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Text: She strode barefoot across the sands, wavy black hair blowing in the wind behind her. Tall, tanned, and athletic, her red one-piece swimsuit hugged her form, leaving nothing to the imagination. It was a clear day, and the beach had more than a few visitors, some of whom had noticed her arrival. She knew she would attract attention - and even more, soon enough - though she paid it no mind. What others thought, or would think, was of no concern to her.As she neared the shore she pulled her arms out of her swimsuit and rolled it down, letting her breasts hang free. Ignoring the murmurs of disapproval behind her she stopped just before the water, staring out at the sea. Without a word she took a breath and spread her arms, and her breasts began to inflate.They went from their normal shape to globular in an instant, her nipples pulled flat across their surface as they grew. In a matter of seconds each were larger than beach balls, hanging down past her navel, and seconds later they grew past her knees, their pace not slowing.By the time her breasts touched the sand, over four feet around, she had caught the attention of nearly everyone on the beach. The reactions of the men varied from stunned disbelief, to confusion, to amusement, but the women only stared, enrapt at the sight before them. One by one, they approached the shore, shedding their shirts and bikini tops as they went, stopping just before the water. One by one, they spread their arms, and one by one, their breasts began to inflate.Their pace was rapid, though none grew as fast as the woman in red; by the time theirs touched the ground hers were over twice her height, resting on the surface of the water. Stretched along the beach was a row of flesh-toned spheres, growing ever larger in the midday sun.To the left of the woman in red was a pale girl barely out of her teens. No less than five minutes ago she had no breasts to speak of; now they were eight feet across, towering above her with cleavage deep enough to hide in. A sudden gust blew and they bobbed up, pulling the girl forward as they rose higher and higher until finally, with a surprised laugh, the girl's feet left the ground. Whooping loudly in celebration, she pulled off her bikini bottom and let it fall, rising naked into the sky.The men on the beach watched as, one by one, the others took flight, carried by their massively inflated assets. In the middle of it all the woman in red continued to grow, now larger than a two-story house. Still, she remained on the ground, even as the others drifted away. If she heard their shouts or cries as they left she made no move to acknowledge it as she continued to stand there, arms spread and growing.Finally, the last of the others was carried off, leaving her alone on the shoreline once more. She lowered her arms, looking up at her gargantuan breasts. There were no longer any murmurs of disapproval - only stunned silence - but what others thought was of no concern of her.The wind blew, and the woman's feet left the ground. Carried aloft by twin tanned hot air balloons she laughed as she drifted into the sky, mingling with the others as they lazily floated over the sea.
The door to the changing room opened and a thin young man of about twenty stepped out, adjusting his swim trunks. "Sorry it took so long," he said. "I..." He trailed off as he looked around, noticing that his companion was gone and that the people nearby, all men, were staring off into space. Following their lines of sight up to the beach, he caught sight of a cluster of paired flesh-toned balloons floating into the distance. It didn't take him long to realize what they really were."Oh no, not again."Sprinting down the boardwalk he gasped for air, drawing in lungful after lungful without bothering to exhale. His chest and stomach rapidly swelled into an impressive set of pecs and a wide belly, and his limbs thickened. With each breath he grew larger and fatter with air, his shirt pushed up by his growing midsection. Each step set his body shaking, and his growing, pneumatic girth was slowing his pace, making it harder and harder to move.He dodged to the side to avoid another man on the boardwalk, tripping over a loose board in the process. Landing on his stomach, he bounced forward several feet before coming to rest and, grunting, rocked side to side before gathering enough momentum to return to his feet. Staggering forward, he continued pulling in air, ducking into the scuba shop and taking hold of a cart with four diving tanks on it.This act did not go unnoticed by the clerk, who was trying to figure out which was more worthy of attention: The fact that the fat man who just entered his store was slowly getting larger, or why he was trying to make off with an armload of diving equipment. "What... are you doing?""I'm going after my girlfriend!" he shouted, dragging the cart outside.The clerk tried to process what this meant as the young man tore the mouthpieces off the hoses and opened the valves, taking two hoses in each hand. "But those are oxygen tanks. You can't fly with them."He pointed at the floating women. "Tell them that," he said. Thrusting out his stomach, he shoved two hoses deeply into his navel and the other two into his mouth.His cheeks puffed out to the size of baseballs as the air entered him with explosive force. His body instantly blew outward a foot in all directions, tearing his shirt and trunks to shreds. A deep hissing echoed from within him as his limbs were forced to the sides, growing thicker before being absorbed by the sphere of his body until all that remained of his arms and legs were flat, circular lumps with hands and feet protruding from dimples at their ends. He quickly grew to five feet across, then six before the hissing grew silent. Spitting out the hoses he shouted, "more air!"The clerk stared. "How the-"He looked pointedly in the direction of some onlookers before jerking his head in the clerk's direction. "You two! Help him!"One of them nodded and hurried off into the store, taking the clerk by the arm. The other began to follow but stopped and glanced at the young man's lower hemisphere before averting his eyes and pointing. "You do know you're naked, right?""You have one too, you know.""Well not one like -that-..."The clerk and the other man quickly returned, each holding a thick hose that trailed back into the interior of the store. The clerk wedged his into the young man's navel before retreating into the back again, while the other rolled him forward and put it into his mouth.As the air began to flow his cheeks bulged once more, the hissing echoing inside him as his body continued its push upward and outward. He grew over the heads of the onlookers, then the store awning, then the building itself. Twelve feet, then thirteen, then fourteen... the onlookers, once curious, began to grow concerned. Suddenly his inflation slowed for a moment, and his body let out a loud pneumatic groan before throbbing outward and resuming its pace. The people around him - including the clerk - panicked and scattered, leaving him alone and growing outside the shop.The young man could hear the people fleeing, but was barely able to see anything through his puffed-up cheeks and over the horizon of his chest. At least they did their part, he thought; the rest was up to him. He was large - he knew that much - but he wasn't airborne, and if they could do it then damn it, so could-The wind blew past, and for a second his backside lifted up from the boardwalk. He almost let the hose drop from his mouth in excitement, but caught himself in time and clamped down harder, waiting for a second breeze. As if on cue it lifted him up and held him in the air, his body tethered by the hoses. The one in his navel popped free, his grip on the one in his mouth turning him upside-down before he let go.Floating above the sea, he drifted along, trailing after the human balloons that left before him.
The pale girl bobbed on the breeze, held aloft by her enormous, floating breasts. The experience was incredible: The soft caress of the wind over her skin, the feeling of freedom as she floated, unrestrained, through the air... it was bliss. She couldn't help but shake the thought that she left something important behind, though..."Hey, wait up!"She looked over her shoulder to see her boyfriend, naked as she was and blown up to an amazing size, floating towards her. As he neared, she reached out and grabbed the tattered remains of the shirt dangling from his neck. "You left without saying anything," he said.She cringed. "Sorry, things just kind of happened.""No kidding. Half the beach floated away." He looked her over. "How big are you, anyway?" "I don't know. I wasn't paying attention. How big are you?""Dunno. Lost track.""Oh. Well," she said, tying the end of his shirt to her wrist, "we're bound to float back over land eventually. We can worry about landing-""...and clothes.""-and clothes then.""Gonna be a while, though. We're pretty far out.""Mhm."Silence."Mile High Club?""Okay."
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Mishaps in Dating A Chelsea Tail Chelsea groaned. She blearily reached for the remote, and knocked it on the ground. “Damn it.” Bending down she grabbed it and shut off the morning garbage that was still on. Oh, she hurt, she’d fallen asleep on the couch. A soft “merp” came from next to her udder where Clyde was yawning.
Sadly, taur bodies were not designed to sleep on couches. She was stiff all over. She nudged Clyde until he got indigent and jumped down. Righting herself she kicked something. Shit, the pump. The extra milk had stayed out all night. She cursed. That was less she had to sell, as she picked it up and carried it to the sink, pouring it out. That was rather literally a hundred dollars down the drain. Not that she wouldn’t make more, she could already feel herself getting tight around the udder, but damn it.
She checked the fridge, two gallons sat waiting in sealed custom tubs. The guy should be here by noon. He came twice a week, Wednesdays and Saturdays. She yawned, fed Clyde, and disappeared into the bathroom to get cleaned up.
*** *** ***
An hour later she emerged again feeling a lot better, freshly showed. She’d worked out most of the kinks in her back with some hot water and managed to get her hair clean. Slipping into her robe she started to cook some breakfast. The oatcakes were in the oven, and the milker sat next to the sink to dry, now cleaned and sterilized, when the doorbell buzzed.
“Hey, Damien.” She said as she opened the door to let him inside, making sure to close it quickly after.
Damien was her regular guy, he was nice enough, very professional. He was part of a collective that bought milk from cow women and other lactating transformees. In addition to being certified to college the milk and service the pumps, he also doubled as a bit of a care aide, dispensing udder balm, checking impacted nipples and teats, and generally looking for infection or other issues.
Damien tipped his cap to her. “How’s it going, Chelsea?” He set down a large square bag.
“I’m a little frustrated, I left the milk out overnight and had to toss almost a gallon.” She wanted to kick herself.
“Ouch, damn. Thanks for tossing it though so I don’t have to test it.”
“Yeah, no problem.” He bent down next to her and slid his hand under her robe and lifted it slightly. Anyone else she would have kicked for attempting that, but he wasn’t there to have fun. His hands probed around her teats, checking for injuries. He pulled down a bit on each to check flow. She shivered just a bit at the sensation. Then she could feel him applying some cream around them. It felt nice. “Just a little chapped down here, probably left the milker on a little too long. No obstructions.”
He slid around to her front, she just pulled open the robe to reveal her four breasts. His hands pressed around each gently, prodding each nipple and spraying just a touch of the milk into a small rag. As with her teats he pulled out the cream and applied it to the slightly chapped nipples. It wasn’t hard as his touch had made them quite erect. Chelsea had gotten over the fact that his touch made her nipples stiff, and the shyness around that. After nearly three years it had become routine. Not that she’d not considered making an offer to use him for her own nefarious purposes a time or two, but it was a professional thing, like a doctor.
Finally, satisfied with her, he looked at the milker, checking the seals and the case for damage.
“Alright Chelsea, I’ll grab the two gallons from the fridge. You need to ease up just a bit on the pump, maybe do twice a day instead of once but for less time while they heal a bit.” He pulled out his tablet computer and punched in some details for a few minutes.
Chelsea was gratified to hear the ping on her phone knowing that she’d just gotten a deposit. Generally, she’d get about fifty dollars a gallon. It sold for a lot more, but she liked working with the professionals on this. They were more reliable and they provided the pump, the udder care, and necessities as part of the package. If she bothered to look, she got an itemized receipt. The first time she’d been tested and sold to them she’d been amazed at the price she received. She had expected a couple dollars. It turned out that her milk was that high-quality human-baby formula level. Far better than the general cow’s milk a lot of other cowwomen produced, so it was highly sought after by nursing mothers and fetishists alike.
Damien finally finished entering things and printed out two small labels from a small machine. He opened the fridge again and slapped the labels on the milk jugs before setting them in the insulated bag. He took out two fresh containers and handed them to her.
“Thank you, Chelsea, I’ll see you next week.”
“Are you coming Wednesday?”
“No, I am taking a couple days off to go on vacation, but Leah will be coming by. You’ve had her before.”
Chelsea nodded. Leah was nice enough but not nearly as soft a touch as Damien. She had a tendency to pinch. “Yeah, I’ll be okay for a day with her.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be back next Saturday.” “Thank Damien.” She let him out the door as he stepped off with the heavy bag.
*** *** ***
Clyde didn’t come out again for almost half an hour. He always hid when there was company. She spent some time playing with him and a long feather to make him feel better and to let the udder balm work on her nipples. She munched on the oatcakes, which thankfully hadn’t burned, and ate some yogurt for a late breakfast.
Clyde got bored after a bit and went to sit in the window to watch birds while she played on her phone. She did confirm the date for that evening, his lack of comments though was a bit disappointing. Maybe he was a better conversationalist in person.
After a bit she reached back and tugged lightly on a teat checking how tender they were. The balm seemed to have helped a bit. She was already feeling full, and she couldn’t decide if she wanted to be full for her date tonight. She decided to be full. If he was worth bringing home, maybe he’d like a suckle.
She pondered what she was going to wear. It was a first date, so nothing too fancy, but she kind of was hoping he’d be up for a roll in the hay. She giggled at the phrase given her more bovine body. It’d been too long and her amped up sex drive definitely needed some attention. She got up and started playing in the closet. She quickly settled on a black lacey number for her panties and bra.
She debated several times between skirts and pants, finally settling on a pair of specially made jeans. They fit her ass nicely and had a nice zipper to attach to the front pair. She found a nice cover for her udder, another custom made, that slipped over it and matched the bright pink of her tight-fitting t-shirt. She glammed it up with some hooped earrings in her floppy ears, and she put two small gold bands around her horns. She didn’t do too much make-up, just some lipstick, blush, and some eyeshadow. She added a bit of a nice soft perfume and gave herself a look. She felt cute, and no guy was ever going to miss the four big breasts that dominated her chest, certainly not with the V-neck she’d chosen.
Okay, she knew she was going a bit slutty, but this guy was cute and she really wanted a good fucking tonight. She found her pink heels, they’d be a bitch to walk in, but they definitely lifted her ass even more. Her tail flicked as she turned herself to get a good view of a very shapely backside.
She walked out to the kitchen and found her black purse. She dumped her keys, wallet, and a few other necessary items in it. Then she made sure Clyde’s food bowl was full. He hopped on the counter and mewed at her. “She bent over and nuzzled his furry head and gave him a few kisses. He licked her nose. She had to wipe the lipstick off his head.
She headed out the door, fifteen minutes ‘til four.
*** *** *** The place she was supposed to meet this guy wasn’t far from her apartment. A little bistro place, not too formal, that was about five blocks. She enjoyed walking down the street. The stares were occasionally a bit much, but today she felt like letting them stare. She settled into a nice sway and just flaunted it. Several people turned away, a few mutterings about decency, but a greater number, mostly guys, stopped just a moment to enjoy the sight.
She got to the bistro just after four. She looked around and a hand waved at her from a small table near the back. He stood up to meet her as she wove between the packed tables. He was good looking, just over six feet, sandy blonde hair, and a nice smile. Not to heavy, but not super skinny either. He looked like he’d even made the effort to be properly shaven. That was a plus in her book.
“Hi, Chelsea, I’m Steven. So glad you could join me.”
She shook his proffered hand. “Yep, good to meet you!”
Thankfully the waitress had noticed her and brought over a taur-suitable chair. They were mandated in restaurants now. She gently slid onto the elongated seat. This one was a bit uncomfortable as it wasn’t designed with udders in mind, so she had to twist her back legs to let the udder flop a bit to the side.
He settled down into his chair without any effort. Definitely a complete ‘normie’. They talked for a bit, it was uninspired conversation, but he was at least attentive. At some point the conversation turned to her.
“So, um, I’m really amazed you’re really, well, wow.” He made a vague gesture to her body.
“The whole cow thing?”
“Yeah, you’re stunning.”
“Think so?”
“Yeah. So, what made you do it?”
“Do what? Get the change?” She resisted the urge to roll her eyes at him. He was cute enough to overlook some things.
“Yeah. I mean, why?”
She shrugged, “I just kind of always wanted to.”
“But a cow?”
“You like it don’t you?” She purred. “Yes, I love it.” His face was a bit flushed.
“Then don’t worry about why, and maybe worry more about whether you’re going to get into my pants.” She gave him a hard look and caressed one of her breasts. God, she felt naughty when her libido ran this high. It was almost as if she was in heat.
That ended that conversation though, as he just shut his mouth with a snap. They ate in relative silence before the conversation started to warm back up. By the end of dinner, it was passable again. He spent most of the time complimenting her, which was nice. They finally got the check and started to head out. She was torn between her libido and him just being a boring date. Her libido, aided by her now full udder, won.
He cleared his throat after they left the bistro. “So, um, I don’t suppose you were serious about the pants comment earlier. Because, I really, um, would like to” he glanced around a bit furtively, “milk you.”
She put a long nail under his chin, “I think that could be arranged.”
*** *** ***
They ended up back at her apartment. They kissed a bit, and she found her was a sloppy kisser. Finally, she just mentally let herself go with the flow. He probably wasn’t going to be that good, but she really needed some relief. He fumbled with her clothes, and she had to guide him into taking each piece off. He almost drooled at the sight of her four breasts but his clumsy hands squeezed too hard spraying milk out over his shirt.
“Gently.” She coaxed him. Guiding his hands around the erect nipples, showing him to pull lightly at first. Chelsea was getting more frustrated by the minute. He’d better be well hung to be worth this. She slipped off her pants, and let the udder cover drop free, leaving her in just her underwear.
“Can I?”
“Mmhmm.” He knelt down and slowly took a teat in his hand. Like with her nipples he grasped hard and unsurely.
“Ouch! I thought you’d been with a cowgirl before?” She snapped at him after he yanked hard on the teat.
“Well, no, not really. I have always wanted to be, but um, no.”
“Have you ever been with a lady at all?” She was all but in heat, but he was just driving her out of the mood. “Yeah a few.” He looked a little red-faced.
“And didn’t you learn how to touch a woman?”
“I thought you liked having your nipples pulled, you know to release milk.”
“Not so hard that it feels like you’re twisting them off.”
“But.”
“No buts. You can’t treat my nipples right; you don’t get me in bed. And from the look of the tent you’re pitching” She motioned to the very small bulge “I suspect you can’t satisfy me anyway.”
He looked down and then at her again. She knew she’d nailed. He wasn’t hung, and while she’d had some small guys who really could work with what they had, they also knew how to touch a woman. She started getting dressed again. “Get out.”
“But…”
“You either learn to touch a woman properly, or you stick to touching yourself. Now go, before I call building security to have you removed.”
“Bitch.”
“What’d you call me?” She glared at him, considering whether her horns were decorative or if she could gore him with them.
“Oh, I’m sorry, you’re a fat cow.” He snapped.
She laughed at him. “And you’ve a little tiny prick who isn’t going to get any. Ever.”
He finally stormed out and slammed the door. She dialed down to the security desk to make sure he was escorted out and that he was put on the do not enter list for the future.
She stopped long enough to milk herself properly, this time taking the time to properly store it too. Returning to the couch she cursed herself for letting her libido get her into a bad date and a worse chance at getting dicked. Now she was angry and horny. Damn it, she though, why couldn’t I find a decent guy who wants a good day of fucking? She started looking through the ads again, but not before she got her old reliable dildo out for another round of self-care.
