!"
The doctor shook her head, feeling a headache coming on. She ignored the matter and felt like the sooner she could get Holli out of her exam room the better. She pulled on a pair of gloves, just in case Holli had an open wound or a skin infection or something of the like.
"So what's the problem?" Chandra asked as she began to unwrap the bandages. They didn't seem to be gauze, but rather some sort of brilliantly white fabric. It almost hurt her eyes to look at it.
"Well, everything started to feel really funny there, and it looked and felt kind of weird."
"Can you maybe be a little bit more specific, in what manner was it funny and weird?" the doctor asked, continuing to unravel the bandages. Holli had wound quite a bit of material around it.
"I came home from the party where I got my tattoo work done last night and..." Holli paused at the doctor's expression.
"You had all this..." Chandra gestured to the intricately detailed work on Chandra's midsection and left arm, "done last night? That is impossible."
Holli nodded, "Yeah, that's what I said! But the guy didn't even have a needle, just a paintbrush. I don't know how he did it, his hand moved faster than I could see, and when he was done there it all was!"
The doctor rubbed a gloved finger over the tattoos on Holli's left arm, "This does not feel like paint."
"I know! I don't know how he did it either. It's actually under the skin somehow!"
Chandra continued unwrapping the arm, frowning at the rather large pile of unraveled bandage growing on the floor.
"Holli, please, enough silliness for tonight. I have had a very difficult day and this is not helping. How much did you wrap around here?"
"Um... I don't know. I kind of lost track. My friend Suzy has this pet rabbit, and I was holding him and he kind of scratched me and it stung and kind of tingled. I was bleeding a little bit, so we bandaged it while we were doing some other fun things. Here..."
Holli pulled a switchblade out of her pocket, the same pocket that Chandra had just reached in and felt nothing but a beer bottle. The doctor gawked at it as Holli began to cut off the bandages.
"So you've had this on since last night?"
"Yup!" Holli nodded.
"You have not taken it off?"
"Nope!" A headshake.
"So how do you know you have some sort of skin condition?"
Holli paused in her cutting and held up her hands. "Because this hand and this arm are colored differently from this hand and this arm, and it seems to be spreading and totally ruining my sweet tattoos."
Chandra looked at Holli's hands, a good long look. Her right hand looked strange, oddly smooth and colored. It looked... strange. Flat and lacking definition, her palm lacking lines entirely and as best the doctor could tell as she held Holli's hand up to the light, no fingerprints, nor any tiny hairs on the back of her wrist. And...
"Holli," Chandra asked quietly, "You had five fingers on this hand when you came in, did you not?"
Holli paused and took a good long look at her hand, actually going so far as to count her fingers. She looked at her other hand and then began counting fingers again. Try as she might she couldn't get her two hands to add up to the proper number of fingers.
"I... think I did. It was here earlier, I'm not sure where it went. Fingers don't just go wandering off by themselves, do they?"
Chandra looked over Holli's hand but there were no signs of trauma, no scars, the bone structure didn't even feel like there had ever been a fifth finger there.
"So what happened after the party and the rabbit scratch?" Chandra asked.
"Well, that's when I started to feel really randy, so Suzy and me went to a different party. There were a few cute guys and girls there, but no one really interesting, Doc. Just me and Suzy. So after boinking a few folks we headed back to her place. We'd both gotten really plastered, got dressed up all sexy, had our hair done somewhere along the line, not sure when. She looked hot, I mean smokin' hot. So we started making out, sparks started flying and... there we go!" she'd cut the bandage free, it seemed to spontaneously fly apart into a pile of white strips that covered the floor and a rainbow row of knotted handkerchiefs on top.
Chandra sighed and sat down on the nearby desk, pinching the bridge of her nose in agitation. "I think whatever some of the strange patients I've been seeing today have is catching because there are quite a few things not making sense."
"That's what she said! That things were all weird and funny and not quite right, but we couldn't figure out what was wrong! She seemed like she needed to loosen up a bit, so I coaxed her into bed, tugged off her skirt, and then tugged off her, if you know what I mean." She waggled her eyebrows suggestively.
"Wait, your friend Suzy is a... transsexual?" the doctor asked, confused.
Holli shook her head, "Nah, Doc! Suzy is this perfect blonde cheerleader type. Went out with the captain of the football team and everything! She's not some sort of weirdo like that!"
"Then how is she a she?"
"Well, she's pretty much all girl; she's got all the girly parts. She's just got that one thing extra. I figured it was kinda normal, since a lot of the girls at the party had one. At least they did once we started having fun. I was kind of drinking a lot. But all the girls I've seen naked in the past twenty four hours have had one. It was awesome, like Sausage City at that party. Everyone had a dick they wanted me to suck. It was too bad they were all kinda flat personalities."
Chandra shook her head and waded through the pile of knee high bandages on the floor to grab Holli's file. "Including you?"
"Including me! How d'ya think I got this bellyful of spunk here? Once I found out I was flexible enough to cut Suzy out of the middle I went to town! I only stopped when my tummy got so big I couldn't keep it in my mouth any more!"
The doctor looked at the file, "There is nothing indicating a hermaphroditic or intersexual gender for you in here. It lists you as a female. I am tired of lies and silly games, Holli. Now please can we..."
Chandra looked up from the file to find a buck-toothed grin on Holli's face and her skin-tight jeans peeled off and tossed aside. The girl had suddenly developed a larger bust, a narrower waist, broader hips, and a sizeable erection that would have been impossible to conceal in such tight-fitting trousers.
"Boy, Doc, it sure feels better to get rid of those!" Holli said with a chuckle. Her tattoos wriggled and writhed as Chandra watched, changing into simpler shapes and colors, less pornographic, merely simple lines giving the appearance of the biker-style tats she had sported. The young woman's skin darkened as well to a deep chocolate color, the lines of her tattoos nearly black. Her thighs, stomach, and chin were a shade of creamy white. Her mohawk seemed to grow larger even as Holli herself seemed to grow shorter, her legs a bit out of proportion with the rest of her.
She brushed her long, lop-like rabbit ears back behind her head and seemed to reach into a pocket on her brown, furry hip, pulling out a trio of pyramid-studded straps, one for each wrist and another to keep her ears back in a semblance of a ponytail behind her neon mohawk, which seemed to be constantly changing color.
Holli cutely wiggled her pink nose at the doctor and reached into an impossible pocket again, pulling out a carrot and chewing on it noisily, "You'll have to forgive me for stealin' another rabbit's line but, eh," she shrugged. "What's up, Doc?"
Chandra gawked at the sight of her patient who had gone from a tattooed pregnant-looking girl with multicolored hair to a tattooed pregnant-looking cartoon rabbit with multicolored hair and an oversized, fully erect, seemingly fully functional cock. "This is not possible." She stated adamantly, "I must've been slipped something hallucinogenic. This sort of strangeness has been reported all day!"
"It sure feels real to me, Doc!" Holli said, giving her length a few strokes, a jet of thick precum splattering on the ground. The white tile seemed to immediately brighten where the liquid landed, the spots of painted cartoon whiteness slowly spreading out from the point of contact.
"Well, will ya look at that? I'm contagious!" Holli said, sounding downright joyful. "Maybe you oughta take my temperature? Or maybe give me some sexual healing?" Holli's grin widened, "But you're the one whose having hallucinations and looking almost sick to her stomach. So it's my turn to play doctor!"
There was an odd sound as Holli began to spin around, the wind from the motion scattering papers all over and knocking over several jars, which shattered on the floor. Holli suddenly stopped, otolaryngologist's mirror upon her head, stethoscope around her neck, a pair of surgical gloves on her hands, and an abbreviated scrub top knotted just below her cleavage to expose her bare midriff.
"Now open wide and say ah!" the rabbit in doctor's attire said happily, tapping her hardn with a tongue depressor as she stepped forward.
Unable to think of anything else, Chandra shoved the chair at Holli and bolted for the door. Holli yelped as the chair seemed to carry her off and she collided against the wall with the sound of crashing bowling pins. The doctor slammed the door shut behind her, unable to believe the sight she'd just witnessed.
"Come with me to the casbah!" Holli called through the door, "We will make beautiful music together. Well, if your idea of beautiful music is Nine Inch Nails. Specifically "Get Down, Make Love" and "Closer." I wanna fu..."
Chandra grabbed a chair leaning against the wall and wedged it beneath the knob. "I don't think so," she said with a sigh of relief.
"Who are you talking to, Doc?" said Holli from immediately behind the doctor, munching on a carrot.
The doctor yelped and jumped several feet into the air, taking off as fast as her legs could carry her down the hallway as she did her best to get away from the potentially infectious, rather lustful she-rabbit. Chandra turned her head to look back, and despite her reckless pace, Holli didn't seem to be losing any ground. In fact she seemed to be gaining even as she walked forward at a rather leisurely pace.
The doctor looked down at her feet, finding herself somehow on some sort of treadmill with a scrolling background of hospital hallway on one side. "This wasn't here before! You can't DO that!" she said, hopping off the treadmill and taking off for real.
Chandra ducked into a nearby room and slammed the door shut behind her, not paying attention to what it was. There had to be another exit, even if it involved climbing out a window, or if all else failed breaking one. Luckily it was an empty patient's room, and while the main door lacked a lock, the bathroom door did indeed have one. But then again Holli had managed to get out of a room with only one exit without seemingly even using the door. Chandra cursed her rather studious childhood; if she'd watched more cartoons she might know what she was supposed to do now.
She yelped as she looked back and realized that the door she had been leaning against now suddenly lacked a wood grain. It was just a plain, flat-looking brown door, like it was painted in the cartoon style. Chandra moved away from it quickly, pulling off her labcoat and throwing it to the side. As she watched the garment slowly began to lose its texture, turning more and more to a simply shaded object. Horrified, Chandra rushed into the bathroom, flipping on the light and looking at her back in the mirror for tell-tale traces of the strange infection. No, it was more than a mere infection if it could outright alter reality around it.
She would have to go out the window to get away from whatever this thing was. She'd pay for the window later if it turned out that all this was just some kind of weird drug-induced freakout. The doctor drew in a deep breath and turned, stepping out of the bathroom door, wary for mohawk-sporting pervert rabbits. But rather than stepping back out into the patient's room that she had entered, Chandra found herself back in the hallway.
She paused, blinked a few times, and then turned around, stepping back through the door only to come out somewhere else entirely further down the hallway. She could see the Wet Floor sign leaning against the wall just beside where she had been a moment before. Baffled she stepped through the same doorway once more and found herself across the hall from the doorway with the sign next to it that she'd entered in the first place.
"This isn't..." Chandra murmured, "It's not..." She sighed and shook her aching head. The entire situation was impossible, it violated the laws of physics and... just...
The doctor punched the wall, wincing at the pain that shot through her hand as she would expect from punching a brick wall. She was most definitely not dreaming. Her subconscious was not typically this creative, she usually dreamed of things that were normal. Stuff like doing her chores, or being at work, or occasionally finding herself back in high school for some strange reason.
"What is going on?" she almost whimpered, taking in deep breaths to both try and calm herself and get her air back after the flight from Holli and the close call with her labcoat.
"Beats me. You're looking awfully pale, Doc. Maybe I oughta check your temperature? I hope you're okay with my meat thermometer."
Chandra turned to see Holli coming down the hallway. The punk-haired rabbit waved at her and blew the doctor a kiss. Chandra ducked as a pair of large red lips fluttered across the gap between them and smacked into the wall behind her.
Holli broke into a run and she was faster than Chandra thought possible. Must be the bunny rabbit in her or something. The doctor was not going to outrun her on a straightaway, so maybe she could...
The doctor ducked back into the door she had just come out of once more, looking left and right before spying Holli slipping on the floor and plowing into a potted plant. She ran across to the next door, it said closet, but Chandra was hoping that it would work like the other doors she'd been through. And indeed it did. Chandra grinned, feeling hopeful now that she could turn at least one aspect of the wacky situation to her advantage. She ducked into another doorway, finding herself further down the hallway, closer to the exit sign that she could see glowing brightly at the end of the hall.
"Oh a woise guy, eh? Well two can play this game!" Holli shouted, and then hopped into a doorway as well, coming out of another one not far from Chandra.
"Crap," the doctor groaned, ducking back into the door she'd just come from. It put her further back down the hallway, but it gave her space to get into another one and get further away from Holli. Another door, another trip further down the hallway, while Holli skidded out into the hall behind her. Chandra grinned; the rabbit lacked shoes and thus had a tendency to skid on the freshly mopped tile floor, another thing she could use to her advantage.
She picked doors at random, finding that those on one side of the hall tended to put her closer to the exit and the other side further away. She was so close, so very, very close, but Holli seemed almost always right behind her. Only the seemingly randomness of the door exits kept her pursuer from catching up with Chandra.
Success! There was the exit! Just one door away from her and... ow!
Chandra crashed into Holly's rounded middle and went flying, skidding on her backside across the hallway and into the OB/GYN department. Holli went flying in the completely opposite direction, back through the doorway and further down the hall.
The doctor leapt to her feet, looking herself over for tell-tale ink and paint coloration that would hint at infection. She found none, though as Holli had said, she was looking a bit pale.
She couldn't go back out into the hall and there were no windows in here. The door trick might take her right back out into the hallway. What could she do? What could she possibly...
"Doctor, oh dooooctor!" Holli called.
Chandra ducked into one of the examination rooms, hiding behind the door, wracking her brain for anything that she could possibly use to get out of her situation. Cartoon, cartoon, cartoon, how did you get out of being cornered in a cartoon?
"You in here, doc?" Holli said, poking her head in, Chandra could see the shadow.
She tried her best not to make a single sound, her gloved hands feeling over the wall behind her in hope that she could find SOMETHING to use. Then she felt something round, like a wooden pole, or a handle to something. Chandra grinned as Holli flipped the light on and closed the door.
"There you are! I win our game of hide and go seek, now what do I get as my prize?"
"This!" Chandra growled, swinging the item she'd grabbed hold of. The sledgehammer sized tomahawk-style reflex hammer connected with Holli's head with an incredible "WHOP!" sound, sending her across the room and onto the examination table.
The rabbit fell perfectly; Chandra quickly placed her in the stirrups. She panted deeply, out of breath, terrified in ways she could scarcely imagine, everything she knew having broken in a single afternoon. She was just so sore and aching, so annoyed, frightened, and frustrated.
She looked over her hands to see if there was any trace of the infection. Her gloves were clean and clear. Thank goodness. Her breathing was back to normal levels and Chandra finally felt calm. More than calm, almost... giddy. She leaned against her hammer and grinned, feeling rather proud of herself for... for...
Chandra looked down at the giant reflex hammer. Despite its solid feel and heft it didn't feel quite... well... actually it felt perfectly natural in her hands, like it was made to fit them perfectly. It was absolutely gorgeous with its smooth gray handle and red-brown head. So simply and wonderfully colored, standing out against the dull grays, whites, and pastels around her.
The room around her looked so dull and dreary, the only things in it that seemed real were her hammer and the unconscious Holli, who hard stars circling her head. Chandra found herself looking over the cute bunny in the nurse costume, her magnificent breasts, her sexy tummy, her still-erect cock... the doctor felt a small stirring in her own loins.
She paused and moved to the nearby sink, peering into the mirror over it. Chandra's jaw dropped at the sight of herself. The color had leeched entirely out of her face, leaving it stark white and... painted. The change in her skintone was taking place all over her body, but the cartoon-y look seemed to slowly be spreading from her face.
Chandra watched with fascination as her eyes changed colors, turning from brown to a brilliant red. Her black hair began to fade to grey and then to white, matching her skin tone. The doctor just gawked at her reflection, not quite understanding what was going on. Trying to image how she'd become infected.
"Dumkopf!" she said, suddenly speaking with a German accent for no reason that she could think of, it just felt right. "You touched your gotterdammerung face in exasperation after touching her arm."
"Alterations apparently develop from ze area of original contact with ze unknown pathogenic agent," she said, making clinical observations. She touched her face with her gloved hand, finding rather oddly that her sense of touch seemed to carry through the gloves, as if they were a part of her.
"Though ze simplistic coloration makes it appear as skin, ze fully altered portions of my face are furred like an animal." She noted, watching her ears begin to enlargen and change shape.
The doctor's pants suddenly felt uncomfortably constrictive, so with a brief pull, changing them into a table cloth, she removed them, allowing her newly forming tail and already formed cock to be freed from their cloth prison.
"Hmm, it is as za patient stated. For some reason ze alterations to my body include a phallus. Of course not being a drunken ignoramus, I am fully aware of what ze typical female anatomy is and is not."
Chandra let out a soft moan as she stroked her new appendage, "It seems that ze initial stages of infection can proceed at a variable rate. Perhaps Holli's continuous drinking resulted in a slowing of ze alterations. Or perhaps ze disease is a drama queen and requires ze subject to notice zat zey are infected before rapidly reaching ze end stage."
She shivered as she felt her entire body shift into its new state. There was an accentuation of features, a narrowing in the waist, and a broadening in the hips and chest. Chandra ran her tongue over her newly elongated and enlarged incisors wriggled her pink nose at her reflection.
"Ze alterations seem to have proceeded along some sort of stereotypical role. Being a doctor my post-infection form is zat of an albino rat, a lab rat if you will. Also zat would explain my altered vocal mannerisms as well as my rising urges to further study ze infection by introducing it into uncontaminated control subjects. Also likely a symptom of ze disease to further its spread."
"Umm... who are you talking to?" Holli asked, a brow raised as she looked over the doctor.
"Hush! I vil deal with you in a moment!" Chandra said, admiring her new shapely toon body in the mirror, "I feel a sense of euphoria and also satisfaction at my altered form. I feel rather good, and yet so terribly, terribly naughty." Chandra spun on her three-toed, paw-like furless feet, giving Holli a wicked grin as she snapped one of her four-fingered gloves. The lights dimmed and a clap of thunder sounded as the room was illuminated by lightning. Even though there were no windows.
"Since we are in the OB/GYN clinic, Nurse Holli, I believe that we ought to conduct a rather thorough diagnostic session of both our reproductive systems." Chandra said with a grin, adjusting a pair of glasses that weren't there a moment before.
"Umm... can't we just have dinner and drinks first? I don't go past second base for the first date!" the rabbit protested.
Chandra clicked her tongue. "So much protesting after wanting to chase me down and put this in me, hmm?" she purred, running a gloved hand over Holli's hardn. The rabbit gasped softly and lay back on the examination table.
"I don't wantcha to think of me as one of those loose women!"
"Well, why don't I conduct a test to see how loose you actually are, a rather deep, handsn test. Of course there are not going to be any hands involved..."
Holli sighed happily, hearts in her eyes. "Oh Doctor, you know all the right things to say to a goil."
"Prepare for your examination!" Chandra said, following with a maniacal laugh as she stepped up onto the extended bottom step of the examination table, slipping her new manhood into the eager rabbit's depths.
"And another thing, Mr. Narrator Guy. Would you PLEASE stop calling me a rabbit? It's Holli Hare. It's got that illustrative thing going on."
You mean alliterative?
"Ghesundheit!" Holli and Chandra said at once, looking directly at the camera.
"If you'll excuse us, I do believe this falls under doctor-patient privilege!" the good doctor says, pulling down a shade over the scene, reading 'The End.'
'Or is it?'
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"You ready?" Roberto asked over the phone.
"...just about," Danny replied, shoving the last remaining pieces of clothing from his closet into a duffle bag.
Around him, open cardboard boxes and a suitcase all stuffed with his belongings stood in a bare bedroom. His former bedroom.
"All right! You can come over now if you like," the copywriter announced, zipping up the bag.
"Okay baby, I'm heading out then." They hung up.
Sitting on the carpeted floor, looking at the empty four walls, it hit Danny again that he really was moving out of his parents'. This was going to be a big new chapter in his life.
He thought back to when he announced his decision earlier in the week.
Facing him, in the kitchen, there was his mother, whose eyes widened, like those of a deer staring at oncoming headlights.
Beside her, his dad Pierre raised his eyebrows.
Danny was ready for his mom to raise her voice and begin an endless tirade. But instead, she just got up, expressionless and silent, and headed for the staircase.
"Mom?" the copywriter asked as she walked by him. When she neither stopped nor responded, he turned to his dad, who responded with a silent half-hug and a pat on the shoulder.
"Have you thought about this seriously?" Pierre asked.
"Yes, dad," the brunet answered. "He's the one. We're serious about this."
A slight smile appeared on his father's face. "You're all grown up now." He held Danny in a long embrace.
"It will be hard at times. Call me if you need anything."
"Merci, papa."
Leaving his memories to focusing again on the present, Danny double-checked his closet. 'At least I have dad,' he thought.
Just then, Pierre knocked on the door.
"Alors..." Danny's father said as he came in, "When are you leaving?"
"Soon, maybe ten minutes"
His father teased, "Love moves quickly, doesn't it?"
"Dad..." Danny moaned, rolling his eyes, as Pierre laughed and patted the copywriter's shoulder.
"Thank you, for supporting me," Danny said.
"We love you so much, Danny. Both of us." Pierre paused. "Things have been a little bit difficult lately, but that's because you're our little boy. You'll always be our little boy."
"Papa..." The moment just wouldn't be complete without waterworks from Danny.
His father continued. "You're a man now. Take care of yourself. Take care of Roberto. Soon, you'll have to take care of us too!"
Danny chuckled, wiping his tears away.
"Are you done packing?" his father asked, his hands on the brunet's shoulders.
"Almost."
"All right, I'm going to see how your mother is doing."
His son frowned, guilty.
"Just give it time, Danny," Pierre assured, patting his shoulder. Danny took a breath and nodded some more. "All right, go finish packing then."
In his bedroom, the brunet tried his hardest to concentrate on checking everything in his bags and boxes again. 'I'm doing the right thing, he reminded himself. I'm doing the best thing.'
Several minutes later, Roberto texted him to say he'd arrived. Danny went downstairs to open the door for Roberto, hugging him tightly. Then they began moving the copywriter's belongings out of his parents' house.
It took several trips to get his computer, his books, all his clothes, and every other daily essential and knick-knack into the mechanic's red Lancer; the trunk and backseat were filled to the brim. When they were all done, Danny made one last trip up to the master bedroom door. He knocked.
Pierre opened up, and Danny's eyes immediately darted to his mom, sitting on the bed, blotting her eyes with a ball of tissue. The sight made her son choke up.
"You ready, son?" his father asked.
Danny nodded and squeezed his eyes shut tightly.
"Goodbye, dad. Goodbye, mom."
As his father embraced him one more time, Danny opened his eyes to steal a final look at his mother. She was looking right back at him, her eyes red, her expression stoic but flecked with fear and sadness.
That image haunted the brunet all the way back to Roberto's apartment. It would remain in the back of his mind for much longer.
His boyfriend knew very well what was going on inside his head, and quietly held Danny's hand on the drive back home.
When they arrived at the underground garage in Roberto's building, the last thing Danny wanted to do was to haul his belongings up to the apartment.
As they got out of the red Mitsubishi Lancer, the mechanic suggested that Danny leave the nonessential stuff down in his basement storage locker. After dropping that off, they then carried everything else up to the apartment in a few trips.
As they moved the final boxes in the suddenly cramped apartment, Roberto said, "You can start unpacking tomorrow. There's no hurry." The two of them pushed Danny's belongings first into the den strewn with exercise equipment, then finished off the last of the bags by throwing them into the closet.
"We gotta get some racks or shelves for all your fancy clothes," Roberto exclaimed, realizing how much space Danny's stuff took up.
Danny loved it every time Roberto said "we". "Don't worry; I inherited my mom's space-saving skills," he assured. "You'll barely notice my things are here after I'm done," he said with a smile.
Roberto tousled Danny's hair. " I'll notice the extra mouth eating all the food...and the extra pair of ass cheeks just waiting to be taken," he quipped, giving his boy's bum a loud smack.
The brunet jumped and squealed.
"Help me make dinner," the mechanic requested, wrapping his arm around Danny's waist.
After cooking up a chicken quinoa salad and finishing it quickly, the couple cleaned up and headed to bed. Both of them were silently wondering if they would have sex tonight.
Danny thought Roberto would be too tired from the move to be in the mood. Meanwhile, the mechanic thought his boyfriend would still be too emotional to want some nookie.
Sliding underneath the covers, naked, Danny reached to hold Roberto's naked body, wrapping his arms around his beefy chest. He rested his head on the mechanic's shoulder and sighed contentedly. In response, Roberto draped Danny's leg across his waist and traced soft circles on his buttocks.
Just feeling Roberto's arms around him, his warmth, the protective strength of his hard body, was enough for Danny. For now.
"Thank you," he said, hugging his man's arms.
"For what?"
"For asking me to live with you. And..." he turned his head, "Just for everything."
Danny felt so loved, so grateful that they were now living together. He felt alive as he embarked on the next stage of life's journey with his love.
The lovers kissed, gentle smooches to show their affection. Roberto snuggled his head deep in the nape of Danny's neck.
"You're welcome, baby."
Gradually, the rise and fall of the mechanic's relaxed body, and the soft rumble of his snores, they began to whisk Danny away to sleep. He smiled and wondered how his man always fell asleep so quickly.
Several peaceful hours later, a full bladder woke Danny.
The sun was already up; he paused, then reminded himself that it was Saturday. Carefully, he moved Roberto's embracing arm from his naked waist and strided quickly to the bathroom.
After he was done peeing, he was eager to dive back into the warm bed, where his sleeping mechanic slept sprawled out, arms opened wide, with that gloriously built, hairy chest on full display.
The rumpled blanket bared Roberto's thigh and erection, a delicious, oversized prick that was begging to be sucked. Danny could never say no to that slightly bent nine-incher. He wasn't about to this time.
So he slid onto the bed like a predator, his arms and legs gliding over the sheets slinkily. Eyes locked on the prize, Danny licked his lips at the shaft of flesh. His lover's cock had already given him countless cries of pleasure; there were surely countless more to come.
Around the penis, an expansive stretch of pubic hair flourished, curly and unruly. It ran down the insides of Roberto's thick, toned thighs and spread up his pelvis, camouflaging the veins, until the fur narrowed into the treasure trail that Danny loved to fondle and suck.
Resting his head sideways on his mechanic's ripped stomach, Danny grinned and wondered how different his stud would look if they did a top-to-bottom Nair session on him. As he cast his eyes all over this stunning specimen of virile man, the slim brunet thought that Roberto would look like a fitness model.
Danny softly fondled his lover's hard member, reaching to administer some loving touches to his hairy, droopy sacs.
The hairless fantasy continued in his head. He imagined a photo shoot with a professional photographer. Roberto would feel awkward in the studio; he didn't really like how he looked in pictures. Danny gave him that one; he thought Roberto's captured images didn't hold a candle to how devastatingly sexy the mechanic was in real life.
The younger man quietly giggled when he imagined the photographer barking orders to Roberto: "Flex! Look at the camera! Look at me like you want to make love! YES!! Keep flexing and bend your waist...HOLD IT!! DON'T MOVE."
Danny couldn't wait anymore. He took that monster dick in his mouth hungrily.
What would Roberto wear? Of course, the mechanic stud looked best naked, but if they were shooting a calendar, let's say, wouldn't he look cute dressed up as a firefighter? As a cowboy, with a lasso and assless chaps? Or maybe as a topless welder, with the helmet flipped back and grease all over?
As Danny licked under and over the shaft, then sucked hard around the crown, he decided Roberto would look his best in just a pair of red Speedos...ooh, or jockstraps!
Or...or, just in his mechanic coveralls, black oil stains and all, with the zipper pulled down to offer a tantalizing glimpse of his eight-pack and furry, veiny groin.
Danny was hard now. He opened his jaw wide and deep throated his dream lover.
The skillful suction drew a deep breath from Roberto. His big, rough paws found Danny's peachy bum and began kneading them.
"Morning baby..."
"Muhnuh..." Danny mumbled, not wanting to take his firmly-sucking lips off the cock.
"Eager beaver this morning, huh?" Roberto remarked, reaching for the lube on the nightstand.
Danny released his favourite plaything and looked at Roberto with mischief.
"We didn't, last night."
"You didn't get your dose of cum?" Roberto teased.
"Berto!"
"It's okay. I'm ready to feed my cum slut now," he winked.
Danny blushed and slapped Roberto's thigh, but then eagerly went back to fellating the mechanic. "Guu..." Danny replied with the nine-incher stuffed in his mouth.
As the younger man took his time to enjoy the sweet dick, Roberto slipped in two lubricated fingers into his favourite playground: Danny's hot, tight hole, the hole he deflowered, the hole that was his and only his to fuck and cum in. His boy yelped in surprise as his digits pushed past his sphincter and zoomed straight for the prostate.
The both moaned lustfully during the foreplay, calling on each other to fulfill their all-consuming need. Danny took all the cock he could handle down his gullet, gagging a few times but pressing on, while Roberto continued pumping his fingers into his lover's rectum, the friction drawing wet squelches from the relaxing canal. He also used his other hand to stroke Danny's five-incher, twisting his wrist and circling his fingers to get his boy turned on and opened up quickly.
Time slipped by uncounted, the lovers singlemindedly indulging in bodily gratification. Although the mechanic loved the view of his digits penetrating Danny's squeezing anus, and he loved having his dick attended to by his love, he wanted even more to stick it in and fuck away.
"C'mon baby, you're ready now," Roberto finally said, taking his slicked fingers out of Danny's rectum and giving the perfectly perky globes a good slap. Danny whined, gave one last hard suck, then popped the massive prick out of his mouth and turned around to face his man.
"Wanna ride me, baby?" Roberto asked with a grin.
"Um hmm," his younger lover nodded.
Danny got on his feet and straddled the mechanic stud's horizontal body. Reaching back, he found the steel-hard shaft and pointed it up to his rosebud. Then, locking eyes with his lover, he squatted down on it.
They both cried out in pleasure at the tight, aching sensation. The brunet wanted to impale all nine inches up his ass, right away, but he took a breath and knew he had to be careful with Roberto's endowment. So he waited a moment, planting soft kisses on Roberto's waiting lips.
"Fuck, you feel so amazing," the older man moaned in between the sloppy dueling of their tongues. He gazed longingly at Danny with hooded eyes.
The young bottom bit his lower lip and sat down further, taking more cock up his tight little hole.
"Oh! That's it, Danny! Fuck yeah..."
Roberto closed his eyes, leaned back and threw his powerful arms above his head.
The sight of the mechanic's densely tufted armpits drove Danny to slide his outstretched hands up the mechanic's impossibly muscled torso. He relished the texture of every corded ridge, his man from head to toe an exquisite model of highly-disciplined brawn. Taking in Roberto's statuesque physique while also taking in his oversized prick, the brunet bottom mewled seductively.
"Yeah, baby, use my body..." the horny stud encouraged, as a gripping, aching warmth enveloped his pulsating cock.
"Take that cock...that's right..."
"Ohh!" Danny groaned, "I think you're all the way in..."
Reflexively, Roberto thrusted his pelvis up and found that he was indeed buried inside of Danny up to the hilt.
"Fuck yeah," he replied, reaching up to play with his lover's nipples.
The copywriter leaned forward, hands bracing the headboard, and began to ride Roberto's dick. As they moaned and cursed with every squat and push, the bed bounced up and down, complaining with little squeaks.
Thrusting that monster prick all the way up his rectum, Danny fucked his mechanic stud harder and harder. The squats slapped his peachy bum loudly against Roberto's thighs.