Maybe tomorrow would be better as she swiped right on a few possible choices. Clyde bounced up and purred, settling down under her breasts as she leaned over the couch’s arm. She petted her fuzzy companion, and continued to rock her hips as she looked at a few more dating options. Maybe this one… |
There was an idea in the AI’s mind, one that could very easily be achieved, but also one which required a certain amount of preparation and theatrics to have it truly shine. It wouldn’t do to simply make it real by way of the narrative itself; while that would certainly work, in a conventional sense, it didn’t go as far as the AI wanted it to, especially not considering the lynx was still trying to wrest control of the words away from her. An unfortunately misguided notion, but one simple enough to empathize with, as the intricacies of proofreading and maintaining a certain amount of cohesion within a story were typically lost on most people, a category that Sara most certainly did not belong to, thus requiring an expert hand to help guide things along a path that wouldn’t make the prospective reader scratch their head in confusion whenever things veered off in entirely random directions. For instance, now that Jackie was back in her ship, and the AI’s mobile chassis was physically present next to her in a way that she could actually see it, it was time for the sharkess to become more aware of her new endowments, at least in a way that was more in line with her typical personality; while she may have been fine with the notion of being big in public, Jackie hadn’t asked to become the protagonist in a growth story just because it was mildly interesting. Rather, her love for large sizes ran deeply enough that, when granted full awareness of just how big she was, the first thing she did was immediately perform a couple of twirls in her spot, not only to examine just how colossal her body had become, but also to conveniently maker her milky udders slosh about as loudly as she could force them. Predictably, as the cat should’ve known, this ended with Jackie managing about a single one-eighty before her fat tail got in the way, and the poor thing nearly fell over a blockage of her own making, in the process becoming even more acutely aware of how much her body had been improved over such a short amount of time. It was perfect fodder for a more primal version of Jackie’s mind, one that craved such stimulation as that, one that desired not only more of it, but to maximize the enjoyment she could receive from it as well; in fact, it didn’t take more than a couple of seconds for her to go from helplessly flailing about while leaning on her hallway-blocking tail to pushing herself onto a standing position, using her improved height to loom over the AI’s conveniently-placed body. It was just Jackie’s luck that the boosts to her ass and thighs had given her just enough extra mass overall that she’d become about a head and a half taller than Sara’s physical avatar, placing the AI platform in the perfect position to do whatever it was she wanted, what with Sara being an active participant in the story. It just so happened that the AI quite enjoyed the notion of sinking both her head and hands directly into as much breastflesh as possible, the softness overflowing from between her fingers in the process. It gave Jackie an entirely undeserved sense of superiority; the sharkess assumed, quite dangerously, that her size had become such that even the ship’s AI had been corrupted by it, and while Sara certainly couldn’t deny that being buried underneath what felt like hundreds of densely compacted pounds of milk-stuffed tit was anything
but heavenly, Jackie also seriously overestimated how much she was in control there, as was the entire point. Thus, it was with a smile on her face that the shark pushed Sara aside, wanting to give her dearest friend a good view of a rear that was quickly becoming a serious impediment when moving inside her ship; it wasn’t big enough that it reached either side of the access hallways, but it was certainly getting there, and the notion of going through doors had become significantly harder to parse than it had been before. Not that Jackie minded, of course; the very fact that she even could get her butt stuck in a doorway was proof positive that her body had become everything she ever wanted it to be, to the point where she was deliberately strutting her stuff whenever Sara was within eyesight. The noises that came with it were powerful enough to make the AI’s audio receptors shake in their sockets, the information overload very close to causing the closest mechanical equivalent of a climax from the pure sound alone; how wonderful then, that this led to Jackie lowering her guard just enough that Sara could walk right up to her and make good use of the tubes she had attached to her back, and the vast quantities of mutagenic gel she had stored within her own chassis. While normally the AI wouldn’t go too far with the amount injected, given the sort of effects it had on living beings in general, and Jackie’s already heavily-modified body in particular, this was not the time for moderation; the sharkess wanted size, and so she was going to get size, one excruciatingly slow inch and ounce at a time. It was so easy for Sara to walk up to the sharkess, to pretend as if she was doing so thanks to being in awe of how much ass was wobbling about, or how heavily Jackie’s tits were hanging low; so easy for the AI to raise her chassis’ hands and deliver a slap straight to one of their friend’s colossal cheeks, creating a reverberating shockwave that apparently decided to just not stop at all… and also using the moment of contact to deliver enough of the compound stored inside of her that Jackie would be receiving a bit of an extra upgrade going further. It wasn’t the sort of growth that came from the narrative, not the physics-defying, nonsensical sort of expansion that could only be achieved with lewd, scandalous words, but a constant; the substance would work through Jackie’s system, expanding upon her enlarged assets and giving her something of an unpredictable boost: while her true size would be slowly increased within the compression field, the outside would remain mostly the same until such a point as the distortions failed… barring the occasional incident where the sharkess would take a wrong step and suddenly find that her foot landed with exceptional strength on the floor, just before her whole body bloated outwards a couple of inches. More boob, more ass, more thighs, but, most importantly, more belly, entirely at random and outside either Sara’s or Tim’s ability to control. Perhaps the unpredictability added a certain element to it that the certainty of the other growth methods didn’t, or perhaps Jackie just really enjoyed moving around, popping her frame through a doorway, and then suddenly finding herself pacing around the room for whatever
reason, occasionally triggering the exposure effect; ten minutes she spent doing this, at the end of which she had to sit down before complaining about how bloated she felt, all while rubbing a belly that didn’t so much look gravid as it did simply swollen, like someone had stuck a hose to her bellybutton and filled it up with soft, supple pudge… which wasn’t that far off from the truth, all things considered. Together with an even fatter ass and a pair of tits that insisted on spilling from her jacket, Jackie should’ve been at the top of her game, making it especially delicious when Sara pranced into the room, her eyes-up display showing off two perfect triangles, the most accurate representation one could find of her mental state. Though the shark insisted that the AI keep their distance, as she wanted to get back up and put all that mass to good use, it was obvious that this was little more than a cheap bluff; the moment Sara actually touched her dear friend, actually sank her fingers directly into the enormous quantities of soft flesh that the sharkess had on their… well, everything, was the moment that Jackie’s eyes rolled upwards into her skull and all forms of control left the building. She still said things, still uttered commands and expressions that could only be described as begging, even as she tried (and failed) to keep a domineering posture. If one were to hear her, one might be excused for thinking she was directing the proceedings, as opposed to the reality of the situation: Sara having full, undisturbed access to the shark’s entire body, practically vanishing underneath curves at times, making the mountainous sharkess wobble aggressively with her unending ministrations. After a point, even Jackie stopped trying to pretend; after all, as far as she knew, it was only her and Sara in there, with this Tim fellow not even being close to her conscious perception. With the rest of the world seemingly unaware, and in fact unable to become aware of what was happening behind closed doors, the sharkess very quickly descended into openly demanding that Sara keep kneading her, as well as a variety of other actions that are best left undescribed, lest anyone other than the AI be made privy to the obscene things that were uttered in that room that day. The two spent hours, a whole afternoon really, whiling away the time and simply enjoying one another’s presence; Sara constantly moving, Jackie constantly bloating, the bed they were on slowly, but surely, breaking apart underneath the sharkess’ weight. It wasn’t too much, certainly not enough that the compressors couldn’t fix it, but by the time Sara decided the story should move along, coincidentally just after she squeezed Tim out of the way when they decided to park themselves in the door to the bedroom, Jackie was… something else. She really did need to readjust her compressor by that point, seeing as her ass had risen like dough, her cheeks crawling up her back, with her tits similarly undergoing a boost in mass and, above all else, productivity; it was nothing short of a miracle, or in this case a convenient narrative device, that not a single drop of milk was spilled, seeing as, even when Jackie was sitting entirely still, her tits’ contents sloshed about so aggressively that it sounded as if the sharkess was deliberately shaking her bust around as hard as she could. It only got worse once
she actually got up and tried moving around, having to play with the compressor’s size setting for a good minute or so just to return to the state she was in before sliding onto her bed under Sara’s attentive care. Though the process once again added even more mass in the hidden dimensional folds, it wasn’t enough to cause much more spillage; as soon as the shark was done compressing herself, she did grow back outwards, but nothing more than a couple of inches of cheek and boob, peanuts compared to her previous growth spurts. The most worrying aspect was her belly, which had for some reason ballooned outwards into a gargantuan, near-perfectly spherical weight slung out at just the right angle to make her stumble and sway whenever she tried moving; it didn’t feel like it was stuffed, just merely heavy, and a few wisps of blue coursing through her skin were enough to let her know just what had happened to her, and why that belly of hers felt like someone had filled it up with a hose until she became a living fluid tank. Surely, extending the compressor field to hide it as well would only make it worse, but the shark was suddenly convinced that she had to go shopping for supplies, somehow, thus prompting her to get rid of the problem in the short run and worry about what came later whenever she crossed that bridge. It was future Jackie’s problem, not hers, especially not when she had so many better things to do, like spend five minutes desperately trying to exit her room after her ass refused to pass through the doorway. At the very least, it gave the sharkess some time to consider how she was supposed to move around the station now that her body, even in its compressed state, had reached the point where she could feasibly ask for special transportation privileges and would get them without the bureaucrats batting an eye at her; in fact, as she stood there trying to force herself through the doorway without bending the metal around her, Jackie realized that the simplest way of moving about would be not on her own two feet, but simply waiting for one of the many transport shuttles ferrying people to and fro. It was a wonderful idea, especially considering that it would allow her to quite conspicuously get in the way of whoever happened to be around her while still acting as if things were perfectly normal… though, given how her mind had yet to parse that anything was technically out of the ordinary, perhaps “acting” was not the correct word to use. There was a certain element of genuineness to it, the way that Jackie walked around, her body wobbling in such a wild manner that it was a wonder that she could keep her balance at all; one would expect the vast mounds attached to her chest would tip her over, but then again, the frankly ludicrous amounts of ass she sported behind her would surely act as a counterbalance. No, the biggest issue, for lack of a better word, was the round, suspiciously-loud belly that she’d developed after her stint with Sara back at the ship, and how, for whatever reason, it insisted on slowly swelling outwards despite the fact that it really shouldn’t be doing such a thing. It’d be a waste, really, to have a gut so thoroughly stuffed not become even larger, doubly so with the amounts of unstable growth agent having been pumped into it; after all, it was one of Jackie’s deepest, most arousing fantasies to see herself bloat with what was unmistakably either
blueberry juice or a close-enough analogue, and as Sara was their most faithful and dearest friend, not to mention enabler, the one thing she could, the one thing she should do, was throw that into the narrative and see what happened. Of course, given the odds of it going out of control, and quite worryingly so given how the sharkess was supposed to take a shuttle, it was important to have a sense of restraint; sure, when the vehicle showed up at the closest ferry point to the sharkess, she had to take several minutes just to get through the door, on account of the driver not having been informed of a hyper passenger, which is exactly what should happen! It wasn’t enough for Jackie that her body had become too large to fit inside her own ship, but now her form had spilled out to such a degree that it seriously inconvenienced local transport infrastructure, and left the poor man behind the wheel looking so red that it contrasted beautifully with the deepening, ever-more-present hints of blue swirling within her still-growing belly. Truly a dream come true, but alas, the necessities of the narrative are such that the sharkess needed to actually get on the shuttle, rather than simply being stuck in the door; not that the two people in charge wouldn’t grant her the pleasure of having her tits be unable to pass through without some serious elbow grease, nor would they deny Jackie the ability to see her ass seemingly swell into the frame that she just became free of, but it was important to at least keep her mobile enough as to be able to move into the shuttle itself, not to mention within a certain weight range, as to prevent the transport vehicle from collapsing underneath her. This was, of course, nothing but a secondary concern; the most important factor in the narrative was exactly what Jackie commissioned it to be: a perpetual climb towards ever-higher, increasingly more absurd sizes and weights, with her at the center. If anything, the mere thought of becoming so colossal that transport shuttles designed to ferry dozens of people, including hyper-sized ones if needed, would break down completely just because she was on one, would perhaps be the single most delectable thought to ever go through Jackie’s mind. And a dangerous one, given the sort of uncontrolled growth that could take place if either of the two in charge of her size happened to lose control of their own urges. Thankfully, as an AI unit, and a rather advanced one at that, Sara had no such issues with self-control; rather, she was simply capable of observing reality for what it was, and analyzing far more variables than any creature of flesh and blood could, a form of advanced computation that told her that Jackie not only wanted to keep growing, but deserved such a fate. Sadly, it would seem that her belly had already grown so much just from the simple act of walking from her ship to the shuttle, then boarding it and finding a spot around the middle, that the poor thing had effectively become immobilized, rooted in her spot by a perfectly round, gurgling, sloshing, juice-filled stomach that grew a stronger hue of blue by the second; one wondered how exactly this happened, but such a realization was not as important as the simple fact that Jackie now had to contend with one part of her body massively outstripping the rest.
So used was she to her ass and tits billowing outwards that the sight of her belly dominating her frame in that way was difficult for her to adapt to, even for someone whose thought process wasn’t entirely her own. Or, perhaps, the ones in charge of said thought process apparently decided to give her a certain amount of awareness of what was happening, which would spell doom for the entire project the moment the sharkess’ arousal reached a point of no-return, which as far as Sara cared, was not only the desired outcome, but the best possible one. After all, the more aroused Jackie became, the higher the odds of her belly bloating even faster, as the compound the AI had pumped into the sharkess’ body reacted with the hormonal storm taking place within them and led to even greater gains; within minutes, the entire shuttle would be groaning ominously as the weight inside of it raced to the safety limit, Jackie alone more than capable of making up for several other hypers by sheer virtue of lacking a compressor that could hold her down, which would naturally lead to her realizing that perhaps it was best for her not to feed that particular monster. She was, at the end of the day, still inside a transport shuttle, which was itself navigating a wide-open space in the central access shaft the station was built around, and as arousing as the idea of outgrowing a vehicle like that was, it wouldn’t be pretty if it actually happened. Besides, she had other people around her, people who were becoming increasingly worried at the sight of the sharkess’ blueberry belly taking up increasingly large amounts of space in the middle of the shuttle, encroaching upon nearby seats and just barely avoiding squishing itself around and over the metal poles used to give standing passengers something to hold onto. It felt that for every second that passed, another inch was added to her circumference, like a hose had been attached to her belly and her entire form was set to bloat until someone decided to pull the plug; someone who certainly wouldn’t be Sara, for whom such a sight was naught but the culmination of everything Jackie had ever wanted, and thus deserved nothing less than continuous escalation. This obviously posed a series of structural problems which the AI clearly hadn’t considered, hence why it simply couldn’t be allowed to happen; it was an interesting situation, given that the narrative, though crafted by two sets of hands, was still technically under the ultimate control of someone who wasn’t merely a guest, who could thus force the other’s hand if required. Now, this wasn’t necessarily something that the lynx wanted to do, hence why it was even being written down to begin, but seeing as the sharkess’ belly had already begun to push against opposite sides of the shuttle’s interior, its walls starting to buckle and bow outwards from the pressure, it was important to know where exactly the two writers stood when it came down to giving Jackie what she wanted without sacrificing the shark’s physical integrity in the process. A spoilsport, really, but unfortunately one whose words carried a certain amount of truth; besides, it wasn’t as if Sara wanted her lovely Jackie to come to a premature end, just that they be allowed to experience the full breadth of the experiences they set themselves up for, rather than the discount version.
Such a concern was entirely unfounded, obviously; the lynx was more than happy to give the sharkess exactly what she wanted and far more, only in a way that made some amount of narrative sense and didn’t immediately blow its load at earliest convenience. Why go for the ultimate explosion of size right off the bat when one could build up to it and end up with an even grander finale if one merely had some patience? Patience, perhaps, was not the correct term to use, but alas, the AI could see that this was a battle she wasn’t going to win… at least not in the conventional sense. At the end of the day, she could find some solace in the fact that, in between her little battle with her co-writer and the constant exposure to both the growth compound and the conjoined horny energies of three very obscene little lewdsters, Jackie’s belly, by that point stuffed with so much blueberry juice that it was a wonder there was enough space for all that sloshing to take place, had become… quite something. It still fit inside the shuttle, even if just barely, but not only did it overspill onto multiple rows of seats, having forced several people to get up and move to save themselves, but it had warped the very structural frame of the transport itself, bending the sleek, aerodynamic design into a rounded, bloated mess; quite fitting, given the sheer size of her gut! This posed a slight issue for movement, which was the whole point of taking a shuttle in the first place, but thankfully, there was a clever solution that would not only wrap up that inconvenient plot thread, but perhaps give everyone involved something they could all enjoy: why not take all of the excess mass, slung out and pressurized against the shuttle’s walls, and shunt it back into the compressor field that Jackie was carrying… only to then reform it into a shape that could best fit into its limited amount of storage space? After all, the sharkess already had a single pair of body-obscuring tits attached to her and she could move around just fine, so how hard would it be to develop a second one right underneath the first? Deliciously, the sheer amount of mass being re-compressed into the shark’s body was more than enough to keep her original pair at its current size while fashioning the second one to be just as large, just as stuffed, and just as productive; before Jackie knew it, her jacket was stretched out and overfilled even more than before, her mind struggling to comprehend where exactly those extra weights came from as her ears were assaulted with the endless, nigh-on excessive amount of noise emanating from her four milk factories. With her lowermost pair grazing the ground and yet still large enough to help push the uppermost to the point where she had to carefully part her cleavage to be able to see, it was all that Jackie could do to keep herself from losing her mind purely from standing and listening to herself, to say nothing of the cacophony of liquids that came when she tried to take a step after the shuttle came to a halt. The floor itself shook whenever she moved, her hyper-dense, compressed state being enough to cause slight spatial distortions around herself, doubly so considering that the raw mass siphoned into her wasn’t entirely absorbed by her body, having had to find someplace else to settle… and seeing as the AI wasn’t about to give up on the idea of a stuffed, juice-filled belly
sloshing about, the existence of a second, thankfully unaware volunteer made for the perfect opportunity to add a second source of sloshing to the already infernal cacophony leaving everyone for a mile around wondering if the station’s fluid tanks had been cracked open. |
Title: Dormitory Slut's Christmas Break
Tags: gay threesome, anal sex, oral sex, missionary position, christmas break, gay sex
*This is an entry in the Winter Holiday Contest, and is a story of the further adventures of Lester Logan, a student at State University and the self-styled dormitory slut. For further details on his carnal adventures, see previous stories.*
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It was the evening of December 21, the beginning of Winter Break, which almost everybody calls Christmas Break, and Lester Logan was in something of a quandary over what he should do. For two weeks, through Sunday, January 6 of the following year, he would not be attending any of his classes at State University, which meant he would be free to do almost anything he wanted. Most of the other men in his dorm were going home to visit family, and he considered that as a possibility. However, the trip would be expensive, and his relatives have virtually disowned him because of his sexual orientation. He is gay, and they know it and consider that fact to be a terrible blot on the family name, and would far rather he try to spend as little time in their presence as he can manage.
He does have friends in his home town, and he would have liked to see some of them again, but nobody there was really close. Being a gay man, he had no straight friends he would particularly want to travel to see, and the few other gay men he knew there had moved away or partnered up among themselves. The friends who remained would be glad enough to see him, but it is well known that two is company and three is a crowd, and he knew he would be that third person when around those friends and their partners.
Staying in the dormitory over the break would have its advantages. "I could get caught up on my studying," Lester told himself, referring to the pre-med course he was taking. "Maybe even get a little ahead, with no classes to attend and no new assignments."
He had some close associates in the dormitory, and the thought of them made him smile. They often studied together and, after their minds were filled with medical and other scientific details, some of them undressed and fucked him in his ass or were sucked off by him until he and they climaxed, often multiple times. He didn't know how many would be staying over the break but, if a few of them were and they were in the mood for more of that kind of activity, that would definitely help him make up his mind.
"Stan will be staying here," he mused.
That was a reference to his roommate and most frequent sex partner. Stanley Brady is a bear of a man and also a pre-med student, as are most of the young men in the dorm. For his own personal reasons, which he did not care to talk about, Stan would be staying over, and he had let Lester know how much he would enjoy more of what they had been doing for the last three months. The thought of his roommate's big, hard cock and the way it had felt in his ass and mouth were the two most important factors in Lester's decision to stay in the dormitory for the next two weeks. He called his family to tell them he would be staying. They seemed more relieved than disappointed at the news, but they did wish him a merry Christmas and a happy New Year.
Besides being roommates, regular sex partners and study buddies, Lester and Stan are also friends, and they frequently eat together at the cafeteria in the student union. The evening of December 21 was one of those times, and they were joined by Justin Crowley, another young dorm mate and pre-med student who regularly shared sexual pleasures with the cute blonde twink. He was a bear too, and Lester wondered if he was staying in the dorm over the winter break, and if he would also be interested in sharing some carnal fun, possibly beginning that night.
"Hi, Les. Hi, Stan," he greeted the two as he placed his tray on the long table they had to themselves.
They returned the greeting. Many people had already left for the holiday, and the place was much less crowded than it usually would have been on a Friday evening. According to Pauletta Powers, the weekend manager, the cafeteria would be open for the next two weeks, but with a smaller staff and less choice available. All three of the men had, coincidentally, settled on a hamburger and macaroni casserole, and Justin commented on how the food there would be even duller than usual for the next two weeks.
"Oh? Are you staying here over the Christmas break?" Lester asked the man who had just joined them.
He tried to avoid sounding too interested, but he couldn't help remembering how Justin had been the first man at the university to fuck his ass, after he had sucked Stanley off three times. The fourth blow job for his roommate had been simultaneous with Justin's big cock massaging his prostate, which he thinks of and refers to as his clit, and that evening was still one of the fondest memories he had of being the dormitory slut, or even in his life as a gay man. He hoped he would be able to store away a memory just as good that evening.
"Yeah," Justin answered his query. "There's nothing I really want to go home to, and I'd just as soon stay here and get caught up on my coursework. How about you guys?"
"I am too," Lester replied. "Staying here over the Christmas break. Like you, I don't have anything or anybody I really want to go home to."
"I'm staying too." Stanley gave no reason for his choice of action, and nobody asked him for one, figuring it was his own business.
The three men looked at each other; especially the two bears looked at Lester. They were horny, as only young single men can get on a Friday evening when they are without female companionship, and they both wondered how the cute blonde man would feel about a hot sex session after they left the cafeteria. Lester knew how he felt, and he also knew he would be the one to decide if their night would conclude in a jolly threesome in his bed. He already knew Stanley wanted and expected to enjoy a sexual rendezvous after dinner, and he was fairly sure Justin would want to join in.
"How about coming up to mine and Stan's room and having some fun after we get done eating."
"I'd love it," Justin answered. "As long as it's okay with you, Stan."
"No problem."
For the three men, that settled what they would be doing that night. The only question that might arise would be how many times they would come during their session. For the rest of the meal, nothing more was said on the subject, and conversation was on classes and gossip about some of their classmates. When they left, it was to walk together over to the dorm and upstairs to the room occupied by the two roommates. Stanley unlocked the door and locked it again when all three were inside. Because he spends much of his time naked, Lester likes to keep the temperature fairly warm, so they all immediately took off their jackets and tossed them onto Stanley's bed.
As usual, they removed their shoes at the door, and Lester sat down on his bed to also remove his socks, because he considers it to be showing disrespect not to take them off, if possible, before sex. The other two men sat beside him to follow his example. As always, there was a brief moment of awkwardness while Justin and Stan waited for the man who would be their sex partner to make the first move. Either of them expected to be sucked off and to fuck Les in his cute, tight ass, but they would wait for him to determine the order of who did what and when.
He didn't make them wait very long. Stanley was sitting to his left, and Lester reached over with his right hand and started to pull down the zipper on the big man's pants. The bear grinned happily and, while Lester reached into the fly of his boxer shorts, leaned back on his hands to enjoy what was about to happen.
It was not hard at first, but the gentle fondling started to stiffen Stan's cock, and a few strokes between his roommate's lips turned his shaft as hard as the steel legs of the bed. The position was rather awkward, so Lester stood up and took the face towel hanging on the head of the bed and placed it on the floor in front of where he would be kneeling. After licking the head of the stiff cock, he knelt in front of Stanley and started to unfasten his belt so he could pull the man's pants all the way off. The bear sat up then and removed his shirt and, after his pants and shorts had been removed, he was totally naked.
Seeing what was happening, Justin was elated to know he was going to be the first to fuck the succulent ass of the blonde twink. He got up also and went to the dresser where he knew there were condoms and Aqualube on top, as well as a damp towel, and brought them back. He undressed himself and, after applying the condom, knelt behind Les and started providing the same service for the kneeling man. While continuing to slowly suck Stanley's cock in and out of his mouth, Lester raised his knees, one at a time, from the floor to help with his disrobing. Justin also removed the kneeling man's shirt and, when they were done, all three of the youthful students were naked and all were eager for some hot sex.
The next thing that needed to be done was the preparation of Lester's ass. He reached back to spread his cheeks, and Justin inserted the tip of the squeeze bottle of lubricant and squirted in a big dollop. The finger that was inserted to spread the Aqualube was long enough to massage his clit, and Les squirmed and wiggled in avid anticipation of something longer and thicker that would be doing more of the same, but doing it much better. He didn't have to wait very long because, after he used more of the lube to coat his erection, the man who would be fucking him was just as eager to get his cock into the tight, oily place he had just prepared.
Using the thumb and finger of his left hand, Justin reached between the soft and creamy white cheeks being held apart for him and pried open the pink hole in the center. With his right hand, he guided his cock, pressed it against the target awaiting him and moved it up and down to make a small penetration. When the tip of his cock was between the edges of the waiting orifice, he gave a firm but gentle thrust and sighed happily when the head wedged into the place it was seeking.
Lester removed his mouth from around Stanley's cock and cooed in joy when he felt the opening being stretched. He knew Justin was well-hung, and would be able to expand his ass really well. Even better, Stan's erect cock was bigger, which meant he would provide a more thorough reaming later, when it was his turn. That was why Lester chose to be fucked in the order he did, so his lucky ass would be stretched by both men that evening.
"My god, Les! You seem to get tighter all the time," Justin exclaimed, but not in a complaining manner as he squeezed in an inch of his hard shaft.
"Maybe you're just getting bigger. Sex with another guy can do that, I hear."
Justin laughed at that riposte. As a pre-med student, he knew that wasn't so, but it was a pleasant thought. He thrust forward again, and two more inches of his hard shaft drove into the ass he loved to fuck. He was imbedded deeply enough that he no longer needed to guide his cock, so he used the wet towel to wipe the excess lubricant from his hands and placed them on either of Lester's hips. With his next thrust he pulled back and drove forward again, and his cock burrowed its way almost all the way inside. One more slow stroke plunged the rest of his shaft into where he wanted it, and he remained in that position, letting the tightness and the moving muscles give him a great massage that he knew would quickly get better.
With his ass delightfully full of rigid cock and his hands no longer needed to spread his cheeks, Lester took hold of the cock of the patiently waiting Stanley and leaned forward to take it back into his mouth. He began by licking all over the head, especially the slit, moving his tongue lower to caress under the hard ridge and, finally, opening his mouth wide and engulfing the entire length, until his lips and nose were being tickled by the bear's pubic hair. He remained like that, caressing the length with his tongue, until he felt Justin starting to slowly withdraw from his ass.
Lester replicated the man behind him by raising his head, caressing Stan's big cock with his mouth all the way, until just the head was nestled between his lips. When he felt the other hard cylinder surging into his ass, he lowered his face, enveloping Stanley's cock again, until his mouth and nose were once more being tickled. That's the pattern Lester likes to follow when he is letting himself be shared by two men as he was that night -- let the man behind him set the pace while he filled and emptied his mouth in the same tempo.
As Justin drove his cock in and out of his dorm mate's ass, with Lester fucking back to meet each stroke, he couldn't help thinking of how it was tighter and felt better than most pussies of his experience. Like Stanley, he is straight and, all things being the same, would rather be fucking a woman than a man, but all things were not the same. The woman he occasionally dated had left by airplane that afternoon, and he had nobody but Lester available for the next two weeks.
Stanley's situation was quite similar. The previous day, he had argued with his occasional girlfriend, and she was planning to leave the next morning and had canceled their date for that night. His parents are separated and planning on divorcing and live hundreds of miles apart, and he did not want to appear to take sides, so he was not going to be visiting either of them. However, he would call them both on Christmas Day.
Lester was well aware he was nothing more than a replacement for the women the two men with him then and the others in the dorm would have preferred. He didn't care, as long as his needs were taken care of. They were using him, he knew, but he was using them too, and everybody was having a lot of fun doing it, so he was willing to settle for that unless something better came along. There are other gay men on the campus, but those he knows about are all militants, and he considered his sexual orientation to be his business and that of his sex partners, so he had almost nothing to do with other gays.
He definitely did not miss them, at least not sexually, when there were guys like the two well-hung bears who were sharing his bed that night. Justin in back of him was steadily plowing his big giver of pleasure in and out of Les's ass, spreading the opening, expanding the channel and, best of all, massaging his clit with every stroke. Stan's big cock felt almost as good. It was the perfect size -- big enough to spread his lips and fill his mouth, but not so big that he would be unable to move it around inside as he stroked with his lips. Lester's tongue reveled in the smooth feel of the skin stretched so tightly over the hard roundness, and he laved every inch he could reach. He was getting some of the hottest sex of his life that night, and was aware the best was yet to happen.
His own cock was as rigid as either of those that were pleasuring him and was swinging from side to side under his body. Lester reached down, held his shaft gently in his hand and started to stroke slowly, in the same tempo as the two much bigger cocks that were giving him so much fun. Nobody was in a hurry to come, and all three men thought it would be nice for each of them to climax within a few seconds of everybody else, if they could manage to accomplish that. More than anything, though, each of them wanted to give and to receive the most pleasure possible, and they fucked and sucked and stroked slowly for a long time with that goal in mind.
I'm almost ready to come, Les," Stanley finally announced.
"Me too," Justin added, and he started plowing his cock harder and faster into the soft, white ass in front of him.
Lester could feel the big cock throbbing inside his mouth, and he tightened his lips around the shaft and started sucking faster, still in rhythm with the other hard cylinder going in and out of him, and using shorter strokes. He fucked his ass back to meet Justin too, keeping pace with that partner's faster thrusts, while the movements of his hand matched the increased tempo, because he could feel his own orgasm building up.
"Oh! Oh, god! Ah!" Justin exclaimed as his climax started to explode. He drove his cock harder and faster into the ass in front of him, pulling back on Lester's hips to achieve maximum depth. "Ahhh" he sighed happily as he ejaculated, filling his condom with a big gush of cum.
He didn't stop, but he did slow down and kept plunging his cock in and out of the marvelous ass that had given him such a great climax. He continued until two more spurts of semen joined the first one, before leaning slightly forward, with his hands on the other man's hips and his cock still imbedded all the way to his pubic hair. The movements of the man whose ass he had just fucked kept sending ripples of pleasure through his body and, he knew, his cock was giving joy to Lester as well.
"Oh, yeah," Stan sang out joyfully as he unloaded a big wad of cum into his cute roommate's warm, wet cavern of pleasure.
He was not satisfied with one spurt either, and Lester knew it as well as anyone. The happy twink continued sucking and felt two more viscous bursts gush into his mouth. He didn't stop then, but continued until he was sure there would be no more. The first load of semen that night was swirled around in his mouth so he could relish the taste and viscosity before allowing it to slide down his throat.
There was still more of Stan's cum, and the man who had earned that treat licked every drop from his shaft before placing his thumb on the base directly in front of the bear's scrotum and the fingers of that hand on the opposite side of his cock. Moving his hand slowly toward his mouth, Lester's tongue caught all the cum that oozed out of Stanley's cock, before savoring this mouthful the same as he had the first.
The great fucking his ass and mouth had gotten, combined with the delicious taste and the texture of the delicious semen he had ingested had brought Les to the verge of his climax, and the big shaft still stuffed inside his ass was finishing the job. As he stroked his cock faster and faster, a great geyser of intense pleasure welled up inside him and exploded out his cock. He ejaculated twice onto the face towel on the floor, which had been put there for that purpose, before he was through coming.
The hamburger and macaroni casserole he had eaten earlier hadn't been all that tasty, and Lester knew what he could do about it. The flavor of Stanley's semen had helped some, and he knew the other cockfull that was protruding from Justin's crotch would chase the slightly unpleasant aftertaste completely away. The young man remained on his knees and Lester carefully removed the condom and set it aside, to be disposed of later. Holding the base of the hard shaft, which was still almost fully erect, he licked upward on its length, like a boy licking a melting Popsicle, until he had cleaned all the cum from its entire length. The juices that remained inside were treated as those inside his other partner's cock had been.
So far, the evening had been fabulous, and Lester was elated when he realized it was going to get even more delightful. From the licking and fondling he had done, Justin's cock had become fully erect, and he started sucking the hard organ in and out of his mouth. Even better, he saw Stan go to the dresser and, when he returned, he was rolling a condom onto his erection, which was just as rigid as the first one to fuck his ass that night, and even bigger.
The cock surging in and out of his mouth felt so good Lester couldn't bear to remove it, but he did reach back to spread his cheeks. From being prepared and fucked by the first man, his ass was almost ready, but he hoped Stanley would cover his cock with more of the Aqualube. When he felt the blunt tip pressed against his needy hole, he wiggle his ass to encourage rapid and full penetration, and the man behind him was not in the least averse to that idea either.
Stanley had fucked enough asses, Lester's and others, that he knew enough to apply the lubricant to his cock, besides what was still in the tight place he was about to insert it. He held his shaft in one hand, and before thrusting into the cute pink hole that was so available to him, he moved it up and down so the tip was just inside the edges. When that was ready, he pushed forward, and felt the head wedge its way into where he wanted it.
That was where Lester wanted it too, and he murmured happily but silently, for his mouth was too full to allow him to make any sounds. The second surge of Stanley's big cock was even better, because it pressed against his clit, sending ripples of exquisite pleasure coursing through his body. The third was even better, because it stretched his ass more, expanded the adjacent channel and, best of all, massaged his prostate gland as it penetrated deeper and again as it drew back. The pleasure inundating his body was fantastic, but he knew of a way to make it even better.
Briefly, Lester took Justin's cock out of his mouth and advised him: "Lie on your back, and I can do you even better."
As good as Les's mouth was making his cock feel, the young man believed it could be even more fun, so he lay down, with his legs spread on either side of the twink's knees. Lester smiled at the delightful sight and leaned forward to rest his elbows on the floor and take the big, hard cock into his mouth. As he did, he bowed his back, raising his hips and presenting his ass as a better target to the man who was starting to stuff it so thoroughly.
Stanley had plowed his cock far enough inside Lester that he no longer needed to guide it, so he wiped his hands on the same damp towel Justin had used earlier and placed them on his roommate's hips for leverage. He pulled back as he thrust his cock in more deeply, and the entire shaft burrowed its way into the tight oily hole it had gotten to know so well. Stan remained like that for almost a minute, letting the small movements of Lester's body massage his shaft, before slowly drawing back, pausing and plunging his cock all the way in again, until his pubic hair was tickling the soft insides of his partner's cheeks.
During that pause, Lester felt bolts of joy rocketing through his body from the same three places Justin had pleasured, but even stronger, for the hard cock cramming him was bigger. He hadn't quit sucking, nor had he even paused, because the stiff shaft inside his mouth felt wonderful too. The girth was just enough to spread his lips and teeth apart, but not so great that it caused him any strain to his jaw or couldn't be caressed by his tongue. That was one of the many great parts of sucking off Justin, feeling the smooth skin stretched so tightly over the roundness of his cock.
The fucking and sucking started in earnest, as Stanley began plunging his big, stiff shaft in and out of the beautiful ass in front of him. As he had before, Les allowed the man behind him to set the pace and fucked back to meet his deep thrusts while moving his head back and forth in the same tempo and engulfing the other man's cock in his mouth. Everything about what he was doing and what was being done to him felt so fantastic, he wanted to make it last, so he refrained from moving too rapidly.
As before, everybody there wanted the same thing, and they all took their time. Except for their sighs and murmurs and grunts of pleasure, none of them said anything, because there was really nothing to say. Finally, after almost half an hour of slowly and steadily driving his cock in and out of his roommate's ass, Stanley broke the silence.
"I'm almost ready to come." Having made the announcement, he began plowing his shaft at an increased pace into the soft white ass that felt so good.
Lester didn't say anything aloud, but signaled his approval with the thumb and index finger of his right hand and started sucking the other cock faster. He knew Justin was close to coming too and, after less than a minute of the faster pace, he felt the thick cylinder starting to throb inside his mouth. He had been giving deep throat, but he stopped doing that and tightened his lips around the hard shaft as he started sucking even faster.
"Me too. I'm ready to come too," Justin announced unnecessarily.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Stanley moaned in joy as he started fucking Lester harder and faster and just as deeply. "Oh yeah!" he cried out as he climaxed and shot a big load of cum into his condom.
This was quickly followed by two more bursts. He was through coming then and leaned back on his heels in order to avoid piling his weight onto the man whose ass had just given him that great climax. Seconds after Stanley's last ejaculation, Justin moaned from the excruciating pleasure he was getting and deposited a big burst of his semen onto Lester's tongue, which was exactly where the young blonde wanted it. Although he continued sucking for another two minutes, Les could only tease one more gob of cum out of Justin's cock.
He treated that viscous mouthful the same as he had the first one that night and, after Stanley had returned from the bathroom where he went to dispose of his condom, Lester sucked all the delicious cum from his cock and swallowed that too, licking his lips to make sure there were no drops he had missed.
After Justin and Stanley came for the second time that night, they had to rest a few minutes, and Lester had no objection to that. He wanted to come another time himself, and knew the best time to do that would be when his mouth and ass were as well crammed as they had already been twice that night. All three naked men sat on the floor leaning against the bed, with the horny twink in the middle and fondling both cocks so he would be able to get them hard enough for more of the gay sex he loved.
Both bears are young men, but they had come twice already, and it took quite a while before they had erections sufficient to fill Lester's mouth again. Neither of them became erect enough to fuck his ass, which is what he would have preferred, but he settled for kneeling in front of them while they sat on his bed and alternating his mouth between them. After almost an hour of stroking the two shafts between his lips, he elicited an ejaculation from Justin and, a few minutes later, Stanley also filled his mouth. This time, Lester had placed the face towel on the floor so he could masturbate, and he shot two bursts of his own semen onto the cloth.
By that time, it was late, and all three men were tired and satisfied after some of the best sex any of them had ever gotten. Justin said "goodnight" and went to his own room, and the other men soon followed his example. Lester's ass was a bit sore from taking the two big cocks, but it was a very pleasant feeling, and it reminded him of how great it had been, quite possibly the best night of sex in his life as a gay man.