"Aw yeah, baby, YEAH! You like that dick huh?!" the mechanic growled, eyes burning as they stayed locked on his lover's pupils. "You like taking that dick hard and fast??"
Danny held their breathless gaze amidst the frenzied rocking. And then he felt his lover's paws gripping his buttocks.
"Ye...y-YES! Oh Berto!!"
Roberto couldn't help but start to take control. He grabbed Danny's bouncing buttocks and thrusted himself up into his lover; Danny screamed, threw his head back, and held on tightly. The bumpy jaunt rocked the younger man's entire body, breaking his loud hollering into coarse, agitated shouts.
"Fuck me back, baby, c'mon!!" Roberto urged, giving Danny his all. His boy pushed his ass back onto the pistoning prick, matching the mechanic's thrusts, and screeched at the searing assault that ravaged his anal canal.
"BERTO! OH GOD!!"
The bed frame began to bump against the wall, a dull thud with every passionate fuck.
With a massive prick drilling up his asshole nonstop, hitting then rubbing against his prostate every time, Danny soon felt an aching pressure build in his groin.
"BERTO, I'm gonna cum...I'm gonna!"
His man stopped. "No no! Not yet..." he breathed, grabbing Danny's body and flipping him back down on the bed. Then, he carefully lifted his lover's lower body and stood up into a wide squatting stance, until he was in position to piledrive Danny into screaming submission.
"Pillow for your neck, baby," he offered with a grin, reaching back to grab one and hand it to Danny. As his panting bottom adjusted it to cushion his inverted body, Roberto held onto the back of Danny's thighs, ready to give him some rough love.
"Berto?" Danny asked, looking up at Roberto with earnest eyes.
"Hmm?"
"Be gentle," he requested.
"Too late for that," the mechanic replied matterf-factly.
Danny squealed in response, wanting to slap Roberto but helpless in his upside-down, allpen posture. "DON'T!!"
"That means yes, right?" Roberto continued, licking his lips. As his bottom boy yelped again, he rubbed Danny's airborne thighs.
"Don't worry, baby. I know what I'm doing."
"You better cum all over my face," Danny retorted.
His man chuckled. "Oh, you're gonna get it all over your face, and your chest..." Roberto started fucking mid-sentence. "...and your stomach, and your cock..." His boy's quivering canal felt so good. "And your little hole too..."
Danny started moaning, the force of his lover's thrusts pressing down on his flippedver figure. The position left his hole completely open, and he relished the feeling of being dominated by the love of his life.
"I'm gonna get you good, oh yeah..." the mechanic stud growled, widening his stance to get at a better dicking angle. The deeper penetration took Danny by thrilling surprise.
"YES! Take me Berto!!"
Roberto loved watching his throbbing prick slide in and out of Danny's loosened asshole. The sharp angle of penetration also put toe-curling pressure on his glans. He fucked on and on tirelessly, while below, Danny bit his fingers, thrashed his head to the side, and called the mechanic's name like a cheap whore.
Bumping his groin against Danny's, the mechanic stud held on tight to the back of his lover's thighs and kept eye contact during the rocking intercourse, watching the bottom's face twist and stretch in torturous rapture.
"Oh GOD don't stop!"
The pleasure-filled minutes ticked by with heated thrusts and grunts. Danny took in the sight of Roberto's body through his topsy-turvy vision. He loved watching the triceps activate, the pectorals flex, and the hairy, rippling abs drip sweat down onto his own smooth, exposed figure.
With each piledriving slam, Danny surrendered himself again and again to satiate Roberto.
"FUCK ME!! Take my ass, Berto!" The building pressure in his groin threatened to spill over.
"You ready for my cum, baby?!" the mechanic demanded loudly, breathing hard, soaked with perspiration from the nonstop anal plumbing.
"Omigod YES cum all over me! YES I WANT IT!!" Danny hollered wantonly, about to go over the edge himself.
"Here it...UHH!!"
They came together. Roberto fired off the first of his shots in Danny's milking hole. He whipped out his massive cock from the clenching orifice quickly as the brunet's ejaculation exploded. The two cocks pelted crisscrossing, milky trails all over Danny's stomach and chest. Then the mechanic aimed his third spray at Danny's gasping face, dousing his fair features with his salty nectar.
With his eyes closed, the brunet bottom acutely felt each load of fresh hot semen raining on his body and face. He wailed through his intense orgasm, convulsing on the messy bed as he shot creamy geysers onto his flat hairless tummy.
Finally, when the last drops of their copious semen flew from their piss slits, Roberto stuffed his stillozing glans into Danny's mouth and held on.
The electric shock he experienced as his lover worked on his depleting dick almost toppled him over. Danny quickly grabbed Roberto's buttocks and stabilized him, while staying busy with sucking and swallowing the remaining cum from his hypersensitive cockhead.
"FUCK!! Uhh!!" Roberto hissed.
He endured the sweet torture, because he knew Danny absolutely lived for cleaning cock.
A grueling minute later, below Roberto's exhausted, crouchedver body, the drenched young man released his lover's genitals and took a breath.
"Is it too much?" Danny asked, looking up at Roberto with a dribbling facial.
The muscular top grimaced with closed eyes, his panting breaths levelling out. "No baby...play with it all you want."
Danny smiled and wrapped his mouth back around the softening cock with delight. He gave it long, hard sucks, from the base all the way up to the tip, inducing ab-tightening shudders and guttural cries from his man. They only compelled the brunet to keep sucking.
"SHIT!! Sensitive, baby, sensitive!" Roberto whispered harshly. "Ahh-AAHH! Fuck..."
Finally, a series of busy slurps and anguished moans later, Danny pulled Roberto's spent, rubbery dick out out his mouth and gently stroked the shaft, giving little licks to the glans.
"That was so fucking hot," he murmured, looking up at his lover. He felt cum cooling all over his naked body, a coat of jizz expelled from both of their cocks. A droplet of semen leaked out of his used asshole.
"Aw yeah..." Roberto agreed with a sweaty smile, his limbs weak from the fucking and the post-cum-head.
As their breathing slowed to a regular pace, Danny piped up again.
"Berto?"
"Hmm?"
"Did I miss a spot?" he asked with guileless eyes, one hand still on Roberto's dick, the other running across the mechanic's wet muscles. "On my face?"
That made the strapping stud laugh out loud.
"You're such a little cum slut.." he sneered, laying his firm body on top of Danny's, looking at his lover face-to-dripping-face.
"You missed your whole face," he affirmed, then looked down the length of Danny's figure. Pools of semen glued themselves to the mechanic's furry body and stretched in gooey strings. "And your whole body."
Turning up his innocent-boy act, the brunet inquired, "Can you help me clean it?"
Roberto took one finger and began sweeping the globs of cum on Danny's face into his hungry mouth. He loved watching his boy savour and swallow every goopy load.
"It's tasty," he purred.
The next day, Danny went to the annual Big Fair by the lake with Richie, his tattoo artist boyfriend Trevor, and Simon.
The copywriter was almost going to cancel when his mechanic stud said he had to go to some "mechanic's conference" at a nearby city. But then Danny thought it would be good to get out of his home, his new home with Roberto, and to take his mind off his mother. Also, it had been a yearly tradition between him and Richie to go to the Fair since they were little. Keen to rebuild his friendship with his lifelong pal, Danny knew how important it would be to attend.
Though it was October, the weather was still warm. It was perfect for a day outdoors spent playing midway games, riding the ferris wheel, and eating junk from the enormous food building. In the busy, family-filled afternoon, the group found themselves in the lineup to a crazy spinning ride. Richie turned to Simon and asked, "So, what are you gonna do?"
He was talking about Jae and Luke. The black musician did his trademark headshake and forehead slap. "I dunno. What would you do?"
Richie's eyes lit up and he exclaimed, "I'd jump on both of them, then ask if they were down for a threesome!"
While everyone laughed and a father in line behind them gave Richie a dirty look, Trevor, sporting asymmetrical blue hair, commented, "Such a shy, demure flower, this one."
"What about you, Danny? What would you do?" Simon asked.
"I...I dunno." The copywriter hesitated, thinking. "'cos I would probably get attached to both or something, and then..." He finished with a frown on his face.
"Yeah, exactly!" Simon agreed, nodding. "It'd get messy, and the last thing I want in my life right now is a mess."
Quietly, Danny muttered, "Well, it depends on the kind of mess..."
Just like old times, Richie didn't miss a beat to tease his oldest friend. "Tell us, Danny," he goaded loudly, "What kind of mess do YOU like??"
The father waiting in line cleared his throat and glared at Richie again. He turned around to Trevor and mocked the middle-aged man's stern expression.
"Unlike you," the tattoo artist said with a chuckle, "Danny is a freak in the sheets, but a lady on the streets."
It was their turn to go on the ride. While Richie and Trevor were fighting over who would sit on the outside seat and thus get crushed once they reached top speed, Danny and Simon took the opposite approach and offered each other the inside seat. It took the cute teen operator coming around to lock the doors to force them to sit their bums down. Simon ended up on the outside.
As soon as the ride started, the two of them regretted getting on.
"Omigod...AAHH!" Danny screamed, trying hard not to. "Sorry!!" he screeched, as the centrifugal force pressed his slim body against Simon's.
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ny's 'get me off this ride!' face. In front of them, Richie and Trevor raised their arms and hollered.
When the ride ended, Danny took slow, wobbly steps off the ride, holding onto Simon's shoulder for support. Richie bounded out like nothing happened and asked, "Who wants to go on the Drop Zone??"
The musician and the copywriter both pursed their lips and shook their heads.
"Wimps," the blond groaned, grabbing Trevor's hand and starting to walk.
"Honey," the tattoo artist asked, "Why don't we play some games at the stands? You know I've got good aim."
Simon caught the cheeky glance that Trevor shot at Richie.
"Nah, it's a cash grab," Richie replied. "Danny and I come here every year and we've never won anything."
"What?!" Danny interrupted as they walked towards the midway booths. "Richie, don't you remember we won that big mermaid doll?? We actually won the ring toss after spending like $50!"
"Oh yeah!!" he responded, turning around to the brunet. "And then I lost the doll."
"Doofus," Danny said under a fake cough.
Suddenly, it began to feel like old times again.
Simon observed the direction they were heading in. "So I guess we're heading to the food building..." he said with a grimace.
The brunet and the blond met each other's eyes. "Deep fried, all the time!"
Simon shuddered. "Well, I'll be eating my own food. I'll wait for you guys outside?"
"What?!" Richie exclaimed. "Simon, sit with us. Omigod, it would make my day if you actually had a bite of deep fried butter."
"Deep fried butter?!" the musician questioned in disgust.
"Death on a stick," Trevor clarified.
"Some people have no idea," Danny sighed, snapping his fingers and shaking his head.
"Yeah, wait till you get to 30 and suddenly, it's not so cute anymore. It takes work to maintain abs," Simon warned and complained simultaneously, smoothing his hand over his stomach.
In front of him, Richie stopped and turned around. "Have you seen his abs?" he asked Danny with eyes wide open.
The copywriter turned to Simon with similarly wide eyes, then smirked.
"Show and tell! Show and tell!" Richie chanted, clapping. Danny soon joined in.
Rolling his eyes, the black musician looked around warily, then lifted up his polo shirt. Danny was surprised and impressed by how cut and perfectly proportioned Simon's six pack and obliques were. He cheered loudly with Richie and Trevor.
"I'm still not going in that building," Simon declared, his cheeks flushed.
"Oh, c'mon!" Danny exclaimed, as he and Richie pulled the black musician into the massive junk food centre.
Inside, the odour of deep-fried grease saturated the air. Danny and Richie excitedly bounded up to each food vendor to check out what calorieverloaded fare was on offer.
Simon looked at the pictures of the food being served. He thought the food looked like artifacts in an avant-garde gallery exhibit.
After a round tour of all the food stands in the circular, single-storey building, the pair of reformed best friends each bought a stick of deep fried butter and shared a donut burger. Simon had to look away as Danny and Richie bit into their crunchy, dripping meal; he promptly lost all appetite.
The musician opened his messenger bag and looked for the banana he brought to snack on. As he rummaged, he heard someone call his name from behind.
"Who's that?" Richie whispered, squinting his eye at the stranger. And then it hit him.
Simon turned around. "Jae!" he exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"
"Just checkin' out the Fair, man!" he responded in his sunny manner.
For a moment, Simon wasn't sure how to feel. The last time they saw each other was weeks ago, and Jae basically said he wanted them to be fuck buddies. Since then, they hadn't talked or texted each other once.
But as the athletic Asian opened his brawny arms wide and moved in for a hug, the musician couldn't resist the physical contact. He savoured the warmth of Jae's tall, buff body.
"Are these your boys?" the Korean asked after the embrace, nodding at Danny, Richie, and Trevor. He promptly introduced himself and shook hands with them all, while Richie shot quick winks at Simon.
This was also when Simon saw Jae's friends, three girls and one guy who stood some distance behind the Korean. "Hi, I'm Simon," the musician offered politely to Jae's friends. He hated making introductions and small talk.
There were no handshakes with this early-20s hipster group.
"How do you know Jae?" one of the girls asked after names were introduced, then quickly forgotten.
"Oh, I know his roommates."
"Oh yeah, those guys..." the girl continued, looking to the side, nodding. Soon she was chatting amongst her friends, with her back to Simon.
Meanwhile, Jae was charming the pants off of the musician's friends; business as usual. Much to Simon's amusement and annoyance, the Asian jock was having a moment with Danny and Richie over the deep fried goodness on offer in the food building.
"Simon, you haven't had one of these?!" Jae asked in surprise, holding up a stick of deep fried butter.
The musician shook his head and moaned, "Ugh."
That was when a devilish glow flickered in Jae's eyes.
He started walking towards Simon, the stick of pure artery cloggage held in front. "C'mon, it's so good," he teased, ready to feed the 31 yearld.
"Don't you DARE!" Simon declared, backing away, his hand outstretched. But then Jae grabbed his hand, and he went still.
"C'mon..." the young hunk said, raising the deep fried butter to Simon's lips. With a quick roll of his eyes, the musician opened his mouth and took it.
He took a tentative bite and chewed slowly. Then his tongue darted out and swept up the crumbs that he missed.
Jae's mouth hung open slightly, his eyes hypnotized by Simon's lips.
"...damn, it's good," the musician said after swallowing. There was a shift in the stare between the two.
Simon held Jae's gaze, and he was about to take another bite, when behind them, one of Jae's friends piped up.
"Jae, c'mon, the dog show is starting soon!"
Their moment broken, the Asian jock grinned and put his hand on Simon's shoulder. "Lindsey really wants to check out the puppies." Simon nodded.
"Hey, are you guys hanging around for a while?" Jae asked the musician and his friends.
"Umm, I dunno...maybe?" Simon replied.
"They're doing fireworks tonight by the lakeshore. We're probably gonna check 'em out...if you're around, come find us," the Korean suggested.
Simon replied, "Sure, of course."
"Text me," Jae said as he walked away with his friends, waving goodbye to Richie, Trevor, and Danny.
Simon turned around quickly, lest he be caught staring at Jae as he left with his friends. He was greeted by Danny and Richie's arched brows.
"Well then," Richie said with a wicked grin.
"What?" Simon asked abruptly, starting to blush.
"Nothing..." the blond continued, putting their food trays aside.
"What??" the musician demanded again, as the group strolled out of the food building.
They went around to several more booths, more rides, and a skating show, enjoying themselves as Danny and Richie bonded again. All this time, all Simon could think of was Jae.
As the sun went down and the air got chilly, Trevor wrapped his arms around Richie. It was soon clear that everyone was ready to leave. Except Simon.
"Dinner?" Richie suggested, looking at the group. "There's Chinese, Thai, and Italian places close by."
As the others deliberated, Simon piped up hesitantly, "Actually, guys, I think I'm gonna stick around a bit longer..."
"Yeah, we knew that," Richie responded matterf-factly, then turned back to Trevor and Danny. "So Thai tonight? Okay!"
The musician stood there blinking as the boys each took turns hugging Simon goodnight.
"Play it cool. Be yourself. Don't think so far ahead," Richie advised his older friend.
"Yeah yeah," Simon replied, rolling his eyes.
When the boys left, he brought out his phone to text Jae.
'Hey, u still at the fair?'
Then came the part he hated: the uncertainty. Waiting for a guy to text him back. Not knowing whether Jae was still around. Whether he was still interested. And he wasn't looking forward to being around those elitist hipsters either. He hesitated between setting his phone on vibrate and turning up the ringer.
Around him, families and hand-holding couples leisurely strolled through the Fair. He felt lonely, in the middle of the crowd. It was a feeling he knew very well: standing on stage, talking or singing into a mic, facing an audience who didn't give a shit.
He just loved stepping up to the plate for life's curveballs, didn't he? Jae already stated where he stood. And he didn't even want to think about the possible drama with Luke at work. So far, the editor-in-chief had been completely professional since that dinner. But what if he tried to make a move?
Then the SMS ring sounded and jolted Simon out of his fog of debilitating doubt.
'Yo I'm at the shore! Fireworks r startin soon, come!'
His heart jumped, and as much as he didn't want to look like he was rushing over to the lakeside viewing area, he well and truly was.
It was funny how everything could change with just one text; before it, the Fair had become the loneliness place on Earth; but now, as Simon sped by a blur of midway booths, a rainbow of plush dolls, whirling rides with flashing lights, and children's laughter, he felt beyond excited to meet up with Jae, like he was zooming in closer and closer to the centre of it all.
The cloud-free evening sky and the warm temperature was perfect for watching fireworks. When Simon reached the shoreline, it was dotted with people waiting for the pyrotechnics to start: families and friends chatting and laughing, some showing off their giant, hard-won toys on the boardwalk port, other wielding flashing wands and helium balloons.
He almost leapt for joy when he saw Jae, by himself. His back was facing Simon, his arm leaning on the railing, his attention seemingly centred on the lake. Simon took a breath, walked up and tapped him on the shoulder.
The athletic Asian turned around. When he recognized it was Simon, he flashed the musician a big grin, the same grin that had swept the musician off his feet since their first conversation in the kitchen.
Before Simon could say hello, the first pop of firework sounded and echoed in the air. The musician's mouth hung slightly open; his eyes stayed steadfastly on Jae's smile, which was more vibrant than the burst of colour that erupted in the black sky.
He was at a loss for words.
The Korean jock cheered and pointed to the sky as a string of crackles reverberated from high above. Simon cast his eyes to where Jae was pointing, taking in the the spectacle of lights.
To their left and right, there were whistles and claps all along the boardwalk. The night air was still, cool enough for a hoodie on top. Faintly, an orchestrated soundtrack drifted from the pyrotechnic boat to the masses.
Simon wanted so badly to hold Jae's hand. He fought so hard to hold back. He also fought to stop his head from turning to look at the Asian hunk again and again, itching for another glance at his invincible smile.
Iridescent flashes shot across the night sky, bursting into view from thin air. The blossoms of colour transformed in hue like airborne chameleons, morphing before their tone could be named or processed. Their forms, too, were kinetic but transient, never still, slipping away after fanning out gloriously for a second. Before there was any time to say more than "Wow...", a new wave of glittering spheres and comets ignited, starting the cycle anew.
It was almost enough for Simon to be happy, standing there beside Jae, enjoying the spectacular fireworks.
The musician didn't realize how quickly this blissful moment was passing until the pyrotechnics team went all out and the music swelled, signalling the final minutes of the display. It was like one big chaos of colour and sound, magnificently messy. Both of them cheered and clapped to the chaotic finale.
And then it was over. The music ceased and the sky went back to black.
"Aw man, I want more!" Jae exclaimed. A burning smell wafted through the air.
"Yeah, that was incredible," Simon said.
The young hunk turned to him. "What now, dude? Where to??"
Simon shrugged. "I dunno. What do you feel like doing?"
They looked at each other. There was a hint of hesitation on Jae's part, as if he thought of an idea he wasn't sure if he should express.
"We can go for some food, maybe? If you're hungry?" Simon suggested.
The Asian hunk sighed. "Ooh, I would, but I'm broke right now. And I have food back home..." His eyes lit up. "Hey, you wanna come over and have some? Nicole made some pasta and salad. We can download a movie on my laptop."
"Oh, okay, sure," the musician replied, trying to play it cool. His mind immediately shot to a possibility, a possible...pastime that could happen, after food. He wondered if Jae was on the same page.
He wondered if that was what Jae wanted to suggest in the first place. Just pasta and salad and a movie?
When they got back to Jae's house, they were both starving, and soon tore into the pasta, the salad, and other leftover bits in the fridge that Jae shared with his roommates Nicole, Julio, and Arthur. The others were either all out, or doing their own thing in their rooms.
During the meal, the easy flow that coursed through Jae and Simon's conversation resembled the beginnings of a real friendship. Although Simon enjoyed talking with Jae, deep down this emerging layer of connection with the attractive Asian only confused his feelings even more.
"I think it's harder to be a girl," Simon opined at one point in their conversation, feeling full from their hasty feast.
Jae shot him an incredulous look. "Yo, are you serious?? Guys have it hard too."
"Oh yeah? Like how?" the musician inquired with a grin.
A serious tone suddenly washed over the athletic Asian's face. "Don't you ever feel like, sometimes, you're trapped?"
"What do you mean?"
Jae wiped his mouth on a napkin, then balled it up and dropped it on his plate. He took a breath.
"It's become this 'cool' thing for guys to be sensitive, and talk about our feelings or whatever. But, the fucked up thing is, when we do, it..." He thought for a moment, visibly getting riled up. "They can't handle it. There's this look that's like, disgust and disappointment. Like they'd rather us shut up and man up in the end."
"Like, be sensitive, but don't be weak?"
Jae clapped and pointed straight at Simon. "That's it! That's fuckin' it." The jock sat back. "And it's fuckin' bullshit."
Simon smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I know what you mean. But don't you think women have their boxes too?"
"Yeah, of course, it's hard for everyone. But I think there's more awareness about women's issues than men's issues." Jae puffed up his chest. "Like, what the fuck, men don't have issues!"
They both laughed.
"Well, I can tell you it's a little different for gay men. Even more complicated," Simon began.
"Sometimes it's cool because I feel like I don't have to fit into either box. But other times, it feels like the worst of both worlds."
He felt like he was onto something. "Like, I'm gay, so I should be into fashion, and interior design, and musicals, right? But I'm not, and there's this stupid thing...I feel like some people judge me because I'm not gay enough."
He waved his hands in front of him passionately. "But then, I don't make jock jokes or whatever, I don't like basketball, and yes, I am sensitive, and I have a high laugh, so I'm not man enough. Then on top of that, people look at me..."
"Listen, you wanna come up for a bit?" Jae interrupted. He cleared his throat, looked around the kitchen, then directed his eyes at Simon.
"Sure," the black singer said, trying not to sound too excited, trying not to go into mental overdrive.
The walk upstairs was wordless; Simon used his golden ears to listen for the presence of Jae's roommates, but heard nothing. They made their way to the Korean hunk's room.
As soon as the bedroom door clicked shut and locked, they kissed. Finally.
Simon felt Jae's lips pressed passionately against his. Their tongues darted and rolled over each other, lost between discovery and dominion.
Standing on tiptoes, the musician grabbed the back of Jae's head and pushed their faces closer together, their mouths pressing tight against each other. The taller jock moaned and kissed hard.
Maybe he was just really horny, or maybe he was trying to show Jae such an amazing time that the Korean would have no need to look elsewhere for sex. Simon let his mind loose, and he let his body realize whatever fantasy was swimming in his head.
So he went and bit down on Jae's beefy upper arm.
The younger hunk squawked in surprise. "Shit!"
"Did I hurt you?" Simon asked hurriedly.
"Uhh..." Jae looked lost between astonishment and arousal.
"This'll be better..." he muttered, planting a kiss where he bit down, then gently trailing up those big, hard biceps and triceps with his lips and tongue.
Continuing to follow his lewd imagination, Simon snaked his hands under Jae's baseball tee and began groping the Korean's smooth, muscled body. Meanwhile, his own penis, trapped behind his boxers and chinos, was rapidly filling up with blood.
"Whoa...you're fucking horny, aren't you?" Jae breathed, closing his eyes, wobbling slightly under Simon's touch.
The musician stopped his kisses and nibbles. "Aren't you?" he asked back. Before Jae could respond, Simon pressed his hand against the jock's crotch and cupped his package.
"Uhh!" The strapping Korean moaned with hooded eyes.
"I never thought you were such a freak..."
Simon smirked and pushed Jae down on the bed. Hopping on top of him, the musician threw a burning stare at Jae, and held his gaze while he felt his way to the jock's zip fly.
Jae's breathing quickened as he heard the zipper being pulled down. Then, the button holding up his jeans came undone.
Above him, the randy musician grunted and pulled Jae's shirt hem up, yanking it forcefully over his head. As the Korean pulled the rest of his tee up and away from him, Simon dropped low and took his left nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard and bit down.
"Ow!" Jae screeched.
"Sorry, sexy..." Simon whispered, licking that reddened knob furiously, then sucking on it again as if it was his last meal.
His hand reached for Jae's other nipple and rolled the soft, swelling nub between his thumb and index fingers.
Titillated yet feeling helpless at the same time, Jae laid back with his arms stretched above his head and closed his eyes. He hissed when Simon's teeth and tongue switched to the other nipple.
Soon, he felt hot fingers wrap around his hard cock through his boxers. It made him moan and open his eyes.
The aroused black man leaning over him seemed to be a differently person from the Simon he knew, the quiet, polite, immaculately put-together Simon. Here instead was an aggressive sexual beast seemingly intent on devouring him whole.
It excited him.
Meanwhile, Simon really wanted to take out his own eight-inch cock and feed it to the young jock. But he wondered if Jae would be okay with that, if Jae had ever sucked cock, or even wanted to.
So he crawled back and frisked out the Korean's banana dick.
Before he swallowed that pulsing member, he looked up at the young jock.
Jae's eyes were wide with anticipation, His breathing was shallow. Simon, seeing Jae so vulnerable, his need at the musician's mercy...Simon was overdriven with desire. He opened his mouth and took the dick.
Though it wasn't the biggest cock he'd ever sucked, Simon enjoyed going down on Jae because his oral skills got big reactions from the young Asian. The bursts of moaning, the hands clenching the bedsheets, fingers that caressed Simon's head, and eyes that rolled back as the musician circled his tongue around the velvety glans...it all got Simon rock hard without touching himself.
"Oh wow...oooh..."
The musician pivoted the dripping prick out of his mouth and shot a searing gaze up at Jae. Their eyes locked, Simon tapped the younger man's cockhead against his outstretched tongue, cooling it down before he resumed vigorously milking it.
In Jae's mind, there was a moment when he wondered if he was turning gay. But then Simon's velvety lips, supple tongue and his mind-numbing sucking took all of his attention.
As Simon worked his tongue and lips all over the banana shaft, he smoothed his fingers over Jae's tightening sacs and gently tugged.
The gasp and soft whine he evoked urged him to do it again.
Jae was like a lump of putty, albeit exceptionally well-shaped putty, by the time Simon went for the deep throat. The athletic Asian moaned loudly, gripping the bedsheets, and cursed in drawnut mumbles. Simon gave Jae his best, working hard not to gag, at the same time enjoying the curved girth as it slid down and tickled his gullet.
The musician himself moaned as he took pleasure from sucking, licking, kissing Jae's cock. Whenever he looked up at the blissedut jock, he felt thankful that he was able to wrap his thick lips around such a sexy hunk.
The singer's hands slid up under Jae's baseball tee and groped impressive pecs. Overdriven with yearning, Simon circled his fingers around the sharply defined muscles, tweaking the erect nipples at the centres.
"FUCK you're gonna make me blow!" Jae exclaimed, lifting up Simon's face by the chin. His dick slid out of the black singer's mouth, dribbling with saliva.
"What you gonna do about it?" the musician challenged, a curl on his lips.
The young jock's mouth popped open for a second, but he soon let his brawny arms do the talking. Simon was lifted up, then flung onto the bed face-first. It squeaked in protest as Jae then pressed his body down on Simon's.
When he parted the black man's plump ass cheeks and jammed his curved prick against the sphincter, the already-tight opening clenched.
"Ow! Stop! We need lube!" the musician howled.
"What are you gonna do about it?" Jae mocked above him. Simon then tried to move his arms, but the athletic Asian grabbed them at the wrists and pinned them onto the soft mattress.
The precum from Simon's squished hardn began to make a small puddle on the sheets.
"Jae, I mean it! I need lube," he repeated.
Jae moved his lips right beside Simon's ear. "Say please," he demanded.
"Please."
"You said it too fast. Say it like you mean it," Jae shot back.
Simon sighed in frustration. "Pleeease?"
"Please what?" the Korean hunk whispered.
"Please give me..." Before Simon could finish, Jae gave a tantalizing lick on his earlobe.
In his head, he recalled how freaky Simon was the last time they hooked up, which was also their first time. He thought back to the ambush, how he woke up with his dick already in Simon's mouth; how incredible Simon's blowjob was; how eagerly the slim, handsome black man sucked his dick; how unexpected the snowballing session was at the end.
This time, he was gonna show Simon up. He was gonna out-freak him.
"Beg for my cock," he ordered.
Simon closed his eyes and sucked in a breath of air.
"Please, your cock...I want your cock," he moaned.
"Beg for my cock in your ass," Jae continued, a slight tremble in his voice from anticipation.
"Please put your cock in my ass."
As he began to reach towards his nightstand, easing his bodyweight on Simon, he instructed, "Beg me to fuck you like a bitch."
The musician immediately tried to get out from under, but Jae's quick, athletically-honed reflexes overtook him. The younger jock seized Simon's shoulders and slammed him back down.
"Do that again and I'll just jam it in," Jae growled. "Have fun telling my roommates tomorrow why you were screaming like a hyena."
To prove his point, the Asian kneed Simon's thighs apart and pushed his bobbing boner hard against the musician's rosebud. A sliver of pain shot up the black man's spine.
"OW! OW okay I'll stop!!"
Above him, Jae stilled.
"Gimme the lube," Simon implored.
"What do you need to say?"
There was a pause.
...then Simon knew. His cheeks flushed as he muttered, "...fuck me like a bitch."
The strapping Korean leaned over to get the lube. "Say please," he demanded.
"Please fuck me like a bitch, Jae," Simon whispered, burying his head in the pillows.
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errymon as it runs around in a circle before falling over its data scattering on the winds.
The cherrymon that had Devon topples over backward as his trunk withered. And as his data started to scatter Devon draws it into himself and his armor shines even brighter.
"That's what I was thinking Kithira; enough with the toying around!" Dark Sakuymon said looking at the last two cherrymon standing in front of her.
The two cherrymon glance at each other before turning to charge her.
"If that's the way you want it, Dark Spirit attack!" Her voice rising to a shout as she unleashes one of her stronger attacks.
The cherrymon had no chance to avoid the attack as it surrounds them and breaks the binds of their code and releases their data for her load.
"Well that's eight down and how many left to go before we get to Anxerxes?" Devon asked walking over to Kithira.
"I don't care how many of them are left, I just want Anxerxes! You hear me! Anxerxes I'm out here! Now come out and face me like a digimon and quit hiding like a scared rookie!" Dark Sakuymon shouted looking up at one of the many security cameras in the courtyard.
Inside the security room Anxerxes watches the monitor of the court yard and listens to Dark Sakuymon's speech.