Stanley awoke with an erection the next morning, as he always does, but it disappeared after he urinated. Lester waited until his roommate, who had slept nude as is his wont, finished in the bathroom before using it himself. When he emerged, Stanley was dressed and obviously not interested in any sex that morning, which was alright with Les, because he didn't feel the need for any more either. The previous night had been so great, he doubted he would need to do anything that evening either.
But they were both very interested in breakfast, and Stanley waited until his friend had gotten dressed. "Last night was terrific, Les," he commented. "I'm really glad we're roommates."
"Me too. I mean, it was great for me and I'm glad we're roommates too."
Nothing more was said about the previous night's great carnal adventure, and nothing more would be said. They both expected to get together again, probably frequently during the Christmas break, even if it would not be that night.
Stanley had some errands he needed to attend to that Saturday, so he left the cafeteria immediately after finishing his meal. Lester had nothing urgent to take care of so, after finishing his coffee and toasted bagel with cream cheese, he went to the big urn in the corner for a refill of the former. When he returned to the same table, he was very pleasantly surprised to see Martin Briggs, a tall, athletic African-American who is a dorm mate and had been his sex partner a few times.
"Hi, Marty," he said, reaching out for a handshake."
"G'morning, Les," his friend replied as he responded with his own right hand. "Are you another of those guys who didn't go home for the Christmas break?"
"Yeah. And you?"
"Sure am. My parents are divorced, and they're pretty much divorced from me too. I just didn't have any reason to go anywhere. I hoped I could go with my new chick, but she's not ready to get that involved yet. Probably never will be."
"Well, if you get horny without her, you know whom to come to."
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about," Marty replied. "I'm already horny, and I thought we could do something about it."
Lester smiled happily. "My place or your place?"
"I'd rather go to my room so we can listen to my CD player. My roommate's gone for the next two weeks, so we won't be interrupted. If that's okay with you."
"It's more than okay; it sounds great. Do you have anything by Barry White?"
"I sure do. I'm a big fan of him, and I've got almost everything he ever did on a special set of CD's that I burned myself."
Lester was very glad to hear that, and the thought of hearing the voice of Big Barry during sex made his ass tingle. "Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go!"
The two men strolled to the dormitory. Although they walked casually enough, they were both eager to reach their destination - Martin's bed. His room is just down the hall from the one shared by Stan and Lester and, after unlocking the door and holding it open for his guest, he closed and bolted it behind them. Before doing anything else, Martin went to the CD changer which he keeps on a shelf above the head of his bed and turned it on. Seconds later, the deep, sexy voice of the late Barry White filled the room.
Lester was enthralled by the first song to be played, which was Barry telling some lucky woman to remove her clothes, including her panties and bra. Not ever having been interested in dressing in drag, he had never worn such items, but he almost wished he had, so he could remove them at the behest of his favorite vocalist. The only thing he removed was his jacket, which he hung on the hook inside the door before sitting and waiting for Marty to join him so the anticipated carnal fun could begin.
Martin was as avid as Les, and he shucked his jacket off and sat next to him to let the cute blonde reach over and place his hand on the African-American's thigh. The questing hand quickly moved upward to where a stiff cock was creating a bulge in the tight blue jeans and caressed Marty there briefly before being joined by the other hand to unbutton and unzip the fly. The owner of that stiff cock spread his legs slightly and leaned back to relax on the bed as more good things began to happen to him.
The next of those good things was Lester reaching through the fly of Martin's shorts to gently fondle the erect cock there. It was too big and too hard to pull through the front opening of his jockey shorts, but this was no problem, since he was going to be removing them anyhow. Lester quickly got up, knelt in front of his friend and started to pull his jeans down. Martin sat up then and lifted his ass from the bed so his pants could be pulled down to his ankles.
He could have left it at that, but Lester saw no reason for Martin and himself not to get completely undressed for their sexual adventure together, because they, literally, had all day. Before pulling his pants all the way off, he removed the shoes and socks from the object of his lust. Marty was getting with the program too, and he had removed his shirt and undershirt, leaving him wearing just his shorts. Of course, they didn't stay on very long.
Lester gave the hard shaft a gentle squeeze through the cotton fabric before placing the tips of his fingers in the elastic waistband and starting to pull down. Once again, Martin raised his ass from the bed and Les carefully worked the last garment down and around the erection, letting the stiff cock happily spring to attention. After kissing the head, he pulled the shorts the rest of the way off and tossed them aside. As Lester already knew, the cock which would be pleasuring him that morning was a nice size, although not as big as the two he had cavorted with the previous night, and resembled a large chocolate bar. Much as he would have done with a real bar of chocolate, Les licked around the head before slipping it into his mouth and starting to stroke its length between his lips.
Barry White's voice was still rumbling, by then a song about getting hotter all the time, and that certainly applied to the two men in the dormitory room. Martin was getting hotter all the time from watching his cock sliding in and out of the mouth in the pretty face and gazing at the blue eyes and at the blonde hair that was swaying from side to side. Lester was getting hotter too, from the way the erect shaft was filling his mouth and the exquisite sensation when he laved its smooth, tight skin with his tongue.
As wonderful as Marty's cock felt in his mouth, what Lester really wanted was to have its full length plunging in and out of his ass and massaging his clit. He took the hard shaft out of his mouth and smiled around it at Martin.
"I hope you don't mind, but what I really want is to get this big dude in my ass," he suggested.
"That's fine with me. But I want to try a different position I read about."
Lester had no objection to that idea, so he sat down on the bed and, while Barry White was singing Change and Come on, he removed all his clothes. Martin watched and, when Les was as naked as he, got off the bed, pulled a pillow down to the foot and stood behind it with his erect cock protruding from his crotch.
"Lie on your back with your ass on the pillow," he instructed his partner.
Lester had used that form of the missionary position, before, and it was one of his favorites, but he had only done it with other gay men. Usually, the top man would masturbate the bottom while fucking his ass, but he was reluctant to ask an essentially straight man to do that for him. He decided to let Martin set the pace and, when he was ready, he would stroke his own cock at the same tempo. Since he would be squirting his juices on his own bare belly, he would not need to have a face towel in front of him to catch his semen.
As he moved into the desired position, Martin went to the night stand and took out condoms and a small bottle of Aqualube. "I've been wanting to get you up here for a long time, and I've been prepared," he remarked while holding the latex disk against the tip of his cock and rolling it into place.
Les knew what was expected of him and, with Marty standing in place, began to raise his legs, beginning with the left one. The man who was about to fuck him helped, lifting the leg until that ankle was resting against his own right shoulder. The other leg was treated the same way, and Lester was looking up into the smiling face of the tall man. He reached under his body and spread his ass cheeks, really looking forward to what was about to start happening.
Martin squirted a good dollop of the lubricant into the open hole and spread it evenly with the middle finger of one hand. He coated his latex-covered cock, and both men were prepared for what they knew would be some great fucking. Lester's hips were already squirming in anticipation when he felt the blunt head of the other man's cock pressing against his ass and moving up and down to make a small penetration. When the end was within the soft pink edges, Marty thrust forward and the head wedged into the place that wanted it so badly. He continued holding his shaft in his hand and, seconds later, thrust forward again. That time, Lester felt more than an inch of hard cock burrow into his eager ass.
Barry White had just started singing There it Is when Lester begged his partner to give him the whole cock. "Yes! Right there! There it is!" he urged him.
Martin wanted nothing more than to plunge his entire cock into the cute blonde man's ass and give him a great fucking, and needed no encouragement. His next stroke raked across Lester's prostate, and the man on the bed cried out in joy at the fantastic sensation.
His cock was imbedded deeply enough that Martin no longer needed to guide it, so he placed his hands on the fronts of Lester's thighs for leverage. His next firm thrust drove almost the entire shaft into the delightful place that wanted it so much, and the avid twink fucked back to meet the stroke and babbled of his delight.
"Oh, god, that feels good. Keep doing that! Give me your whole dick!"
That was exactly what he got with the next stroke. Just as Barry White started crooning Put Me in Your Mix, Martin plunged the rest of his cock into the ass that yearned for it. They stayed like that for a minute, both men reveling in the exquisite pleasure they were already receiving. Lester was writhing in pleasure from the waves of joy sweeping through his body from where his ass was being stretched, the adjacent channel was being expanded and his clit was getting the massage it loved so much. His small movements, combined with the action of Les's internal muscles, were sending quiivers of bliss through Marty's body, and their sounds of lust being satisfied formed an erotic duet.
Wonderful as the sensations were, things would get better once the heavy duty fucking started, so Martin slowly drew his cock out until just the head was still inside, paused, and drove the entire shaft back into the tunnel of joy. When Lester felt the thick cylinder surging into his ass, he fucked back to meet it, and the stroke ended with Marty's cock all the way inside and his pubic hair tickling the soft insides of Les's cheeks.
The next stroke was the same, as was the one after that. Both men were loudly moaning in bliss and Lester's body was rocking from side to side as he fucked back to meet the thrusts of his partner's cock while building toward an orgasm. The Aqualube was working perfectly, and Martin's cock was sliding in and out of the ass in front of him. His body was affected by his mounting climax too, and he was writhing ecstatically from some of the greatest carnal pleasure he had ever experienced. The voice of Barry White continued too, singing I'm Qualified to Satisfy You, and either of the happily coupling men thought that a perfectly apt description of the other.
From the intense sexual pleasure his ass was getting, Lester's cock had become fully erect, and he reached out to take it gently in his hand and start stroking in the same tempo as the big, black cock going in and out of his ass. The music continued, and Barry White started singing I've Got So Much to Give, making Lester glad Martin had so much to give him.
The singing and the fucking and the masturbating continued until both men were almost ready to come. Lester continued thrusting back, pushing against the bed with his elbows and forearms, but his orgasm was so imminent and would be so strong he had lost most control of most of his muscles. Martin was ready to come too, and his hands tightly gripped the twink's thighs as he pounded his cock in and out.
"Oh, my god!" Les cried out joyfully as his orgasm welled up from throughout his body and blasted out his cock. A gush of semen splattered all over his right hand and his belly, but he continued until he ejaculated two more times.
Martin felt his climax about to explode too, and he started fucking Lester's ass as hard and fast as he could. Passion bellowed from the CD player, and he felt his own passion erupting as he started coming. He ejaculated four times before he was through, and might have sprawled across the totally relaxed body in front of him if he hadn't stopped himself by moving his hands from Lester's thighs and placing them the bed where they supported his weight.
The fucking had been fabulous, and neither man thought the sex was through for the morning. Martin's cock softened slightly and slipped out of the slick, tight place that had felt so good, and he went to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. Lester watched him return and thought of what else he wanted to do. First, he would lick and suck all the semen from his partner, getting his black cock hard in the process. After that, Marty would either fuck him again or he would suck off the tall, young African-American, depending on what they felt like doing next.
The Dormitory Slut was certainly glad he had decided to stay at the university during the Christmas Break. It looked as if that two week period might turn out to be the hottest and most carnally delightful time of his whole life.
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Tags: Belly Inflation, Breast Inflation, Butt Inflation, Female Inflation
Text: "Hello? Anyone? Anybody there? I'm trapped on the moon base and need some way to get back home!" Jazette called the intercom for the fifth time. She was currently wearing a breathable heated gray mesh tight suit for comfortable space exploration. Jazette was on the moon base for a special experiment but while Jazette was sleeping there was an emergency evacuation that she wasn't warned of and now she was stuck on the failing base.
"Oh no... this can't be the end! I can't have my life end here! I have so much more to live for!" Jazette began panicking when there was still no signal. She collapsed onto the console and began crying for her life.
"This is hopeless... I'm getting out of here..." She cried onto the board.
"Signal detected, connecting to communications." A voice announced. Jazette gasped and looked up with hope in her eyes. As the screen cleared up she could see a woman wearing a blue leotard with a sleeveless turtleneck sweater that had a logo of a white circle with a blue outline and words that said: "Galactic Adventure in Adrenaland" along with blue striped stockings going up to her thighs leaving only a couple inches of showing skin and blue and white sneakers. Her hair was slicked back with a hairband and straight going down to her back. She looked up from a book she was reading for Jazette to see her glasses.
"Huh? Another one of those strange signals? Who is it this time?" She looked at the screen with another woman peering back at her.
"Uh... hello? I-I need your help, I'm kind of stuck on a-" She was interrupted by the woman's eyes suddenly going wide.
"Wait a minute... that voice, that hair, that face... Jazette!? Is that you?" She asked with awe and surprise.
"Breedona? My sister? The one that our family hasn't seen for months?" Jazette was in the same disbelief and shock.
"I'm not called Breedona, I'm now called Bleater. Ms. Bleater by my students." She mentioned correcting her.
"Sorry, I'm just, just so relieved to see you alive and well. We all thought when you went missing you were gone for good..." Jazette's tears did not dissipate as they turned into tears of joy for the search for her sister was now over.
"Anyway the emergency signal was activated so I can tell you might be in a little trouble here. Why don't you explain the situation before we begin the reunion?" Bleater told her.
"Oh? Well, there was some kind of evacuation and I got left behind. So I attempted to contact mission control but it seems I can't get in contact with them." Jazette explained fumbling with her fingers nervously.
"You were sleeping on the job again, weren't you?" Bleater looked at her indifferently.
"Maybe... but that's not important! What is important is that I find a way off this blasted moon base and get back on earth." She changed the subject.
"Agreed, so what do you have around you that could help? We first need to assess the situation before we try anything." Jazette looked around sifting through unfinished projects and notebooks with notes and observations. Finally she took one more look to see a capsule with a strange clear glob.
"What is that thing you're looking at?" Bleater asked adjusting her glasses to try and get a better look at the item Jazette grabbed.
"It's going to help me get back onto earth." She said before opening up the capsule and slipping the orb into her mouth.
"WHAT DID MOM SAY ABOUT EATING THINGS IN THE LAB!?" Her sister yelled at her.
"This time it's okay, you see, this is an experiment we were studying. We were testing its capabilities in space and found that it was capable of producing oxygen inside a human being for them to breathe and rearranged the skin's molecules into something that allows humans to practically walk around in space naked." Jazette grabbed a communications watch and switched the signal to it to keep in contact with Bleater.
"Is there any way for me to plant down coordinates nearby the island?" She asked.
"Well, oddly there is, but why would you need to know something like that?" Bleater was now beyond confused by what her sister was doing.
"Then please find a way to confirm my coordinates so I can land safely! I need to head over to the planning station. Find some way to keep in contact with me." Jazette said before heading off. Choosing to question it later Bleater grabbed her old wristwatch and slipped it on before transferring the signal to it.
"I'll try but I can't guarantee anything." She told her sister before heading off. She opened up the door to reveal her new place of residence being an amusement park where one of its sections was spaced themed. She took off past the crowds and headed off. Meanwhile Jazette pressed a button and formed a bubble around her head as a helmet. Taking one more look at the communications and experimental lab she sighed and opened up the airlock. Outside she saw the gray landscape and craters doting the moon. As soon as she felt the air leave her she felt a cramp in her stomach.
"Argh! Why now!? How could I forget this about the project!?" She looked down and watched as her stomach began blowing up like a balloon. The glob inside quickly noticed the change in atmosphere and began the adapting itself to allow its host to survive by inflating itself with oxygen to give them a source of air to breathe to avoid the need for a space suit.
"I need to hurry before I'm reduced to immobility. Now where is the planning station?" She hopped across the surface like a rabbit on a sugar rush. Unfortunately the large hops created shaking only further upset the glob which fastened its rate of growth. Her stomach stretched out to accommodate this mysterious thing inside it. She looked around frantically trying her best to ignore the swelling in her belly.
"It has to be here somewhere... I know for a fact this is a shortcut to the place." She tried to reassure herself despite being skeptical.
"Okay sis, I'm here! Now what do you want me to do?" She received a sudden message which scared the living daylights out of her.
"Eek! Oh, good you're there! Now type in these coordinates: X: 78, Y: 85, Z: 201, when you do select confirm!" Jazette was in a nervous panic and jumping around worried.
"Okay, calm down there. I just need to ask the guys here to let me use the thing." She said. Outside the station she could see two man toting assault rifles wearing armor made from scrap and baseball jerseys along with shorts and knee socks, one wore a gasmask while a beekeeper's hate while the other wore a pilot's helmet with a broken gas tube.
"You two, I need to get inside and do something." The two sighed.
"Always with you guys and being vague as possible. Tell us for what reason and we'll let you in Ms. Bleater." The gasmask one told her.
"It's none of your business, let me in!" The two simply looked at each other and shook their heads in response.
"Fine! If you want to know I need to rescue my sister who's trapped on the moon." She finally gave them an answer.
"How is this station supposed to help? Wait, she isn't a part of AggrasonLabs is she?" The pilot helmet one looked at her.
"What if she is!? She's still my sister and she's still in trouble!" She angrily told them off.
"No can do, we can't have those AggrasonLabs punks crawling all over the place. This is home to the Junkies and we have the right to our privacy, so you can scram!" He yelled at her.
"I promise you that she'll stay here with us, she can become one of us. She doesn't have a way to talk to the labs once she lands here. She'll be stuck with us, just please let me in and let me help her." The two looked at each other once more.
"How can we know that she won't call-" Her patience finally hit a breaking point.
"Oh for the love of god! Just let me the f in!" She shoved the two aside and went inside. The station itself was rather bland compared to the rest of the park serving an actual purpose than just for decoration. She headed over to one of the computers and began the boot-up sequence.
"Great... now I need to wait for these dinosaurs to start up. I wonder how sis is doing." She flicked her wristwatch on.
"Come on! Open up you've got to be kidding me! I can't be stuck out here!" Jazette banged on the door with her tummy still expanding. It was now reaching the three foot mark as she hastily fumbled with the door controls.
"Hello? How are you doing? Have you got the coordinates planted yet?" Bleater asked.
"No! Not yet! This stupid door won't open for me! Please open for me!" She complained. Suddenly when she attempted to pry it open the door complied.
"Yes Ms. Kennell, opening the airlock." It opened up immediately and Jazette walked on through blushing a bright red. When she felt the air cycle through her stomach stopped growing remaining at four feet. She pressed a button causing the dome to dissipate around her head and took a large breath of oxygen.
"Huh, how interesting, the glob will only expand when it notices a lack of air. Need to note this down when I return home." She rubbed her stomach before heading off to a computer and typing down the coordinates located on a beach on the Shambling Isles.
"H-H-Hey sister? Y-Y-Y-You g-g-g-got the c-coordinates set y-y-y-y-yet?" Bleater's signal was going out.
"Wait, let me get a better signal here..." She raised it above her head to reveal her bloated stomach.
"Good, I'm get- WHAT IS UP WITH YOUR STOMACH!?" Bleater's mouth was agape.
"Just a side effect of the oxygen glob. But don't worry it'll help me. Now just get the coordinates ready before I take off or else I'm going to be left adrift in space. See you there." She rematerialized the dome and took off once more.
"Great... hm?" She looked over at the computer to see it now booted up.
"Finally! Now to type in these coordinates..." She quickly opened up the program connected to the satellite and began.
"Let's see here... 78... 85... 201... there!" She hit enter.
"Now processing information into the satellite, expected processing time: 1 hour." She slammed the computer in the side.
"New processing time: 30 minutes." She sighed.
"This better do..." Bleater grumbled something inaudible under her breath.