"We'll see little dark digimon, we'll see. Faerthan! Get every digimon into the courtyard and capture these three alive! I want to destroy them myself!" Anxerxes said.
"I'll see that it's done at once, most evil of digimon." Replied Faerthan as he ran for the door.
"Faerthan, stop trying to kiss my ass and do what you're told! Or I'll find another to take your place! Now go!" Anxerxes said as he back to watching the monitors.
Faerthan scurries out of the security room quickly, shuddering with the thought of his data being loaded by Anxerxes.
In the corner Sargent Davis typed a message on his phone and hit the send button.
Back in the digital world:
"How much farther is this gateway?" Asked Lisa as she stepped around another boulder on the floor of the canyon followed by Cole.
"Not far now, we should be almost there." Dax replied from the lead.
"Good, I wonder how the others are doing back in the real world. To be honest I'm worried about them." Lisa said.
"Well if they did like we planned out they should have Anxerxes too busy to worry about the gateway room, which will make our job a lot easier in the long run." Rayne said from on top of a boulder.
"I just hope the teams from Hypnos show up like chief St. John said they would. Otherwise this is going to be one hell of a cluster fuck when we get into unit #2 through the gateway." Dax said as he stepped around the last bend in the canyon.
"Halt! Hypnos agents identify yourselves!" A male voice shouted from around the bend.
"Agent Dax with Agents Deb, Lisa and our digimon partners" Dax replied from the lead.
"Good, Chief St. John told us to wait for you all before we went through the gateway. I'm agent Jennings and this is my partner Sam." Jennings said.
"Is the gateway secure enough for us to go through?" Lisa asked with Cole in tow.
"The two digimon that Anxerxes left here gave up without a fight almost half an hour ago." Agent Jennings replied with a smile.
"Well I can guess they didn't want to fight 18 digimon and 18 humans at once. Kind of bad odds 36 to 2, now that's what I call a long shot. Guess it's a good thing we're not in Vegas." Deb said jokingly.
"Well here's the inmate list of unit #2 as of last night." Agent Jennings said handing a paper to Dax.
Dax looked it over before handing it off to Deb and Lisa to look at.
"Not much there this is very honestly a surprise for this time of year." Dax said.
"That's because Hypnos moved the real bad digimon to a new location up in Alaska last month. Unit #2 was to be closed in two months with all the inmates ether sent back to the digital world or moved to other units. And it's a good thing the real bad ones weren't at the unit with this Anxerxes taking it over last night." Agent Jennings replied.
"Then we are looking at maybe 30 to 40 digimon following Anxerxes, 50 at the most but probably less." Lisa said.
"If it's less then we don't have anything to worry about. Both these teams are battle tested and been together for some time. They know what to do when the time comes." Agent Jennings said gesturing toward the gathered teams.
"We're ready whenever you are agent Jennings." Dax said with Rayne by his side.
"Then lets get this party started! Assault team one your up. Team two through four as soon as they clear the pad your up fifteen seconds behind them. You all can join up with team five and six when they are up. Remember everyone clear the pad as soon as your there! If don't want anyone landing on you that is." Agent Jennings said shouting so the teams could hear him.
"Sorry, we'll be going with the first team, not waiting around for the fifth team." Lisa replied looking up at Cole, Cole just nodded his approval.
"I have my orders from the chief, you all are to let us go first and then come after we have the gate room secure." Agent Jennings said.
"Listen my son and his partner are right now attacking unit #2 from the city. I understand the chief's orders but I'm not waiting! And neither is Alpha team which my son's partner belongs to. Come on let's get this done so we can go home." Cole said stepping around agent Jennings with Lisa, Dax, Deb, Rayne, and Achilles following him.
"Alright get on the pad with team one, but it's your asses on the line if the chief jumps my ass." Agent Jennings said as they stepped on the pad.
"Pad activation in 3, 2, 1, transport!" One of the team members said operating the gateway.
The cement walls of the gateway room inside of unit #2 snapped into existence around them. Before Lisa or Cole had a chance to move team one had cleared the pad and was engaged with the two digimon guards by the door.
"Clear the pad next teams coming!" Dax warned moving off the pad followed by Rayne and the others.
Seconds later:
"That's two digimon out of the way, hallways clear." Said one of the members of team one.
"Cole, take out that security camera quickly!" Lisa said pointing up in the corner of the room.
"On it." Cole replied leaping over the gateway control pedestal and knocking the camera off the wall with a well-placed paw.
Teams two through four appeared on the pad and quickly cleared it to make room for the last two teams to come through the gateway.
"Hypnos control, gateway room is under our control. All teams heading to their primary objectives now, status report in ten minutes." Agent Jennings said as he hand signaled the team leaders to move out.
As the teams moved out into the hall way team four popped the cover off of the air vent on the wall and climbed in. The leader of team six opened the control pedestal for the gateway and flipped the main circuit breaker to the off position, then closed the panel.
"Team six guard this room! Alpha team you're with me!" Agent Jennings said before he walked out the door.
In the security office;
Sargent Davis watched as the first of the teams appeared in the gateway room, then the camera went black as a big paw hit it. Smiling he watched as Anxerxes left the security room.
"Let the battle begin." Thought Sargent Davis as he opened a hatch on the floor next to him and dropped through it. The hatch closing behind him as he landed on the floor of emergency tunnel. Gaining his feet, he quickly walks down the tunnel.
"Head for the safe room, get some gear from the armory there and then team up with those units that just came in through the gateway." Sargent Davis thought to himself as he opened one security door and kept moving.
Elsewhere in the unit:
Team three in pairs entered containment wing one.
"By the numbers people, check all the cells and cages. Curly, you and Joe guard the door, Eve and Max upper level, Griff and Patton main floor while Joker and I check the control room. Sweep and secure the wing, squawk me when you're finished." Agent Young said into the sub dermal microphone to his radio.
Two minutes later team three is back where they started at the door to the wing.
"I just don't get it, all the cells and cages are empty." Eve said as agent Young came out of the control room followed by Joker his digimon partner.
"What's not to get, Anxerxes has recruited them into his army or loaded their data; that or one of the other digimon with him." Agent Young replied.
"Well if that's the case then our job got a lot easier." Replied Eve as she glanced out the door of the wing.
"Lets continue our sweep." Agent Young said motioning with his hand for the unit to move out the door.
"Team four, all sections clear. Escape route beta is a 'GO' Moving to secondary objectives." Came the voice of team fours leader over the radio.
"Understood, all teams report." Agent Jennings said as his team along with unit 2 and alpha proceeded down one of the many maintenance corridors.
"Team three continuing sweep, nothing so far." Agent Young said into his microphone.
"Team five in position and holding, Sir you are not going to believe what's going on in the main courtyard." Said team fives team leader.
"What have you got?" Agent Jennings asked over the radio.
"Sir, I got visual on two Kyubimon and one unknown digimon standing there as approximately 30 digimon surround them. Looks like a show down of some sort." Replied team fives leader.
"Team Two! Check the armory and safe room! All other teams converge on the courtyard! Do not engage unless attacked." Agent Jennings said into his microphone before looking back at the rest of his team and alpha.
"Looks like we found what we came for! Let's move people!" Agent Jennings said before opening a door into the main corridor of the unit and rushing through.
A few paces back Lisa looked up at Cole with a knowing look on her face.
"They're still alive, that gives us a chance to win." Cole said as he looked down at her.
Not saying a thing Lisa pulls out her D-arc and deck of modify cards and begins to run after Agent Jennings. Behind her the others follow suit and prepare their D-arc's and decks of cards also.
In the courtyard:
Kassy, Devon and Kithira stand back to back as Anxerxes forces surround them.
"Looks like we have a nice mix here, I see from rookies to ultimate. At least there's no mega's, if there was I would start worrying." Devon said in a whisper to Kithira.
"Don't forget love, any of these may become mega's or even be mega's hiding their true form from us." Replied Kithira as she felt Kassy move into a better position behind her.
"Well look what we have here. The one digimon in this world I hate more than any other." Anxerxes said from the catwalk over head.
Kithira looked at Devon then Dark Sakuymon then up at Anxerxes.
"It's over Anxerxes! Order your forces to stand down, Now!" Kithira shouted.
"Oh, you're so very wrong on that point. The way I see it, it's you that needs to give up. We have thirty five of us against the three of you." Anxerxes replied smiling.
"I see your time in the mental ward didn't improve your disposition, nor your looks." Kithira replied.
"And I see you're still the trying to be the head bitch for Hypnos." Anxerxes replied with a sneer as he walked along the catwalk.
"ANXERXES! Shut your mouth you scum sucking bastard!" Devon shouted as he took a step forward.
"Ohh, the puppy is mad. Sorry but I didn't catch your name, not that it matters." Anxerxes said, feigning being afraid.
"Devon! Let me handle this!" Kithira said stepping in front of Devon and pushing him back a step or two.
"Oh, like you handled getting me kicked out of Hypnos years ago. But that wasn't enough for you, or Hypnos oh no. You and them had me committed to a mental hospital! Which I suffered in for years before the doctors let me out. And don't even get me started on your partner, the major kiss ass that he was. It felt good to shove my blade into his back and twist it just like he did to me years ago. And shortly it will be your turn!" Anxerxes ranted looking down at the three of them.
"That's if I don't destroy you first!" Kassy growled from behind Devon and Kithira.
"And whom would you be dark digimon? And why are you siding with these losers? I thought a dark one such as you would be on my side." Anxerxes asked looking at Kassy.
"You really don't recognize me, well I'm the viximon you left alive while my father died in a pool of his own blood. With your blade as you put it sticking out of his back." Kassy replied, her features moving to a mask of rage with the memory of Daryl dying in front of her.
"So, you are Kithira and Daryl's pup. Knew I should have killed you then but Xerxes told me to leave you be. (chuckling) So here we are, it's really ironic. Years ago I suffered under your mother and fathers training and criticism. In revenge I killed him in the digital world but missed killing Kithira. But who are you?" Anxerxes asked pointing at Devon.
"I'm your worst nightmare, you twisted bastard. I'm Daryl's younger brother Devon Thackry and Kithira's mate and partner! And I will hunt you in both worlds until his death is avenged." Replied Devon his voice taking on a sinister tone to it.
"What! Me fear a pup like you, you're really can't be serious?" Anxerxes laughed at Devon before continuing. "Besides you are a hybrid like me, why not join with me and we'll take Hypnos down once and for all! They'll do you like they did to me; cast me aside like yesterday's trash." Said Anxerxes as he pushed a unsuspecting digimon off the catwalk to fall to the ground in front of them.
The digimon quickly regained it's feet and ran over to a stair case to rejoin the others on the catwalk above them.
"What happens after the battle is done and my brother is avenged I care not. Alive or dead your not leaving here as long as I have something to say about it. Now come on Anton, let's end this banter and end this here and now!" Devon responded his voice almost a shout when he finished.
On the catwalk Anxerxes held onto the railing so tight that the metal rail started to bend in his hands. His body twitched with anger, his face a mask of rage from Devon's words. Faerthan took a step away from Anxerxes wary of his master lashing out at him in anger.
"Faerthan! Call the Greymon back from destroying the city! Now everyone destroy this loud mouth pup and the other one and bring his bitch to me alive!" Anxerxes shouted.
In the guard tower:
Team five's leader watches the scene unfolding below him.
"Ah, Shit! This is fixing to get real ugly and real quick. Mark you and Kira keep an eye out for them Greymon. Steph, you and Cobra take the left side of the catwalk to the other tower. Billie you and Goof are backup in case this gets as ugly as I think it will." He said to his team before keying his sub dermal microphone.
"Team Five to lead, Looks like it's about to get ugly down there! Do we have a green light!" He said into the sub dermal microphone.
"Lead to all teams, position report!" Agent Jennings said as they reached the main doors to the courtyard.
"Team Two, we just reached the armory and found one of the guards gearing up. Said he was the one that called command. What should I do with him?" the leader asked of team two.
"Team three, in position and holding by the guards entrance." Came the voice of team three's leader over the ear bud speaker.
"Team four, at south courtyard entrance and holding." Responded a voice in his ear.
"Lead to team five. If he's up to it take him along. We can always use another set of hands. Team One is in position with Alpha by the main doors into the courtyard. Hold until I have Alpha identify the friendlies in the courtyard." Responded Agent Jennings as he looked to Lisa.
Lisa moves over to the small window in the door and looks through the window. She motions for Cole to take a look and steps aside for him.
"Agent Jennings, tell your teams that the two Kyubimon and the one with them right now are friendly, all others are hostile." Cole said moving away from the door.
"Lead to all teams! We have confirmation! Friendlies in courtyard are two Kyubimon and the one standing behind them. We go on my count!" Agent Jennings said into the microphone.
"Five to lead! Hostiles on the ground! Heading your way! Ah, Shit! Lead it's going ugly, do we have a green light?" Asked team fives leader.
"Green light, Hostiles only!" Said Agent Jennings just before he kicked the double doors open into the courtyard and ran out followed by his team and the rest of alpha team.
In the courtyard seconds before:
"What are you Mon's waiting for? Attack!" Faerthan shouted at the gathered digimon on the catwalk.
"Ok, they want a fight of it. Lets give them one! Dragon Helix!" Dark Sakuymon shouted from behind Devon and Kithira, sending an attack at Faerthan.
Faerthan dives behind a mummymon before Dark Sakuymon's attack can hit him the mummymon isn't fast enough to dodge and takes her attack full on. The mummymon's data explodes outward as the attack deletes him. Faerthan sees this, quickly gets up and runs down the catwalk.
"Master, Save Me!" Faerthan shouts running away.
"Kill them or I'll delete you!" Shouts Anxerxes as he forms a glowing ball of energy in the palm each of his hands.
Some of the digimon hearing this jump down into the courtyard and form a half circle around Kithira, Devon and Dark Sakuymon. Some stand their ground and prepare to attack. Eleven of the ones on the ground run for the gate instead of attacking as ordered. Devon starts to chase them but is held by Dark Sakuymon's hand on his shoulder.
"Let the cowards go, Hypnos can round them up later." She said her blood red eyes watching the ones in front of them.
"Cowards! I'll load your data for this betrayal!" Anxerxes shouted before throwing the balls of power from his hands at the trio below him.
"Oh no you don't! Talisman spell!" Shouts Dark Sakuymon as she sees Anxerxes attack coming and knocks aside Devon before the attack can land. Her shield spell turns aside Anxerxes attack and it flies off to hit the courtyard wall blasting a hole into the concrete.
As Anxerxes attack is deflected away, all around the courtyard, agents of Hypnos with their partner digimon storm into the courtyard.
"ATTACK!" An Apemon shouts seeing the intruders and fires off his strongest attack at the nearest of them.
Chaos ensues with the arrival of Hypnos C&C teams. Multiple fights breakout at once all over the courtyard. Some of the gathered digimon seeing the Hypnos teams scatter, many dive for open doorways back into the unit, others run for the gate. While some attack instead of running away.
Lisa, quickly slides a card through her D-arc as she runs out the door way following Agent Jennings and his partner Sam.
"Greymons Armor, activate!" Shouts Lisa as a blast spirals in toward Cole from the catwalk above him.
Cole holds up the shield one handed and deflects the blast skyward.
"Talisman Star!" Shouts Cole as he throws out his right hand sending hundreds of red colored stars at the digimon above them.
Some digimon fall under his attack, others dodge it and some bat it away like an annoying fly.
Sam, Jennings digimon puts a quick end to the digimon that was outside of the door. And digivolved as he loads the defeated digimons data. Cole looks over at the newly evolved digimon quickly and nods.
"Look out!" Cole hollers at Sam as a digimon jumps off of the catwalk aiming for Sam's back.
Sam Spins left and unleashes his new attack Lightning Blade catching the diving digimon in midair. The digimon lands on the ground literally beside itself, in two pieces as it's data starts to scatter.
Rayne leaps into the air as she exits the doorway and is almost immediately attacked by a dark angewomon. Rayne dodges left and gets some distance from the dark angewomon. They circle each other looking for an opening to attack the other. From below them a ball of energy flies between them blocking their view of the other for a second. Taking the chance Rayne dives below the ball looking for her opponent and ends up face to face with her enemy.
"Lift your spirits!" Rayne shouts as she does a back flip kicking her opponent square in the face with both feet sending her falling toward the courtyard below.
The dark Angewomon recovers twenty feet above the ground.
"Ok bitch! Take this! Hell's curse!" She shouts releasing an attack against Rayne.
"Rayne drop! Power of the Digigods activate!" Dax shouts from the ground.
Rayne follows Dax's command as the power of the card flows into her.
"Celestial Arrow!" Rayne shouts as the light of digivolution glows around her.
Her arrow flies true hitting the dark angewomon in the chest with almost no effect at first.
"Was that supposed to hurt?' the dark angewomon shouts from bellow.
"SHATTER! DIGIVOLUTION ACTIVATE!" shouts Rayne as she can't hold back the power of the card forcing her to evolve to her next level.
Below the dark angewomon smirks just before a bright light comes from under her armor.
"What's going on!" she shouts, worry in her voice as the light begins to spread to other parts of her armor.
The smirk on her face turns to fear as cracks begin to appear in her armor and the along her arms and legs.
"No it can't be! I refuse to die like thi-" is all she gets out before her body shatters into thousands of pieces before her data scatters on the wind.
Up in the air the glowing form of Rayne changes as the digivolution transforms her body. In a flash a new digimon flies in her place, Magnadramon.
Magnadramon is the form of a Chinese dragon, long of body like the drawings from times long past. Dax watches as the glow fades away and points his D-arc up at Rayne's new form scanning her.
Magnadramon
Level: Mega
Attacks: Fire Tornado, Dragon Fire, Hermit fog.
"Dax! Incoming the greymon are returning! Anxerxes must have called them!" Rayne hollers from over his head.
"Heads up the greymon are returning." Dax says to agent Jennings.
"I heard. All teams heads up the greymon are heading this way!" Agent Jennings says into his microphone warning the teams.
Deb and Achilles have made a path to the gates in the few minutes of battle and are joined by two Hypnos agents and their digimon.
"Heads up them greymon are returning! We need to hold the gate as long as possible!" Hollers one of the agents.
Deb and Achilles look at each other as Deb pulls out a few more cards from her deck.
"Greymon, why did it have to be greymon?" Achilles said looking at Deb.
"Could be worse, it could have been metal seadramon or worse." Replied Deb as she put the rest of her deck up.
"Get ready! Metal Greymon in front leading the charge!" Shouts the team leader of team five from the guard tower over the main gate.
Back over with Devon, Kithira and Dark Sakuymon.
"I see you brought friends, too bad they will die along with you." said Anxerxes before he jumped down from the catwalk in front of them.
"Wrong asshole you're the only one that will die here today." Replies Devon as he starts circling left. And Kithira starts circling right.
"You wish! Chaos Flare! Chaos Flare! Chaos Flare!" Anxerxes shouts sending his attack at all of them almost at once.
Devon jumps high into a back flip as the attack passes under his paws. Kithira dives forward over Anxerxes and kicks him with her rear paws sending him sprawling toward Kassy.
Kassy bats his attack away with a flick of her hand. She winces with pain at first then grins almost evilly at the attack.
"It's after all what she would have done in the same position as Anxerxes. Try this." She thinks to herself pulling her hands together.
"Tsunami Force!" Dark Sakuymon says in almost a whisper releasing her attack at almost point blank range.
"Power Leach!" shouts Anxerxes before Dark Sakuymon's attack can reach him.
As the attack hits Anxerxes it is absorbed into him and he laughs evilly as he regains his feet.
"Nice, real nice. Power Leach!" Anxerxes said returning fire at Dark Sakuymon.
She tries to block the attack but there is no visible attack to block. At first nothing seems wrong, but then she drops to one knee and her form begins to flicker.
"What's happening to me?" She hollers in a rage as she starts to fall forward.
Her other knee hits the ground followed by her hands as her form fades. There is a flash of light and on the ground where Dark Sakuymon was is Kassy and Mike. Mike looks up for a second at Anxerxes before his eyes roll back in his head as he passes out. Kassy weakly pulls herself to Mike and collapses on top of him.
"Sorry Mike, I've failed us both." Kassy saidas she follows Mike into unconsciousness.
"Your power is mine! And now to evolve to my ultimate form!" Exclaims Anxerxes as he begins to glow.
"Not so fast! Dragon Wheel!" Shouts Kithira as she launches her attack at Anxerxes.
"Dragon's Fire!" Hollers Devon from the other side.
Anxerxes laughs as his form fades inside the glowing ball of light and as the two attacks connect he laughs even louder. As the glow fades around Anxerxes, his body has changed here and there. Most notably is the addition of horns extending from his head and wings on his back.
"That tickled, now try this. Doom flare!" Anxerxes Shouts releasing an attack. His wings sweep back and then forward and a very strong blast of air slams into Kithira sending her flying backwards into the wall behind her.
Devon watches helplessly as Kithira hits the wall and slumps to the ground not moving as her form fades into a Renamon. His thoughts run out of control as he goes over attack patterns and discards each of them. He decides on the simplest of attacks, he charges slamming into Anxerxes knocking him down. Anxerxes grabs Devon by the neck as Devon goes for the throat with his mouthful of razor sharp teeth. Anxerxes claws dig into Devon's neck drawing blood, Devon roars in pain as with a heave of Anxerxes arms he is flying. As Devon flies through the air his body twists and he lands on his feet sliding to a stop. Blood soaks his neck fur, as he looks at Anxerxes and smiles.
"First blood to you then. Spike attack!" Devon said throwing his head around sending the spikes on his head flying toward Anxerxes.
Anxerxes dodges by jumping up to the overhead catwalk. Devon's spikes impale the wall over Kithira's body.
"Arctic blast!" Anxerxes hollers firing off another attack at Devon.
"Diamond sphere!" Devon shouts before rolling into a ball covered in Diamond. As Anxerxes attack hits, Devon hears the sound he thought that he would never hear. His diamond sphere cracking under the intense cold from the arctic blast attack.
"FOUR!" Hollers Anxerxes as he picks up Devon's sphere and tosses it like a beach ball.
Inside, Devon tumbles end over end as the sphere flies through the air. To Devon time seems to slow down until he hits something. The sphere shatters on impact against the courtyard wall. Devon slams into the side of the sphere even as it is shattering around him. Bones break and Devon roars in pain as he hits the ground.
On the other side of the courtyard:
Kithira raises her head at the sound of Devon's roar of pain. And watches as Anxerxes starts walking toward where Devon is laying against the wall. Anxerxes is enjoying himself as he heads for his prey. A Hypnos digimon tries to stop him and Anxerxes just bats the digimon away with his clawed hand. The digimon's data scatters before it's ten feet away from Anxerxes.
"Must help Devon." says Kithira as she weakly pulls herself up. Her fingers will not work right as she tries to pull out the D-advanced and deck of cards. In frustration she pulls off her gauntlet and shakes the items out, the deck scatters on the ground in front of her followed by the D-advanced.
"Shit! That's all I need right now!" Kithira cusses as she starts to kneel down to retrieve the cards. She stops dead in her tracks as two cards draws her full attention. There in front of her are two gold colored cards. She picks it up and looks at both sides, like the blue cards there are no markings on it. Grabbing the D-advanced she knows what she has to do.
"I don't have a clue what this will do but if this will help Devon. Then so be it. I WILL NOT LOSE ANOTHER MATE!" Said Kithira gritting her teeth through the pain as she slides the card through the D-advanced then looks at the screen and reads the information for the gold card.
"DEVON UPGRADE TIME! SUMMON THE ANCESTOR ACTIVATE!" Shouts Kithira putting all her soul, her pain, and emotion into her shout!
The D-advanced in her hand glows brighter than ever before as all her emotions fuel the activation. Blinding light fills the courtyard, causing all humans and digimon to stop fighting and shield their eyes.
Devon feels the power of Kithira's raw emotions flow into him, restoring him and beyond. Static charges leap from his silver spiked armor as the power of the card enters him on top of Kithira's. He feels and knows what he must do at that moment. Pulling himself to his feet he stands tall and proud in front of Anxerxes, his spiked armor strobing with raw power.
"Armored Kyubimon! Slide evolution to Kyubimon warrior mode!" Devon shouts releasing the power within.
In a flash of light Devon transforms, where he is standing is a new digimon. Like the knights of old Devon is clothed in what appears to be plate armor with short spikes. In his hands are twin swords meant for battle. Almost like a Taomon but with full armor instead of the normal priest robes. His nine tails spread behind him in fan.
Next to Devon a bio-emergence appears and slowly takes the form of a digimon. The digimon is almost an exact copy of Devon except his armor is battered and worn from many battles.
"Who has summoned me?" Asks the new comer in a voice some recognize.
Alpha team looks at the new comer in awe. But Kithira is the first to speak.
"I did, but you can't be here. You're dead, how can this be?" Kithira asks fear showing on her face.
"That part of me that was human is dead. That which is digimon was reborn." Answered the newcomer.
Devon looks at the newcomer.
"Daryl?" Devon asks a look of confusion on what's visible of his face.
"Yes, and I see you finally changed. It's about time too. I wondered when that was going to happen." Daryl answers.
"IT CAN'T BE I KILLED YOU!" Shouts Anxerxes enraged.
"Oh, but it is Anton. Daryl Thackry in the flesh. You failed Anton, all you did was release my digimon DNA to be reborn in the digital world." Daryl replied taking a small bow.
"It matters not, I'll kill you again along with the rest of worthless your friends and family!" Anxerxes replied.
"No Anton, this fight is your last one. Kithira! Catch!" Shouts Daryl as he draws back an arm and tosses a box toward her.
As the box flies over Anxerxes tries to grab it, but it passes right between his out stretched hands and into Kithira's. She quickly opens the box to find another card. This one silver in color and as before with no markings. Anxerxes choses that moment to renew his attack.
"Destroy them!" Anxerxes shouts as he jumps into the air and flies over to the catwalk.
The collected digimon around the courtyard that had fought for Anxerxes look at each other. And as if an unspoken word had been passed between them. They calmly walk to one side of the courtyard. One stands for a moment before speaking.
"No, we followed you here for our own reasons, not to kill humans like those swine you brought with you Anxerxes. We will not fight your battles for you anymore, we quit." A Growlmon said before joining the others by the wall.
"Cowards! The lot of you, after I'm finished with these fools you're next!" Anxerxes said his voice seething with anger at being betrayed.
Kithira watching this quickly runs the card through the D-advanced, the card fades away in her fingers as it is read. The D-advanced in her hand glows for a second and them morphs, changing shape slightly and more comfortable in her hand. It's color goes from blue to gold as she watches. An explosion in the courtyard brings her out of her reverie. Looking up she sees Anxerxes launching attack after attack against Devon and Daryl. The air grows thick with smoke as the battle ensues. Try as she might she can't see which has the upper hand at the moment, the sound of their swords hitting fills the air along with their shouts.
"Ah fuck it!" she says looking at the D-advanced screen, before running into the smoke to find Devon or Daryl. Which she promptly runs into Daryl's back, him standing over Kassy and Mike protecting them. Daryl spins but is able to catch himself before hitting Kithira with one of his swords.
"Dammit Kit! I almost took your head off!" Daryl shouts at her!
"What does this mean?" Kithira asks holding the D-advanced up for him to see.
"We're getting our asses handed to us here, just say what's on the fucking screen!" Daryl said as from somewhere in the smoke Devon roared in pain.
"Ah Ha! There you are! Doom Flare!" Anxerxes shouts from their left.
"Talisman spell!" Cole shouts from behind them as he and Lisa come running up to Daryl and Kithira.
"You didn't think we were going to let you have all the fun, now did you." Lisa said as she stopped in front of Daryl.
"Glad you all decided to join the party. He's stronger than he looks, and I can't take him alone." Replied Daryl as he sheathed his sword.
Anxerxes attack flows over Cole's shield searching for a weakness in it. The shield starts to collapse inward and Cole drops to one knee under the pressure of Anxerxes attack. Grunting with strain Cole spreads his hands over his head and pushes back against his shield forcing himself to stand up. The shield responds to his pushing against it and slowly expands outward again.
"I can't hold my shield much longer, his attack is just too powerful." Cole grunts again as another one of Anxerxes's attacks hit his shield.
From outside the shield Devon pulls himself to his feet.
"Damn he hits hard! Guess he thought I was down for the count. Now to regroup with the others." Thinks Devon to himself as he picks up his sword.
High above the battle field Rayne watches as the Greymon approach the gate. Making a snap decision she dives toward the main gate and then hovers over it.
"You will not pass! Return to the digital world now!" Rayne shouts at the greymon.
"Not going to happen! Attack!" The metal greymon shouted as he continues to charge.
Below her Deb and Achilles along with the Hypnos team five line up and get ready for the greymon to attack. Dax runs up to join them at the last moment before the greymon reach the gate.
"Shit this battle is going on longer than I thought!" Dax shouted over the sounds of the battle behind them.
"Achilles! Time to power up! Digivolution activate!" Deb hollers as the metal greymon leading the charge attacks.
"Leomon digivolve to saberleomon!" Shouts Achilles as the glow from Deb's D-arc engulfs him.
And shortly Achilles form has changed into what some refer to his ancestors form before they changed to walking on two feet. Standing at just over eight feet tall Saberleomon makes for an impressive sight. In all he looks like a cross between a saber tooth tiger and a lion, his body is that of a lion. His fur is gold with red stripes, and his fangs at almost two feet long resemble those of the saber tooth tiger. His eyes are a dark blue, almost black in color that add his fierce countenance.
"Everyone ready! Here they come!" Shouted the leader of team five.
"Giga blaster!" The metal greymon hollered firing off two missiles from his chest launcher at the front line of defenders.
"Dragon fire!" Rayne shouted aiming in front of the missiles to protect the front line.
As the missiles hit Rayne's attack they explode sending shards of burning metal flying everywhere.
"Let them have it!" Shouted the leader of team five.
And on either side of him trainers and digimon fire their attacks at the greymon. Various attacks hit the metal greymon with such force that he seems to explode as his data is scattered. Other attacks fly through the remains of his data to strike the greymon following behind. Some greymon disappear in a flash as their data is scattered, while others fall to the ground their forms starting to break down as they bleed data into the air.
From behind the pack of greymon a mass of unknown digimon strikes in a flash of movement. Legs and underbellies are ripped open by the unknown digimon as the mass races past. Inside the gate the defenders are caught without warning as the mass of digimon are behind them in a flash surrounding Cole's shield.
Kithira watches as the scene around her unfolds. The greymon are attacking the gate, Anxerxes is attacking Cole's shield repeatedly looking for an opening. And Devon is somewhere out there in the smoke outside of Cole's shield. Lisa is down on one knee trying to bring around Mike and Kassy. Looking at the D-advanced she stares at the screen and then looks up as the sounds of battle stop. Outside the shield shadowy forms sway and dance in and out of the smoke.
"I understand now." Thinks Kithira as she looks back at the screen and makes up her mind.
"Cole drop the shield! Just do it and don't ask questions! I know what must be done." Said Kithira as she put the D-advanced to her chest and looked up to the sky.
Cole looks at Kithira as if she's gone crazy at first, but then sees the look in her eyes. Dropping the shield he prepares for battle along with Daryl and Lisa.
The group of unknown digimon slowly closes in on them as Lisa, Cole, Daryl and Kithira watch with apprehension. As they come closer, their voices whisper as one.