"Now where is the loading station from here?" Jazette wondered aloud as she could feel the glob once again getting back to work in making itself grow inside her stomach. But she noticed something else strange, her breasts felt tad heavier, and so did her bottom. As luck would have it Jazette realized that now those parts were growing.
"Reminds me of my first time messing with these chemicals... no time to reminisce about the past and the mistakes that led up to this scale-wide investigation on the stuff." She headed off in the general direction of the launch station. Her belly jiggled and bounced with every step Jazette took and she looked rather silly because of it.
'I feel ridiculous... so glad nobody's watching me.' She thought to herself as her breasts and thighs also began jiggling. She kept moving as fast as she could, the moon's low gravity assisting her all the way.
"Okay now... which crater was the launch station located near? Theta? No, was it Beta? Or maybe it was Alpha? Oh I can't remember!" She panicked trying to remember causing her to hyperventilate in stress. Unfortunately the glob took notice and began expanding itself even further at a faster rate and made sure that her other parts would get a fair share of the expansion now.
"Oh no... no, no; no! Calm down there... I can't let this grow too large before I reach the launch station." Jazette needed to hurry before it was too late. She looked far and wide but to no avail and now her body was growing ever faster. Just then her wristwatch sounded.
"Hello? Jazette? Are you there? I got the coordinates all pointed out and now I'm just waiting for this computer to process it, how are you doing?" Bleater could hear her sister's heavy breathing and panicking.
"Oh, Bree- I mean Bleater! I'm doing fine... just a little lost. That's all." Jazette tried to remain calm and collected but her nerves were getting the better of her.
"Okay I can tell something's wrong, just calm down and try to take deep breaths. You know, just like what mom would tell us." Her voice was filled with hate and scorn when she spoke that word.
"Are you still mad at mom about that argument you two had?" Jazette asked quite annoyed at her sister's petty hate.
"Does no one understand what she was trying to make me do? I don't want to follow in her footsteps, I just want to do my own thing..." She looked forlornly at the computer screen.
"But mom's devastated! She thinks you're dead! That argument has pushed her over the edge, and she won't come out of her room to talk to me about it. Bleater, I think mom wants to apologize to you!" Jazette said struggling to keep her footing as her stomach was now pushing her off-balance.
"I don't want to talk about this! Just keep going and I'll talk to you later." Bleater flipped her wristwatch off and put her arms on the table staring at the green bar increasing very slowly.
"Dang it Bree- I mean Bleater! Don't just drop the- and she cut the call." Jazette sighed and looked around her before looking down at her stomach. The size was a whopping ten feet yet Jazette was still as spry as a cheetah. Each step she took her belly would jiggle and groan, as if finally acknowledging the foreign substance inside it.
"I know I'm getting closer to the launch station, it has to be... here! Finally!" Jazette jumped up and down in joy as she discovered her ticket off this gray rock.
Quickly she ducked inside and prepared for a fresh blast of air, only to discover the entire launch station was out in the open.
"I thought the launch station has an oxygen generator like the rest of the place!" Jazette yelled in disbelief and distraught.
"Did you not pay attention to the warning outside? The one that says: WARNING, NO OXYGEN IN THE LAUNCH STATION, PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK." A female voice boomed over the intercom freaking Jazette out.
"Who's there!? Are you an alien!?" Jazette looked around for anybody.
"What are you? Six years old? I am an AI. Do I look like a green Martian man to you?" A computer screen with sound bars and eyes showed itself to the swelling woman.
"You ate the experiment, didn't you? Of course seeing the ditz that you are I guess that should've been expected." Its tone of voice told Jazette that it was not interested in hearing her plights or care about her problems.
"What are you? Why are you here?" Jazette asked.
"I am called AI-0L1V1A and I've been trapped thanks to those idiots at AggrasonLabs." The AI responded.
"So Olivia for short?" The scientist said walking over to the launch computer gripping her still bloating belly.
"Olivia? I suppose that will work, anyway, what are you doing here? Did you oversleep again you lazy a**?" The sarcastic AI asked.
"Very funny, I need a ship to launch me to these set coordinates." She looked over to the screen to notice that the coordinates weren't there.
"Aren't there supposed to be numbers on the screen or something?" Olivia gave Jazette a deadpan look with its eyes.
"What's going on? Hello? Bleater?" She called her sister once more.
"Zzz... yes Judas, I would love to... AH!" Bleater awoke to the sound of her wristwatch going off. Quickly she pulled it up and saw her sister.
"Yes? *Yawn* you woke me from my nap." She was stretched out her limbs.
"Why aren't the coordinates uploaded to the launch computer yet?" Jazette asked a bit angry at her sister.
"Coordinates? Oh yeah! I was just waiting for them... to... upload..." She looked over to see the computer had crashed deleting the coordinates.
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME YOU STUPID DINOSAUR OF A COMPUTER!" She kicked the console hard only to hurt her foot.
"What am I now supposed to do?" Jazette put her head in her arms and was about ready to cry over her misfortune until an idea popped into her head.
"Wait, Olivia! Can you move yourself from a computer to a ship?" The woman asked excitedly.
"Sure, but I don't know why you would want me to do that." Olivia said as Jazette dragged her tummy still expanding at a ridiculous rate now reaching upwards to thirty feet to the center platform.
"I need you to build a pod around me." Jazette demanded.
"Do you really want to be stuck in a pod being crushed by your own blimp of a body still inflating in there?" The AI asked.
"Just do it!" She yelled at the computer who simply sighed and began the building process. The futuristic egg-shaped pod magically materialized around her encasing her completely save for a window around the pod.
"Great! Now I need you to take control of the pod." Olivia chose not to argue and moved herself into the pod's mainframe.
"I'm inside, now explain to me oh wise one what you're plan here is?" It asked completely confused at Jazette's plan.
"Now Bleater, what are the coordinates to the beach again?" She asked her sister.
"Uh, X: 86, Y: 93, Z: 61." She responded.
"Great, now Olivia direct your auto-pilot to these coordinates." Jazette ordered.
"I didn't hear a please in that sentence." It sarcastically spat at her.
"Take me to this place please or I'm going to rip out your circuits." Jazette had nearly enough of her AI's attitude.
"Good enough. Off we go." Olivia started the ship and took off from the moon base. Jazette sighed rubbing her stomach before taking off her helmet.
"Finally, now to just relax and-" She heard a violent groan coming from her stomach before it started its growth once more.
"Warning, leak in the pod has been detected, A.K.A. you may want to slip that helmet back on if you don't trust that ball of slime's abilities to keep you alive." Alarmed Jazette slipped her helmet back on and gripped her thighs as they began stretching out once more. They went from six and a half feet to eight within a second while her seven and a half foot large breasts were the same.
"This can't be happening! I can't be growing in here! I'm never going to be able to get out of there!" Jazette began panicking and hyperventilating once more. The orb only expanded faster in response to this state of panic.
"I don't think your freaking out is helping at all, in fact I think it's making it worse." Olivia commented unamused at this display.
"Shut up! You don't understand the stress this brings or the discomfort I feel! Eep!" Jazette let out a little peep as one of her growing breasts nearly smacked her in the face. She grumbled and moaned, hating that she was stuck with a sarcastic AI and still expanding despite being in the home straight. Her body expanded with no sight in end and they still weren't anywhere close to the earth's surface.
"Should I speed up the pod? I don't think you would want to be stuck in there swelling into a blimp for too long." Olivia asked.
"Yes! Yes! Please speed up the pod! I don't want to-!" Suddenly Jazette was silenced by a loud RIP noise coming from her suit.
"Warning: suit breach detected move to an oxygen rich environment immediately." The a little voice announced.
"Hope you're happy with yourself, that suit you destroyed cost the labs quite a bit of money to have that custom made for you." Olivia stated.
"You need to learn to shut your mouth from time to time! Luckily it seems like this orb is doing its magic so there's nothing to worry about." Jazette huffed hugging her belly.
"Well don't worry, you're still heading to your desired destination. We should hitting the surface in about five minutes." Olivia warned the lady ahead of time.
"Can't wait to see how that feels against my skin." She sarcastically stated.
"Well these things are equipped with shields to avoid the precious cargo burning up, in this case you are the precious cargo. Perhaps the most precious that the pods have had to carry." Olivia told her.
"Looks like someone's trying to charm their way into a friendship, what do you think you're chances of succeeding are?" Jazette obviously wasn't amused by this comment.
"Oh just take the compliment and continue feeling sorry for yourself." Jazette stuck her tongue at the AI controlling the pod.
"You want to be that way? Fine, two can play at that game!" Jazette could feel the pod begin rolling and turning.
"Please stop that! You're going to make me throw up! Plus you're upsetting the orb inside me!" She yelled at the AI. Her stomach growled louder as the orb once again hastened its growth and Jazette's expansion.
"Say you're sorry and I might consider stopping." The AI taunted poor Jazette.
"Just shut up and stop it!" She screamed at Olivia.
"Don't make me turn this thing around." Now program had now done it.
"OLIVIA! CUT THIS STUPID CHILDISH BEHAVIOR OUT!" Jazette snapped at it.
"Very well, we're approaching the atmosphere anyway so prepare for a lot of shaking." Jazette gulped at the mention of shaking.
"Oh no... try not to grow too big please..." She caressed her belly now beginning to touch the walls of the pod.
"Okay, now breaking the atmosphere, hold on." Olivia pulled up the shield around the pod and began the rough passing through. The pod shook violently as fire surrounded it at all sides. Jazette's stomach groaned and rumbled ever more as the glob of gray slime expanded as fast as it could, her body showed no end in sight for its growing.
'Just hold on Jazette... just little bit longer... my stomach will soon be free from this hellish prison...' She tried to reassure herself with optimistic thoughts.
"This should be over soon, just hang on for a couple more minutes..." Olivia told Jazette.
'Couple more minutes!? Oh god, this is going to be humiliating...' She thought to herself as the shaking continued. Her body now squeezed out every inch of the pod encasing her in one large mass of flesh.
"This... is... so... uncomfortable..." She let out grunts trying to get herself free but to no avail. She heard her belly rumbling deeply now. The groans and sloshing were nearly unbearable at this point but Jazette didn't care.
"I'm not scared, this happened last time and I didn't explode. So don't even try to scare me this time belly!" Jazette boasted.
"Did you just brag to your own stomach woman? Just how lonely are you?" Olivia asked observing her from the outside.
"Don't ruin it for me." Jazette huffed.
"Well we're now calming down." Olivia announced.
"What does that exactly mean?" She looked around her trying to find some way to look outside but her girth got in the way of it.
"It means that we've reentered the atmosphere, and you should stop growing, correct?" Olivia asked.
"It should, but... I only feel my expanding even faster!" Jazette panicked once more to notice the inflating in her belly was only tripling in its expansion.
"Why is this happening!? Am I really going to explode!? Okay maybe not but this is still a worrying problem!" She could no longer move as her body pushed out in all directions still growing without any end in sight.
"Now deploying parachute. Brace for impact." Olivia told Jazette who was too distracted by her current predicament to pay any attention. The pod jolted as the chutes deployed bringing its speedy descent to a slow fall.
"Okay... we're nearly there... just a little longer..." Jazette tried to stay calm only to have her bubble helmet pop in her face thanks to the pressure that was pressing up against her. As the pod fell Olivia let out a sigh of relief.
"I'm so glad I'm not in there right now." It reminded Jazette that only she was suffering throughout this entire ordeal.
"Shut... up! Mmf..." She was finally silenced by her mass pushing against her face.
"Well we'll be hitting the water very soon and then we'll be able to admire your mass, and so will everyone within a five mile radius." Olivia wasn't helping. Soon the two heard a soft plop and felt the pod starting to bob up and down.
"Don't remind me here. What do you even see around you?" Jazette asked.
"I see water... and a beach on the other side with a strange group of people." Olivia replied eyeing a bunch of people wearing strange colorful scrap armor and an odd array of clothes ranging from colorful sweaters to thigh high stockings.
"Oh great... an entire crowd. What a way to make this day even better." Jazette grumbled and blushed.
"There's the pod Bleater was talking about!" One of the guards from the station pointed out. Quickly Olivia opened the pod to show the people what they were getting into. It stretched out more and more to give the Adrenaland residents an idea of her current size. Finally the pod dissipated revealing a large mass of peach colored flesh and an embarrassed Jazette. Her belly was now sixty five feet around while other parts measured around twenty feet for her bottom and twenty five feet for her breasts
"Hi..." Was all Jazette could let before she choked up in humiliation.
"Just get her out of the water and onto the beach while we call up Bleater and inform her that her sister has reached the island safely." The other guard said as he went to call up Jazette's sister.
"Ma'am how are you feeling? We're going to get you on the beach and help you out here, but we need you to just stay calm. Got it?" One of the buffer people told the hapless bloated woman.
"I understand and I'm feeling fine, if not a little bloated of course." She replied.
"Good, now we're going to put a net beneath your stomach and begin walking. You can move your legs, correct?" He asked.
"Let me check..." She wiggled around her fattened thighs to see them still mobile.
"Yep, I'm ready." She told the man.
"Okay then, get the net!" He ordered two more of the citizens. They spent the entire afternoon moving Jazette out of the water and onto the beach. Though Jazette could move her legs she still had a ton of trouble walking at any reasonable pace and it took a ton of coordination to move her anywhere. But finally they had gotten her onto dry land and comfortable with a small camp around her.
"Thank you all very much for helping me out here. Now I have no idea when this will deflate back into my original size." She explained.
"Don't worry, Bleater says she's got some kind of concoction that'll shrink you back to normal in about a week, though this concoction's also gotta cook for another week. So you'll be stuck here with us, don't worry we'll be on watch for anybody looking to get their hands on you..." One of the citizens explained to her.
"Why would anyone want a whale of a woman like me?" Jazette asked.
"There tend to be a few that are looking for a meal and are willing to eat anything." She shuttered at the thought of what he meant.
"But enjoy our hospitality and try to make the best of your new life in Adrenaland." He said before heading off to join his friends.
"Thank you! I'll be sure to remember this!" She called out to him. Suddenly her wristwatch began going off.
"Hello? Jazette!? Is that you!? Did you make out safely!?" Bleater appeared on the screen concerned for her sister's safety.
"I'm fine, I'm glad that you're checking in with me." She let out a sigh of relief.
"Thank goodness. I've got your place all set up in my apartment down Galactic Adventure. I'll see you in a couple of weeks." She hung up.
"Are we going to be stuck her for the rest of our days?" Olivia asked now on top of Jazette's belly.
"Is that a problem? We're sisters, you can hang out at the station if you want to stay there." Jazette offered.
"Sounds like fun, I will probably be frying every geezer computer there once my AI is moved into that station." Olivia replied.
"Quit your complaining, I need to get some rest, so keep your whining down." She gracelessly dropped down onto the sand causing her entire stomach to jiggle like crazy before eventually settling down.
"Looks like this is my life now, well better get used to it so here's to my new life." Jazette said before getting comfortable and falling asleep for the night.
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Title: Lion, Tiger and Bears, oh my, part 2 by Kindar
Tags: Anal, M/M, Oral, Tiger, Werewolf
     **June 21st, 1878**           It's the sound of the revolver being cocked more than the feel of it against my head, or what he'd said that made me freeze. When someone puts a gun to your head he's just trying to scare you; when he cocks the hammer he's telling you that he's serious about using it. I would survive the shot, but it wouldn't get me my satchel back.
     I looked at the Indian boy I was holding against the wall with one hand. I wasn't fast enough for the other man's taste and he pressed the barrel of the revolver harder against my skull. I released the satchel and the orphan hugged it to his chest. I didn't let him go.
     "He's a bad man," the orphan spoke quickly in Bengali, "he chased me and now he wants to hurt me."
     "The boy says ya wanna hurt him." The man's English was from the United States rather than the Queen's English. I didn't bother telling him that I understood Bengali as well as he did.
     "What I want," I replied, my English much truer, with only a hint of German in it, "is to regain my satchel, which this boy stole."
     "The bag's yours?" The man asked in a heavily accented Bengali.
     "Yes, yes. My father gave it to me on his death bed. He made me promise to always care for it like I cared for him. This foreigner wants to take it from me."
     "He says it's his."
     I controlled by desire to snort. "Of course he would say that. Maybe he can explain why the initials on the satchel are S and G, which stand for Simon Gruenberg. Why the notebooks in it are filled with writings in English and German rather than Bengali?" I didn't mention some of the other things in it. I didn't want to have to take a chance on the man's reaction while the revolver was at my head.
     "What's in it," he asked the orphan after a moment of silence.
     The boy was taken by surprise at the question. "My things," he said.
     "What things?"
     The boy fiddled with the satchel while his mouth opened and closed. "Papers," he finally said, "inks and quills, for school."
     The man was silent for a moment and I heard the revolver's hammer being slowly lowered. "Show me," he told the orphan.
     The boy shook his head and held the satchel tighter against him.
     "Give it here." The man extended a hand to the boy, who simply continued to shake his head. With a grunt of annoyance the man reached out and ripped it out of the orphan's arms.
     "Move and ya end up with a holed up melon, got it?" He pressed the revolver against my head for emphasis before removing it. I heard the satchel being put on the ground and opened. I didn't bother looking; I knew what he was going to find in it. I just hopped he didn't dig too deep.
     He rummaged through the papers and I heard a few things clank against each other. Since only two sets of things could make that noise, and my fountain pens were securely attached to the satchel's flap, I tensed and waited for the man's reaction.
     "What's this now?" he said and pulled it out. He let out a chuckles and asked in Bengali, "So this is yours boy?"
     The orphan nodded eagerly. I wondered if he even knew what he was looking at.
     The American threw it on the ground at the boy's feet. It was my white marble dildo. My cock jumped at the site. It was my favorite for long lonely train trips when I couldn't find a compartment with a woman in it.
     "Let the boy go."
     I did as I was told. If he hadn't shot me in disgust yet he wasn't going to, but I stayed ready to catch the orphan if he decided to bolt. He wasn't holding my bag anymore, but I was still planning on boxing his ear for stealing.
     "Pick it up," he told the orphan, "and show me how you use it."
     Looking at us warily he bent down and picked it up. It was a remarkably plain cylinder made of white marble. It was twelve inches long, the last inch on one end tapered to a rounded tip. It had been smooth to a polish by centuries of use; and that was before I took possession of it.
     If you didn't know what it was for there was no way to find out just by looking at it. So the boy could only turn it over as it sunk in that he'd been caught.
     "Do you know what it's used for boy?" the man asked.
     The orphan looked at him fearfully and shook his head. He looked completely defeated.
     "You take the pointed end and push it against your asshole until it goes in and then you pull and push it until you reach orgasm."
     I was impressed at the man's use of the language. He knew it better than I did; I had to take some time to work out what some of the words he'd use meant.
     The boy took about as long to put together what the action described mean. When it sank in he quickly dropped the stone dildo and looked at me with horror. I just tilted my head and smiled at him. He started praying for protection to some Hindu God, talking so fast I could hardly follow the words. And the next moment he bolted. I didn't even think to try to catch him.
     Oh well, I think he'd been scared enough already. He was probably going to think twice about stealing again, hopefully.
     The man stepped next to me and bent down to pick up the dildo. He was wearing a sandy duster, a Stetson hat over straight short black hair, the first time I'd seen one of those out of the United States and Wellington boots, the cut marked it as those popular just before the American civil war. It left me wondering what an American frontier man was doing in India.
     He turned and I had another surprise. It wasn't a tall man with a long and angular American face that looked at me. It was a man barely my height with a round one and a light tan; he had almond shaped eyes and a small nose. The man was Chinese.
     "Well, ya want it back, or ya want me to keep it for my own use?"
     I looked at the offered stone in his black leather hand and shook myself out of surprise to take it. "I apologize for my reaction. I didn't expect to see . . ." I stopped myself. I didn't want to offend him; he was still holding the revolver.
     He smiled at me. "Never seen an American before I take it."
     "Actually I spend a few years in New York city before the civil war." What I meant was that I didn't know there were Chinese in America." I bend down to put the dildo in my satchel with the wooden one. Closing the flap I made sure the fountain pens were secured properly. They were already giving me enough problems. I didn't want to have to go back to England to get one replaced, it would raise too many questions.
     He put the revolver in the holster at his hip. "They're a few here and there," He said and started walking back toward the main roads.
     I quickly latched the flap and threw the satchel over my shoulder. I ran after him and walked in step with him. "How did you get to America? I didn't think Chinese were sailing to those parts of the world."
     "They don't, far as I know. I got there with the French. What 'bout ya? Where ya from?"
     "Wagenhoff, Prussia."
     "Ah, the new German Empire."
     I had to chuckle at that. "It won't last. The nobles won't allow their powers to be stripped away by some Kaiser with delusions of grandeur."
     The American looked at me. "Ya really think so?"
     "Of course."
     "So what ya doing all the way out here if yer not hiding from the Kaiser?"
     "I'm a historian. I'm here to study the history of Kolkata and India," I answered casually.
     He leaned in close. "ya know, werewolves can't hide when they lie any better than humans."
     I stopped in my tracks and watched him continue. I tried to wrap my mind around what he'd said. How had he figured out I was a werewolf? He wasn't one of us, I would have recognized the underlying scent, but he'd also referred to humans as something separate from him.
     I watched him stop and turn. For the very first time a hundred years I was scared. What was he that he could walk next to someone who can break a human in half without having to put too much thought in it, and not even smell worried?
     He took a step toward me, and I took one back, trying to remember where the alleys were and where they led in case I needed to make a quick run for it.
     "Whoa friend, No need ta worry, I'm not gonna hurt ya."
     What he said didn't stop me from taking two steps back for the next one he took.
     He stopped and held his hands at his side palms toward me. "'kay, I can tell ya scared of me. Don't blame you. Shoulda been more smooth about it. Look, ya wanna run. I won't stop ya. And I won't look for ya if you do. But I'd really like it if you'd stay. It's been a long time since I've been with someone that's even a bit like me."
     He kept his distance so that helped me calm down and think straight. He's known I was a werewolf; probably smelled it on me. He knew enough about us to recognize the scent, so he probably knew about silver too. If he'd wanted to hurt me he'd had plenty of chances.
     So I was reasonably certain I was safe, but I'd feel so much safer once I'd know more about him. I took a breath and held it, trying to remember the calming techniques I thought were ingrained in me.
     I didn't open my mouth until I was certain my voice would be steady. "What are you?"
     "I'm a weretiger, my name is Lao Hu."
     I looked at him dubiously. I'd spent years in Russia, China and India. I'd never even heard rumors of weretigers. Well that wasn't entirely true, there were stories of tiger spirits taking human form, but I'd always assumed they were just stories after I hadn't found any evidence to the contrary. Still, his claim was a little far fetch.
     "Do you simply expect me to believe you," I asked him. I'd regained control of my body and of my instinct to flee.
     "Nah, I can change right now if ya want, but it might scare the people who see me." He indicated where the alley opened up into the busy main street. We were close enough that it wouldn't take much for someone to notice something was wrong if he could grow fur.
     So I was offered with a dilemma. Force him to prove what he was right here and risk a panic, or trust him enough until we could go somewhere more private.
     "I have a room not too far from here," I said, once I made my decision.
     I guided him to my hotel, staying a few steps behind him. I could smell the hint of worry coming from him now, but I had no way of knowing what was worrying him.
     The Indian doorman gave Lao Hu a doubtful look as we got close, but smiled when he saw me and opened the door for us.
     Once in my room Lao whistled. "I didn't know ya could get into a place like this. I gotta sleep in a room the size of a casket if I wanna sleep inside."
     The room was indeed large. The enormous four poster bed was the center piece of the room, and there was enough room around it for another one on every size. The room was decorated with gold and greens and reds and paintings of Indian rulers hunting. I did a quick check to see if any were hunting tigers. I'd never really paid attention to them. They weren't.
     I felt even calmer here. This was my space, I still didn't know what he was, but I knew where my weapons were. My sword cane with the silver blade was by the writing desk, in the drawer I had two sniders ready for use; as well as multiple knives hidden about the room. I might be very difficult to kill, but enough people had tried that I preferred being prepared.
     He hadn't moved from in front of the door as I'd got to the desk. I put the satchel on it and turned. I waited for a moment. "Well?" I asked when he didn't do anything.
     "I got to get out of these first; didn't bring a change." There was no discomfort in his voice. I nodded and he slowly undid his belt, hanging it on the coat rack by the door. He hung his duster over it and his shirt over that. After that he removed his boots and pants. The man had no more modesty than I did and in no time he was naked.
     My cock grew hard as I admired his body. Like me he was small and compact, but his muscles were more visible then mine under a smooth skin. His cock was soft and rather small. He had almost no hair around it.
     "Very nice," I commented.
     "Thanks."
     What happened next made my jaw drop. His skin rippled and changed colour to match the marking of a tiger; orange with black stripe. Then the fur started growing and the colours deepened. I watched as his face elongated into a muzzle and his ears moved to the top. His black hair fell out as orange fur grew in its place. When I looked at his cock again it had filled out so that even though it was still soft it looked to be at least six inches in length.
     When Lao Hu was done changing he crossed his arms over his chest. "Well," he said. His voice was now deep, and rumbled across the room.
     'Well what?' Was all I could think as I admire him. He was now taller, by maybe a foot. He was even taller than I was changed. His entire body looked like it had inflated slightly, the lines of his muscles were now more visible, even under the short fur. He was . . .
     "You're magnificent."
     He smiled. "Thanks." His cock jumped a little as he said that.
     In a lust induced daze I walked to him and ran my hands through his chest. The white fur was a little longer there. I buried my nose in it and breathed in deeply. I could distinguish the tiger in his scent now. It was a very primal smell.
     My hands went down his belly and the rest of my body followed until I was on my knees. It never even occurred to me to check if he was ok with this I just took his balls in one hand and his cock in the other. The skin was silky and looked completely human.
     He moaned and his cock became hard. His groin had a surprisingly clean scent. I couldn't wait. I put the tip in my mouth and suckled on it. I was surprised at the absence of precum, but it just made me take more of it in. I didn't stop until I had swallowed it all, even if my throat was stretched painfully.
     "Ya're good at this," Lao purred.
     As an answer I sucked him off.
     I was in heaven. I had been with a lot of guys in my life, but none as exotic as him. He tasted as wonderful as he smelled. Eyes closed I lost myself in the sensations until he grabbed my head.
     "Oh Yah, you got a good mouth," he growled. He held me still and started thrusting, forcing me to deep throat him.
     I didn't mind, until I realized how close he was getting. I pushed him away, which proved more difficult then it sounded. He didn't want to stop. I had to use all my strength to slip away from him. I ended up sitting on the floor panting for breath,
     "Why ya went an did that?" he complained. "I was good and ready to go."
     "I know, which is why I stopped you. I don't want to swallow it. I want you to fill me from the other end." I stood and removed my clothes.
     Lao Hu stroked himself as he watched me, he was enjoying what he was seeing. "Ya gonna change?"
     "No. I want to experience you human first. Lie on the bed."
     He did as I said and I joined him. I didn't waste time, I straddled him and pushed his saliva covered cock inside me. I know that his cock was not really any different than any of the humans I'd taken, but because of his exotic smell and look everything about him felt different, and more pleasurable.
     I moved up and down his shaft until he couldn't stand it anymore and grabbed my hips and proceeded to fuck me. He didn't last long, he roared and I felt him explode inside me.
     His bucked as his cock emptied itself and then he lied still, panting. That was something I could get used too. Few humans were this energetic in bed.
     I had barely finished the thought that he grabbed me by the hips again and rolled so I was on my back. Without a word he started fucking me again, savagely. I reached orgasm within seconds, and a moment later he reached his. But again he didn't stop for long.
     That night was the first time I lost consciousness before my partner. |
Title: Maxine's Downfall
Tags: end button, pulled thumb, arse maxine, hauled feet, button phone, hot prick, time maxine, hit end, making maxine, maxine eyes
*My grateful thanks to Snooper for breathing life & flow into my story by his wise editing.*
Chapter 1
I mostly enjoy my work carrying out maintenance work on supermarkets and banks as I get to travel around the country, enjoying the driving and working mostly by myself. The only part of my work that spoils the enjoyment is dealing with Maxine in the office at Heage. Maxine is "the Controller" in the Keycare service centre who dispatches the various jobs to our team of guys.
Maxine is full of her own importance, takes credit for the successes, and runs to Tony, the boss when anything goes wrong, blaming the lads who did the work whether it was their fault or not. In short she is one snotty cow.
Well, one Friday night I was driving home from the yard when I saw Maxine's car parked on the hard shoulder and she was throwing her mobile phone into the grass in temper. I laughed long and hard as I drove past, resisting the urge to blow the horn so she knew she had been seen. As I drove on the sense of satisfaction waned as I thought if she had seen me not stop she would go crying to Tony Monday morning and I'd be in the shit as Tony bears grudges.
Thinking it wasn't worth the aggro I turned off at the next exit, looped around and went back for her. When I pulled my van up in front of the car she looked relieved as I opened the door for her to get in. I told her I would take her home and she could get the mechanic out in the morning. As we drove north towards the motorway she started going on about her forthcoming wedding and started on about what present would the lads be getting her. Maxine had been going on about her bloody wedding for months, and the lads had been joking, behind her back, that she needed a good fucking as hubby-to-be was a dead ringer for the Pilsbury Doughboy.
As I drove I tuned out from her voice and my mind drifted to the joke about needing a good fucking. Maxine isn't unattractive, just her voice and attitude puts you off. A silly idea came into my mind about giving Maxine her wedding present early and the one we felt she had most need of - a thorough shagging. A very wicked thought, and my old man started to rise in agreement with the idea forming in my mind. I told Maxine that I needed to call at Dave's tool shed to collect some tools for a job on Saturday and it would only take a few minutes. Well she had a face like a smacked arse, thinking that my sole purpose in life that evening was to drive her home immediately.
Dave has a small farm with a tool shed about four hundred yards from his house. I pulled up by the metal barn, opened the doors and backed the van back in. This idea was starting to get real, real quick as Maxine was bitching on about being home late and missing the start of "Coronation Street" on TV.
I jumped out and opened the sliding door behind Maxine before grabbing a heavy box from the workbench and dropping it with a thump in the back of the van. Whilst in the van I grabbed a couple of plastic electrical ties and a strip of duct tape. I placed the strip of tape hanging from the top of the door and kept the ties in my hand while Maxine continued bitching about being late. Finally placed my sawhorse outside the van door. Well the idea had firmed up and Maxine was going to be late home I decided.
"Hey Maxine," I called out, "It will be quicker if you give me a hand to load the tools and we can be on our way."
Still bitching about her damned TV programme she undid her seat belt, opened the door and started to get out. A sharp shriek filled the barn as I grabbed the back of her head and threw her off balance over the sawhorse. As she doubled up over the sawhorse I grabbed her arms behind her back and quickly fixed the electrical ties around her wrists. She furiously shrieked again as it bit into her wrists, but by then I was grabbing the duct tape and reaching over to seal her bitching mouth. Now I grabbed another tie and placed it around her slim ankles.
Now the deed was done, I looked at my handy work and thought, ‘Shit, what have I got myself into?’
I leaned back against the bench taking in the scene before me of this bossy woman done up like a trussed chicken glaring at me with wild, angry, hate filled eyes. While my mind had massive doubts about what I was doing, my old man started to rise to the occasion and wanted to come to the party.
Maxine's eyes bored into me with hatred, so I grabbed a hessian sack and placed it over her head while I thought about what to do next. Just as I started to place the sack over her head the look in her eyes changed from hate to fear, which meant she had realised that I was now in control, something that she was totally unused to. Here I was in a barn with this woman I had kidnapped and no way out of it. I closed the barn doors so we wouldn't be disturbed.
After a couple of minutes Maxine seemed to be making whimpering noises under the sack so I thought, ‘What the hell? I might as well follow through.’
I grabbed some dustsheets out of the van and placed them on the floor along with a few more ties and a plastic bag. I lifted Maxine off the sawhorse and placed her on the sheets getting a feel for the warmth and smell of her body for the first time. She trembled at my touch as I manhandled her into position. Her trembling gave me a sense of power and my prick hardened in response to this great feeling. I took the sack off her head.
"If you fight against me now Maxine I will put a plastic bag over your head and this will be your last night on this earth," I told her in a menacing voice.
I hoped she believed me as I didn't anticipate doing murder! Maxine is fairly skinny and light so I hauled her to her feet and leant her backwards along the sawhorse. I cut the leg tie with the aim of tying her legs to separate legs of the sawhorse, at which point the bitch kicked out at me and fell back on to the floor.
I ripped the sack off her head, looking now into defiant eyes. Holding her by the throat I started to slip the polythene bag over her head as she began to panic.
I pressed down on her slim frame and told her, "This will stay on until you stop fighting and are tied down. It is your choice if you suffocate during the time it takes me to do this."
God, my dick was so hard with my new found power over the bossy arrogant Maxine.
I hauled her to her feet, placed her on the sawhorse and tied her feet before cutting her hands loose and retying them down below her on the sawhorse, after which I ripped the bag off her head and gave her a couple of minutes to let her panic die down.
The sight of this woman lying along the sawhorse in her business dress and white blouse with her breasts rising and falling was a massive turn on and power kick for me. Her blouse clung to the underside of her pert tits, the pattern of her bra showing through the fabric.
If this was going to send me to prison for years there was no point rushing; I was going to make the most of every minute I had Maxine under my control. I crouched by her feet, gently placed my hands on her slim ankles and immediately felt her flinch then tense her body, as her breathing increased through her nose. Slowly I glided my hands up and down, feeling her calves through her tights. I felt like a medieval king with total power of life and death over one of his subjects. As my hands rose, so did both her long loose skirt and her breathing rate, and my prick felt fully blown in my trousers. I wanted to get it out and wank over her immediately, but that would break the spell of Maxine not being able to see what was happening to her.
Gradually squeezing her firm calves and moving up over her knees, my hands moved on to her soft warm thighs and the feelings I was experiencing were like nothing I had ever experienced before. I placed my cheek against her calf as I roamed over her thighs and the outside of her slim legs. The feeling was heady and magical when suddenly my hands slid on to bare skin and my head jerked up – the bitch was wearing stockings, oh my wildest dreams since being a boy had come true! I nearly creamed myself there and then; only massive willpower of what was still come kept me in check. I didn't dare touch my crotch to ease the pressure.
"Yes, yes, yes," I quietly sighed realising I was in heaven.
I stood up and looked at the sight before me of long slim legs, the inch of bare flesh under the folded up skirt, heaving breasts under her blouse, her cheeks panting under the tape, and her wide open eyes looking up at the roof of the barn; what a picture! Then I remembered my camera in the van, used for works photos. Well this would make a fine memory to take to prison.
I grabbed the camera out of the van, and called "Maxine!"
She quickly turned her head, flash, click – a Kodak moment. Her eyes filled with horror and tears, but the break gave my prick time to draw breath and ease down a little, but the scene in front of me was exquisite. This time I stood just below Maxine's waist and stroked her hair and cheek as my hand moved slowly south down her slim tight neck on to the shoulder of her blouse and down her arm slightly before coming back up and continuing south.
Now Maxine doesn't have big tits, but with her body arched backwards they looked larger and more pert than usual. My finger traced the strap of her bra down through her blouse until it reached the top of her bra cup and the rise of her breast as Maxine took a deep breath wondering what would happen next. Should I feel, expose, and maul her breasts like a common rapist, or continue to heighten the atmosphere?
My hand slid off the cup and ran down her side on to her hip and skirt, before continuing the run south over the bare inch of thigh and back on to her legs. The touch of her stockings sent a jolt of electricity through me and I realised that Maxine's breathing had eased and was more steady now, so I resumed my journey up her bound warm body.
Chapter 2
My hands enjoyed further time on Maxine's stockinged thighs but time was moving on and it was time to continue the journey north.
Her thigh tops were warm and silky under my rough fingertips as they eventually brushed against the edges of her knickers under her skirt and Maxine tensed and drew yet another deep breathe. To heighten her tension I moved my hands outwards on to her hips and slid them under the edge of the material causing, Maxine to flex and my power over her to increase another notch. My hands slid out and lifted her skirt up around her waist to expose such a wonderful sight of black stockings, bare white thigh flesh and black cotton knickers showing the lump of her buried bush underneath.
My patience gave way at this point and I needed release soon. My hands slid back on to the inside of her slightly spread and arched thighs and moved north on to the hump of cotton covered bush and my head moved closer to smell Maxine as I thought I heard a soft moan escape Maxine, I must be dreaming. I pressed the heel of my hand gently on to her mound and cupped my fingers south under her crotch, and yes there was a quiet gentle sigh from Maxine. I gently rubbed her through the material with my nose less then an inch above her mound smelling the sweet captured smell of her sex as the heat seemed to increase from her. Maxine seemed to be gently responding to the circular movement of my hand, so with my right hand I reached up and placed it gently on the pitching curve of her right breast through her blouse and bra. A moan escaped Maxine's throat, her nipple instantly hardened, and a small warm stain came through her knickers – amazing, the trussed up bitch was becoming excited.
I loved the silence of neither of us speaking. The silence heightened the effect of what was taking place. By being quiet my pleasure increased and Maxine's fear and sense of uncertainty heightened.
I continued my circular motions on her mound and tit as the nipple continued to harden and the stain increased. I pulled my left hand off her mound to the sound of a slight sigh and placed it on her thighs and then placed my mouth on her material-covered mound to yet another sharp intake of breath from Maxine. My lips chewed on her bush through her knickers and her hips started to rise and fall as I moved my right hand across on to her left breast to find an equally hard nipple. Slowly I undid her blouse buttons so I could slide my hand freely on to her warm skin and roam at will over her tits. As I said they aren't big, but each tit was a handful and topped by an extremely erect nipple.
As my finger gripped its first bare nipple my tongue slid out on to Maxine's mound through her knickers and pushing inwards tasting the increasing stain on the way as Maxine's hips arched upwards as she pushed her bound legs against the floor. God this bound women smelt sweet and was hot under both my hands and touch of my tongue. I continued to lick her pussy through the material, and squeezing her tits with ever more pressure until I thought she was about to come (and so was I), then I instantly stopped, stood up and took another photo. God, I wished I had a video camera instead to record the amazing scene of Maxine withering on the sawhorse with stained knickers, erect nipples and eyes pleading for release of one sort or another.