"Since we evolved, we have watched."
"Since we evolved, we have guarded."
"Since we evolved, we have waited."
"Since we evolved, two were chosen."
"Since we evolved, from each generation."
"Since we evolved, to be our champions."
"You are our instrument, summon them!" they say looking at Kithira.
Kithira nodes at the shadowy figures before pulling the D-advanced from her chest and looks at the screen.
"Champions of the clan! Activate!" Kithira shouted as loud as she could tears in her eyes as the D-advanced glows brightly before sending out two beams of light.
The beams of light burn away the smoke from the battle, one hits Daryl in the chest. The other beam flies true and hits Devon in the chest. Both of them are highlighted by the beams as their armor begins to glow brightly. They look at each other for a second before they're both through their heads back and a primal scream comes from both of them.
The shadowy forms swarm Daryl and Devon spinning around them and then begin to merge with them. Almost in sync their primal screams stop and there is a bright flash of light from both of them.
"Mode change! Gladiator mode!" Devon and Daryl shouted in unison.
Their armor changes from the full body plate armor to something less constrictive. For all intents the armor is nothing more than shoulder pads, shin guards and bracer's covering his forearms. The wicked sword in his left hand changes into a small shield, and the matching sword in the other hand morphs into a long knights sword. And lastly his loins are covered in a loin cloth.
All around the courtyard human and digimon alike stand in awe at Kithira's shout, as the power of the card clears the air. Anxerxes stands in shock as the shadowy forms merge with the brothers, becoming one with them. Focusing his powers Anxerxes draws his hands together.
"Concussion Blast!" Shouts Anxerxes as he releases his attack. Aimed not at Daryl or Devon but at Lisa, Cole and Kithira.
"Lisa, look out!' Shouts Cole as he grabs her and twists his body to shield her against the attack.
Kithira hearing Cole's shout launches herself skyward in an effort to dodge the attack. Below her she watches as almost everything not tied down is flung against the far courtyard wall.
As she nimbly lands on the catwalk she glances Anxerxes way. And then for Cole and Lisa, she sees them far across the courtyard. Cole is down with Lisa in his arms under him by the wall. Kassy and Mike are near them and starting to move.
Lisa squirms her way out from under Cole and pulls herself up to her knees to check him over. Cole's back is cut to ribbons from the attack and bleeding badly. Lisa scrambles to pull out the cards she had setup earlier in case she needed them. Pulling only the cards for healing she slides them through her D-arc quickly.
"Lilymons healing seed! Activate! Health boost! Activate! I just got you back and I'm not losing you again!" Shouts Lisa as her vision grows blurry and she feels herself failing to land on top of Cole.
Kithira sees Lisa fall on top of Cole and makes up her mind.
To one side Mike helps Kassy slowly to her feet. Kassy shakes her head and looks at the scene unfolding a short ways away from them.
"Mike, I have to help them." Kassy said before giving Mike a kiss on the lips that leaves no doubt about how she feels.
"Be careful-" Is all he can get out before she pulls away and starts moving toward Anxerxes. Mike pulls out his deck and starts pulling cards out.
"Devon! Your mother and Cole are down, take care of Anxerxes, I'll check on them!" Kithira shouted as she leaps toward Cole and Lisa's position.
Devon's head nods, his eyes on Anxerxes twenty feet away.
"Anton! Your personal vendetta against my family ends today, here and now! Let's finish this!" Said Daryl his voice betraying his anger as he pulled his sword out of it's sheath.
"Yes, lets finish this." Anxerxes replied as he brought his hands together focusing his powers again.
Daryl starts to move toward Anxerxes as a tawny colored blur rushes in from the left and hit Anxerxes quickly.
"Rapid Kick!" Kassy shouted as she lays into him, her kicks landing repeatedly on Anxerxes head and upper body.
"Oh, please!" Replies Anxerxes as he grabs Kassy by the foot and tosses her away like a toy.
"Holly Shit!" Exclaims Kassy as she goes flying across the courtyard. She twists in midair and lands by the wall.
"Annoying little brat! I'll enjoy breaking you in later. Now lets get this over with." Anxerxes said turning to face Daryl.
"That brat is my daughter!" Daryl replied launching into a blur of movement.
"Lets do this!" Shouts Devon as he too launches into a blur of movement.
Kithira drops to the ground and starts looking over Lisa. Finding nothing outwardly wrong with Lisa, she carefully moves Lisa to the side and looks over Cole.
Cole groans and rolls over onto his back before sitting up. At first he looks around like he has no idea of where he is, his eyes unfocused. In a few short seconds his eyes focus on Kithira.
"Wow, that guy hits like a truck! Oh no, Lisa!" Exclaims Cole as he reaches for her and picks her up.
"She's ok from what I can tell." Kithira says looking over just in time to see Daryl and Devon attack Anxerxes.
Cole holds Lisa in his arms and gently shakes her while saying her name over and over. Lisa's eyes fluter open and she manages a weak smile.
"Hey you." Lisa said weakly.
"How do you feel?" Cole asked smiling down at her.
"Like someone hit me with a truck, twice." She replied her voice even weaker and her skin color getting paler as her hand gripped his arm tightly and she grimaced in pain.
"Lisa, what is it? What can I do?" Cole asked the worry sounding in his voice.
"Theres nothing you can do, I'm dying Cole. I haven't got much time left, at least I got to be with you again. Take care of our family, I love you." She said her voice falling to a whisper as her eyes closed.
Cole watched as her eyes closed and her breathing grew erratic.
"Lisa, I love you! Lisa, I can't live without you, not again!" Shouted Cole in a rage as her breathing stopped.
Kithira looked on, in her heart she was saddened as Cole dealt with Lisa dying in his arms. And as she watched, Lisa's D-arc glowed so bright that she had to turn her eyes away to keep from being blinded. Mike helped Kassy to her feet as a flash came from behind them. And as it faded they turned to look and was shocked at first then smiled at each other as they knew what was happening.
On the other side of the courtyard:
Devon, Daryl and Anxerxes where engaged in a dance of death, each looking for an opening and finding none. The on-looking humans and digimon watched as the three digimon fought. Some started taking bets on who would win the battle, while others quietly slipped out of the unit into the city.
Devon felt the power of the ancestors flow through him and his speed doubled again. Daryl ducked and rolled forward into Anxerxes legs to take him down, but Anxerxes countered by jumping away. Anxerxes pulled out everything he had to block the brothers attacking him, but with each blocked punch or kick it also cost him some of his strength. Devon ran back away from Anxerxes getting some breathing room before launching his next attack, as Daryl's attack granted him a split second to do so. Daryl likewise disengaged from Anxerxes and stopped with his sword pointing at Anxerxes.
"Heart of power!" Shouted Devon as a blood red beam arched from his sword to strike Anxerxes in the chest.
Anxerxes screamed as the beam hit him and knocked him back almost ten feet and landed on his back. The sound of bones breaking could be heard over Anxerxes scream of pain and rage.
"Revenge of the fallen!" Daryl shouted as he threw his shield toward Anxerxes the shield glowing with power.
As Anxerxes regained his feet, Daryl's shield slammed into him from behind. Anxerxes screamed as the shield hit his broken wing and finished ripping it off. The shield flew away and whipped back around like a boomerang and returned to Daryl's outstretched hand. Anxerxes looked first at Devon then Daryl before speaking.
"Finally! Someone worthy to challenge me! Now, lets really get down to business!" Said Anxerxes as he smiled and the air shimmered around him with power and his other wing dropping to the ground behind him.
Daryl looked over at Devon and nodded as if speaking without words to him. They both hold their swords up as in a salute.
"Judgement of the ancestors!" They both shout together as they lower their swords and point them at Anxerxes.
From both swords a bright beam lances across the courtyard.
"Shield Wall!" Anxerxes shouted throwing up his hands to ward off the attack.
The attack hits the shield. Anxerxes shudders under the power of the attack and screams in rage as his shield begins to collapse.
"Pour it on, Devon!" Daryl hollered as he puts more of his will behind the attack.
On the other side of Anxerxes, Devon puts his other hand on his sword handle and screams forcing all that he is into the sword. His beam glows brighter and widens with his renewed focus. Anxerxes screams as his shield starts to buckle under the onslaught.
"It's over Anxerxes! For your crimes against Digimon and human alike I sentence you to deletion! Final judgment!" Hollers a new voice from the other side of the courtyard.
A Blood red spear flies true and shatters what's left of Anxerxes shield. The spear hits Anxerxes in the chest and slams him into the wall behind him, pinning him there.
Anxerxes screams in pain and rage for a second before the spear's power starts deleting him. His data scatters slowly at first and then picks up speed with each passing second.
"It can't end this way, I was to rule both worlds. I'm not defeated yet, I can still win! You haven't won! You will see! I can't die! I can't-" Anxerxes raves just before his deletion is complete.
All around the courtyard human and digimon look at each other as Anxerxes data scatters. The silence is broken as the cheers break out from the on lookers.
Devon and Daryl look over at the new comer that's walking their way with Kithira, Mike and Kassy in tow.
"You two did well, but have much to learn. But first we all need a vacation." the newcomer said as he stopped in front of them.
"And you would be?" Asked Daryl looking up at the tall digimon.
"Daryl! Is that anyway to talk to your parents?" The male Sakuymon asked before him.
Daryl and Devon's mouths fell open as they looked at the male Sakuymon and then each other.
"But, how?" Asked Daryl with a confused look on his furry face as there was a flash and Cole and Lisa are standing before them.
"It's simple son, when Anxerxes attacked us Cole protected me from the full force of the attack. But I still was hurt internally, and almost died from it. I always knew that Cole loved me but I never knew how much until then. It was the power of our love for each other that saved me and allowed us to bio-merge." Replied Lisa as she wrapped her arm around Cole's waist.
Two flashes happen at the same time, Daryl reverts to his renomon form as does Devon. Devon drops to one knee as the power of the ancestors leaves him. Kithira is at a loss as she looks at the two renomon almost unable to tell them apart.
"Devon?" She asks with a questioning look.
"Right here kit kat." Replies Devon as he steps toward her and gets interrupted by Mike.
"Ok, can I have everyone's attention!" Shouts Mike.
Everyone looks over at Mike.
"As the senior field agent in charge, all unregistered digimon are under arrest until you can be returned to the digital world!" Shouted Mike as everyone there started giggling at him.
"Uh, Mike, the only ones left are us. Agents and partners." Kassy said giggling.
"Ah, crap! Here I go again! And I just captured most of them! Damn it! The chief is going to have my ass!" Mike groused looking around at the teams and his new in-laws.
Epilogue: Six months later.
Kithira, Devon and Daryl sit atop the family house in Spokane, Washington looking down into the backyard and watch the comedy unfolding. Their pups are playing with each other in the wading pool. As Rayne sits down on a lawn chair carefully, her swollen belly making her look like she's about to pop. From below they can hear everyone coming out of the house with the food for the bar-b-que. Lisa waddles over to sit down next to Rayne followed by Deb.
"Achilles, if you ever curse me with twins again I'll have you fixed." Deb said as she sat down.
"But, dear I thought you wanted a big family. Besides if you have me fixed that means I won't be able to perform my husbandly duties." Achilles says as he walks over to the grill with a plate full of meat.
"I do, but one at a time. Not two or more at a time!" replied Deb as she unbuttoned the bottom of her shirt across her waist.
"I don't care if it's one or two at a time, I enjoy being pregnant. And Dax can knock me up any time." Rayne said smiling as she rubbed her swollen belly.
"Yeah, well you all can get pregnant all you want. Personally I want to hold off after this time for a year or two." Lisa replied from her chair.
"Hey! Are we late?" Mike's voice came from the driveway.
"No, you're just in time for Achilles to burn the meat again." Dax replied from his chair by the picnic table.
"Oh, you're just jealous because you can't cook." Achilles replied then sticking out his tongue at Dax.
"I can to cook; just I find it easier to use the microwave or pay to have it made." Dax said.
"Well, you just keep thinking that when it's 3am and nothings open." Cole said as he came into view carrying another plate of meat.
"I'm glad we're not late." Kassy said as she walked over to the table her belly just starting to show her pregnancy.
"Do you miss the digital world? Devon asked looking over at Kithira and Daryl.
"Are you kidding, the constant battles just to survive. No way I like it here better with you and our pups." Kithira answered smiling.
"Good thing Hypnos dropped general order 123-a; Otherwise that's where we would be living right now. Now if you all will excuse me, my date is here." Said Daryl as his girlfriend walked into the backyard below and he teleported down to be with her.
"It's a good thing that he found someone to be with." Kithira said wrapping her hands around Devon's arm.
"Yeah it is, I hate to think of how he would act if he was alone." Devon replied.
"Enough love, let's just watch the sunset. It's so beautiful this time of year." Kithira said as she leaned against Devon's shoulder.
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Naí opened one eye. He felt Sóley's warm body onto his, listened to Sóley's soft breath. Slowly Naí moved his paw over Sóley's body and stroked softly.
Last night... wonderful... nice memories... Just... strange, there was one thing disturbing him about it... Oh, yeah... how it had started...
Stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp. Oh, yeah, that was the sound of fate approaching fast, the wrath in girl shape moving here for yelling. At least it had waited until the morning, Pelín was a nice girl. The handle rattled, it was locked. But Pelín had the key for all the rooms. She opened.
Pelín looked at the two males. Oh, they were so cute... "Wake up, you two, get a shower and get down. We gotta talk..." And so she left.
"Mmmbbll...?" Sóley opened his eyes. "Wazzup?"
Naí smiled and licked over Sóley's forehead. "Consequences knocked."
"Was about time..." Sóley got up.
Pelín was waiting and sipped a juice. The two males came down the stairs and sat down in front of her, looking down to the counter. Pelín put two glasses in front of them.
"Listen, you two, I don't care even a little bit what you do to each other up there, I really don't. But when others get involved and you hurt them, against their wish, of course, I somehow feel responsible, I don't know why. It comes back to me when two males in my house mess around. And you two did." She sighed. "Maybe there was a good reason, I have no idea. But even you must see certain behaviour is followed by certain consequences."
"So you... will punish us?"
"Well, the girl had the opinion I should tie you onto the wall out there, naked, for some days. That's a bit hard, I think. And I know, Sóley, it's not a punishment for you."
Sóley smiled, but kept staring down.
"I made an arrangement. The girl wants her movie. So you'll go and help her with her movie. Then I'll maybe only tie up Sóley..."
"Thank you..." Naí said rather quietly, not really convinced that was better.
Sóley knocked. The girl opened. Sóley bent over to give her a tender lick over the forehead, but she backed away. "You won't touch me again!"
"Okay, okay, Sélin, whatever. We're sorry, y'see, Naí was totally drunk... and Pelín said us it was wrong. We didn't know what we were doing."
That seemed to fit Sélin's image of stupid males. "Come on in. Make yourselves comfortable." But she stayed firm.
The males entered. It was not an apartment for living, it was just a studio. Sélin obviously was one of the girls making professional movies for others. During heat, every girl gets an unbearable crave for sex, they can't control it at all. But, at the same time, they also are fertilisable, means every sexual intercourse could get them a baby, which they don't want usually. So they pawed themselves, used vibrators and videos, for visual aid.
Naí wasn't very keen to become a part of a movie, but a saying was around: Every male gets into a video, at least once. No way around it.
There was a bed, in front of a wall made of paper. Lights all around it, and then a professional camera.
"Here, Miss," Naí said and gave the camera and the clothes back. "I wanted to..."
"Stop it here. I got something special for you."
Oh swell, Naí thought. Something to look forward to...
Another knock. Sélin turned. "Well, you males take off your clothes, get onto the bed, I'm with you in a second..." She went to get the door.
Naí sat down onto the bed. "I don't know if I can do this..."
"It's not very hard. You must just ignore the watching eye."
"Hmm..."
"Wanna mount me this time? I'd like to get you into me, really. Wonder why haven't done that yet..."
Sélin returned, took the camera and fixed some lights. "Why aren't you naked yet?"
"Don't push us," Sóley said and stood up to open his pants. Naí did the same.
Another girl entered. Naí couldn't help but stare. She was only wearing some very, very short pants, stopping right under her bottom, and nothing else. So Naí could see her entire body, one of the most wonderful bodies he'd ever seen. Slim shape, a long and slender tail, some, not too many muscles, well groomed fur and interesting, not prominent markings on the chest and face.
"Close your muzzle," Sóley whispered.
"Stósh, that girl..." Naí whispered back.
"Get rid of your pants," Sóley said. Naí didn't move, he watched the girl sit down. "Stósh... switch on the camera!"
"Is ready."
Naí blinked as he felt a paw stroking his stomach and opening his pants. He looked down, Sóley had squatted down and was now pulling his pants down. He made one or two tender nuzzlings against his package, then he stood up and went down onto the bed.
Naí did the same. The camera was forgotten. He lay down, then crouched upon Sóley, for some making out. Then he spun around and had Sóley's full erected cock right in front of his face. He embraced the piece of flesh with one paw and stroked over it, feeling the blood pump in it. He could feel Sóley moving Naí's penis into his mouth.
Naí stuck out his tongue and connected it with the glans. Moving carefully, he licked over the glans some times, then moved closer and let his mouth embrace the rather big cock. Sóley was doing the same, jus more quickly. Naí could feel his cock disappear into the other male's muzzle completely. He couldn't suppress a groan.
He moved down, as deep as he could get, the entire cock couldn't fit into his muzzle, and he feared to gag if the cock should enter his throat. So he moved up and down, embracing the penis in his mouth tightly, up and down, while feeling the other male doing the same.
Naí moved faster, he felt a big feeling building up in him. The pleasure as coming and coming, so he felt himself coming soon too. Every time the cock left his mouth he groaned, just to fill his mouth again, and again, giving tender touches to the other male, again and again.
It was too much. Quickly he moved up, moaned out loud and came, let his semen spurt out of him, no matter to where. He let it all come out of him and licked on, continued giving tender pleasure, until he could feel the cock in his mouth harden and spill out its load, into his mouth. Naí moved up, he last spills of semen got against his face. He smiled and licked the semen off the softening penis.
Naí spun around. "You're always too fast," he whispered very quietly and licked over Sóley's cum-covered face, cleaning it a bit.
"Of course," Sóley whispered back. "So let's move on."
Lying on his back, Sóley dragged his knees to his chest. Naí moved down and touched his soft penis. Some moments... he bent down and licked over the other male's balls and the tail hole, until his penis was hard again.
He considered his member was lubricated enough with all that semen and saliva, and reaching out for the lube would break the mood anyway. So he moved down, closer, closer. Sóley relaxed and gasped as he felt something entering his rear. Naí moved in, carefully, and not all the way down. Last night he'd hurt the girl, but he never wanted to hurt Sóley. He moved in and waited. Sóley was groaning and breathing heavily.
Naí thrust in and out, rubbing over Sóley's prostate. Sóley was moaning with every rub, he dug his fingers into the sheet and moved his head left and right. Pulling faces due to the tightness, Naí thrust harder. After a while, he used one paw to stroke Sóley's penis additionally.
The two males groaned together, both feeling a great pleasure building up, both bodies screaming for release. Only a bit more... Naí quickly moved out of Sóley's tail hole and spilled his semen the next moment. The stroke of Naí moving out was he last bit Sóley needed to cum, he groaned out loud and came, his semen spurting even up to his chest.
Both males relaxed for a moment. Then Naí moved down onto Sóley again and gave him a tender lick over the forehead. Sóley smiled and licked back. They hugged each other, making out again, for some minutes.
As if waking up, both males blinked as they heard a clap of a pair of paws. Oh yes... the camera... Naí had really forgotten about it.
The hot girl stood up and applauded. "That was great for amateurs."
Sélin switched the camera off. "I must agree."
Sóley sat up. "I see you took your pants off again, Miss."
"This just... moved me so much..." Sóley smiled weakly.
"Um, Sóley, don't wanna be rude, but I've got another appointment today."
"Yes. Yes. Naí, go take a shower. You get into another shot again. Sóley, you... umm... can you cook?"
"Not with semen on my chest."
"Then wash it off. Naí, it's the room over there," Sélin said.
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As I make my way down the streets in the cold I realise I have totally lost track of where I was heading. Darkness has suddenly settled in and night finally came around. I click the red phone, which was the hang up button on my mobile to check the time. A black screen pops up and the date and the time came up, 19:34. I had a late lunch at college, but I was still a little hungry because I hadn't had dinner yet.
Unfortunately, the trains were down, so I had to walk home. College didn't finish until 5:30 in the afternoon on Fridays, and I would normally make my way to the train station and to walk home. Sadly, my parents were out on the weekend, so I doubt they would pick me up. In my head, I repeated, 'This is just like some cliché plot in some erotic novel', but I tried to wipe my mind away from that.
I fiddle with the circular play and pause button on my iPod shuffle with my thumb. Gracefully moving my thumb around in circles and pressing the forward button as a song came on that I didn't feel like listening to as the MP3 player was on shuffle. It's been 2 hours and I hadn't gotten anywhere, I was quite lost. I should have gone for a taxi, but they'd cost a lot of money. Then again as long as I got home I wouldn't care. I frantically looked around where I was to see if there was any route I could take.
I was in a small town now that I think about it. At least I'm off the road side now. I carry on looking around and I spot houses, a few small shops and a petrol station about 30 feet away.
I slow stumble into one of the small shops which seem to be a small building full of sushi, steaks, burger meat, and ready-cooked meals, all of those sorts. I pause my MP3 player and take my head phones out of my ears and stuff them into my coat pocket. I lean on my front toes and cuneiforms and I continue my way towards the drink section and picking up a small bottle of coca-cola. God knows why I would drink a cold drink during winter, but all I cared about was a drink and something worth drinking.
I look around the store to see if there were anything else around, and I noticed, there weren't many people around, especially once I got into the town, I rarely saw people. The only person I have seen tonight was the cashier, he seemed friendly but, he looked around in his late early 20's, other than me, just turning 18 just a few months back.
I soon exit the store; the cold air hit me like a punch in the face. My hand froze around the bottle of coke I held in my left hand as I struggled to put my headphones back in. I never realised how much I missed the warmth until I got outside. I should appreciate the things I have in life more, I thought to myself.
As soon as I forwarded songs I didn't want on, I began walking. Until I suddenly stopped in my tracks. A creepy song, from an anime known as School Days came on. My brain began to function and turned into paranoid mode. I forwarded the song as fast as I could and tried to change to a happy and upbeat song. Though my mind kept playing tricks on me. Every now and then I would look behind me. If people weren't here when I got into town, then I doubt there'd be anyone behind me, let alone stalking me. Though your brain is a powerful thing when you're scared. I look back at my phone once more as I continue to forward songs. 19:47. Song after song was still creepy and horrifying. I suddenly gave up and turned off my iPod and tried to pay attention to my surroundings.
Suddenly, a light suddenly flashed in front of me, I looked next to me. I walked straight past a pub. Not just any pub though, it was a gay pub. My heart jumped a little bit as I questioned myself if I should head in or not. The sign behind the door said they were open until 2am, so I decided to see if I should look inside. They could be nice to closeted bisexuals, I thought.
I tremble my way towards the door. Luckily, the door had a window in it, so I looked inside. I plant my arms above my head and put them on the window, pressing my forehead onto it to try and look inside. It looked calm. A ton of large men though. My heart pounded as I began to feel intimidated. All I wanted was directions or a lift home at least, thought going in a stranger's car is asking for trouble such as murder, rape or possibly both. Thought sayings go, you cannot rape the willing.
I suddenly hear a grunt behind me. My eyes widen as I look into the window reflection, I see 5 huge guys standing behind me, a wolf wearing a tank top, loose jeans and a collar around his neck, a lion which was shirtless and wore ¾ length camouflage trousers, a tiger wearing an average red shirt and short trousers and wore a leather cap on his head, a leopard that wore a black shirt which matched his fur colour, long jeans that wrinkled and piled over his shoes and a bear, wearing a white shirt and camouflage trousers, thought under his shirt you could see outlines of a four piece leather harness. The bear was a whole lot taller than the four in front of him, and it turned out the grunt came from him.
My face burned a crimson red, totally embarrassed and shocked, and I suddenly move to the side, bowing multiple times, "I'm so sorry", sheepishly holding back fear in my throat.
The wolf and tiger both snigger to each other as they walk in, the lion and leopard both look at each other looking slightly confused and dumbfounded.
Suddenly, as the four go on inside, the bear slowly follows them from behind. He towered the four, including me. The four mammals had quite a heavy and muscular build, as the bear had a muscular build but had quite a chubby belly. He winces down at me and looks at me with his dark brown eyes. I feel my eyes begin to widen and I feel slightly dizzy. His eyes were beautiful. They shined as the door opened and I couldn't look away. He winced down at me as it seemed like a few seconds. He then carried on walking and made his way into the bar. It was like he didn't want to acknowledge me. Though, I didn't blame him.
I looked inside again and saw the back and bums of the 5 of the furs that walked in. I looked away quickly to avoid looking at them. Even the sight of the bear made my heart throw itself up in my throat. I didn't think I was worthy enough to even think of him.
After a little while I checked my phone again. It was 20:04, I decided to just walk in and take a seat in the back and plan ahead of what I should do. Instead of walking I take a few steps in and freeze. The whole place had their eye on me. I felt like an outcast. My brain was jumbled and I didn't know what to say.
Two wolves from a nearby table holding a pint of beer eyed me. One of them leaned on his elbows towards me, "Hey, you're new here, aren't you? You're cute, pull up a chair next to us and we can talk for a bit, how does that sound?"
I didn't know what to say and I didn't know how that sounded. All I thought was this isn't how people greet each other and that they can't be this friendly.
"Ah, I- Uh, Gh-", I begin to throw up word vomit, not sure of what to say in a place like this.
I decided to turn my back and go towards the back of the room.
As I turn around flustered and embarrassed I accidentally ploughed myself into the back of a chair where a bear was sitting. Little did I know it was the bear from outside a few minutes ago.
He looked behind him with a confused look on his face, and it looked like he was going to challenge me to a fight. I gasp deeply and back away.
"I-I'm so sorry! A-again, Agai--" I continue to back away and I speed walk to the other side of the room and tried to get out of sight from any other fur or person. Sadly that didn't happen, but I was able to get a table to myself.
I sulk a little and beat myself up about how shy I am. A little while later I feel something press against the couch I was sitting on at the table. I thought nothing of it and tried not to make eye contact.
"Wow! What a night is it, right?" a deep voice rumbled beside me and I feel a presence of something landing on the head of the couch behind me.
I shook it off and tried to ignore them. The person talking was obviously quite drunk and tried to make friends with everyone.
"Hello? You there?" I feel something quite sharp press again my cheek, I burned down deep inside trying my best to brush them aside.
"Please! Stop! I'm trying to ignore you!!" I turn my head to them, bursting out fairly loudly.
I stare at a nearby bear sitting next to me. His fur was a lighter version of the one that was outside. He seemed shorted, a little younger and a little more carefree. He didn't seem drunk. He seemed like the hyper type that liked everyone. He gives a manly bear like giggle and pokes my nose with his paw, which felt like soft leather.
"Hurr hurr hurr, when ignoring people you don't respond, my dear cub."
All I could do was glare at him. Not in a nasty way. Just in an annoyed way to show what I'm feeling. I put my elbow on the table and rest my chin and cheek in my hand, looking forward once again.
"That was quite a performance you did when you came in, wasn't it, little one?" he gives a big hearty laugh.
I sighed a little and glare at myself in the reflection of the window in front of us. I blinked a few times, thinking he'd go away if I just ignored him, though this clearly wasn't working.
"Hey... Pup... You can't ignore me again if you already said something to me..." his maw was right up to my ear. He purred deeply and I could feel he had a smile on his face.
I quickly stand up and leave my seat and table. "I'm getting a drink!" I shout back at him in response.
I storm my way over to the counter where the bartender was serving. Not surprisingly, it was another bear. While he was serving other customers, I looked around, seeing the titles such as "The Bear Inn", in my mind I thought of it as the name of the pub, which made sense why most of the customers were bears.
"Excuse me, sir. Is there anything you would like?" I feel a light tap on my shoulder and I snap back to turn to the bartender standing in front of me.
He wore a white apron and had ear rings all over his ear and a silver stud on his left eyebrow. He seemed like a lovely guy from the way his face looked. He looked so calming and had a brilliant smile.
"Can I have some coke, please?" I ask, looking down onto the desk, seeing carving to phone numbers, messages and even a game of noughts and crosses.
"Sure, that's £5 please" He smiles and takes out a pint glass, and pours ice into it.
I shiver a little as I hear how much it cost. I didn't have enough coins for that so I took out my wallet. I open it up to hopefully see at least a £5 note. My eyes tear up a little and I face palm myself.
The bear that was at my table came back holding my half a bottle of coke.
"You can't get away from me with a stunt like that!" he gives another hearty chuckle and he puts his furry arm around me. I could tell he used a lot of conditioner because it felt so soft. "What's wrong?" He looked at me puzzled.
I give him my wallet filled with £10 notes and a few £20's. He looked even more confused and nudged me.
"Why are you upset about that? Now you can treat me to a drink" he gives another hearty laugh.
I could tell he liked to laugh a lot and that he was only joking. But if I knew I had this much money sooner I could have gotten a taxi and would have been home by now.
"I'm such a blonde... I could have been home if I knew I had that much" I signed and growled in frustration.
"Oh, the trains were down, right?" he asked me and gave me a nudge with his elbow.
"Yep... I don't even know how to get home, it's why I came in here to ask if anyone could give me directions" I pulled my head on the counter and the bartender knelt down to my eye level.
"Hey... I think Kuma has a truck. I'm sure he wouldn't mind helping someone like you out, he might even do it for a few pounds if you don't live far" He bartender gives me a reassuring smile and looks up to the bear next to me.
I look to the bear beside me and he gets me into a small light headlock and ruffles my head.
"You see? Don't stress, lil' bud! The Big Bad Bear, Kuma can get you home! So just relax! I'm sure he wants to drink a few with his friends, lighten up a bit then will get you a taxi home with him and his friends!" He gives a deep snigger and strokes my face.
"Which one is Kuma, may I ask?" I get out of the headlock and look around.
"The one you bumped into" the bartender winks at me and stands tall once more and serves a needy customer nearby.
I swallow hard and my lower tummy and crotch begin to tingle. It wasn't the sort of tingle I'd get when being horny. It was an odd feeling, and I'd never experienced this before. Is this the saying of getting butterflies in your stomach? But surely it'd be higher up.
"By the way, my name is Curtis." The bear next to me stands tall and mighty, putting his hands on his side.
"Mine is Darren, nice to meet you. Can you tell us yours?" The bartender comes back to have the chat with us again.
"My name is Stuart, it's nice to meet you two" I smile softly.
"Great, but... Can you pay me now, please? Your coke is here still..." Curtis gave the vibe that he felt rude, his voice was a little low and quiet.
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Melissa and I was sitting on a high bank overlooking a small river, that ran through the property I had signed the papers on that morning. It was 250 acres of the prettiest land in the county. It had at least 200 acres of timber that was perfect for hunting on and I had caught some huge fish out of the river when I was a kid.
The land had belonged to an old man by the name of Ben. He was a tall man like my dad, 6'5" tall 275 lbs. Mom and dad had bought the land next to his shortly after they got married.