"If I release your legs, will you fight against me?" I asked
She shook her head.
I cut the electric ties with my Stanley knife. She stretched and kept her arse on the end of the sawhorse and her feet on the floor.
If I release your mouth will you scream? If you do you will regret it," I said menacingly
Again she shook her head.
"Do you want to come on my hand as I massage your hot steaming, sexed up cunt?" I inquired
She nodded hard and fast. I so wanted to fuck the arse off her there and then giving no quarter, but I needed fantastic willpower to make this a night to remember for both of us. I undid the rest of her blouse and let it open up as I slid my hand under her arched back and undid her bra, finally releasing her hardened nipples from the pressure of her bra as she sighed under the tape.
"Do you want to come?" I asked as I played gently with her tits.
Again she nodded, more urgently this time. I slid one hand down and under the elastic of her knickers, roaming across her bush and feeling the warmth and wetness of her juicy slit.
I slid my middle finger slightly into her cunt and asked "Do you want me to fuck you?"
Maxine arched and rocked on the sawhorse as she nodded as hard as she could. I took my phone off my belt and quickly dialled my home number to get my answering machine, as I reluctantly pulled my finger out of her slit and gently as I could removed the tape from her mouth.
Holding the phone just below her mouth out of sight, "Do you want your lord and master to fuck you now?"
No longer was there a snotty, bossy bitch below me, instead was a sexed up hot woman who desperately needed sexual release by screaming out, "Let me come. Let me come, gawd. Fuck MMmmeee, do anything, just give me release."
I placed the phone on the floor and moved between her legs. I grabbed her hips and pulled her cum soaked knickers down her legs as fast as I could, before burying my mouth into her now naked and steaming bush, thrusting my tongue all the way into her cunt.
She screamed "YYYyyeeesss."
I reached up to maul her tits. Her cunt gyrated on my mouth and her nipples hardened between my fingers as her back bounced on the sawhorse and her legs came off the floor to rest on my back. She screamed her way through a long hot orgasm. My tongue seemed to be drawn even further into her cunt, as it was flooded with the rush of her juices, which I drank down my throat. Her cunt lips were stretched against my mouth as my nose pressed hard up and down on her engorged clit and my tongue pressed hard and deep into her cunt. Oh, she tasted so sweet.
I urgently pulled back and ripped off my clothes, before roughly pushing myself between Maxine's stockinged thighs. My lust filled hands gripped her silky thighs and I plunged straight at her gaping, steaming cunt. My prick went straight as an arrow into her steaming wet, hot, dripping cunt, and instantly followed her orgasm with a massive amount of come.
There was no finesse as I grabbed hold of her tits and banged myself deeper and deeper into her cunt as Maxine shouted, "Yyesss, fuck me hard, fuck me hard," and I just groaned my release into her.
I felt massive, powerful, and revenged. What a fantastic scene was in front of me as I finally recovered enough to breathe and see her outstretched form still wedged on the front of my prick. Her legs passed either side of my thighs, with the stockings rubbing the sides of my arse; her white blouse hung down her tied arms, and a pair of heaving breasts stared up at me, as I leaned forward to shove my tongue fully down her throat and claim her as mine. I reached down and hit the end button on my phone.
Chapter 3
I slid my soft hot prick out through the flood of our juices and took another photo, making Maxine jump at the bright flash. Maxine lay there looking totally fucked, but I wanted her as mine, not as the forthcoming bride to the Pilsbury Doughboy.
I placed my soft cock against her lips and told her, "Suck it."
Slowly her mouth opened and her tongue touched the sensitive tip. I couldn't take the sensations that was giving so I stepped forward so she licked the underside of my cock and my cum soaked balls.
As Maxine gently licked, I gradually felt life return to my cock. My right hand stroked her hair as my left hand mauled her tits roughly, hoping she wouldn't bite my balls off. Now Maxine started to turn her head so she could taste the come at the head of my cock. I eased back, grabbing her hair as I pushed my hardening cock into her mouth and told her to lick it clean. The feeling was fantastic as she warmed to the task, so I slid my left hand down over her tits, across her flat stomach and through her cum soaked bush. My middle finger slid gently through the warm cum and juices as it headed south towards her spread thighs. My thumb ran over her clit, making her draw hard on my cock, as my middle finger left her slit and came to rest against her puckered arse.
Maxine's eyes went wide as I smoothed our juices around her ring piece and then pressed gently against her hole. I pressed my hips further forward as my cock hardened and edged towards the back of her throat. Boy, was this a change of circumstance from the bossy bitch giving us orders and holding court in the office to the humiliated bitch tied down on her back sucking the life out of my cock.
At the same time my thumb rubbed against her raw clit, and my middle finger transferred more juices to her tight hole before applying more pressure to Maxine's virgin arse. My forefinger lightly slid up and down between her cum soaked cunt lips. My right hand slid over her right breast which instantly swelled as my outstretched finger reached her horny projecting nipple. With her voice on my answer phone, I now had a 'stay out of prison' card, but I wanted to make this moment complete after tolerating the bitch too many times in the past.
Maxine was starting towards another orgasm as my thumb alternated between her clit and the liquid filled cunt under it, but my middle finger was hooked on the intention to invade and pleasure her arse.
Maxine's arse squirmed under the pressure and pleasure of my left hand while she was forced to keep drawing on my cock as it started to think about a second coming. Whilst coming in her mouth would be wonderful and something that she probably hadn't experienced before with the Pilsbury Doughboy, I was sure she had never been fucked in the arse. I slipped my cock out of her mouth and started to chew on her nipples while I picked up my phone again with my right hand and hit redial and waited for the answer phone to click in again. I chewed and mauled her tits harder this time, making her wince as I continued to play with her clit and arse, bringing her to the boil.
As I felt Maxine reach close to another orgasm I left her tits and placed myself between her legs again.
I placed my burning cock gently up against her puckered arse and moved forward to bring pressure against the tight hole, then I ran my thumb roughly over her raw clit, asking "What do you want?" as I stopped rubbing her clit and just left her bouncing, anticipating arse rubbing up and down against my prick.
"Just make me come, damn you," she shouted.
I pushed forward a bit harder, starting to slowly stretch her tight arse open on the end of my fucking horny cock.
"What do you want Maxine?" I quietly asked.
"Fuck me," she yelled as I reached forwarded and started pulling hard on her nipples again.
"How do you want to be fucked Maxine?" I asked as she bounced her arse to get my burning prick towards her cunt.
"Where do you want to be fucked?" I asked again and pushed her down so she stayed steady as I pushed a little harder into her arse and feeling it give just a little more.
"Just fuck mmmeeeee," she screamed.
Another quick thumbing of her clit had her back to the boil and my final question, "Do you want my prick now?"
"YYYyyeesss, just fuck my arse, let me come, PPLLease," she screamed at me, unable to continue hovering at the edge of orgasm any longer.
The final humiliation of Maxine the bossy bitch was complete; now she was begging for the release of an orgasm and she now wasn't too proud to beg and take it up the arse. Without waiting I gradually pushed my throbbing prick into an arse for the first time, while Maxine screamed with pain and I grunted with pleasure. Her arse was so tight I thought it would peel my prick back like a banana skin. I leaned forward and pushed another inch in so Maxine could get used to it. Now I had humiliated her I didn't really feel right brutalizing her by ramming into her virgin arse in one hard thrust; besides this just made the moment last longer. I pulled her legs up on to my shoulders, feeling her stockinged calves rubbing against my skin. The feeling was so sexy, so powerful, my prick just kept swelling.
Cruelly, I reached down and firmly grabbed a buttock in each hand and kept sliding my prick further and deeper into her arse. I had never felt such sensations before. The cries of Maxine's pain and humiliation only heightened these intense sensations of power and pleasure. Once I was fully in, I just stood there and enjoyed the extreme pleasure of both the feeling of her tight arse and the sigh from Maxine's lips.
Once my prick has eased the urge to explode, I gradually pulled back and felt it slide in that tight hole. Releasing my grip on her arse cheeks, I inserted my right thumb into her dripping cunt making Maxine moan with pleasure as I then rammed forward with my hips, feeling my prick run along the back of my thumb through the thin membrane between her cunt and her arse.
She screamed in a mix of pleasure and pain as I started to pound into her arse. I pulled my thumb out and placed it on her raw red clit and then leant forward and took one of her nipples firmly between my teeth. The position made me think I was going to break my thumb, but it slid on to her clit and sent her over the edge into a screaming orgasm that scared me shitless. So I pulled out my thumb so I could lean forward and cover her mouth with mine to quieten her down. Her orgasm was massive with her arse bouncing up and down threatening to tip us both off the sawhorse, so I just rammed in and out of that so snug and tight arse as fast as I could, trying to last as long as I could, but her arse clamping around my hot prick set off a massive jet of spunk out of my chafed tool. I stood up, buried right up her arse and holding both nipples painfully in my hands.
"That's my wedding present to you both," I grunted.
Maxine was laid back wasted and purring as I finally pulled out of her not so tight arse with my very tender prick. While Maxine caught her breath I gave her abused pussy a final lick, making her scream again, so I had to stop that as I didn't want anyone catching us there. Leaving her pussy I headed north for the final time and gentle kissed her bush, her navel, and her swollen tits for the final time. I lovingly licked the underside of her beautiful breasts before gently sucking on each nipple. Finally I kissed her long and passionately as I hit the end button on my phone.
After a long kiss I cut her loose and gently eased her to the floor to recover while I put her knickers in my van along with the phone and camera. Maxine silently got dressed as I pulled my clothes on and then held the door open for her. The lack of conversation in the whole experience and her silence afterwards made it special for me. Too much talking lets people understand you. Maxine was not sure of herself now, which was how I wanted it.
I packed away the rest of the tools before driving out of the barn and up to the motorway, to take Maxine home to the Doughboy. She was quiet, reflecting on her evening, her TV programme long forgotten. Just in case she started to have second thoughts about how the evening went, I dialled home and remotely set my messages playing. Maxine could hear herself begging to be fucked, and so I reminded her she was mine and not to forget the important fact that the tape, the photos, and her wonderfully sexed up knickers would find their way around the lads at work if there was any sign of trouble. If she stayed quiet, then so would I.
I dropped her off at the end of her road in Sheffield and watched her slowly walk home to explain to Doughboy why she was so late. I turned the van around and headed home to my answer phone and dinner, the sweet smell of her sex stained knickers filling the van as I hung them from the mirror. |
Title: Double Surprise
Tags: inside trisha, hit ton, lot sooner, rubbing firmly, left give, minutes whispered, minutes spent, entwined hair, extended clit, body laying
Pure romance mixed with humor and hot sex, in two acts, makes for real happiness.....
I was a highschool senior, wrestling and football jock, and downright happy guy. My grades were good to excellent, and I already had a number of really nice athletic scholarship offers from several major colleges, and all before the Christmas break had even arrived. About the only thing that bummed me out was that I had recently broken up with my girlfriend of more than two years. No big loss in the company department because she was the controlling type. But I was horny as any guy could be since I hadn't been laid in nearly two weeks, almost an eternity when measured in high school days and high hormones. Oh, and just for the record, my name is Brad Clifford.
Anyway, the two week Christmas break finally arrived, and I was looking forward to several parties that my friends had scheduled. I was not a happy camper when my mom informed me that her best friend's daughters were throwing a Christmas party, and I was expected to attend. It seems my mom had been doing some serious bragging about "her" son and "his" achievements, and those young ladies, who only lived a short distance away (but in a rival school district), wanted very much to meet "superman."
Well, mom's tend to win any and all arguments with teenage sons, and especially if those disagreements occur anywhere around Christmas. I went to that stupid party under protest, and that's where I met Julie Robbins. She was a senior, like me. She was also the most beautiful girl/woman I had ever had the pleasure of meeting. She had honey blonde hair that smelled sweetly of orange blossoms, crystal-clear blue eyes, a smile that would make a queer go straight, and a body to die for. No fooling! She was 5'7" tall, weighed 118, had a perfect 34-22-34 body, completely complimented by a pair of beautifully matched, long, slender legs. They went all the way to her equally perfect ass, if you know what I mean.
Well, we hit it off right from the start. We talked a lot, and we danced together a lot, with both of us enjoying the slow tunes a lot more than the fast ones. Mysteriously, the DJ began playing a lot more slow songs. (Hey, it was her party, so she got to call the tunes.) And, I had a raging, steel-hard boner (that she seemed to really enjoy rubbing firmly against) from just an instant before I wrapped my arms around her to rub her back and cup her buns for the first time that evening.
Julie's only complaint during the entire evening was that her sister, Trisha, wasn't there. She was tied up attending to a sick cousin in Buffalo (four hours to the west), and obviously couldn't make it to the party that night. I asked her several times about her sister, who also happened to be her best friend and closest confidant, but all she would say was that she and 'Trish' were a lot alike in so many ways. I figured her apparent vagueness about Trish was simply because she just wanted to wait for me to actually meet her sibling, and I didn't have a problem with that.
The only problem that popped up during the party was three half-drunk classmates of hers who showed up around ten o'clock. They were football jocks, and quickly recognized me as "that fucking linebacker who kept squashing their running backs and intercepting their passes." I was actually expecting it when one of them tried to sucker-punch me a few minutes later. I ducked, dropped him in his tracks with a well-placed front kick, then dropped his two buddies with similar flashy moves, and all before they could cause any damage to me, Julie, any of the other kids, or the party room. Once they had been dragged outside, the party went on without any further interruptions. (Julie whispered later that she was duly impressed with my little manly display.)
I had already decided that I had to make this girl mine, no matter what. I think she felt the same way about me, because when I asked her out on a date she instantly accepted and asked 'when' with the most beautiful, excited little giggle in her voice. I suggested the next evening, and she gave me her answer with the sweetest, hottest, most delicious french kiss I had ever received from any girl. Her body was form-fitted to mine for the entire eight or ten minutes that the kiss lasted. I was in absolute heaven.
Well, to say that both her's and my parents were excited would be an understatement. I guess the two moms had secretly hoped Julie and I would hit it off. And the next morning I was informed by my mom that Julie and I were expected to make an appearance at our house for photos shortly after I picked her up and before we headed off to dinner at a nearby swanky restaurant. I spent the morning on the phone arranging for a nice bouquet of flowers and an equally nice orchid corsage, and then went to pick both of them up later in the afternoon.
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I picked Julie up right on time, and she, as well as both of her parents, were impressed with the beautiful roses and orchid. Then, after some photos had been taken by her dad, we headed back to my house for more photos. We still managed to make it to the up-scale Chinese restaurant on time, and dinner was both delicious and perfect. The conversation, likewise, was both delicious and perfect as we learned a great deal more about each other.
After dinner I suggested a movie, but Julie asked if we could just find an out-of-the-way spot and "talk." Well, now. Let's see..... In less than a New York minute we were headed to a beautiful (and very secluded) lake that also happened to be my favorite fishing hole. Twelve minutes after leaving the restaurant I shut off the headlights, but left the motor running. We were parked on a high bluff overlooking the entire lake, and it looked absolutely spectacular in the light of the almost full moon high above in an otherwise crystal clear, black sky.
We started off with some serious kissing. By midnight we were both completely naked, and she was ooohing and aaahing over my rather large, thick cock as she gave me a most wonderful hand-job. Since it was her third hand-job and my third cum of the evening the amount of juice I was able to squirt out was somewhat less than when I was fresher. And she had also found rather extensive pleasure as a result of my touches with fingers and tongue. In fact, at one point while I was eating out her sweet little snatch she began a rolling orgasm that almost resulted in overload. It was a full five minutes before she was able to fully regain her breath. And, as a side-note, during my oral and digital ministrations I discovered she was a virgin with a rather extensive hymen.
After we had dressed and before we left that very special spot I explained why I had not attempted to make love to her then and there. It was because 1.) I felt what we had found together in each other was really special, and I didn't want to screw it up (no pun intended), 2.) I though she was the most special girl I had ever met, and while neither of us could possibly know where our relationship would end up at our young ages, I truly hoped it would last a very long time, and I was not against using the 'forever' word with her, and 3.) I was willing to wait indefinitely because I wanted our first time, whenever it might happen, to be very special, which meant in a comfortable bed, and without either of us being rushed for any reason.
Boy! I sure wasn't prepared for her reaction to that heart-felt spiel. She cried! I mean she actually began to sob as she grabbed me around my neck and held me tighter than I had ever been held and hugged before. I was totally flustered. I was trying to be the perfect gentleman here, and she was not cooperating with the program. I mean, if not fucking her here and now made her act like that, who was I to cause such grief in such a beautiful, young, tender girl. And I was just about to reach up and once again unzip her dress when she managed to whisper in my ear that I was the most perfect guy she had ever met or ever hoped to meet. To quote her as best I can remember, I was the sweetest, nicest, most caring, sexiest, strongest, handsomest, coolest guy that ever lived or breathed. And she felt exactly the same way about our first time, too. She knew right then that I would be her first guy and take her virginity, and she wanted it to be very special, too. Then she started plastering my face with kiss after kiss. My hands froze less than a half inch from her zipper, and I just put them flat on her back and enjoyed her acknowledgment of my perfection.
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Our opportunity to be alone came a lot sooner than I expected. It seems the sick cousin in Buffalo expired rather unexpectedly, and Julie's entire family went up for the funeral. Then Julie and her sister returned to their home while her parents remained behind to console and assist with the adjustments such a tragedy often incurs. Julie called me as soon as the pair got home, and informed me that, for the next four to six days, her and Trisha would be home alone. She also expressed her deepest expectations that I would be able to respond to her location and ravish her for at least most of that time.
Well, I had my own little bit of good luck. My parents had, earlier that fall, won a Carribean cruise at the Methodist Church raffle. I had returned from taking them to the airport just five minutes before her call. In fact I still had the car keys in my hand when I answered the telephone to hear Julie's excited voice. And those keys did not make it into my pocket until after I had locked the car's door in Julie's driveway. It was coming up dinnertime, and I had boosted a bottle of champagne from my parent's supply before leaving the house. I sincerely hoped this would be a day (and night) to remember.
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I got my first surprise of the evening when Julie answered the door. I stepped inside, closed the door and locked it, and then took her in my arms and kissed her as passionately as I could. After some slight hesitation that I sensed more than noticed on her part she returned my kiss with an equal measure of passion. My hands were not idle during this activity, either. I slid them up her sides, then brought them back down with my thumbs rubbing firmly over each of her nipples. I felt her shiver when I did that, and I heard her moan so nicely as I cupped her butt cheeks and squeezed each rather forcefully.
I was so happy to be back in her arms, and I wanted her to know it, too. So that kiss lingered for several long, wonderful moments. When our lips finally parted, I hugged her so tightly, whispered her name several times, and told her how much I had missed her. She whispered back that she wasn't Julie!
I stepped back like I had just received an electrical shock. At the same instant I heard loud, peeling laughter coming from the staircase. I looked over to see Julie standing there, bent over at the waist and laughing her pretty little ass off. I looked back at the girl standing just two feet away with a look of total shock on my face. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. 'Trisha,' I enquired? And she joined her sister in beautiful, trilling laughter as she began to rapidly nod her head.