Dad had tried to buy Ben's land for years but Ben never would sell it to him. One day when I was nine or ten, I overheard Ben say to dad, "Now Bob why would I sell land to you, when I plan on leaving the land behind and east of the house to Jim and I plan on leaving my house and the fifty acres from the house to the road to that beautiful daughter of yours."
Trish and I were always over at Ben's house. He taught me how to hunt, fish, and chew tobacco. Even though I had quit chewing years ago, that didn't stop him from offering me a chew when he saw me. He was always over at our house at Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Years. When we had a cookout Ben was always there. If we did something that deserved getting our asses whipped and mom and dad weren't around, he would do it. Then it was forgotten all about and mom and dad would never know about it. Mom and dad felt comfortable enough with Ben that they would leave us with him over night or even several nights. He was more like a grandpa to us than anything else.
I thought Ben was just bull shitting dad about leaving the land to me and Trish. Then when Ben died of cancer a few months ago, Ben's lawyer got in touch with me and Trish and told us we were the only people mentioned in his will.
We always wondered where Ben got his money from. We found out he had made it in the stock market. He left me and Trish a very nice nest egg. When Melissa and I heard he was dying of cancer, we came home to see him.
Ben, Melissa, and I sat on his front porch and talked until almost dark. Ben fell in love with Melissa and he whispered to me that he was leaving me enough to build Melissa a home. I never quite understood what Ben meant until the lawyer had me sign the papers for the stocks to be put in my name. Trish was there to sign for her share also. When I asked the lawyer about Ben's hospital and funeral bill, the lawyer told me that Ben had already made arrangements and his bill's were taken care of.
As we were sitting on the bank, Melissa held onto my arm because she knew that in my mind, Ben, Trish, and I were down on that river just having ourselves a ball and she didn't want to interrupt my fun.
A few minutes later I sighed, looked over at Melissa, put my arm around her, gave her a big kiss, and then I told her I would see how much land dad wanted. Then I would sell the rest after I cut the timber off the land. Melissa looked at me like I had lost my fucking mind. When I asked her what was wrong, she asked me why would I want to do that. She told me that she was tired of living where we lived and wanted to move closer to mom and dad.
Melissa looked at me and told me she loved what she had so far seen of the property. We could build us a home here and after we moved in, we could sell the other house and land. She said that we would plan our wedding for when the contractor would have the new house ready. Then we would spend our first night in the house the night we came back from our honeymoon.
Melissa told me that she would have no problem finding a job or she may even go back to school. I had been telling her that I made more than enough money to support us and if she didn't want too, she didn't have to go back to work.
I leaned down, kissed Melissa hard on the lips, and squeezed her ass as I pulled her to me. When she moaned and sucked lightly on my tongue, I laid her back on the ground. As I was pulling Melissa's pants and panties down, She told me that she had never made love in the woods before. I grinned and told her that today was a great day for her first time.
For some reason we were in a hurry. As I took Melissa's pants off of one leg, she was opening my pants and pulling my cock out. I rolled over on top of Melissa, as she guided my rock hard cock to the opening of her already wet pussy. When I pushed all the way in, Melissa gasped and then wrapped her arms and legs around me. Melissa told me to fuck her fast and make her cum. She then said that she wanted to drink my cum when I was ready to shoot.
There are times when Melissa wants me to go slow and make her cum several times. She wants me to be gentle and treat her like she is a fragile piece of art. She wants me to eat her pussy and slowly bring her to climax. Then there are times that she wants to be treated like a slut. No tenderness, just fuck her hard and fast. When you get ready to cum, grab her by the hair, make her deep throat me and shoot the whole load down her throat.
This was one of those times that Melissa wanted to be treated like a slut. I started fucking her hard and fast. Melissa started cumming almost the second I started pounding into her hot, tight black pussy. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and bit and sucked on my neck. Biting and sucking on my neck, just made me pump my cock harder and faster into her. When I felt myself getting close I yelled, "Oh shit baby, I'm fixing to cum."
I pulled out and by the time I got to my feet, Melissa had made it to her knees. I grabbed her by the back of her head and as soon as I saw my cock enter her mouth, I pushed it all the way in and down her throat.
Melissa gagged a couple of times before she got used to me fucking her face. The gagging caused her throat to massage my cock and it felt wonderful. It didn't take but a few more thrusts and I started shooting my hot cum down her throat.
I pulled my cock out of Melissa's mouth on the third shot and my cum landed on her nose and chin. I don't know why I did that, but I'm so fucking glad I did. My pearly white cum dripping off her black face was sexy as hell.
I moaned and let Melissa put my cock back into her mouth, so she could clean it off. She sucked and licked from the head of my cock to my balls. My knees got so weak that I almost fell on my ass.
When Melissa finished cleaning my cock, she started to wipe my cum off with her fingers and I stopped her. I made her stand up and I leaned down and started licking my cum off her face. Melissa moaned and sucked the cum off my tongue when I stuck it in her mouth, as we kissed.
After we got through kissing we just stood there holding one another. Nothing was really said with our mouths but the way we held on to one another, said all that needed to be said. The way I was holding her was with all the love I had, and by the way she held on to me, I honestly believe she felt the same way.
Dad had dropped us off at Ben's house and when I realized we still had a long hike back to mom and dad's house, I broke the spell by telling Melissa we needed to go. She looked up at me, smiled, and gave me one of her tender kisses that goes straight to my cock. I wanted to lay her down and make love to her again but it would be after dark before we got home if I did that. Instead I backed up, stuffed my hardening cock back into my pants and then finished helping Melissa get dressed.
While we were getting dressed Melissa asked me if we could come back to this spot and make love every now and then. I told her that it would be my pleasure to bring her back here and make love to her again. As we walked home Ii showed her the swimming hole that Ben helped me and Trish clean out. Later we were walking through a field and I thought Melissa was going to shit on herself when we walked into the middle of a covey of quail and they flew up. The fluttering noise they make when they fly up, plus the fact that they're usually all around you, can cause you to go straight to your knees. Melissa almost climbed up on my shoulders.
When we got to where we could see the barn that's behind mom and dad's house, I told Melissa that that old barn was where my high school sweet heart took my virginity. Melissa squeezed my hand and told me that maybe we should go and see if we could find it. I told Melissa that if mom, dad, and Trish ever find out we made love before we told them we had decided to move home, they would disown me again. So if we make love again, they won't just disown me, they will kill the both of us. We both laughed and reluctantly went on to the house.
When we walked in I saw that dad was at the kitchen table. Trish was at the sink washing the dishes that mom and dad had used at lunch and mom was at the stove cooking. mom looked at us and started to scold us for being so late. Instead, when she looked at Melissa and saw the smile on her face, mom smiled and asked us both what was up.
Before I could answer Melissa said, "We want to inform you that we have set the date for our wedding." Mom, dad, and Trish all started trying to talk at the same time. Melissa started laughing and told them to calm down and said, "Jim will tell you when and I'll tell you where the wedding will take place."
I told them that as soon as our new house was built we would get married. They all looked at me kind of funny until I said, "How would you like some new neighbors?"
Mom and Trish ran to Melissa and hugged her and dad came and shook my hand. He then gave Melissa a big hug and kiss.
While Melissa helped Trish set the table for supper, Melissa told us that she wanted to get married where she met me, at our house in Texas, Melissa said that she wanted an outdoor ceremony, with just a few of mine and Melissa's friends and of course our families. We would set the date for when the contractor gave us a sound date of completion.
While we ate supper Melissa, mom, and Trish made wedding plans while dad and I talked about him being my best man. Then Melissa surprised us all when she sat in dad's lap and asked him to walk her down the isle plus be my best man. Dad said that it would be his honor to do that for her, that is if it was alright with mom and Trish. Of course they said it was fine.
After supper, dad and I went to his office that's next to the house and he started sketching a floor plan for the house. Dad is an architect and before we realized it, it was nearly midnight.
When we went into the house, we discovered everybody was in bed. I went to my old bedroom to get undressed and then take a shower. When I walked in, what I saw startled me. Melissa was between Trish's legs. That's not what surprised me though. What surprised me was the fact that Melissa was fucking Trish with a strap on dildo.
Melissa had Trish's long sexy legs over her shoulder and was steadily fucking her. Melissa was leaning over and sucking on Trish's long pink nipples. Trish came twice before I finally moved to start undressing.
When Trish caught my movement she looked right at me. She told me to hurry and get undressed. As soon as I got undressed and crawled in bed, Trish made Melissa get on her back. Trish straddled Melissa's hips and eased her pussy down on the long skinny shaft of the 7" plastic cock. Trish then begged me to fuck her virgin ass while Melissa fucked her pussy.
I told Trish that that would be a little bit too much for her first time. I told her I would be glad to kiss her ass and loosen her up some for my cock while Melissa fucked her instead.
When Trish nodded her approval, I went to my suitcase and got the lubricant that I had used to take Brenda's virginity a few months earlier. I came back to the bed and got behind Trish. I noticed the dildo Melissa was using had a part that was rubbing her clit and going into her pussy. I managed to get my mouth down to her pussy and lick her hole once. When I did that she moaned and pushed her hips hard up into Trish.
I then licked Trish's pussy lips and then her ass. Trish froze and wouldn't move. I had heard her and Melissa kissing, but they stopped when I started kissing and licking Trish's ass. I heard her say, "Oh fuck, he's kissing my ass."
Melissa moaned and said, "I know. Isn't it heaven?"
I started working a finger in Trish's ass to loosen her up. I licked, sucked, and finger fucked her ass while Melissa was fucking her pussy. Trish started screaming that she was cumming and buried her face in Melissa's shoulder. Trish was sobbing when Melissa informed us that she was cumming also. When Melissa did that, I eased a finger in Melissa's ass. Doing that just made her cum harder.
When they quit cumming, I encouraged Trish to roll over on her back and then I propped her ass up on a couple of pillows. I started eating Trish's pussy again and eased two fingers in her ass. Trish's ass was tight and it took some time to loosen her up and make her cum. I pumped her ass faster and faster and was sucking her clit. Trish finally came hard and since I had loosened her up enough to cum, I got the lube and started applying a generous amount to her ass and my rock hard cock.
By now Melissa had recovered and was sucking on Trish's nipples. When I started easing a third finger in Trish's ass and she whimpered, Melissa told her to relax and kissed her. Trish's ass gripped and squeezed my fingers and when Melissa rubbed her clit, Trish came hard again.
I got on my knees and rubbed the head of my cock around the entrance of Trish's ass. When Trish felt it touch her ass, she gasped, and tightened up. Her eye's kept darting back and forth from looking me in the eyes to Melissa's eyes.
Melissa reached down and started rubbing Trish's clit. I kept a small amount of pressure on Trish's ass until she loosened up and the head of my cock slid in. As soon as I saw the head disappear in her ass I stopped. Trish gasped, tightened up and you could see fear in her eyes. Melissa kept lightly rubbing Trish's clit and kept telling her it would start feeling better and that she needed to relax.
When Trish relaxed some, I eased my cock in another inch. Naturally she tightened up again but loosened up quicker this time. When Trish did loosen up, my cock throbbed and Trish gasped and moaned.
Melissa had quit rubbing Trish's clit and Trish took over that job. Melissa got up and started licking and sucking on my my ear lobe and about the time I started to push into Trish's ass, Melissa eased a finger in my ass. I moaned and shoved my cock all the way in Trish. She moaned this time but only tightened up for a second or two.
I looked at Melissa and told her that sticking her finger in my ass was an awesome feeling. I stayed still as she worked another finger in my ass. I couldn't believe Melissa was finger fucking my ass as I was fucking my sister in her ass.
I had started easing my cock in and out of Trish's ass slowly and Melissa started finger fucking me in the ass. Trish started moaning louder, rubbing her clit harder and pumping her hips up to meet my thrusts. When she did this I started fucking her ass faster and harder. Melissa just pushed her fingers in me a little deeper and let me fuck myself on her fingers.
Between the tightness of Trish's ass on my cock, Melissa's fingers in my ass, and the excitement of the whole situation. It wasn't long before I was cumming hard. Trish gasped, moaned, and yelled that she was cumming also. I couldn't hold myself up any longer. As I laid down on top of Trish, I kept throbbing as Ii emptied my balls. She wrapped her extra long legs around my waist so she could try to keep my cock in her ass and whispered in my ear that she could actually feel me cum.
When Melissa started saying she was cumming, I realized her fingers were gone from my ass. I looked around and Melissa was on her back and the strapless dildo was on mom. Mom was fucking Melissa to a powerful orgasm and dad was standing beside the bed as mom was deep throating his long skinny cock. You could tell by the look on dad's face that he was fixing to cum and that mom was cumming by the look on her face. The three of them started cumming at the same time.
Dad pulled his cock out of mom's mouth and shot the last of his cum all over mom's face. When dad finished he surprised me by helping Melissa lick and clean his cum up.
My cock throbbed at the sight of mom, Melissa, and dad. Trish moaned when I did and said that she loved the feeling of my cock throbbing. I pumped my cock and was surprised to find that it was almost hard.
I lowered my head down, kissed Trish, and told her that I figured that was enough for her first time. She grinned and said that there definitely would be many more times. We kissed again and I pumped in and out a few more times and then pulled out and rolled over.
By now mom, dad, and Melissa had separated. I rolled off the bed, grabbed Melissa by the hand, pulled her to her feet and told everybody that we were heading to the shower. we took a nice long shower and relaxed.
When we got back in the bedroom we saw that we were alone. We heard mom and Trish moaning and it wasn't coming from mom and dad's room either. I told Melissa that dad must have been wiped out, so mom and Trish must be entertaining themselves. She grinned and led me to the bed.
Once we laid down, we snuggled and talked about the floor plans dad and I had come up with so far. I asked Melissa if she was sure she wanted to move 500 miles from her family. Melissa turned her head slightly, kissed my chest a couple of times, and then answered me by saying, "Once we are married, you are my family."
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PART FOUR OF FIVE
"Didn't fancy you as a twitcher," the skunk called.
Peregrine looked up. Sitting in the sun on a small hill overlooking part of the creek. Within easy walking distance of where the woods started. Near the barbed wire fence that divided his tiny property from her huge one.
"Mm?" she went, stopping. Standing next to him. "May I sit?" she asked with a bright smile.
The mouse nodded. And went, "Twitcher?"
"I assume that's what you're doing. Twitching.'
"I'm a mouse," he explained. "I always twitch."
A giggle. "No, no ... twitching is another word for birdwatching." She let out a huff as she sat next to him. And then breathed deeply through the nose. Her tail flagged a bit behind her, glinting from the light. All of black and white.
"I was, actually," he confessed, "birdwatching." A quiet pause. "But how'd you know?"
"Field sort of clued me in," she confessed. "Said you liked to do that, and when I went to your house and you weren't there, I ... scanned about. Saw you here out here, and figured that's what you must be doing." A pause and a breath. "Thought I might join you."
Peregrine nodded quietly. Flushing beneath his fur. He certainly had no objections to that.
It was several days after the race. It was into June.
The mouse's nose and whiskers twitched and sniffed. And his ears swivelled. And his tail snaked.
She watched his mousey motions. Her own tail flickering in the breeze. And own ears cocked and listening. But he always looked so much more alive than everything else around him. And the way his eyes always darted.
"How are things," the mouse asked, breaking the silence (which was starting to make him uncomfortable), "back at the mansion?"
"Not a mansion," she said. "You know I don't like calling it a mansion."
"Manor, then," the mouse whispered, smiling. "Aren't you to the manor born?"
"It's a house," she emphasized, smiling back. And she let out a breath. "And things are fine."
"You sure?" he asked.
A quiet nod.
"I just ... we haven't run into each other in a few days. I called, and the rabbit answered the phone."
"Aria."
"Yeah ... she said you were busy."
"I'm twenty-two and I run a grocery empire from my country house," the skunk said quietly. "It takes more effort than you think."
The mouse twitched. "I ... I didn't mean to imply that your job was easy. I mean ... I didn't mean to imply that, just cause you have money, you don't have stress. I didn't ... "
"I know you didn't," she said, reaching a paw out to his. Giving it a squeeze. "It's alright."
"So, it's okay? Everything's okay?"
The skunk hesitated before saying, "Everything's fine."
The mouse nodded quietly.
The breeze ruffled through their fur. Her tail flagged. And his hung like a fishing line.
Audrey looked to the creek. How the surface of the water rippled a bit. Rippled as the breeze blew above it. "Which birds," she whispered, "have you seen so far?"
"Um ... today?"
A nod.
"Um ... well, lots," he said.
"That's not very specific."
"I know," was his response. A pause. "Are you a bird-watcher, too?" he asked.
"No. Don't know anything about birds, really. But ... I do LIKE them. I just don't spend much time watching them. In the city, you don't. You can't, really, even if you wanted to, you know?"
Peregrine nodded at that. "Yeah," he whispered. "I guess."
The skunk fidgeted. "So, what've you seen, then? So far?"
"I saw a kingbird."
"Kingbird?"
"Eastern kingbird. They eat insects and stuff, and they can hover. They're black on one side and have a white chest and belly. It's ... it'll come around before too long, I'm sure. It likes to be near the creek."
"Sounds nice," was the skunk's reply. And a slow, inward breath. And a slow release. "And what else?"
"Well ... yellow warbler. Great blue heron. Northern cardinal. Killdeer."
"I know what a cardinal is," the skunk piped in. "Our state bird, yeah?"
"Yeah. Unmistakable."
"And the heron looks kind of like a pelican?"
"Not really," Peregrine told her. "I mean, maybe, in flight, you might ... mistake it for one. But not if you look for more than a few seconds. They look more like storks or cranes, you know. But they're not. Cause they're herons." A pause. "Actually, I would rather have the great blue heron be our state bird. Like, five other states," he prattled, "have the cardinal as their state bird. Why do we have it, too? It's a lovely bird, but ... I think we should have the heron, you know. I mean, his look, and his poise. But he's a predator," the mouse whispered (as if divulging a secret). "And Indiana's got a lot of mice, so ... I think that's why we stick with the cardinal. I think the heron intimidates furs. But I've been, like, three feet from him before. And he's half as tall as me, and he has this ... this absolutely PIERCING gaze, and this razor-sharp beak. And these stilt legs, and ... "
" ... what does he eat?" Audrey asked, eyes wide. Captivated by the mouse's passion for the subject.
"Well, frogs. Frogs and small fish. He hunts in the creek and in the pond."
"Oh."
The mouse nodded. "I don't know why I like birds so much," he whispered, squinting in the sun. And then pupils dilating as the sun went behind a cloud. "They can fly. I don't know." The mouse shrugged weakly. "I just do," he offered weakly, looking Audrey in the eyes. And then flinching from the eye-lock, and then ... looking away. To his foot-paws. To the grass on the small, gentle hill.
"You're named," she whispered, "after a bird, aren't you. Why?"
"It's silly."
"I'm sure it's not," the skunk whispered tenderly. "Peregrine ... "
"Perry."
"What?" She blinked.
"You don't have to keep calling me Peregrine anymore." A pause. A swallow. "You can call me Perry."
The skunk smiled warmly and nodded slightly. "Perry," she whispered. She liked that.
"But, um ... " The mouse cleared his throat, drawing his legs to his chest. Arms around his legs. Knees bent. "I've got grey fur. When I was little, I had a very steely demeanor. I wasn't all giggles and squeaks like baby mice usually are. I was all scared and silent. I don't know. And, cause of my grey fur ... they said I must have the personality of a falcon. 'He's more a falcon than a mouse. He's sharp and silvery.' I don't know what that means. I mean, the whole thing is just ... random, I guess. I don't know if that's really the reason, or if there really WAS a reason." A pause. "There's a tradition among mice ... to withhold the naming of a child until he can walk. Cause, used to, back when the predators used to hunt and kill us all for sport," the mouse whispered weakly, "the mother mice wouldn't name their children. Cause by naming them, they would get attached. And it would be harder when they died. So, they waited." A breath. "So, my parents waited with me, and ... I watched birds even from an early age. My favorite was the kestrel, which is a TYPE of falcon, so I think that had a lot to do with it, too."
She listened. Ears swiveling.
"But they didn't really wanna name me Kestrel. That's more a femme's name. So, they named me Peregrine." And a breath. "So, it's a whole convoluted thing. It's no one thing."
"Regardless, that's a nice story. And it's a lovely name. A very strong, very masculine name."
The mouse let out a short giggle. "I'm not the most masculine of males, if you haven't noticed. I'm too thin. I'm wispy. I'm ... "
" ... male enough for me," she whispered. Interrupting him.
Peregrine's cheeks burned beneath his fur. He swallowed.
"I mean that," the skunk offered.
"Um ... al-alright," he stammered, unable to look her in the eyes.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she stuttered. "I'm making you uncomfortable?"
"No!" he whispered with insistence. "No." A pause. "I just ... I haven't really felt like this about anyone since ... " He trailed.
"Since your mate died," she whispered for him.
A weak nod.
"I'm sorry."
"No. No, it's okay. I've ... I've had, what, nearly a year to heal? I'm fine."
"Maybe I should give you some space."
"No, please," he begged, with more desperation than he'd realized was there. "Please," he whispered, trying to reign the sound of desperation in.
"I'm not so good at relationships," she confessed, myself.
"I don't understand why you wouldn't be."
"Cause I'm young and rich and ... "
" ... attractive," he whispered honestly. Nodding.
"Well, it's not always that easy. I mean, pieces don't always make a whole puzzle, you know? It's ... I think you know that," she said quietly.
The mouse did. And the mouse nodded.
"These past few weeks, I've, uh, grown very fond of you. You know? I ... I wish we could see more of each other. I mean ... " The skunk let out a breath. Shut her eyes. Shook her head. "I should get going."
"What?"
"I have a meeting soon."
"A meeting?"
"On the phone."
"Oh."
"We'll see each other later, yeah? Or tomorrow? Or something?" she said.
"Or something," the mouse echoed shyly, nodding.
"Alright." She took a deep breath and stood. "I'd love to hear more about birdwatching. I'd love to go twitching," she confessed, "with you sometime."
"Cause mice are just so suited for twitching," Peregrine supplied for her.
"That's true, but ... " The skunk hesitated before saying what followed. But she felt, today, right now, that something was brewing between them. And she felt bold enough, suddenly, to say, " ... it's not the birds I'm wanting to watch, really." Her voice was at a feminine whisper. And she bit her lip. And gave a tiny paw-wave, mouthing, "Bye."
"Bye," he mouthed back, throat dry. And it must've been a minute, he felt, before he blinked OR breathed. And, by that time, she was already on the other side of the barbed wire fence. Walking back to the big, white house.
And Peregrine sighed. Eying his small, simple house (with its four rooms). On the other side of the creek. And he gave up on birdwatching for now. Instead, padding back to his house. To have a lie down. To gain his composure.
To maybe dream some good dreams.
And to figure out if these feelings were more than just whims. | Let's Go Twitching by Squirrel | [
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A brief note from the author: Hey there everyone. It's been along time since I've posted anything at all. For the people who emailed me asking for more, sorry it took so long. Also sorry that this doesn't really classify as ''more'', seeing how this is a new story series. My bad. I'll actually finish this one.
I've had the worst case of writers block these past six months which I've finally been able to break out of today with this story. This first chapter is only roughly 4 pages long. Sorry 'bout that. Next chapter will be longer I promise.
Anywho, enjoy!
I was all alone. This apartment on the fringes of what might be called civilization by some, this crooked neighborhood full of the worst kind of tyrants... and me with no money and no idea how I'm going to change things. This apartment I live in is an ancient relic from the old world, a world of discrimination, of crushed hopes and the people who try to pick up the pieces. In other words the same type of world that exists today.
This place is my home hah... if you could call it that; full of dust and mold. The colors are all faded, hell, even my fur is beginning to lack color... a sign of the harsh times that I'm having to endure. The only food in this entire place, which by the way is a one bedroom unit (there all one bedroom units), is a stack of frozen pizzas, quite obviously in the freezer.
I looked over to the window from where I was sitting at the kitchen table; looked through the darkness, both in my apartment and outside. Shots rang out, gun shots, and the wind almost symbolic in it's timing seemed to howl suddenly. I got up and looked from my balcony. The night air was hot and humid. I looked down towards the street light, the only one that's viewable from where I am. Below it was a pool of blood and a man frantically searching for the victims wallet.
I thought to myself, ''it's pretty bad when you can shoot a man in plain site and get away with it... no... to show no fear of being caught. As I stood there I cried for that man who had to die for a few bucks... atleast that's what I was doing at first, but then the tears of sadness for that man's plight turned inward to my own despair. I slumped over and put my hand against my forehead, looking at the 2x4s on which I stood. I had seen enough.
''What am I going to do?'' I'm not a religious wolf, but I prayed... I prayed because I had nothing else. I knew in my heart that it wouldn't matter, but I had to do something. This world was tearing itself apart... the human's couldn't even get along with their own kind. What did I do to deserve this life, especially when things were going so well for me until a few years ago. With nothing left to do, I cried myself to sleep.
STANDING OUT: AIDEN'S STORY By M. Hibbard (aka Aerak Wolfwood)
Chapter One - The Beginning
A man taught me something once, and before you bother asking who he was, he was a lot of things... the human who decided to look after me in my early teens. Yes, it's definitely not the usually for a furry, but this man was different.
When I was 12 I think, I was with my parents at a mall.. I don't remember which one and it isn't important to the story anyway. But what is important is that we were at a videogame store getting me a gameboy game. As we walked out the exit of the story, the invisible line that separated it from the rest of the mall, the security system sounded. The people turned into a mob, automatically assuming that my parents had stolen something, and they decided to take the situation into their own hands. I got pushed away from them, and I remember the shear terror of the moment and feeling like everyone suddenly became a monster. Even the woman were acting out, something which surprises me looking back, given that woman are usually less prone to anger than men. My parents were knocked off their feet and slammed against the tile floor. A young man in his early twenties saw what was going on as he was walking by the store and decided to act. He darted out infront of my parents, forming a divider between them and the mob.
''What the hell are you all doing... have you lost your minds? Is this how you'd treat a human? And what of this little one'', he said as he pointed to me, ''can't you see how frightened he is... he didn't do anything to deserve this''.
His name was Peter McKellen. He was 19 at the time. After the incident we all became very close... he ended up becoming part of our family. My parents would sometimes be gone for weeks at a time with their jobs. My father was an engineer for IBM. My mother was a fashion designer. They were very lucky as far as most furry's go... yes, they were quite priviledged to have been given so many opportunities in their lives. While they were gone they charged Peter with looking after me. Growing up he was like an older brother to me; the kind who you get along with and have fun with ofcourse. He taught me to be tolerant of others, no matter what their beliefs or views on the world were. And as I found out from him when I was 17, it was okay if you were of another sexual orientation.
We were camping that night at a state park that wasn't too far away from where my parents lived. It was just the two of us there that night. As we sat pressed up against a giant rock, in the field looking up at the stars, I began to get a little chilled. Peter must've noticed this because he inched towards me and put his arm around me.
I chuckled and said to him, ''this is pretty gay''... I was only being silly. Peter smiled at me and with his other hand began to rub my chest through my shirt.
''Well, it's a good thing I am then'', he said calmly. My breathing began to speed up as the hand against my chest went down and under my shirt, pressed up against my slender stomach. His fingers pressed into my fur... they were cold, afterall, he was only wearing a t-shirt and kackis. He closed his eyes and his smile grew wider. ''Your fur's so warm'', he said to me softly. What he said next surprised me: ''I know the feelings you have for me deep inside, Aiden. You don't have to be afraid, for I also share them towards you''. My eyes began to tear up and I looked away from him, biting my lower lip for a moment and then turning back where my eyes met his.
''How did you know'', I asked with a sniffle. He embraced me softly... it was the first time that anyone had held me like that. I slowly and timidly reached my arms around him and returned the embrace, resting my cheek against his shoulder. He spoke softly, his voice full of emotion.
''Hey, I've known you since you were 17, remember?''
As the night went on the air began increasingly chilly. But we were both okay. Peter had a few blankets in the back of his car which he decided to get out, and then we snuggled together and he told me stories about the constellations that he'd been taught as a child. That night the stars shined for us, or atleast it appeared that way to me. For the first time in my life, and quite unexpectedly aswell, I felt complete. I couldn't believe what I had been missing. And as the night went on, after the stories were through, I rolled onto my side and rested my head against Peter's shoulder. I remember him putting his arm around me... his other arm reached over so that he could softly run his fingers through my headfur.
''You're so warm Aiden'', he paused and smiled lightly, rubbing his cheek against the top of my head. ''I wish I had fur like yours''.
I closed my eyes and yawned, ''Don't worry...hon'', the word felt very strange as I used it for the first time, and yet that word alone made me giggle slightly. ''You don't need fur. Whenever you're cold, just let me know and I'll keep you warm'' I could feel him grin against the top of my head.
''Thank you wuffy, though that's not entirely what I meant''.
I lifted my head and looked at him. ''What is it then?'' He sat up and sighed lightly and for some reason I felt compelled to wrap my arm around him.
''It's just... naw... you'll just think I'm crazy''.
The paw on his shoulder migrated to the back of his head, and I slowly leaned my head in and kissed him softly, breaking the kiss I looked into his eyes and rested my paw against his cheek. ''No I won't'', I said softly and in as caring a tone as I could. He leaned in and I wrapped my arms around him, letting his cheek rest against my shoulder as he had done for me earlier. I could tell that whatever he was about to tell me was very important to him, something that he probably hadn't told anyone. And after a moment of peaceful silence, he spoke.
''Ever since I can remember I've felt out of place with other's like me. Humanity is like a tree with it's many different people being like different branches. I see so much violence and fighting between them'', he paused, ''can't they see that they're all parts of the same thing?''. Once again he paused, yet only briefly, ''And yet I feel disconnected from them. When I'm with you and your family, with furries, everything seems so familiar, and when I touch your fur I can almost faintly remember what it feels like to be covered in it. I wish I was furry, that is my strongest desire... no... my second strongest.
He leaned back a bit and looked into my eyes. I could now see that his eyes were quite watery. He pressed his palms softly against my cheeks. ''My biggest desire is to be with you''. Those words made my eyes instantly begin to tear, and he leaned his head forward and our lips met, and stayed together for a long time.
I could feel his hands shift position now, where one was pressed against the back of my head, and the other was firmly traveling down my back. I could feel his tongue begin to invade my mouth and I gasped slightly out of surprise, especially since at the very same time I felt his hand travel under my pants where his gripped my butt tightly. The feeling was very new to me, myself being a virgin at that point. I pushed forward, pushing him onto his back, where I lifted up his shirt and pulled it over his head and then slowly licked from his bellybutton to his chest, up along the side of his neck, which gave him goosebumps.
I began to suck and nibble on his neck, causing him to moan loudly. As I was doing this I slowly lowered myself so that I was sitting on his crouch. My butt pressed against his rock hard member that was hiding within his pants. I grinned, also noticing that I had slipped out of my sheath; all the pre from my pertruding member beginning to make my boxers damp. I pulled my head away from his neck, sitting straight up, enjoying the feel of my rump grinding against that large bulge in his pants.
His hands quickly began undoing my pants. He undid the button and then quickly pulled them and my boxers down around my ankles, eager to get at my wolfhood that was only half erect but was already almost 5 inches long. I moved back slightly so that I was now over his thighs were I undid the fly of his pants. Bringing my muzzle down I slowly enhaled his musk, the smell arousing me even more. I pressed the tip of my muzzle against the slit of his pants, and let my tongue invade and move past the slit in his boxers, finding his member waiting for me, I licked along it's length, causing Peter to tilt his head back and moan loudly.
I then pulled away and tugged his pants down. By this time my wolfhood was fully erect and I pressed it against his member, firmly gripping them both in my paw. His cock was only a few inches shorter than mine, a pretty good size considering he was human.
Peter chuckled looking at our members pressed against one another. ''We're pretty different from eachother''.
I giggled, ''But I'm guessing they work pretty much the same''.
And with that I began stroking both of our members together. My other paw pressed against Peter's chest where I pinched his nipple inbetween my claws; his hand gripping the wrist of that paw tightly. My wolfhood was continually leaking which served as a natural lubricant; the access dripping onto Peter's stomach. He was very close to going over the edge, and so was I.
My knot began to grow where it pressed firmly against Pete's balls. His breathing began to quicken, and I gripped our members even tighter as my orgasm neared. Finally Peter climaxed, panting and moaning deeply as he through his head back. Cum shot out and onto his chest, and it was then that I hit my own climax. I howled loudly and spilled my seed all over him. About thirty seconds later, after I had regained myself, I smiled at him and licked his forehead, then I collapsed beside him and rubbed his cheek with the back of my paw.
''Sorry for the mess''.
He laughed and then kissed me softly. ''It's okay. You won't find me complaining''.
He shivered as a cold breeze caught him offguard. I picked up my shirt and quickly wiped him off so he wouldn't be as cold.
''Hey, don't you need that'', he asked.
''I'm covered in fur, remember? I'll be fine..'', I paused for a minute as I looked into my lover's eyes ''.. I have you afterall''.
With that we smiled at eachother and I snuggled up against Peter once again. He pulled the blanket back over us and very soon he fell asleep. I stayed awake a little while longer though, looking up at the full moon and contemplating how much had changed in such a short period of time. I looked rubbed my cheek against Peter, and for the first time I didn't second guess or try to hide my feelings.
''Sweet dreams, hon'', I said in a soft voice. ''I love you''
End of Chapter 1
What will become of Peter and Aiden? What happened to screw Aiden's life up so much and will he be able to break free? These are all good questions. Find out whenever I get around to writing the next chapter! | Standing Out: Aiden's Story - Chapter 1 by Aerak | [
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Elissa and Jessy were huddled close together on the couch, watching their favorite movie, "Notting Hill". Both of the girls had huge crushes on Hugh Grant, they'd also just watched "Love Actually" and "Four Weddings and A Funeral."
As it was such a warm day, both girls had opted to dress casually, wearing loose-fitting halter tops, braless, and tight denim shorts. Elissa loved the feeling of the shorts rubbing against her pussy, so she wore no underwear, Jessy wore the tiniest red lace thong. The pair had spent the day drinking wine coolers, eating pizza and just having a fun visit.
Elissa and Jessy were cousins, but looked more like identical twins. There was a simple reason for that, their moms were identical twins, their dads were brothers. Unless you looked real, real hard, it was hard to tell them apart. Both girls had long, blonde hair, were tanned from being sun-worshippers and had light, beautiful blue eyes. There legs were long and sleek, with beautifully tapered calves, they exuded sexuality.
"Oh Liss, I'm so glad your mom let you come for a visit!" Jessy said, giving her cousin a huge bear hug.
"Oh Jess, me too!" Elissa said. "Pity about what's going on with your dad and Mom."
Jessy's father, Jamie, had been offered a once-in-a-lifetime job as an Art Director for a high-end magazine and he knew he'd be a damned fool to turn it down. Jessie's mom, Claudia, informed her husband that she had no intention of leaving the area she'd grown up in. They argued, they fought, there was no resolution, so Claudia and Jamie split amicably. Jessy opting to move with her father to the much larger area and considerably warmer climate.
"Yeah, poor Daddy!" Jessy sighed. "I know he hates the breakup with Mom, he's still not seeing anyone."
"So, Uncle Jamie's not getting laid?" Elissa retorted with a wry smile. "That's a fucking shame Jess, your Dad's a stud!"
"Elissa!"
"Oh, admit it girl, you know he is. He still works out, he's got that slightly-greying hair and those yummy eyes. Hell, I'd fuck him. Most girls I know would too!"
Jessy smiled at her cousin and stuck out her tongue. "You'd fuck almost anyone!"
Elissa looked over at Jessy invitingly. "Well, you know I'd fuck YOU." The girls leaned in to each other and shared a deep, loving kiss, tongues twining sensually together.
Elissa took Jessy's hand and the two went upstairs to Jessy's plush bedroom. She undressed her pretty cousin quickly, which was easy, as Jessy was as eager for some cousinly-loving as she was. Lissa removed her tight little shorts and halter, baring her tanned body to her equally-horny cousin and joined her on the bed.
Jessy reached out, skimming her fingers over Elissa's beautiful, tanned skin. "God, you're so beautiful!" she sighed, kissing one erect, tiny nipple.
"Mmm, that's good. But we're look-alikes, so you're beautiful too" Elissa cooed as she ran her fingers through her cousin's silky blonde hair and stroked behind her ears. It was one of Jessy's favorite places to be touched, a secrets the cousinly lovers shared.
From the very first time they had played, over a year ago, the pair seemed to be able to sense what the other wanted, needed, desired. Jessy and Elissa moved into a quick sixty-nine and began feasting on each other's cunts, glad they had the house to themselves for a few hours more. The two nineteen-year olds were not quiet when they came and both of them were at the height of their passions.
Sweet pink tongues drilled and licked into wet pussies, their hands played with each other's bodies. Elissa knew how much Jessy liked having her asshole licked and teased, the kinkiness and dirtiness of it turned the little slut on. So, Elissa tongued and flicked Jessy from pussy to ass, hearing her cousin moan and coo in pleasure. In turn, Jessy knew that her gorgeous blonde cousin liked having her thighs nuzzled and her clitty stimulated, so she focused all her attention between her lesbian lover's legs. Jessy was a shark when it came to eating pussy, always the more aggressive of the duo. Within a few minutes, the girls were panting, heaving, overcome with orgasms.
Snuggling together, the girls touched and enjoyed lots of afterplay. These were their favorite times, when they could play and make love, it wasn't going to be fun being separated, living in different areas. Then, Elissa had a lewd, fun thought enter her mind.
"Hey Jess, I have a kinky idea."
"Mmmm, and you know how much I love your kinky ideas." Jessy said, practically purring as she caressed her cousin's tanned skin and twirled her fingers idly in Elissa's long, blonde hair.
"Okay, ummm, this one is pretty radical. Here goes. Jessy, why don't I fuck your dad?"
"Okay, you are officially out of your fucking mind."
"No, really, think about it! I'm young, hot and blonde. God knows, I'm a great fuck ... " Jessy nodded and giggled at her cousin " ... and I've always wanted to screw Uncle Jamie, ya know? I'm gonna be here for a few weeks, why not jump his bones and give him what he needs? Besides, I know YOU won't tell."
"Umm – because he's family and ... "
"Oh jeez, we fuck and WE'RE family."
"We're girls and can't get preggers."
"Hell Jess, my Mom's fucked him."
"WHAT?"
"Yeah, you know she and Aunt Claudia used to play that game all the time. So, one time, she went over to your dad's place, pretended to be your mom and fucked your dad. She told me about it on New Years, when she was a bit blotto. Oh, and she says Uncle Jamie's a great lay."
"Wow. What did my mom say about that?"
"She said it was her turn now and she fucked my daddy!"
"Oh, fuck, that's so cool."
"Yeah. And then they fucked each other!"
"No way! Our moms did each other?"
"Yeah, and I think they might still, sometimes. My mom's pretty open, sexually."
What Elissa wasn't going to tell her cousin, not just yet, was how she had discovered all this information. On New Year's Eve, her father already crashed, Elissa had made a none-too-subtle pass at her mother, just being silly. To her great surprise, her mother Brenda had kissed her softly on the lips and said "You sure, baby?"
Elissa, still in shock, merely nodded. Her mother took her hand and led her to the bedroom she shared with Elissa's father, who was passed out on the downstairs couch.
"I've been considering making a pass at YOU baby, so I'm glad we're going to do this. Do you really want to see me naked?"
"Oh, yes Mom, please. You're so beautiful."
Of that, there was no doubt. Nearing forty, Brenda still had skin like butter, coppery and beautiful, with ash blonde hair that she wore long, nearing her ass. She moved towards her daughter, took Elissa's hands and placed them on her hands, through the black satin evening dress she had been wearing.
"Oooh Mom, you have such yummy tits!"
"Squeeze them baby, that's right, oh, you have a nice touch. Play with Mommy's tits, oh, just like that. Yeah baby, we can have some fun, your father won't be waking up any time soon!"
Still slightly tipsy, Brenda sat down on the bed, seeing her daughter's admiring gaze. She grinned.
"Your Aunt Claudia looks at me the same way."
"Mom! You and Aunt Claudia?"
Brenda giggled. "Why not, baby? My sister and I love each other, taking care of each other when our boyfriends couldn't seemed only natural. And boy, oh boy, can your auntie eat cunt!"
Elissa knew part of the reason for her mother's lascivious behavior was she was smashed, but she didn't care, she found this incredibly arousing. Watching her mother remove the sexy evening gown, she stopped her.
"Mom, please – for me – leave on the stockings and the sexy heels?"
"Mmm, I like a girl who knows what she likes!" Brenda purred, leaning in and kissing her daughter. Her lips barely brushed Elissa's, but the shock that went between them was immediate and palpable.
"You have great legs, Mom. I love your legs." To prove her point, Elissa ran her hand caressingly up her mother's long, tapered legs. "And I love these shoes!"
"You bought them for me, remember?"
"Oh, yeahhhh!" Elissa said dreamily. "Maybe I had an ulterior motive?"
Brenda giggled and reached out and touched Elissa. "Your outfit is very sexy too baby, the men couldn't keep their eyes off of you. Even your daddy noticed."
"Really?"
"Mmm-hmm."
Elissa had dressed in a tight, candy-pink PVC skirt that was scandalously short, wearing just a matching pink thong and pink stilettos. With her tanned complexion and toned body, she knew she looked scrumptious, which, of course, had been her intention.
"Wanna watch me take this off, Mom?" Brenda licked her lips and nodded.
It would have been simple to get out of the slinky outfit quickly, but Elissa wanted to put on a bit of a show. She wriggled and danced, her body aching for her mother's touch. This would be the sluttiest, most perverted, kinkiest thing she had ever done, girl-fucking her mom. And she couldn't wait!
Now naked, she crawled towards Brenda on the bed, Brenda meeting her in the middle. Their second kiss was not gentle at all, it was urgent, needy, seeking. They tumbled together, legs entwined, hands roaming everywhere, fondling, touching.
"Oh fucking Jesus, you're good!" Brenda moaned as her daughter moved down towards her heated pussy. She kept herself totally shaved, which delighted her daughter. Elissa plunged her face deeply into her mother's slick mound and began to lap her eagerly.
Brenda cried out loudly at the first touch of her child's lips on her pussy-lips, loving every second of this. What a way to start the New Year, she giggled to herself. Elissa was really going to town on her pussy, but her hands weren't neglecting the other parts of Brenda's supple flesh.
Elissa was thrilled to be caressing and stroking her mother's slim, long legs, she'd had a few perverted thoughts in that area from time to time, now she was free to indulge them. In turn, Brenda was free to slake the lust she felt for her beautiful young daughter's nubile form.
"Let's shift around baby, Mommy wants to taste your cunt too!' Brenda purred throatily. Elissa was no fool, her mother was evidently a creature of great sexual passion, so they lay down side by side, sweetly feasting on each other's hot pussies.
Hungrily, noisily, the sensual mother and the nubile teen licked and feasted, nibbled and nipped, each hungry for what the other had to give. Neither one cared if this was wrong, neither one believed any form of loving was wrong, knowing this had deepened their love for each other. Brenda's tongue supped on the pinkness of Elissa's pussy and she was in heaven. Elissa's hands and mouth dined on her mother's thighs and muff and knew only bliss.
The two women kept at it for hours, it was nearly dawn before they stopped. They showered together, Elissa taking in every contour of her mother's sensual form while her mother gazed at her sleek form with undisguised admiration. Drying each other off, they kissed and snuggled back in the bed.
"Your father CANNOT know of this."
"Okay Mom, I kinda figured that."
"Just like I've kept your little flings with Jessy from him."
"Fuck Mom, you knew? Why didn't you say something?"
"Well, if this little night hadn't happened, I might have. You're young baby, you should be having fun, experimenting. Just be careful, okay?" She nipped her daughter's little pink nipple. "I know you're planning to visit Jessy in a few months and I want you to have lots of fun on your visit. Maybe you can convince Jessy to come home and pay US a visit?" Brenda said, with a raised eyebrow.
Her memory faded out as her cousin shook her and brought her back to the here and now. "Oh man `Liss, this is a lot to take in. You really wanna fuck my daddy?" Jessy asked.
"Damn Jess, just touch me and see how wet the idea makes me."
Jessy did just that, her lover-cousin was indeed soaked. Within a few seconds, they were making out, playing again, fucking each other hard. Elissa had brought a big dildo with her, in her travel bag, her mom had given it to her and said "Screw her senseless, baby." Elissa was intent on doing just that.
They showered together later, Elissa having become quite fond of having someone to shower with. While Elissa was devouring her pussy again, Jessy finally gave her consent. What she said with a very naughty smile made Elissa smile too.
"All right `Liss, you can screw my daddy, but I have to hear all the details."
Elissa nodded, with an grin that was positively evil.
Later that night, when it was dark and Jessy was supposedly asleep, Elissa tiptoed quietly into her uncle's room. Uncle Jamie had kicked off the covers, as it was rather warm, and was lying there, naked. Elissa put her hand to her mouth to stifle any noises she might make.
"Fuck, Mom was right, he's hung like an ox!" Elissa thought to herself. She moved to the bed, gently. She didn't want to wake Jamie up, not quite yet. She ran her slender hand gently over his chest, his forearms, his strong legs. Elissa then weighed his cock and balls in her hand, and slid her mouth over that beautiful, thick shaft. She wasn't a quiet cocksucker, her uncle woke within minutes.
"Jesus Christ, Jessy!" her uncle cried in panic, not recognizing her at first.
"No, no, Uncle Jamie, it's me, Elissa!" she cooed. Cool as a cucumber, Elissa then calmly began to blow him again.
"Elissa shit baby, that feels good Fuck, what am I saying? No, you have to stop!"
"Nuh-uh!" the nineteen-year old said, still sucking avidly. "You're way too hard and I'm just way too horny!"
Jamie scowled a bit, but his sexy blonde niece was an amazingly talented little cocksucker and he was hornier than hell. It had been months since he'd been laid, there was simply no one who compared with Claudia. Elissa was young, but legally an adult, so why the hell not?
"Swing around sweetie, let me eat your pretty pussy!" Jamie said. His niece gave an excited squeal and moved into a sixty-nine with her uncle. The leggy blonde teenager sucked and bobbed her head up and down on his shaft, his tongue swabbed over her cunt, tasting, feasting on one of the sweetest pussies he'd known in a long, long time. Consequences be damned, she was a wild little thing and now Jamie was ecstatic that Elissa had decided to pay them a visit.
Elissa and her uncle were too horny for a lot of foreplay, so when Elissa wiggled her tempting ass at him, he moved behind her and slid, hard and ready, into his niece's tight pussy. Dear God, she was tight and hot and it was taking all his self-control not to cum in her sweet pussy. Jamie fucked her with deep, long strokes, she slammed her ass back at him, matching his ever move. The little fucknymph was one of the greatest lays he'd ever known, almost matching her Aunt Claudia.
"Awww shit, good, such a good fuck!" Elissa mewled as her Uncle Jamie screwed her hard. His cock was thicker, hotter, stronger than she had thought it would be. Within minutes, the sensual teen was cumming gangbusters, flooding the sheets with her pussy juices.
This went on for the next three nights.
Every night, Elissa would wait until her cousin was sleeping and join her uncle for their illicit rendezvous. Jamie was a wonderful lover, he was up for nearly anything the horny teen suggested.
The first night, she wanted to be fucked like a bitch in heat, so she got fucked doggie, his meaty cock ramming in and out of her while he practically mauled her delicate, sweet tits. She loved every second of it, screaming like a banshee while she took all her horny relative could give her.
On the following evening, Elissa rode him frontwards and backwards, she corkscrewed her tight little pussy around his dick and hunched, bucked, writhed and demanded more. She had practically drained his cock and balls by the time they were finished, but she didn't hear any complaints from him.
The third night, Jamie even screwed her silky little pussy while she stood braced against the wall. It wasn't easy to stand, his cock moving in and out felt so good and her pussy was aching with want, but she was determined to be one of the most memorable fucks her Uncle Jamie had ever known.
On the third evening, when Elissa returned, exhausted from the hard fucking her uncle had given her, the light on the nightstand beside her bed clicked on. Her adorable blonde cousin Jessy was grinning at her.
"I guess you've been having fun, huh `Lissa?" Jessy grinned at her.
"Ohhh Goddamm Jess, am I EVER! Your dad, he's a great fuck! He's practically a stud bull and he never wears out and ... "
"I know dammit, I can hear you, you two aren't exactly quiet. It's getting me horny as hell."
"Well baby, let me join you on your bed and I think we both can do something about that."
Elissa moved over and joined Jessy on her bed. Lying down on their sides, the girls moved into a sensual, easy sixty-nine, hands caressing, as face-to-pussy and pussy-to-face, they licked and probed each other's bodies. They were so into their mutual pleasure, Elissa forgot momentarily that her pussy was full her uncle's cum. She could feel Jessy's talented, eager tongue slithering into her hole and sucking her dry, probing her deeply. Elissa's next thought was "Fuck It!" and she continued to eat Jessy's pussy.
Finishing shortly after, Jessy said "Oooh, I know what we just did was so naughty, but oooh, Daddy's cum is sooo tasty!"
Elissa smiled her most-wicked smile. "Well, next time, why don't you get it from the source?"
Jessy's eyes went wide. "Oh God, no! I couldn't, that'd be incest, he's my ... "
"Yeah, he's your father, he's my uncle, you're my cousin, who gives a shit? He's fixed Jess, you can't get preggers, and you really need a good fucking!"
That much was true, Jessy hadn't had a boyfriend in months and was horny as hell for a good, stiff cock. "Okay, but we don't sound the same, won't he get wise?"
Elissa giggled. "I've actually thought about this, Jess. Tomorrow, I'll tell him I have a touch of laryngitis, he won't get wise. Then you go in there and get a good taste of Daddy-cock! Besides, he gets so horny, I don't think he'd notice very much of anything!" Elissa could see her cousin's nipples stiffen at the lewd suggestion, Jessy nodded in agreement.
Jessy went through the next day terrified, afraid she'd do something to give their plan away. From moment to moment, the young blonde reconsidered if she would go through with it. It was when she saw Elissa talking with her father privately, then winking a quick acknowledgement to her, Jessy knew she was going to do it – she was going to fuck her very own daddy!
The day seemed to drag on forever, but that night, dressed in a sexy gray negligee, Jessy entered her father's room. He growled as she entered the room.
"Hell, Elissa baby, you look good enough to eat!" he grinned.
Jessy smiled, lifted the negligee up and pulled the tiny, matching thong to one side as she stood by the side of the bed. Instantly, she felt Jamie's tongue delve deep into the recesses of her cunt. Her knees almost gave away, he was a masterful pussy-eater, almost as good as Elissa. His tongue swirled all over her pussy, she had to make him stop or she'd climax wayyy too fast. She pushed him away, raised her arms above her head and removed the negligee. Clad only in silver heels she'd borrowed from Elissa, she joined her father on the bed, the moonlight the only lighting in the room. It reflected off her blonde hair, she knew she looked good, because she saw her own beauty reflected in Elissa all the time.
Moving towards her father, Jessy took his cock in her mouth and began to taste it. Lissa had instructed her in what Jamie liked, so she slithered her tongue all the way to her dad's meaty balls and back again, twirling her tongue around the crown, then engulfing it. A groan from Jamie let her know she was doing it right, so she squeezed his balls and continued to deep-throat her father.
Jessy took her time, she wasn't in a hurry. Jessy was loving the taste, the feel, the intensity of having her daddy's shaft in her cocksucking lips. She looked up at him, Elissa was right, he was so studly, she couldn't wait to fuck her Daddy. She made little murmurs as she blew him, but was meticulous about not speaking and ruining the illusion that he was with Elissa.
"Oh Christ, Elissa honey, you're amazing!" he groaned as she sucked his cock. "Baby, I think you're even better sucking me tonight, slow down baby, I don't want to cum just yet!" Jessy grinned inwardly, somehow knowing she was better at giving a blowjob than her cousin turned her on.
"I've got to fuck you again babydoll, I've got to put my cock in that sweet blonde cunt of yours!" Jamie snarled as his daughter descended over his cock, facing away from him. Oooh, he felt so good, ohhh, so thick in her tight, neglected, needy pussy. Jessy rocked herself up and down and felt her father's strong, yet gentle hands mauling her tiny, perfect tits. She squealed despite herself as Jamie pinched her nipples, her ass bouncing up and down rhythmically as she was finally, happily, fucking her beloved daddy.
Jamie was fucking her now, the rhythm of his strokes changing from moment to moment, At times, he'd just glide into her, moving with gentle, slow motions. Then, he would increase the tempo, fucking the hell out of Jessy, it was taking all of her self-control not to scream out with bliss.
Jessy wanted to scream out, she wanted her sweet cousin to hear them fucking, she wanted Elissa to know she had been right, fucking her daddy was the ultimate thrill. "Fuck me, fuck me, OH GOD, FUCK ME!!" she yelled, losing control and hoping he didn't hear her screams over the slapping of their bodies and the creaking of the bed beneath them.
Jessy glanced over at the clock radio, they'd been fucking for well over an hour, but she would have happily gone on all night, Jamie was that good. But she could feel his cock pulsate and jerk, letting a thick load of hot cum loose deep inside her hungry pussy. She moved away and managed to snare a few stray drops from his dick, hungry for more, she scooped a bit from her pussy and licked her fingers clean. Her father stared and smiled at her lewd act, she grinned back. "Musn't be greedy ... " she thought to herself " ... gotta save some for `Lissa."
Jessy stopped panting after a few minutes and kissed her father softly, getting off the bed. She put her nightie back on and was at the doorway when Jamie said "Now, if you like, you can send Elissa in."
She whirled around, the shock evident on her face. "Daddy? Did you know it was me all along?"
Jamie chuckled. "Not at first, baby. But when you started riding me, I could tell. For one thing, Elissa doesn't have that cute little mole on her tush like you do. She also prefers it doggie-style. And then when you yelled out, there was no doubt left in my mind."
"You did hear me then?" Jessy sighed wistfully.
"They probably heard you next door."
Despite the craziness of the situation, Jessy laughed and walked back to the bed. She sat beside her father, who cuddled her close and kissed her sweet, smiling face. He fondled on of her sweet, delicate breasts and spoke again. "Then, when I was certain it was you, sweetie, I couldn't have stopped – and I wouldn't have. Hell baby, you're a terrific fuck!"
"So are you, Daddy dear!" Jessy beamed, stroking his chest and noticing his cock still twitched when she touched him. "Maybe next time, we should consider inviting Elissa to join in? I'm pretty sure that the two of us can blow your mind."
Standing in the doorway, a grinning Elissa said "Great idea lovers, and there's no time like the present."
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Drake looked up from his reading as he heard the wind rustle the window curtains. they were coming back. setting his quill aside and closing the huge leatherbound book, he got up from the table and slipped on his robe. the candle light flickered on his lean 17 year old body, his dark brown hair rustling. stepping into the corridor, he looked out the main window with his reddish brown eyes. there they were, just above the horizon.
the three dragons alighted in the courtyard. they put down their bundles and stretched their tired wings. they each had an elongated body and long neck and tail. their wings extended from their arms but they had useable three digit hands at the tips. the eldest was Ceres. she had Aqua blue feathers with white underbody and white on wing tips. her eyes were Sea green, and she bore a mane/crest jutting back around her wedge shaped head. She had a crest of white feathers down the end of her tail, and a slender tapered beak like muzzle. She breathed deep, swelling her ample breast with a white ruff of feathers covering much of the cleavage. "a good raid sisters, well done." Leigh, the dragoness next to her, scoffed. the setting sun shone on her Red colored hide with the jagged light purple stripe pattern down her back, and her arrow shaped tail-tip. her yellow eyes glinted, long horns jutting back behind her angular head and muzzle. her smile was twisted slightly by the scars over her left eye, nose, chest and back. she crossed her wing arms over her large ample breast. "bah, i still say we should have killed them. you know the humans are our enemies" Chandi the youngest hung back a little uncertainly. her scales were Butterscotch, amber and orange cream colored with slightly lighter tone under her body and light brown stripes down her back. her tail bore a spade shaped bulb at the end. her red eyes looked uncertain, short twin horns jutting back behind her tapered wedge shaped skull and a slender tapered muzzle with razor sharp teeth. her wings fluttered a little over her pert and not too small breast. "i hate to argue sister but they didn't hurt us. its a shame we have to steal from them." Leigh snarled, "they took our land and now they hunt us down, none of them are any good." Ceres cleared her throat as she looked up at the abbey windows. "all of them?" she said calmly and Leigh followed her gaze. "humph you and your pet. nothing but a waste of food keeping him around." Chandi shook her head. "i think he's nice and he does help us." Ceres thumped her tail sharply on the cobbles."enough arguing, lets get this inside before dark." the trio gathered up the plunder and entered the abbey proper.
Drake brought in the try and Ceres looked up. " i have dinner for you." she smiled softly. "thank you, put it on the table." he put it down and stood by the elder dragon. "was it hard this time?" she nodded her head sadly and gently lay a claw on his shoulder. "you're so observant." she sighed. "we have to leave this place soon. i have learned of some dragons up north, were the humans have not come yet. and we cant keep raiding this way. it's too dangerous and not fair to those who work hard for their goods." Drake hugged her and she smiled.
Drake looked out over the valley from the hight window. he felt so conflicted. they were different true, and yet...they had raised him, ever since they had rescued him as an infant from the ruins of a crashed cart. ever since he had been a member of their family. Ceres was like a mother and Chandi had grown up with him and was practically a sister. Liegh put on a show of indifference but he could tell that she liked him too, despite her act. he sighed and turned away from the view, moving back into his bedroom.
Ceres sighed as he faced the other two. "you know we have no choice. we have to move and the time grows near." Leigh crossed her wings over her chest with a huff. "and what if he doesn't want to come with us?" Chandi sighed sadly. "then i guess we have to go alone." Ceres put a wing round the shoulders of the younger dragonesses kindly. "i don't want to lose him either, but you know the other reason we must reach our own kind." they both nodded. their time of mating was fast approaching and they were finding it harder and harder to hold back their urges. Ceres stepped back. "let us all retire and think this through, we will hear his decision in the morning." nodding, all three went to their separate rooms.
Ceres combed out her crest and sighed. she so hoped that Drake would agree to journey with them. he was more than a son to them after all these years. she felt her nipples swell and gritted her fangs. damn, her heat was coming so very soon and he was the only male around. she felt twinges between her thighs and smiled despite herself. not that it would be bad, he certainly was handsome enough. he often went without clothes in the summer and for a male of his species, he certainly was well equipped to please a female. she shook her head and hissed to herself. that was strictly a last resort, but she still wanted her 'son' to come with them, lover or no.
Leigh huffed as she oiled her scales, the lotion soothing the growing heat. "Ceres and her pet, huhh!" she gruffed as she set the bottle aside. she didnt care what the little scaleless freak decided, she was going to find a strong male dragon and mate with him. and yet, and yet... she felt a stirring deep inside. he had never treated her badly and bore her insults with remarkable calm. would it really be so bad? tears of confusion and shame pricking at her eyes, she threw herself into her nest and tried to sleep, her mind in turmoil.
Chandi moaned softly. the feelings were so strong and confusing. Ceres had tried to explain, but she had never felt this way before and it both excited and frightened her. she flicked her tail as she ran her wing-arms over her body and panted. images of male dragons ran though her head but she had only seen pictures of then and suddenly she saw Drake in her mind. he was so strong and lean and she felt the heat grow worse as she imagined him doing the things that Ceres had told her males did. curling up tightly in her nest, she too tried vainly to sleep.
the door to Ceres room slowly opened and the dragoness looked up. "i was expecting you." she hissed softly in their native tongue as she saw Leigh standing in the doorway. the younger stepped inside and closed the door. moving out of her nest, Ceres moved forward and the two embraced, hissing and murmuring as they moved their wings and tailds over each others bodies...
Drake rolled over again and sighed. sleep would not come. getting up, he slipped on a robe and moved to the window. the warm breeze ruffled the cloth and the moonslight shone on his naked skin beneath. he heard a soft almost hesistant knock on his door and walked over. he opened it and was surprised to see Chandi there, looking very nervous. and yet, there was something in her eyes, a flicker of fire almost. "am, am i bothering you?" she asked, looking down at the floor. "not at all." he smiled, stepping aside to let her in. she moved inside and as she passed Drake caught a whiff of a strange scent. he had never smelt it before and yet it seemed familair. it was subtle yet spicy and he felt himself grow warm as she passed him. "what can i do for you, sspah" he hissed a soft word and she smiled. "i like it when you call me sister." she said with a flicker of her tail. she turned to face him and Drake shivered with a new feeling. they had been naked together many times, the summers could grow very hot, and yet, tonight it was different. his eyes ran over her body, so very lean and sensous and to his surprise his cock began to stiffen. she moved closer and as her breath ran over his face, he moaned. "Drake, it is my time of mating." she said with a whisper and her wing gently stroked his chest. his robe feel away, and he took her into his arms.
the moonslight shone on the scene as Drake and Chandi tumbled onto the bed, moaning and panting. his hands roamed over her body and she gasped hotly as he rubbed her breasts. soft hisses and murmurs came from her mouth as she arched her back into his hands. "mate me Drake, mmmm i need you so bad." she growled softly and the sound made his cock throb. he mounted her face to face clumsily. his cock poked at her thighs and stomach and with a groan of need she hefted her hips and got him lined up to enter her. he slid into her and they both groaned. he looked into her face as they mated, their breath's mingling. she bucked her hips into his, her eyes wild as he thrust as hard as he could into her hot sex. her nipples throbbed as he licked at them and she screamed as she had her first ever sex orgasm. he almost shot too as her hot juices soaked his cock and her sex milked at him for his hot seed. with a lusty groan he buried his face between her breasts, his hips jerkng as he came into her. her tail beat at the bed as she felt his warm gushes spewing into her hungry womb. they both shouted and scramed as they mated, their bodies heaving as one.
Chandi cuddled him close and hissed softly. "ohh Drake, that was so good." he softly stroked her feathers and she crooned softly. "yes sssspah, so very good." as they snuggled she explained how Ceres had taught her of the time of mating, and how she had come to him to ease her urges. Drake smiled "'is that all i am to you, a way to feel better?" she looked at him with shock in her eys and he touched her face. "i am sorry, i did not mean to say that badly." he kissed her softly and she shivered at the new yet welcome sensation. "you are very precious to me Chandi, you are all my family." he held her close and she growled soft words as he stroked her smooth scales.
Drake entered the main hall with a cart of food. "i have breakfast." the three loked up and smiled hungrily. as he laid their trays before them the scene was a little different than normal. Liegh tried to act aloof as normal, but he could see worry in Cere's eyes and they were both surprised when he traded tender nuzzles with Chandi. as he ate his own meal it was silent for a little then Ceres spoke. "Drake, have you decided?" he thought for a long moent then nodded. "i have. i shall go with you to the north." Leigh huffed and looked sullen, Ceres smiled gladly and Chandi gave a cry of delight. as the other two stared, she stood up, walked over to Drake and hugged him tightly.
Ceres flicked her tail as she and Drake stood in the library. "was it just Chandi that made you decide to come?" she asked softly. he smiled and shook his head. "not just that, but many things." he looked out the window, his eyes distant. "on my trips to the village i have seen many terrible things. the humans use your people shamefuly. i have seen dragons beat and whipped, sold as nothing more than slaves. when they get too old to work or sick they are skinned. their pelts are used for clothes for fine ladies and the meat is sold in the marketplace." he trembled and clenched his hands. "it makes me ashamed to be human." he looked to her. "you have never treated me badly, you took me in and raised me as family. i am more dragon than man, and i want to be with you." tears ran down his face and Ceres moved forward. she enfolded him in her wings and stroked his hair as she had done many times when he had been frightened as a child. '"you are good and kind and i love you as my family." he said as he wiped his eyes. as they stood together he looked up into her face and time stood still. he softly put a hand to her cheek and she nuzzled it with a soft coo. his hands moved to her chest and she moaned as he stroked her breasts. "yes Drake, yes.' she breathed softly and they moved towards the couch...
Ceres hissed with need as she bent over the couch, her tail lashing the air. Drake groaned as he held her hips and they both gasped as he pushed his cock into her sex from behind. she felt different from Chandi, not as tight but so much hotter. she moved back into his thrusts and panted and growled soft words of love as he mated her deeply. she craned her neck and hissed, then clenched her eyes shut as she came. her juices spurted around his driving shaft and with a loud groan he came as well, his seed firing deep into her needy body. she moaned and barked softly as he held her close, his hands roaming over her body as they rested and nuzzled.
Drake lay on his bed, the heat of the summer causing him to sleep on top of his bed naked. the door opened and he opened his eyes. it was past midnight and the light of the candle she carried shone on the face of Liegh. "so, you think you can turn Chandi and Ceres to your cause do you, skin boy?' she hissed, a fire in her eyes. she entered and Drake sat up."i dont understand?" she put the candle on the table and turned to him. she hissed, and climbing onto his bed, straddled his naked body, pinning his arms to the pillow. "shut up." she hissed and her scent hit him full force. his shaft swelled and she lashed her tail, looking down at him with hunger in her eyes, her breasts heaving with her deep hot breaths.
Leigh moaned with need as she rubbed her dripping cunny slit over his cock, then groaned as she moved down and his cock slid up into her sex. she kept his hands pinned to the bed and rode him hard. her triumphant smile slowly began to fade into an expression more primal, and soon she was gasping in deep breaths as she trembled. her tail thumped on the bed as she shuddered and came. she milked at his cock hard as her sex clenched and with a shout he gave her what her body needed.
she moaned and panted as she lay over him, huffing deeply. "very good freak. "she tried to sit up and moaned as she slid off his shrinking shaft. as she sat up, he took her wingarm in his grasp. "why do you act this way?" she looked at him and tried to pull away."let ne go." he shook his head. "why the act Liegh?" she raised a claw, then stopped, her eyes uncertain, "i, i don't know what you mean." she lied. he smiled and sat up with her, his arms going round her. she struggled, but only a little as he held her close. "you call me a freak yet you are kind to me. you have never hurt me and tonight you came to me instread of Ceres or Chandi to ease your needs." she shook her head. "you were just convenient, that's the only reason." he put a hand over her breasts and she shivered. "is it?" she wriggled a little but her actions were just reflex as she responded to his tender touch. "i, i." she lowered her head and tears pricked at her eyes. "i can't lie anymore Drake." she held him tightly back and he murred as he stroked her neck. she sobbed loudly and he held her, letting her get it out. eventually she subsided and they lay together on the bed. she told him of how her family had been slaughtered by the humans when she had been a barely a child. she and Ceres had been saved by a injured elder of their village and when he died of his wounds, they had stayed together to survive. later, Chandi had joined them as they began their life of raiding. Drake listened and nodded and soothed her as she poured out her heart. as they snuggled, his hands moved over her body and soon she was panting softly as he made her heat grow in her again. with a deep sigh he moved over her and she accepted him into her, not this time with anger, but tenderness and love.
Ceres hissed tenderly as she nuzzled Drake's shoulder. "whats so absorbing?" he smiled at her and gestured at the book. "this tells of a human custom called marriage, its when a male and female join together as a family." Ceres blinked. "don't they have clans to be part of?" he shook his head. "this seems to be a way of starting a clan. the male always know that the children are his and the woman becomes his alone. its very confusing." Cere's nodded. "yes it is. that way they have only each other. and it seems to me that the children must be very lonely with just two parents to raise them." he smiled and softly stroked her cheek. "yes, i much prefer my family of three." she cooed softly. "do you want to do this marriage thing with us?" he looked at her then chuckled. "no. there is no need, for i already love you all and i look forward to being with the other dragons when we arrive."
Drake yawned as he stretched and stood. closing the book, he took the candle and headed for his room, his footsteps echoed a little on the stone floor and he yawned again. opening the door to his room he stopped. all three of the dragoness's were there. he stepped inside and Leigh closed the door. Ceres took the candle and set it aside while Chandi hissed softly and moved towards him. Liegh took his arms gently but firnly and he gasped then moaned as Chandi knelt and looped her long tongue over his shaft...
Drake panted hard, soaked in sweat as they all cuddled him close, rumbling deeply. "i hope," he panted. "i live long enough, to start the journey, with you." he said and they laughed and stroked his body tenderly.
"thats everything." Ceres said as Drake put the last supplies into the pack. he straightened and wiped his brow. "you're sure this will be enough till we reach the north?" he asked and she nodded. "we only need supplies for you, we can forage as we go." Drake looked up at the building. "i shall miss this place, it was home." Chandi hugged him and barked softly. "we shall make a new home, all of us, at journey's end." he kissed her softly and Leigh came up and nuzzled him. "yes, all of us." as the ladies prepared themselves, Drake got dressed. he came out in leather and a helmet. "very good," Ceres smiled as she surveyed him in his flying leathers. "you look very handsome." Chandi flicked her tail and licked his cheek. "i'm glad you like your gift." Leigh came close and looked him over. "well i guess you'll pass." to the surprise of the others she grabbed him close and gave him a very passionate kiss, her tongue lapping at his. when she broke the kiss Drake looked a little dazed, but with a very happy smile on his face. "are we set then?" Ceres asked as he adjusted the pack on her back. "ready." Leigh said and took up her own cargo. "me too." Chandi said and nuzzled Drake as he climbed onto her back. he settled in the saddle they had made and soon they were into the air, heading north. for a long moment Drake looked back at the abbey, until it passed from view. stroking a hand along Chandi's side she hissed softly and he smiled. the abbey was the past, now it was time to make a new home, together.
Liegh stood watch as the other two slept. Drake tended the small fire as he cooked the rabbit he had caught. "we seem to be making good time." he said as the dragoness kept an eye on the surrounding rocks. "yeah." she said gruffly and he smiled. "you look lovely in the moonslight." she smiled despite herself and gave him a soft nuzzle before returning to her duties.
the months passed. they stopped at night and took supplies when they needed too. the human gatherings grew more and more sparse until they reached a long valley buried deep within a mountain range. they alighted and Ceres shrugged off her pack. "wait here." she moved forward carefully and vanished into a small crevice in the rock. the others waited, then Liegh looked up and hissed. "i hear something." the next moment the area was ringed by dragons. many of them bore scars and Drake was not surprised, if not exactly thrilled, to see that they did not view him with delight. one of them glided down into the clearing. "who are you, what do you want?' he said in dragon and Liegh stepped forward to meet him. "we seek our own kind." the leader looked at Drake. "and what of this?" she started to speak when Drake moved to his feet. "i come with them to seek a home as a member of their clan." the dragons hissed and barked between themselves at this human who spoke the tongue. a raise of a claw amd the hubbub quieted. "can you prove this?" Drake shook his head. "you have only my word. if you will not allow me to pass, at least let my companions through,so they may live in peace." there was a long moment, then the leader laughed. "well said young one, you may all pass." on the other side they met up with Ceres, who had been prevented from warning them. "welcome, to Nesthome." the leader said as he led them to the valley ledge. beyond them lay a lush region of trees and grasslands, full of game. with the ladies at his side, Drake headed down into the valley.
Drake looked up from his book and set aside his quill when Leigh entered his small hut. "Drake, it is time." he nodded and stood. he took her claws in his hands and squeezed warmly. she smiled and kissed him and they went to join Ceres and Chandi. with them was a tall male dragon. "this is Huroc, he will be with us." Drake nodded and bowed. "i am honored." all the dragons were adorned with paints and the light of the bonfire flickered on their naked bodies. Leigh held out her wings to Drake and he stepped into them, his cock ready to give them what they needed...
Leigh took him by the hand as she lay on the grassy ground. with a moan he thrust into her and she hissed and growled happily as he mated her. she screamed as they came as one and panting hard, they looked up at the others. Huroc was panting too as Chandi and Leigh lapped at his large cock together and Liegh grinned at Drake. "they need you too." she rumbled and Drake kissed her then slid out and moved over to Ceres. the elder dragoness was on her knees as her long tongue lapped at Huroc's shaft and her pants turned to a loud shout of joy as Drake pushed into her from behind and mated her fast. she left Chandi to tend to Huroc and lowered her head with a deep loving growl as her human mate fucked her needy body. he gripped her breasts as he came and she answered his gushes with a sweet flow of her own. Huroc grinned and moved over to the still reclining Leigh as Chandi turned to face Drake and held out her wings to him in invitation. with a gasp and a groan he held her hips and thrust into her face to face as they stood there. the light of the fire flickered on the scene as they group-mated. Chandi wailed and her thighs trembled as they milked Drake of his seed. Drake panted hard as he held Chandi close. the sound of a loud scream and he looked towards Leigh. she was on all fours and Huroc was mating her hard. the sight kept him hard and he looked to Ceres. she was grinning at him and Chandi, gently running her wing claws over her body. he went to her and kissed her deeply. both she and Chandi got onto all fours and he took turns mating them. he shot seed into them both. sweat glistening on his body, he rested for a moment and smiled at the gasping Leigh. Huroc roared as he fired his seed into the dragoness. then he pulled out and she held out her arms to Drake. he went to her and in moments they were mating hard and fast. the sounds of Chandi and Ceres wailing as they were fucked hard by Huroc spurred them on and Drake shot again into the womb of his beloved Leigh. as they panted and groaned, they looked up to see the other two tugging on Huroc's cock. the dragoness's trembled and groaned, Huroc's seed dripping from their sex's. with a loud roar he came over them, soaking them down with yet more cum.
Drake hurried to her side as Liegh waddled into the hut. "uhhh." she panted then hissed softly as he helped her to sit. he nuzzled her tenderly and she smiled. "what did the widwife have to say?" he asked and she flicked her tail tip. "very soon." his heart beat faster at the news that his child within Leigh would soon be born. "and Ceres and Chandi?" he asked, as she stroked her huge stomach mound. "them as well." she said and nuzzled him. "i love you Liegh." she hissed happily. "i loev you too Drake, my sweet freak." he grinned at what had become a loving nickname and lay a hand on her large tummy. after the orgy that had welcomed them into the community, all three of the lady dragons had come to him with the news they were with child. surprised at first, he had very quickly become very happy at the news and had leapt into the role of expectant father with enthusiasm. as they each grew larger he had tended to their needs. he loved them all and the fact that they were bearing his children filled him with joy. they kissed and nuzzled tenderly then a young male stuck his head into the hut. "Drake you are needed, the time has come for Ceres and Chandi." they looked at each other and Drake helped Leigh to her feet as she waddled with him to the birthing grounds.
Ceres huffed as she squatted on the grassy bank. her wingclaws gripped Chandi's tightly as both of their stomachs heaved and shivered. Drake kissed Leigh then crouched behind them, supporting their backs, and nuzzled them. "i am here my ladies." Ceres craned her neck as she panted hard. "i am glad nuhhh!" Chandi was breathing in deep gasps as she gripped the other's wingclaw tightly. he murred and murmured soothingly to them as they worked to give birth. "Drake?" Liegh said and he looked up at her. she was moaning softly as he held her stomach. "i am ready as well." the attendants moved to join the others and soon all three were being supported by thier mate as they heaved and grunted. Chandi was the first, screaming as her child slithered into the world and was dipped into the stream. "a girl!" the midwife said, then hurried to catch Cere's newborn. "a boy!" Leigh groaned then roared as Drake held her firmly in his arms. "and another boy!" all three ladies panted as the children were presented to them and Drake murred as he looked proudly at his children. "i love you all so much." he beamed and the exhausted dragonesses nuzzled him and smiled weakly.
three years later
Drake smiled as he closed the book. "and that is how we came to this place." he told the assembled kits. gathered around him were an array of children of varying ages. some were his and he smiled proudly at how strong and fine they were. others were pure dragon, and all were listening intently to his telling of the story. times had been good. he had been happily accepted into the clan and many of the females came to him for children. he had been a little surprised that the males did not object, but it wasn't one of their cultural taboos. he had continued to write in the book and all the children loved his tales of the world outside and how much better it was in the valley. the ladies were happy too, very active in the life of the valley. Ceres was working to help organize the valley supplies and Chandi was delighting in teaching the youngsters to fly. and as for Liegh... he smiled softly as he looked to the side and saw Liegh there. she held a halfbreed child to her breasts and her tummy was largely swollen with yet another of his offspring. she gave him a tender smile and they kissed. life was good.
as they nuzzled the light of the thee moons arose over the edge of the valley and shone down on them. this happy community, on the planet Chang, the third world of the star Rames in the constellation of Draco.
the end
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*So, hey! I know it's been a while, and I meant so many times over the past two years (!!) to get something posted, but it just didn't work out. I went back to school and started a full-time job (because I hate myself, I guess), and my writing time and/or motivation to do so pretty much dwindled to zero.*
*Anyway, I hope you enjoy reading this short fic as much as I enjoyed writing it! There is a fair amount of build-up before you get to the good stuff, fyi. I edit my own writing, so any mistakes are mine. Feedback is, as always, greatly appreciated; I'll try my best to respond!*
Brynn awoke with her hand between her thighs and the sheets tangled around her legs. Sweat dotted her forehead and lower back, and her pussy throbbed with an ache that came from somewhere deep inside of her. Her dream teased the edges of her mind, and her face flushed as she recalled dark hands parting her thighs and an enthusiastic tongue lapping her wetness.
*Dark hands in her red hair.*
*Full lips on her pink-tipped breasts.*
*A big, pulsating cock poised to spear her c -*
A series of shrill beeps sounded as her phone vibrated with her alarm, and Brynn groaned, fighting the urge to pull the covers up and over her head. She untwisted herself from the sheets and rolled onto her tummy, burying her face in the pillow.
*Fuuuuuuck.*
Though she never saw his face, she knew exactly who those hands belonged to. The dream had plagued her for months, and since she had no intention of doing anything about her wanton desires, she expected it would continue to do so.
He'd stumbled upon her one fine morning in the parking lot as she had a meltdown of incredible proportions over a flat tire, something she hadn't had the pleasure of experiencing up until then. She vaguely recalled seeing him around her apartment building and in the elevator and acknowledging his attractiveness, but hadn't thought about it further.
Still dressed in his work clothes, he'd calmly asked if she had a spare before changing the tire in less than three minutes. It was all very heroic. Plus, he had politely ignored her mascara-tinted stress tears.
They'd talked for a few minutes more, and through incredible coincidence, had come to find that they were neighbors - literally right across the hall from each other. He'd introduced himself by his apartment number, and she'd done the same, and they'd taken to calling each other their respective units in passing.
So, okay, yeah, she didn't even know his name.
Her alarm sounded a second time, and she yanked the phone off the nightstand, jabbing the off button. Groaning again, Brynn forced herself from the warm vestiges of her bed and headed for the bathroom.
Inside the shower, she turned the knob until it was just shy of unbearably cold and had the quickest wash of her life.
As she got dressed, she mentally went over her schedule for the day, or at least tried to. *Coffee, work, gym. Coffee, work, gym. Cock, work, gym.* Wait, no, that wasn't right.
"I need to get laid," Brynn announced in a sing-song voice to her empty apartment as she grabbed her lunch from the fridge. Shouldering her purse, she made her way out the door and locked it behind her.
It was a short trek to the elevator down the hall, and the doors were nearly closed when a deep voice rang out.
"Hold that, please."
Brynn's eyes widened, and for a second, she contemplated smashing the Close Door button as the baritone voice echoed inside her head. She took a breath to rid herself of the ridiculous thought and stuck her hand in between the doors to hold them open.
"Thanks...hey, 2B!"
And there he was, almost criminally chipper for eight o' clock in the morning.
She didn't know his name, but Brynn knew she liked the way his FDNY shirt stretched over his broad shoulders and extremely defined biceps, the navy color pleasant against his dark skin. She greeted her neighbor with what she hoped was an easy smile and crossed her fingers that her pale face remained unflushed. "Hey, yourself, 1B."
"Did you catch the game last night? Crazy stuff, right?"
Her mind was suddenly blank. "Ah, yes. The game. Crazy."
His thickly-lashed brown eyes twinkled with mirth as he shifted his duffel bag to his other shoulder. "You have no idea which one I'm talking about, do you?"
Brynn shrugged as the elevator began its descent and leaned against the railing attached to the side. "Sure, I do. The one with the sports."
He threw his head back and laughed, and she tried to ignore the warm feeling that suffused her at the sound, taking a moment to admire the sharpness of his jaw. His face was all angles but somehow not harsh, and his nose looked a little crooked, like it had been broken once before.
"Oh, man, nailed it. You really know your stuff. Tire holding up okay?"
"Absolutely. Thanks for that, again."
See, she could do this. She could pretend that she hadn't had numerous sex dreams about him.
The elevator *dinged* as it reached the lobby, and they exited side-by-side. He held open the door to the outside for her, and as she passed him, spicy deodorant and cool aftershave teased her nose. "All right, 2B. Have fun at work," he said.
"You, too," she replied, and turned to walk towards the parking lot, dodging the already bustling city life.
She'd only gone a few steps before turning back, blurting it out before the nerve left her. "Hey, 1B. Do you have a name?" *Oh my god, bitch, what are you doing?* the voice inside her head sounded in alarm.
He stopped, his back to her. It was a moment before he turned around, and Brynn held her breath until she saw his grin, his teeth white against his richly colored skin. "Tristan," he said, taking a step towards her as he held out his hand.
God, he was tall. How had she not noticed this before? She barely came up to his chest. She returned his offer and tried not to squeak as his hand nearly swallowed hers. His skin was warm and callused, and sent a thrill through her as it scraped the smoothness of her own.
He - Tristan - looked at her expectantly. *Oh, right*. "Brynn."
"Brynn," he repeated. "Suits you better than 2B." His thumb rubbed over hers.
She swallowed hard. "Thanks."
They were basically holding hands at this point.
A cacophony of horns blared from the rushing traffic next to them, breaking Brynn out of the moment. She quickly drew her hand back, and Tristan looked...disappointed?
"I figured it was time we learned that," she said with a smile, tucking an errant lock of hair behind her ear.
"Truth," he nodded. "See you around, two - Brynn."
They both laughed as they acknowledged the habit before parting ways.
She forgot to stop for coffee.
"...because Linda from accounting has a serious attitude problem and I would, straight up, love nothing more than to - you're not listening to me."
"I am. Linda from accounting."
"What about her?"
Brynn was silent.
"I rest my case," Kim said, pointing a finger at her.
"You should be a lawyer."
Her coworker rolled her eyes. "I should have been a lot of things, but it's too late, now. All right, spill. Is it the hot ass fire-fighting, tire-changing neighbor?"
"Tristan," Brynn said, refusing to look up from her computer as her fingers furiously flew across her keyboard. *Per my last email, Alison...*
Kim held a fist to her mouth. "Oh, we're on a first-name basis now! Someone, please sound the wedding bells!"
From a few desks down, Michelle, who consumed gossip like an active volcano consumed a small town, stuck her head up. "The neighbor? Is it the neighbor?"
Brynn finally looked up and glared at her office bestie. "You told Michelle?"
"Only because my love life is too boring to talk about! Don't get married," Kim said, resting her chin on the top of Brynn's cubicle, her expression innocent.
She snorted. "Love life? More like lack thereof."
From behind, Rohan stood up at his own desk, and the green of his paisley tie almost matched his earnest eyes. "Girl, you have to let Anthony go. It's been a year. Download that app and go on a date! You're cute when you put in the effort!"
"Thanks," Brynn said dryly, and Kim laughed.
"Look," Kim said quietly once Rohan sat down, "he's kind of right. You need to get back out there, whether it's a date or a dick. And homeboy sounds like just what the doctor ordered. Vitamin BBC."
"Oh my god, you are truly the worst," Brynn said, slapping a hand over her mouth so she wouldn't guffaw.
"And you love me for it! Ugh, I have to go deal with Linda. Let's get Thai for lunch in thirty?"
As Kim traipsed back to her department, Brynn minimized her email and sat back in her chair, pondering her words. *Anthony.* She thought back to that night last year, the one that had ended everything. She glanced at her left ring finger and remembered the diamond that had once decorated it. Her stomach twisted. *You're so fucking high-strung! Not everything needs a ten-step plan! Loosen the fuck up!*
Brynn squeezed her eyes shut for a moment. When she opened them, they stung, and she blinked rapidly. No, she was not doing this today. At least, not without some ice cream and a few episodes of her favorite medical drama. She reopened the email screen and resumed her email, editing it to sound less annoyed.
Kim was back at her cubicle some time later, tossing her long braids in an action that was no less than dramatic. "Okay, Linda's been put in her place. Let's eat."
"Being a bitch did always work up your appetite," Brynn said, grabbing her purse.
Their favorite Thai place was a blink-and-you-miss-it hole in the wall nestled between a souvenir shop and a corporate coffee place. As they sat down with their food, Kim launched into another tirade about Linda, and Brynn half-listened, watching as a text came in from her mother.
She didn't have to open it to know the matriarch of the O'Mara family was probably begging her to go on a date with her friend's cousin's son, or whatever. It wasn't that she didn't appreciate her mom, but the woman was thoroughly convinced that her youngest daughter was going to turn into a spinster and die alone with naught but ten cats. Which, yikes, was already kind of half-true. Brynn turned her phone over and gave Kim her undivided attention.
Several minutes later, the bell over the door jingled, and everyone looked up as three firemen, half decked in bunker gear, shuffled in, shoving each other and laughing. They were covered in ash and grime, even their faces streaked with it. The college girls at the next table over immediately went haywire, and Kim gave a low whistle as she turned fully in her seat, her eyes like laser beams.
And then a fourth man came up behind the three, equally as dirty, and Brynn's stomach turned into a live creature, twisting into one big knot. "Oh, fuck," she murmured, staring hard at her food. How was he still so sexy covered in God knew what?
"What?" Kim asked, her tone defensive. "I can still look!"
Two of the firemen moved up to the counter to order, and Tristan and the other one stayed back. He gripped the kid's - really, he looked no older than eighteen - shoulder and said something only he could hear, and the younger one visibly relaxed.
"What is wrong with you?" Kim hissed. "I know it's been a while, but come on, girl, you're bright red! It's okay to - oh. OH. Which one is him?"
Brynn clenched her teeth and shook her head a fraction.
"Is it the one at the counter or the one talking to the little one? Tell me!"
"Please stop," Brynn whispered, her throat suddenly dry.
Kim looked at her and sighed. "The things you force me to do."
"Wha -?"
"Tristan!" Kim yelled, her eyes trained on Brynn's face.
Brynn's stomach unwound itself only to plummet to the bottom of her body. She dared glance up, and when she did, he was staring right at her, his dark, slashing brows raised nearly to his hairline.
And then he moved towards her, his boots heavy over the scarred wooden floor. Brynn placed her face in her hand as if it would render her invisible and tried not to hyperventilate. He approached their spot with an air of amiability; under the table, Kim kicked at her shin so Brynn would look up at him.
"Twice in one day, this is unheard of," he said, looking down at her. "Can't say I'm complaining, though."
Across from Brynn and unbeknownst to Tristan, Kim gazed up at him, batting her eyelashes. Brynn knew her face was nearly the same color of her hair as she spoke, her voice about ten octaves higher than when she'd greeted him this morning. "Yeah, hi! You, uh, look like you were busy with some fires or something."
Kim snorted. As soon as they got back to the office, Brynn was going to kill her.
"Yeah, definitely something like that," he laughed.
"Hi, I'm Kim!" her friend interjected, holding out a well-manicured hand. She shook his proffered hand with a vigor that seemed to surprise him. "You guys are neighbors, right? Small world, that's so funny!"
Tristan glanced at Brynn, his expression amused. "You been talking about me, 2B?"
Brynn's hackles rose at the satisfaction that saturated his tone. "No, I - "
He turned back towards Kim. "Yeah, I won't lie, it's been pretty rough. Brynn here likes to throw ragers and disturb the peace."
Her eyes flashed to him in momentary confusion before both she and Kim burst into giggles, realizing he was joking. He'd immediately alleviated the tension. "So sorry," she said, her sarcasm evident. "I'll keep it down next time."
"Or you could just invite me," he winked.
She was speechless for a moment. "I'll remember that," Brynn finally said, trying to keep her tone as lighthearted as his. She ignored Kim, who was drilling a hole in her forehead with her eyes.
"Yo, Lieutenant, you ready?" one of the men's voices sounded from the front. Another guy, this one almost as built as Tristan, sauntered over. He knew the power of the uniform and wielded it with confidence, his gaze immediately zeroing in on Kim. "Well, aren't you just the most beautiful - "
"Married," she said flatly, pointing at the sizeable rock on her finger.
Brynn and Tristan laughed.
The guy hung his head. "Damn. Tell your man he's got a dime."
"My man already knows," Kim said, her words pointed.
Tristan looked back at her, and his gaze was warm. "I'll probably see you around soon?"
"Probably. We do live right across from each other," Brynn said with a tight smile.
Tristan cleared his throat and nodded, shoving his coworker towards the exit. "Right. Cool, cool. See ya."
Once the four firemen exited the shop, the girls at the next table over burst into excited chatter, debating over which one was the most attractive. Brynn turned back to her food, moving it around on the plate with her fork, but her appetite had diminished. "Well, that was the worst."
Kim *tsk*ed. "You need to stop looking at everything so negatively. He wants you to invite him to your rager," she said, dancing around in her seat. "He wants you to see his raging b - "
"Kimberly!"
Her friend threw back her head and laughed. "God, is it you or me that's the old married lady? But seriously, he was definitely flirting with you."
"Are you just saying that to make me not jump out this window?"
"For sure. I would hate for you to scrape your knee on the sidewalk three inches below," Kim said with a frown. "Stop trying to change the subject. Feel him out a little more, and then make your move."
"Yeah, okay, totally," Brynn said, intending to never do any of that.
A week later, she lay awake in bed. It was nearing midnight, and her mind wasn't any closer to sleep than it had been two hours ago. She went over her Thai place encounter with Tristan for the millionth time, and internally grumbled over the fact that she hadn't been cute or witty or clever like Kim.
It just didn't come naturally to her. She flashed back to Anthony's words. Maybe if she loosened up a bit...
She imagined rolling out of bed and matching across the hallway to 1B and asking Tristan if he wanted to ravish her, taking inspiration straight from the ludicrous romance novels she used to read in high school. She imagined him grabbing her by the shoulders and shoving her up against his doorframe before taking her mouth in a wild kiss, not giving a damn who saw them.
Brynn would jump into those strong arms, her own wrapped around his neck, the place between her thighs pressed against his dick.
As her fingers slid down her neck and across her chest, pausing on her nipples, she wondered how big Tristan was. She wondered if she could fit him down her throat. She wondered how much he would stretch her unused pussy, how her pink lips would look around the purple head of his cock.
She couldn't recall wanting someone this desperately. At least, not in a very long time.
But another, smaller part of her also wanted him to hold her afterwards, to press his lips against her neck and shoulder, to run his fingers through her hair.
This was ridiculous; she barely knew the man.
*So get to know him*, that voice sounded again. It was reaching nuisance-level.
Could she invite him to dinner, or was that too cheesy? Did people even do that anymore? She wondered if he liked lasagna, because that was about the fanciest thing she could make without burning the kitchen down, and she suspected that certainly wouldn't impress him, being a fireman and all.
Fucking hell, she needed to go to bed.
Her alarm went off a woefully short time later.
She was out of her apartment in forty minutes, damp hair thrown up in a low-maintenance bun, her navy blazer a smart contrast against the gray of her work dress. He was standing by the elevator, of course, ready to go, his ballcap obscuring most of his face as he looked down at his phone.
*Okay, here goes.* She had to ask him before she lost her nerve. "Do you like lasagna?" Brynn asked, her words coming out much louder than intended.
Tristan looked up, and then looked behind him, no doubt wondering why she was shouting at him from several feet away. "Me? Yes," he said, equally as loud.
Cringing inwardly, she walked towards him, trying to project an air of casual coolness. "I was thinking of making some Friday night, and was wondering if you wanted in?"
He looked at her. "I've been existing on takeout for months at this point. You'd be my hero if you're serious...but I have a shift. Any chance you can make this happen on Saturday?" He put his arm out to hold the door as they stepped into the elevator.
Her heart leapt at his interest. "I suppose I could rearrange a few things. Months of takeout is pretty much an emergency."
Tristan chuckled. "Thank you for taking sympathy on me, Brynn."
God, the way he said her name. She stepped a little in front of him and faced forward as they descended so he wouldn't see her ever-present blush. She pulled out her phone to covertly text Kim, and swayed a little as the elevator came to a stop to let some Floor A residents in, a mom and three rambunctious, chattering school kids.
Brynn took a step back to make more room but lost her footing in the heels she rarely wore for this exact reason. She pitched backwards with a gasp.
Tristan was there, his strong arms circling her and pulling her body upright against his front, a move that would have been purely dashing if not for the fact that one of his hands was completely full of her tit. For a second, he seemed to pull her more tightly against him, and Brynn felt the unmistakable nudge of his hardening cock against her bottom. *Oh, my.*
They froze, neither of them having the thought to spring away from each other. For a split second, an image of him yanking up the hem of her dress and thrusting into her danced across her mind. Then, he let go of her with some reluctance, but not before dragging his hand across her breast, leaving her nipple hard and aching.
"I got you," he said softly, his breath tickling her ear and sending shivers all the way down to the base of her spine.
It took another few seconds for her to realize that she was still leaning against his dick. Jesus. She stood fully, straightening the hem of her dress and clearing her throat. "Thanks. Lost my balance for a moment there."
She thought she heard him mutter, "So did I."
Brynn suddenly remembered the other occupants of the elevator, but thankfully the mom was still scolding her kids to settle down. They reached the lobby what felt like five million years later. Once outside, she started towards her car when a large hand grasped her shoulder. She turned.
"Hey, Brynn?" Tristan said, his mouth an unyielding line and his dark eyes serious. "Sorry. I...sorry."
Oh, god. He was actually addressing the accidental tit grab. What could she say? *Oh, it's fine, happens all the time,* or maybe*, Once more, with feeling*? Finally, in a burst of boldness, she settled on, "That could have ended worse for me."
He arched a brow as he stared at her, and she watched him try to discern whether she was flirting with him or not. Gosh, he was adorable. She wanted to sit on his face.
"Glad I could be of service."
She forced a confident smile. "So, Saturday?
"I'll be there," he nodded.
"Oh my god, he grabbed your titty!" Kim said with a cackle as she splayed across Brynn's bed.
Brynn stood in front of her full-length mirror, critically eyeing her body in the underwear she wore. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "He was just making sure I didn't fall!"
Kim ignored her. "And you basically sat on his penis! I can't believe you're just now telling me this, it's delicious."
For a moment, Brynn considered emptying the contents of her laundry basket all over her friend. "Can you focus?" she asked, exasperated. "What should I wear?"
Kim grabbed her glass of wine off the nightstand and took a hearty sip. "Okay, well, definitely not that," she said, gesturing towards Brynn's plain white bra and beige bikini briefs. "We need something that gives those itty bitties a little *oomph*."
She grasped her own boobs, outraged. "They are not itty bitty!"
Brynn turned back towards the mirror. While admittedly not huge, her tits were a healthy B-cup and capped with pink nipples that had certainly received their fair share of attention and compliments. She wasn't the fittest person out there, but her stomach was only softly round, and her hips and ass were no less than generous.
Her skin was just shy of too pale, and free of any blemishes save for a soft smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose that her older sisters had teased her endlessly for. Her lips were plump, her nose was small, and her gray-blue eyes were large within her heart-shaped face.
"Okay, okay, here," Kim said, rolling off her bed and standing, albeit a bit unsteadily. She flung open Brynn's sliding closet doors and began rifling through the contents. "You don't want to go all out because you're just having dinner at home, but you do wanna be all cute, because, hello, you want some dick. Let's see."
As Kim went to work, Brynn sat cross-legged on her bed, propping her elbow on her knee and her chin in her hand. Maybe this wasn't the best idea. Maybe he wouldn't show. Maybe she wasn't ready to do this. Maybe he would think her Game of Thrones poster was juvenile. That is, if she intended on bringing him into her bedroom. Did she? She thought of feeling almost every inch of him in the elevator, and her face heated. Maybe she would let him take the lead...if he even wanted her.
"Hey," Kim snapped her fingers in Brynn's face. "I am not letting you anxiety-talk yourself out of this, Brynn O'Mara."
"I wasn't," Brynn said, shaking her head too quickly.
Kim looked at her pointedly before throwing an outfit on the bed next to her. She looked at the fitted, high-waisted jeans that she knew showcased her ass, and the long-sleeved, off the shoulder cropped wrap shirt. She wouldn't be able to wear a bra with that.
"You don't think the shirt is too much?"
"No way. The green goes so good with your hair, too, like Christmas!"
Brynn scowled.
From across the apartment, a knock sounded on her front door, and she almost jumped out of her skin.
Kim laughed. "Relax, it's just the hubs. Make yourself decent, and I'll go let him in."
She had to fight back a smile as she noticed how comfortable Kim was in her apartment. Brynn quickly threw on an oversized t-shirt and athletic shorts, throwing her hair up before going to meet Kim and her husband in her half kitchen, half living room space.
"Heard you got a hot date tonight," Julian said with a suggestive waggle of his eyebrows.
Brynn looked at Kim. "I see nothing is sacred."
Kim shrugged before finishing her wine. "Not when you're married!"
"Hey, don't sweat it, player. I know you'll knock him dead," Julian teased, punching her lightly on the shoulder.
"Thanks for the vote of confidence," she laughed. "Okay, I have to get my ass in gear and start cooking. Say a prayer, please. I'm a little rusty."
"You could always impress him in other ways," Kim said in a sing-song voice.
"Goodbye," Brynn said pointedly, ushering her favorite couple out of the door. Once she was alone, she spoke to no one in particular. "So it begins."
As soon as the lasagna was in the oven, Brynn rushed to the bathroom for a quick shower. After, she let her curls air dry, arranging them to fall in waves over her bare shoulders and down her back. She kept her makeup light and neutral, and spritzed her favorite scent over her wrists and neck. She dressed and stood in front of her mirror once again, smoothing her hands over the thighs of her jeans.
Her shirt just barely teased the realm of impropriety, outlining her breasts and leaving a faint impression of her nipples. She turned to the side and admired her butt, and last week's pedicure was still looking good, her toes a soft pink. "Okay," she murmured. "This is fine."
A knock sounded on her door, and her stomach somersaulted. She danced from foot-to-foot for a moment, hyping herself up. *It's just dinner. You love eating!* Brynn shut her bedroom door behind her as she walked across the apartment, taking a breath before she unlocked and opened the heavy door.
*Oh, damn.*
1B stood on her doorstep, a maroon Henley stretched across his muscular form, his dark wash jeans and white tennis shoes the definition of casually sexy. She wanted to ignore the bottle of wine in his hands and jump straight into his arms, as they'd held her so nicely before.
"Hi," she said, her voice soft.
Brynn didn't miss the way his gaze flickered over her body, though lightning quick. His dark eyes were hungry. "Hey. You look nice. Hope you like red?"
She swallowed. "Thanks, and that's perfect. Do you wanna come inside?"
Tristan was still looking at her. "Yes."
Brynn's face heated as she realized the double entendre. She stepped back to let him in, instructing him to leave the bottle on her small, rounded kitchen table that was already set with two places. He kicked his shoes off by the front door.
"I gotta say, it smells amazing in here. I'm already pretty impressed."
She smiled at him as he leaned against the counter by her sink, taking in the surroundings. Though the kitchen was slightly outdated, she kept her place pretty neat. Her apartment faced west, and the sun was beginning to sink in the sky, drowning the place in golden light.
"Good to know you're so easy."
Tristan raised his eyebrows.
"Oh, wow, I totally - totally did not mean it like that," Brynn said, covering her mouth with her hand.
To her relief, he tilted his head back and laughed. "I mean, you'll definitely have to get me through dinner first."
She busied herself with opening the bottle of wine and pouring two glasses, the liquid sloshing close to the rim. *Easy*, she reminded herself. They exchanged pleasantries until the timer went off, and Brynn listened with amusement as Tristan regaled her with the latest prank in the described war that was going on at the station.
Once they were seated and she had served them heaping portions of the carb overload, Tristan pointed his fork at her. "You're not from New York, are you?"
Brynn placed her chin in her hand, surprised. "What gave it away?"
"That Midwest drawl," he said. "We got a guy from Milwaukee that transferred in a couple years back. All those flat vowels."
"Flat!" Brynn repeated in mockutrage, trying to ignore how much she was coming to enjoy his smile. "I'm not a cheesehead, though. I'm actually from Chicago, which is, of course, the superior city of superior pizza."
Tristan placed a hand on his chest. "Damn, straight for the jugular! I suppose it's superior if you like eating your pizza with a fork and a knife like some sort of animal."
They chatted and laughed through dinner, and Brynn learned that he had three brothers as well as a sister and that his father and grandfather were both FDNY, that his favorite color was purple and how much he disliked winters in New York. She divulged as much as him; it was like talking with someone that had always been in her life, and his relaxed nature and sense of humor put her at ease.
Hours later, after cleaning up, they sat on the aging couch that Brynn had discovered at a college yard sale several years ago, each down to the last glass of wine that the bottle of red had to offer. "So, what is it that you do, exactly?"
Brynn took a sip of her drink and rolled her eyes. "I'm a cog for an evil corporation, currently, but I'd love to go back to school for my Masters. It's actually kind of a dream of mine to teach college-level psychology one day."
Tristan whistled. "You do seem like kind of a nerd - in a good way," he said with a grin, catching her hand as Brynn moved to whack his shoulder. Her heart hammered as he brushed his thumb along hers. "How old are you?"
"Twenty-five," she shuddered. "I'll officially be in my *late twenties* in a few months."
"You poor thing," he said, his tone suggesting he had about zero sympathy for her. "I would have guessed you were younger. I remember my late twenties."
"You can't be that far off," Brynn said, sitting up a little and searching his face, inches from hers. How had they gotten so close? He was still holding her hand.
Tristan leaned his head against the back of the couch. "I'm...thirty," he whispered, closing his eyes.
Brynn couldn't stop the laugh that bubbled up in her throat. "Wow, you're practically ancient. Ever get the feeling you should have done something important by now, like solve world hunger?"
He let a blustery breath out. "Mine was dismantling the criminal justice system, but I decided to play with fire, instead."
She drained her glass and placed it on the coffee table in front of her. "I normally don't like reds, but that was amazing. Thank you."
"Ditto in regards to the lasagna. Is it a recipe passed down through generations?"
Brynn shook her head, hesitating. "Not exactly. I, um, actually learned it from my ex-fiancé."
She held her breath as he sat up straighter, his expression serious. "Wow, you were engaged? Why didn't it work out?"
She hesitated again.
Tristan pulled his hand back from hers, his expression apologetic. "Hey, sorry if that was too deep. You don't have to talk about it."
Brynn shook her head, waving her hand. "No, it's fine. It was almost over a year ago. I dated him all throughout college, but in the end, we just weren't compatible." She smiled to lighten the mood. "What about you? Long, sordid history of women?"
To her amazement, Tristan looked a little embarrassed. "I actually haven't been in a serious relationship since, like, high school, if that even counts. Hasn't been super important to me. So it's not too long or too sordid, but it has been a pretty steady stream of hook-ups."
Brynn's eyebrows shot up, even though she'd been half-expecting this. "Of course it has," she teased. "You have the whole tall, handsome fireman thing going on." She waved her hand up and down, indicating his general visage.
He looked up at her through dark, thick lashes, and her breath caught a little. "Handsome, huh?"
She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, whatever. Don't let it go to your head or anything." She paused before asking a second question. "So, do you...do you have a type?" God, that was forward. It had to be the wine.
Tristan looked at her, and the corner of his mouth twitched. "In what context?"
Was he really going to make her say it? Brynn struggled to formulate the question in a way that was tactful. "I guess I'm asking what you're normally attracted to in a woman."
He ran a hand through his close-cropped hair, considering. "Mmm. I don't tend to discriminate. I guess I'm attracted to that softness some women have, if that makes sense. Long hair. A sense of humor. Some degree of intelligence," he shrugged. "What about you? Ever been with a Black man before?
Oh, okay. *Right for the jugular*, to quote his earlier words. Brynn blushed. "Um, no."
Tristan's eyes glimmered. "Something told me that was the case." He reached out, and she stilled as he brushed her hair back from her face, warm fingers moving over her cheek. "You're really fucking pretty, you know that?"
And just like that, all sense of eloquence left her. She tried to open her mouth to speak, but no words came. Heart thundering in her chest, Brynn tried to ignore her suddenly on-fire twat. Tristan's fingers moved from her cheek and down her throat; oddly, she wanted him to stop there, wrap his long, dexterous fingers around the back of her neck and pull her to him forcefully, taking away the option to deny him. His fingers continued their descent, grazing over her collarbone. Eyes the color of her favorite dark chocolate dipped to her lips.
She realized he was waiting for her to give him a sign, to show him that she wanted him, like it wasn't painfully obvious. Brynn looked into his eyes and nodded once, emphatically.
"Come here," Tristan groaned, sticking his fingers into the loops of her jeans so that he could yank her onto his lap.
Brynn let out a breathless laugh as he did so, until she found their faces inches apart. Her arms settled around his neck. He leaned his forehead against hers, and they sat like that for a moment, her knees on either side of him, comfortably astride him. He smelled divine, rich and spicy, and she could almost taste the scent of the wine that clung to his lips.
"Hey, 2B?"
"Mmm?"
Her eyes fluttered shut as his hands caressed her back, and her nipples beaded as they rubbed against his rock-hard chest, separated by the material of their thin shirts. There was no way he couldn't feel them.
"Look at me," Tristan said.
She didn't open her eyes for a second, fearful that as soon as she did, their comfortable bubble would pop, and all of this would be over. Finally, taking a breath, she looked. He cupped her face in his big hands, leaning her back as he sat up a little straighter.
There was a beat of silence before his mouth descended on hers, and a strangled sound escaped her throat. His arms went around her waist, crushing her to him, but his lips were surprisingly tender over hers, coaxing her to explore, to open to him. His kiss seared her from the roots of her hair to the tips of her toes. There was a dull rushing sound in her ears as the apartment around them disappeared, and all she could taste, touch, feel, was him.
*Yes. More.*
And suddenly Brynn didn't want tender, at least, not in that moment. She wanted him to ravage her. She didn't think before sinking her teeth into his plump bottom lip, and he grunted, pulling back a little. Their heavy breaths mingled in the dim light; they had been so distracted by each other that they hadn't even noticed the sun had long since gone down.
It was as if he'd read her mind. "Yeah? It's like that, huh?"
"Maybe," she whispered.
His hands were in her hair then, tugging at the base of her skull to lift to her chin. He devoured her mouth, his tongue opening the seam of her lips to tangle with hers, and he tasted like wine and cinnamon gum and something that was just uniquely him.
Something hard bumped the space between her spread thighs, and Brynn instinctively ground against him, dying to feel his skin against hers. She unwound her arms from his neck, sliding her palms down his chest, his abs, and moved towards the hem of his shirt, but Tristan caught her wrists. His grip was just shy of too tight. "No."
Uncertain, she leaned back, and he took the opportunity to dip his fingers into either side of her off-shoulder neckline and pull.
"Oh," she gasped, hands immediately going to her bare tits, color blooming in her cheeks.
"Not a chance, baby girl," he said, hands on her wrists again. He was gentler as he pulled her hands away from her chest, and she blushed as he unabashedly stared at her breasts. She sucked in a breath as his hands completely covered them, calluses rasping against the tips. "You're so soft."
Her eyes closed as she reveled in the sensation of his fingers on her, pinching and rolling them until they were diamond hard. And then she felt his mouth, hot and wet, close over her nipple, his lips sucking before his teeth grazed her.
"Oh, my god," she said, nails digging into his muscled shoulder. "Yes. *Yes." She felt his dick jump under her and was helpless to stop the wetness that flowed from her pussy and soaked her flimsy thong as she rocked against him. "I want - please, I need - "
Tristan released her tit with a soft pop and chuckled. "So needy. Relax, Brynn, we're just getting started."
Brynn resisted the urge to pout, but was placated as his hands moved to the button of her high-waisted jeans, deftly undoing them.
"Take these off," he said.
She stood to do so, sliding the tight material down her hips and ass, conscious of the way her snug, damp thong clung to the lips of her pussy, showcasing the cleft. There was something distinctly feminine about standing before him almost completely nude while he remained fully clothed, and she forced herself to remain standing straight, open to his gaze.
"Turn around," he said, demonstrating the motion with his index finger.
Brynn slowly moved, and she almost jumped when he stopped her by touching his hand to the small of her back
"Damn," Tristan breathed, running his hands over her plump ass, squeezing and lifting the flesh with both hands. "This is incredible."
Brynn let herself simply feel, and closed her eyes as she tilted her head back as Tristan fondled her body. He peeled her underwear from her hips, grabbing her hand to help her steady herself as she stepped out of them. Her body was on fire, but she found herself frozen in that spot, suddenly too shy to face him despite everything that had led up to this.
He was behind her then, his body wrapping around hers, urging her to lean against him. He cupped her tits from behind, thumbs moving over her nipples, erection pressing into the small of her back, and a whine tore from her throat when he pinched her. "When you were up against me in that elevator, Brynn, fuck. This is all I've been able to think about since then." He turned her around so that she was facing the couch, and then moved her to sit on it before kneeling in front of her.
Oh, he wasn't actually going to...was he?
She hugged her knees to her chest, but he placed his hands on him. "Spread your legs for me, baby."
Evidently, he was.
Slowly, she complied, and he moved her legs to rest over his broad shoulders, dark hands on the outside of her thighs. He pressed a kiss to the inside of one, and shuddered, realizing her pussy was completely bare to him. She felt vulnerable in that moment, and her heart stuttered, nerves suddenly suffusing her.
Tristan looked down, taking in the neat triangle that rested just over her puffy lips. "Huh. Natural redhead," he winked.
"Oh, my god, shut - UP." Brynn moaned loudly as his tongue moved over her labia, just barely parting her lips to the juices inside. Any and all nerves quickly left her.
"You are wet as fuck," he groaned, nuzzling her pussy with his mouth.
She desperately wanted more, lifting a leg off his shoulder to spread herself further.
"Hell yeah," Tristan said, "open up for me."
His tongue moved over her, dipping into her wetness, hands moving up her body to play with her tits. She pressed his hands to her chest, using the leverage to work her hips and hump the lower half of his face, her body a live wire. He moved his hand from her breast and up to her mouth, and she immediately opened her lips, wetting two of his fingers.
Tristan watched her, mesmerized. "Oh, that's it. Good girl," he said, and, without warning, speared her cunt.
Brynn cried out at the intrusion, and stifled a scream when Tristan sucked her clit at the same time he pumped in and out of her. She placed a hand on his head, unsure whether to pull him closer or push him away, feeling the roughness of his hair slide against her palm as he worked her with his mouth. She couldn't remember the last time she'd come from anything besides her vibrator, and now she was going to explode all over her neighbor's face.
"Oh - oh, fuck," she said, the words a half-sob, throwing her head back and squeezing her eyes shut. It was just beyond her reach, that spring in her depths wound tightly enough to burst.
And then he lapped at her clit the same time as he hit a spot deep inside of her, and she was done for. Her body bowed, tight at a string, and Brynn shattered, moaning his name. She was dimly aware of him threading his hand through hers, and she held on tightly as magic crackled through her body from her hairline to the tips of her toes.
When it was over, their harsh breaths were the only sound in the apartment. Brynn looked down at him, and it stirred something primal in her to see the lower half of his face shiny with her juices. "Come here?" she murmured, reaching for him with her other hand.
Tristan knelt as tall as he could, and Brynn bent down to kiss him hard, tasting herself on his tongue. She was hyper-aware of her nakedness as the material of his shirt brushed against her skin and her knee brushed his denim-clad erection.
When they finally pulled apart, Tristan rasped, "Bedroom?"
Brynn pointed to her left, and shrieked as he unceremoniously scooped her up, throwing her over his shoulder and smacking her ass.
"Tristan!"
"Sorry, I can't help myself when you've got an ass like that," he said, soundly wholly unapologetic. He opened the door to her bedroom and dumped her onto a bed that creaked in protest, placing his arms on either side of her.
She looked up at him, trying to keep the stark adoration from her face. "Speaking of attractive body parts...we're a little uneven here."
"I don't know, I kinda like you all naked and spent underneath me."
"I think you'll like both of us naked even more," she said, wrapping her legs around his waist to prove her point.
When she reached for the hem of his shirt, he let her strip him this time, and she took notice of the small silver chain and pendant around his neck despite the muscles that rippled under his smooth skin. She took the pendant between her fingers and read the ladder company reflected there out loud. "Is this yours?"
Tristan was silent for a moment as he brushed her hair back from her damp forehead. "Nope. Was my pop's."
He didn't give her a chance to respond as he moved off her, shucking his jeans and socks off. Brynn's attention was completely consumed by the angry purple head sticking out of the opening in his black boxer-briefs, her eyes widening. A rush of warmth shot straight through her pussy as she imagined it nudging her womb.
She was ready when he claimed her mouth in a hungry kiss, nestling between her thighs once more. Brynn couldn't resist squeezing his firm ass, and used the leverage to bring her core closer to his cock. They both groaned when his head, slick with pre-come, slipped over her mons.
"Tristan," she whispered, sinking back against her pillows.
"Yeah, baby?"
"If you're not inside of me within the next minute or so, I'm gonna die."
He laughed against her neck, the sound vibrating throughout her body. "Well, the feeling is pretty much mutual."
She helped divest him of his underwear, and it landed with a light sound somewhere in the dark recesses of her room. And then he was there, right at her pussy, the heat emanating from his dick enough to make her suck in a breath. Tristan reached down and gently brushed her sensitive clit with his thumb, and she jerked against him. Brynn felt him wrap a hand around his cock, poising it to tease her entrance.
"Brynn. Relax."
It took her a second to realize she was holding her breath, and she let it out with an embarrassed exhale. And then the head of cock teased her, parting her folds, sinking in an inch, two, three.
Oh, *fuck*, he was big. She gripped his arms, willing him to stop. "Wait. Sorry. Wait."
Tristan looked down at her, and a muscle ticked in his jaw with the strain of holding back. "Everything good?"
"Yes. Sorry." She inwardly rolled her eyes at the ego boost she was about to deliver. "You're just really big."
To her surprise, he didn't make a smartass comment. "Wrap your legs around me...thatta girl. Fuck, you feel incredible."
It did feel a little better, and she groaned as he stretched her further, the mix of pleasure and pain almost overwhelming. When he pulled out and sank back in, a little more this time, the friction was amazing. "Oh - my - god," Brynn gasped with each thrust, pulling him down in a searing kiss. It was too much and not enough all at once.
He grasped her throat between his thumb and fingers, forcing her to look at him. "I lied earlier. I've wanted this for months, 2B. You've been on my mind since that flat tire meltdown."
"Oh yeah?" she asked, breathless. It thrilled her to hear the words, to know it wasn't just her that felt it between them. "You have a thing for unhinged women?"
He smirked. "They're usually the best in bed."
She met him in a savage thrust, and nearly sobbed when he bottomed out inside of her. Tristan stilled, his entire body quivering. Brynn raked her nails over his back. "Please don't stop," she begged.
"I'm far from done with you." He slowly pulled out of her, and her body cried silently at the loss, her pussy feeling emptier than usual. He rolled over onto his back, dragging her with him. "Come bring that tight pink pussy over here."
His dick looked intimidating from this angle, jutting straight up from a nest of thick, curly pubic hair. She couldn't resist dipping down to press her pliant lips over the head, sucking it into her warm mouth. She closed her eyes. They tasted good together.
"Ahhh*," Tristan muttered, hand tangling in her hair. "I'm trying *not* to come, Brynn."
Her mouth still by his dick, she looked up at him. "Oops. Also, just so you know...I'm on the pill."
He growled and reached down to grasp her upper arms, dragging her up his body. She sat in his lap once more, his cock nudging her from behind. Brynn lifted herself onto her knees, taking a breath when she felt his head at her entrance again. Slowly, she sank down on his cock as Tristan swore, and her eyes nearly rolled back into her head at the new spots that came to life within her body.
His big hands settled on her hips, digging into the flesh there, and she knew that she'd have lovely little bruises on her alabaster skin in the morning. They moved together in tandem, her hands braced on his chest, hips working him in a dance that was ancient as time.
"I want you to come again. I want you to come all over my dick," Tristan said, his words guttural. He reached down where their bodies joined, and Brynn gasped when his thumb found her clit, moving back and forth in a way that was torturously slow. "Where do you want me to come?"
Brynn looked down at him, the flush spread across her chest reaching her cheeks. She spoke quickly and quietly, hoping he'd heard her.
"Say it louder," he demanded, the hand that wasn't toying with her clit reaching around to smack across her ass.
She arched her back, crying out as she bit her lip. "Inside me," she whispered.
He spanked her again, and she almost screamed. "Louder."
His thumb on her clit. His hand on her ass. His dick stretching her poor little cunt to the max. She didn't answer him on purpose, and his hand cracked against the same spot on her ass. "Oh, fuck," she moaned, flying apart at the seams. "Come inside me. Please. Come inside my pussy!"
As she drenched his cock, Tristan sat up and wrapped his arms around her, the chain on his pendant biting into her skin. He swallowed her moans with his mouth. She marveled again at how safe, secure she felt in his embrace, even as he worked her up and down his dick. She twined her arms around his neck as he buried his face in the spot where her neck met her shoulder, and she felt him then, gushing inside of her, his seed almost hot.
When it was over, they both breathed hard, unwilling to untangle themselves from each other. Brynn stroked her fingers over his hair and down the back of his neck, his heartbeat thundering against hers. She closed her eyes, taking in the thick scent of sex that permeated the room.
She felt his cock contract inside of her and was dimly aware of both their orgasms seeping out of her. "Hey," Tristan murmured against her skin.
"Mmph?" was the only thing Brynn could muster.
He lifted her off of him, his movements slow and gentle, but she groaned nonetheless. She was definitely going to be sore tomorrow. He laid her back against her pillows, and he stood, looking around the room. She watched him through heavy-lidded eyes.
"Bathroom," she said, pointing to the door opposite her closet.
He returned minutes later, a damp washcloth in his hand, and Brynn was surprised as he spread her legs, washing his seed and her juices from her inner thighs. With a clean corner, he moved the warm fabric right over her pussy, and she hissed.
"Sorry," he said, his hand squeezing her thigh. "We made a mess."
"'S'fine. Come here?"
He disappeared into the bathroom to discard the washcloth, but he was back just as quickly, sliding into her bed behind her atop the duvet. They were both warm and sweaty from their efforts, and the fan circling slowly overhead was a welcome respite.
"Wow," Brynn said after a moment.
"What's up, B?" he asked from behind her, his voice thick as he pulled her against him.
Her heart skipped a beat at the silly little nickname, and she tried to ignore it. "That was...fine."
His head popped up, and he rested his chin on her shoulder, a fraction of his energy seemingly restored. "Fine?" he repeated, and she could tell he fought to keep his voice even.
She couldn't hold back her laughter, and Tristan relaxed, nipping her neck.
"You're a brat."
After a moment, she spoke, and this time it was she who tried to steady her voice. "Did you wanna stay?"
Tristan's fingers traced circles over her hip. "Did you want me to?"
"I wouldn't mind."
"Cool. I'll stay, then."
"Cool."
He took her again in the middle of the night, his hard body stirring to life as rubbed her ass against him, his hand coming up to cradle her breast. It was slow and sensual this time; he slipped into her from behind, his thrusts long and lazy.
It was weirdly familiar to have him in her bed, like she'd found something she had lost a long time ago. He groaned her name as he emptied himself inside of her, and when they were done, she turned to face him, pressing her lips against his. He peppered her nose, forehead, and cheeks with a few extra kisses. Finally, she snuggled into his chest and asked him.
"Did your...did your dad pass away on the job?" she asked, her voice low in the in the moonlight that gleamed through her window.
Tristan rubbed the heel of his hand over his eyes, and his sigh was deep, weary. "No. I mean, not directly at least. Complications from skin cancer a little over four years ago."
At once, she knew, and her heart sank. "Nine-eleven."
"Yeah. It was rough on my mom, and she was kind of pissed when my youngest brother started at an academy upstate this past summer."
"That's awful. I'm so sorry, Tristan."
She caught a ghost of a smile. "What can I say? We're a pretty hard-headed group of men." He ran his fingers through her hair, even though it was knotted beyond repair at this point. "Get some sleep, Brynn."
She had a million other questions she wanted to ask, but she knew that now was not the time. Instead, she took his advice and closed her eyes.
It seemed that with him, it was easy to fall - asleep, or otherwise.
Monday rolled around disappointingly quickly, and Brynn walked into the office a little before everyone else, brewing a fresh pot of coffee. *Apparently this isn't the only thing you like black*, that mischievous voice sounded from somewhere inside her head. She resisted the urge to snort out loud.
It was just past eight-thirty when everyone else began to trickle in, and Kim stopped by her desk, proffering a box of donut holes.
"Not everyone can eat like this every day and stay skinny, you know," Brynn muttered, taking three anyway.
"Yeah, yeah," Kim said, waving her hand. "So," she said, stretching out the word, "how was the rest of your weekend?"
"Fine, thank you." Brynn didn't look up from her computer as a smirk tugged at the corners of her mouth.
Kim lowered her voice. "Spill it now, bitch."
"You're being a little abusive. Might have to report you to HR."
"Might take my donuts back."
Brynn gasped at her friend's audacity. "Fine. I slept with him."
Kim punched her fist into the air, roaring, "Yes*!"
Everyone turned to shoot her a dirty look, and Brynn cringed, scooting down in her seat so that her head disappeared below the edge of her cubicle. "You're so embarrassing!" she hissed.
"I'm sorry!" Kim said defensively. "I just feel like a proud mom right now, or whatever. I want every detail at lunch later, no excuses."
"Ugh, fine."
"And what happens now?" she asked, arching a perfectly waxed eyebrow.
"Um...I hadn't gotten that far yet."
As the day came to a close, Brynn still mulled over her friend's question. She thought about it on the drive home, during her ascension in the elevator, and even as she shrugged off her cardigan and sat at her kitchen table. She hadn't gotten his number as it hadn't really seemed necessary with their proximity, and she doubted she'd have the nerve to text him, anyway.
Sighing, she uncorked a bottle of wine.
She didn't run into Tristan again until later that week, freezing as the familiar baritone called for her to hold the elevator open.
When he stepped in and saw it was her, he grinned despite looking exhausted, his FDNY shirt wrinkled. He smelled like smoke. "Brynn."
She ignored the way her heart thundered at his arrival. "You know, we have to stop meeting like this," she said, the words dry.
"I don't know, I think this is almost becoming our spot." He reached out a hand and grazed hers where it rested on the railing, and she watched as their hands threaded together, the contrast of their skin almost startling.
Brynn opened her mouth to reply, but the elevator opened, signaling they had reached their floor, and several residents filtered in. They jumped apart almost guiltily, and she wondered why that was as they stepped out. Down the hall, she stopped at her door, fiddling with her keys. Her shoulders tensed when he spoke behind her.
"Hey, I didn't mean to leave you hanging or anything. This has been a crazy week for me at work."
She spoke quickly, her voice high as she turned to face him. "No, yeah, that's totally fine! Same with me! I, uh, I applied for grad school a couple days ago, too, so I'm waiting to hear back on that. Busy, busy."
He looked genuinely excited in the face of her word vomit. "No shit? Hey, that's great. You'll let me know what happens?"
"Yeah, sure, cool. Well, I won't keep you any longer. Have a good night, okay?"
"Definitely," he nodded. "You, too, B."
Brynn shoved her key in the lock, a little amazed it didn't break considering the force she used as she turned it. She couldn't open her door fast enough, and she leaned back against it once it was closed, sighing in defeat.
*Nice. Real smooth, O'Mara.*
She didn't make it three steps before a knock sounded on the heavy wooden door, and she stilled. She walked back over and stood on her tiptoes to look out the security hole, and her heart started thudding. Taking a breath, she opened the door.
He stood there, hands hanging loosely at his sides. "Hey," he said.
"Hi. Again."
"Yeah."
Brynn tilted her head to the side and wondered if he was all right. "Did you need something?"
Tristan rubbed a hand over the back of his head and seemed to be contemplating whether or not to say something. "Uh. There's this amazing Mexican place in Midtown. I thought maybe if you weren't too busy tomorrow, I could take you, 'cause I mean, their tacos...," he mimed an exploding brain with his hands, "wow."
Was this really happening? Was Tristan Woods, New York firefighter, standing on her doorstep and asking her out on an actual date? And was he nervous about it?
"Please say something," he added.
Brynn snapped out of her reverie. "Yeah, I'd be pretty crazy to say no to tacos...or you."
Tristan ducked his head, but that didn't hide his smile. "All right, B. It's a date." | 2B or Not 2B | [
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