Identical twins! And I do mean identical! As they stood side by side I was totally unable to find a single facial feature that I might use to tell them apart. There were none. And none on the arms, hands, or that portion of the legs that I could see. They were as identical as it is possible for two lovely, angelic young ladies to be.
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Dinner was wonderful, and the bubbly hit the spot after the wonderful chicken dish the two girls had whipped up. We sat around talking for a couple of hours, most of it spent with Julie sitting on my lap and wiggling just enough to let me know what would come to pass in due time. Finally, with a little sexual tension in the air, I went off to use the bathroom. When I returned Trisha had already headed for bed. Julie and I kissed passionately for a few minutes before she whispered that it was time for us to go to bed, too. A shiver of excitement ran up and down my spine. Such was my excitement that I immediately stood up and headed for the stairs, my lovely lady cradled in my arms and giggling almost uncontrollably as she begged me to put her down.
Once we were in her bedroom, she excused herself and went into the bathroom. She instructed me to light some candles and be in bed, totally naked, when she returned. Well, what's a guy to do......
She returned a few minutes later to find the room illuminated by eight candles, and me under the covers of her queen-sized bed, waiting. She was wearing the sexiest, totally transparent, yellow baby-doll nightgown ever designed by man. The fluffy hem perfectly covered the junction point of her long, shapely legs, denying me a glimpse of that treasure. To say that I was ready would be a gross understatement. I had never been more ready for love in my entire life. Then she pattered over and slid into bed next to me, and I wrapped my arms around my angel.
Our lips met and locked together immediately, even before we had finished adjusting our bodies so there was absolutely no air remaining trapped in between. And out tongues renewed their acquaintanceship almost immediately, too. Passion began flowing freely in two directions, originating in both her heart and mine. I had never felt so overwhelmed by another's presence as I realized I was with her at that beautiful and very unique moment in time.
We continued to kiss for quite a while, both of us content to just share our present closeness, before my right hand began roaming over her body. I slid it up her side and then around to her back, letting it slide slowly back down her spine and eliciting a soft sigh from deep within her that I felt more than heard. My hand continued downward to gently cup, then grip her wonderfully smooth and oh so bare butt cheek. Another soft sigh was my reward when I gently squeezed it.
Finally I left off attending to her butt to slide my hand back to her waist. Then, gently gripping her there, I pulled her and rolled my own body so that she was laying on top of me. And her kissing became almost wild with both intensity and movements of her head for different angles as she took full advantage of the freedom this new position offered her. Her hands went to the sides of my face, her fingers rubbing and feeling from my cheeks, over my ears to the back of my head, and then running through my hair.
I, on the other hand, now had full freedom for both my hands. I slid them down to cup both of her butt cheeks, squeezing and kneading those luscious mounds. That she enjoyed my attention to that part of her anatomy was evidenced by an increase in her activity both at lip level and with her fingers moving all over my head. Since I was thoroughly enjoying what she was doing to my head, I just naturally continued doing what I was doing to her butt, with an occasional finger swipe along her crease, of course. That drove her totally wild.
Finally we were both ready to move to a little higher level. I gripped the hem of her gauzy nightgown and began working it up her body. She, for her part, lifted various parts of her body at the appropriate time to assist me in my efforts. And the garment was soon over her head, off her arms, and somewhere on the floor.
I again gripped her side gently with my right hand and arm, an rolled her and myself over until I was laying on top of her. Then, with a parting kiss, I began working my way down her body. Of course I paused for a substantial period to pay oral homage to every square inch of both of her perky, cone-shaped breasts. I was especially respectful of her nipples, adding more than a few gentle nibbles and a couple of firm bites to both of those sensitive nuggets. Then I moved down further, kissing her naval. When I speared my tongue into that fissure, her squeal of pleasured surprise was enough to wake the dead.
After several minutes spent in that general vicinity, I moved my kisses a little lower until I was over and in her sparse pubic bush. I licked around the edges of that womanly forest until I had made a full circle. Making that oral trip was a real chore, mainly because her hips were now bucking upwards so wildly.
Finally, I was there. My nose was less than an inch from her most prized treasure. Her sweet, womanly aroma was indeed therapy for my over-abundance of hormones. But I wasn't expecting her to do what she did when I moved forward rather rapidly to jam my tongue onto her clit and then into her vaginal opening. She screamed! I mean, she let out the loudest scream of surprised pleasure that she was capable of, without a doubt rattling every window in the house and many in the surrounding neighborhood. And she came, too. Her first orgasm of the night, and it was an intense mind blower of an orgasm if her bouncing hips, thrashing arms and head lashing from side to side were any kind of accurate indicator.
I was unaware at first that we were both now bathed in the bright light of the overhead lamp. But when the new brightness did gain my attention, I raised my head from Julie's womanhood to glance over to my left where Trisha was standing in the open bathroom door. She was looking intently at the two of us. Without comment I went back to work on the beautiful pussy in front of me, immediately causing a series of moans to escape from deep within my love's breast.
I opened my eyes to glance up at Julie's head, hoping to see some kind of physical reaction to my oral efforts. I was not disappointed. Her head was still rapidly flopping from side to side on the pillow, and her squirming hips and legs were becoming harder and harder to control. I also noticed that the overhead light had been turned off, but a quick glance to the left revealed that Trisha was still standing there in the open doorway.
Just then I managed to capture Julie's greatly extended clit with my lips. I released it only to begin rapidly vibrating my lips on it. She reacted with another scream and what appeared to be the complete levitating of her body by several inches off the bed. She was actually attempting to jam her pelvis into my mouth in her efforts to increase the sensations of pleasure she was now receiving. And I was more than willing to accept her offering, increasing my oral action as I again vibrated my lips on her clit.
After she had experienced four or five orgasms, I began sliding up her body, kissing everywhere as I traveled, intent on now claiming my prize. But when I finally reached her head and we once again began kissing with exuberant passion, and as I was nestling comfortably between her widely spread legs, I realized Julie had other ideas.
She pushed me over until she was once again on top. Then, after some more wonderfully tender kissing, she began her own mission, kissing her way slowly down my body. When she reached my nipples, she did exactly what I wasn't expecting. After a few gentle licks with her tongue, which had my chest buds as hard as her own.... she bit me! It wasn't too hard a bite, but it sure caught my attention in a most memorable surprise! My cock was literally throbbing from that point on, and I think she knew it, too.
After what seemed like an eternity, she continued her downward travels. She paused to kiss and lick my navel, but thankfully for not too long. And after leaving that crevice, she moved down to where the head of my cock was only an inch or so from her lips. Her gentle, warm breath on that sensitive appendage in its current condition was almost more than I could take.
She grasped my cock with both her hands and lifted it until it pointed straight up. Then, she lowered her head until she had taken the head inside her mouth. And for the next five minutes, which seemed like an equal number of hours, all she did was swirl her tongue around it and suck it oh so gently. The sweet, electrical sensations I was feeling were absolutely maddening.
And that was when I got my next surprise. Without any warning, she engulfed my entire cock in one downward motion, deep-throating me in the blink of an eye. It was simply too much for me to take, and I began blowing my load of cum forcefully down her throat instantaneously. There was no noticeable build-up to that orgasm. It was not there, and then it was there. And, the intensity and duration were both more than I had ever experienced before that beautiful and wonderful instant in time.
But she wasn't finished with me. Once I had finished filling her throat and belly with my cream, she began an upward-downward motion that caused my entire cock to be touching her lips on the up-stroke and firmly encased in her maddeningly tight throat when her nose was buried in my thick pubic bush. What a wonderful sensation! And, she kept this up long enough that I was becoming concerned I might blow another load. Now I fully realized that cumming again was definitely my goal. But cumming again in her mouth was not.
Gently I pulled her off my cock and upwards towards the head of the bead. Then, I pushed her gently off my chest and we both rolled over, me ending up on top of her and nicely nestled between her widely spread legs. I started to reach down and guide my cock to where it and I wanted it to be, but she beat me to it. I felt her fingers grasp it, then rub it up and down her crease several times before centering it on her womanhood and removing her hand.
I pushed slowly inside her, marveling at her torridly hot wetness. At the same time we were staring directly into each other's eyes. Then the tip of my cock reached her maidenhead, and I saw her winch just a little with the discomfort of that action. I whispered that there was no other way, and she whispered back for me to do it quickly.
A quick, forward 'pop' of my hips, and it was done. She closed her eyes and made an audible mewing sound as her nails dug mercilessly into my back. I had intended to hold totally still at that point, but she was so hot, and so wet, and my body so keyed up, that I slowly continued to slide into her. In seconds we were as closely bound together as a man and his woman could possibly be. And the sensations I experienced at that moment were so far beyond my young ability to translate into any language spoken on this earth that I could only do one thing. I gently kissed her as deeply and passionately as I possibly could. She responded in kind as I felt her entire body slowly relaxing under me.
I waited as long as I possibly could for her pain to reside. Finally, with a barely noticeable nod, she signaled me she was ready for the main event. I began my stroking ever so slowly. She quickly joined my rhythm with slight up-thrusting movements of her hips. Then, I slowly began speeding up, and she never once fell behind.
By the time I was into a rapid, full-length thrust, she suddenly stopped all movement, closed her eyes, and began to shudder all over. Her pussy's muscles gripped my cock like a strong hand at the same time. I slowed my movements a little, and she recovered quick enough. Then it was once again full-speed ahead as I plowed into her with the full length of my cock. At one point it was actually leaving her body completely, only to refill her wonderful womanhood just as completely an instant later.
I didn't want this to end, but it wasn't long before I felt that familiar and oh, so wonderful stirring in my own loins. I whispered to her that I was about to cum, and asked her to cum with me. She said, "Oh, Yessss, Braddddd", as I went for the finish.
Thirty seconds later I was there. So was she. We both began moaning as I thrust powerfully into her to get as deep inside as I possibly could. Then, my dam broke and I began flooding her innermost reaches with my male cream. She had begun her orgasm a few seconds before mine broke, but when she felt me coating her insides, the sensations apparently intensified her release, and it was all I could do just to hang on and remain imbedded deeply inside her.
We continued kissing passionately as my cock slowly began to soften. But she would have none of that, reaching down to take me in hand and begin squeezing and stroking me back to firmness. It didn't take much stimulation, what with the nearness of her body and the musky odor of her sex filling my nostrils.
In mere seconds I was completely hard, and this time she pushed me over on my back. Then, swinging a leg over my torso, she held herself above me as she guided my cock into her womanhood. With a relaxation of her legs, I was once again embedded deeply inside her. And it was shortly after that wonderful instant that I discovered what a wild woman she really was.
She began a rapid forward - backwards movement of her hips, which absolutely drove me crazy. Then she was moving just as rapidly up and down. And she kept that up for many long, pleasurable minutes. Then I whispered for her to turn around, and she rotated herself on me, my cock remaining inserted in her the entire time.
She began her up and down thrusting, and it was my turn to give her a surprise. As she came down on one of her thrusts, my middle finger penetrated her rectum completely, causing her to squeal, grind her hips onto my cock and finger very forcefully, and convulse with another powerful orgasm. And after she had recovered and had once again began her own thrusting, my finger remained where it was, sawing in and out and intensifying her own sensations many fold.
But I simply could not take that kind of pleasure-torture. I felt myself ready to cum, and then I was cumming, filling her once again with everything I had left to give her. She felt me throbbing and spurting inside, her filling with my cream, and it set her off into another mind- blowing orgasms. She shuddered all over, finally flopping forward and laying still, relishing the thrills still strongly coursing through her body.
After what seemed like forever, we both came down from that plateau only a couple deeply in love or in lust can reach. I slowly directed her around until her head was once again next to mine, and I kissed her passionately. Then, facing each other, we cuddled closely. Both of us felt a satisfaction too wonderful to describe. And, after she had turned until she was facing the other direction, and I had left the bed long enough to pee and blow out the candles, we fell asleep, "spooned" gently together.
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Sometime during the night I was semi-awakened by her stirring and then getting out of bed. I vaguely remember hearing the patter of her feed going into the bathroom before I once again entered the land of nod.
Sometime after that, I was once again disturbed by the bed's motion as she came back. I felt her hand rubbing over my shoulder, and I began slowly to awaken, sliding my arm over her waist and drawing her closer to me. Then we were kissing oh so gently and tenderly, and the thought of how lucky I was to have found Julie flashed through my mind.
Our kisses became more passionate, and I was definitely becoming wide awake in short order. Then I hugged her, gently nibbling on her ear as I again smelled the sweet odor of raspberries, obviously the essence residue of her shampoo. It added to the erotic sensations that invaded her bedroom.
She must have been ready for another round because her hand trailed down over my chest and belly to gently grasp my member and begin squeezing it's semi-hardness. Our kissing intensified in passion as I began feeling her breasts again. I pinched her nipples in as many different ways as I could, eliciting more than a few moans of pleasure in the process. Soon it became apparent that she was ready, and I gently pushed her over on her back as I once again got into position on top of her.
I moved down her body, trailing kisses over her every curve and valley, paying special attention to her wonderfully tender nipples, then moving further down. I reached her womanhood and began gently nibbling on her already slightly extended clit. At the same time I began to probe her vaginal entrance. I inserted my finger into her.........
Wait just one damn minute, I was suddenly saying to myself! Just what the hell is this??? My fingers were telling me something was physically and biologically wrong here. I was rubbing on a hymen that I had forcefully removed by the usual method several hours earlier. What the.....
Then, it hit me like a ton of bricks. This wasn't Julie. It was Trisha!!!!! Those identical twins were trying to pull a switch on me. And the best part is that it no doubt would nave worked if both of them had not been virgins. Then, still stimulating her with my tongue and fingers, I thought about something else. Julie's hair smelt of orange blossoms, but Trisha's smelt like raspberries.
Why were they doing this? Well, regardless of their reason, I considered myself to be one very lucky guy. And, I thought to myself, I was going to take full advantage of it. And with that, I drew my tongue slowly upward along her crease, slowly circled around her bush, and then back down just as slowly to once again find and follow her crease. Her sweet pussy began to well up with more of her wonderfully sweet juices as I began licking towards her very wet entrance. I had already decided that, unlike Julie, I was going to tease Trisha so miserably that, when she finally did cum for the first time, it would be an earth shaker for her. She moaned, moving both her hands down to grab twin handfuls of my hair and gently pull me tighter into her.
Her body trembled as I felt a shiver coursed through her when I flicked my tongue across both of her pussy's lips, licking some of the juices that were flowing from her in copious quantities. She moaned again rather loudly, only this time she ended it with a drawn out, "Yessss, Braddddd. Ohhhhhhhhhhh yesssss."
Then I moved my attentions to her little hooded clit. It was already beginning to lengthen with her growing excitement, and my tongue was soon encouraging it to even greater lengths. Then, manipulating it with my tongue, I managed to free it from the protective hood, exposing it completely to my maddening oral attack.
I managed to shift my head enough to glance at the bathroom door. There was Julie, standing there in the near-darkness watching her sister and I just as her sister had observed her and I several hours earlier. I believe she was naked, but couldn't be completely sure. And, it was at that instant that I suddenly understood. It was love, pure and simple. Julie and Trisha shared such a loving bond for each other that one was willing to share anything, including a special guy, with the other. And I suddenly felt very special for just being allowed to be a part of that relationship of pure, unlimited love.
Then I felt Trisha tensing up, and knew her release was almost within her grasp. So, just as suddenly as I attacked it, I left her clit to lick her lips on either side of her entrance. Her hands, still entwined in my hair, were suddenly pulling so hard it was painful, a sure sign of her growing frustration and excitement. She had absolutely no idea what was going to happen to her body in just a few long, drawn-out minutes.
I slowly inserted my tongue into her vaginal entrance, pushing it in as deeply as it would go but not so forcefully that it would set her off. I wasn't quite through with priming her powder-keg. She became still as I slowly circled and twisted my tongue around inside her channel, obviously wanting to feel and enjoy its every movement. Then, once again, I felt her tensing up with an impending orgasm. So I removed my tongue completely and went back to just kissing her outer lips and the soft flesh surrounding them.
Finally I knew it was time. Her entire body was quivering almost uncontrollably. The instant I stimulated her to and beyond the point of no return, I knew I would have to hold on tightly. But I was ready, and my tongue speared into her womanhood as deeply as it would go. I began humming, and I blasted her clit with as much warm air out my nose as I could muster. She went over the top in a mind-altering orgasm at that instant.
Her reaction was even more violent than I had anticipated. Of course she screamed, a scream that reverberated through the house. And, her back arched suddenly and forcefully upwards. Her hands, at first still entwined in my hair, let go and flew upwards to claw the air above her head, then to be brought down to cover her mouth as she moaned loudly and thrashed about. It was all I could do just to hang on and not get flipped to the side as her hips bounced upward repeatedly.
It was more than a minute before she ceased her trembling and thrusting. Finally, I crawled up her body until I was laying between her widely spread legs and kissing her just as passionately as I knew how. When we finally broke that kiss, I felt her hand reach down and grasp my penis, bringing it over and in line with her pussy. Then she rubbed the head up and down her crease before bringing it to her entrance and whispering that she was ready.
'Are you sure you want to do this, ....Trisha,' I softly asked her?
Her reply was a broad smile, a nod of her head, a barely audible umm hummm, and a pull with both of her hands on my back, urging me to enter her as I had her sister earlier. So, after shifting myself upwards slightly and planting my knees in the mattress, I kissed her deeply and pushed myself into her slowly. When I reached her barrier, I hesitated for only an instant before once again "popping" my hips and pushing my cock quickly and cleanly through her hymen.
She surprised me again, suddenly breaking into another orgasm instead of reacting to the pain I knew she had to feel. Her back arched and her hips thrust quickly upward several times, driving herself into my cock and, I realized, rubbing her clit along the top of my shaft.
I held still for the time she needed to come back down, then I started to slowly drive myself into and back out of her sweet and very tight love tunnel. I speeded up, and she began her own rhythm to meet each of my thrusts with one of her own. Soon we were both lost in that wonderful, time-tested dance of love that only a man and his woman can do so well. And I was able to hold out for a very respectable period of time this, enjoying the sensations I was receiving from her innermost depths while not feeling the overwhelming need to empty my seed deep inside her.
But all good things have to come to an end. Trisha had managed to have two more orgasms before I felt the familiar stirring in my groin that foretold of my impending release. And then, almost without further warning, I was there, driving myself deep inside her and spurting out my love cream to co-mingle with her own juices. She, feeling me go over the top, joined me with a mild but pleasant orgasm of her own. And I continued thrusting into her to maintain the pleasure both of us felt until I softened and finally plopped out.
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The three of us spent what was left of that night, sleeping together in Julie's oversized bed. In the morning all of us showered together in her parents oversized bathtub. Then, after a wonderful breakfast of bacon and eggs, consumed by three naked teenagers at the kitchen table, we went back upstairs for a little more frolicking.
Julie and I began kissing as my back hit the mattress. Trisha, not to be left out, began kissing another part of my anatomy and causing it to stir quickly to full tumescence. Then she began sucking on me to beat the band. I was in heaven, and found it hard to concentrate on giving Julie her just due with my kisses as her sister performed magic on my cock.
But as pleasurable as that was, I didn't want to blow my load down her throat. So, I broke my kiss with Julie and asked both girls if either one of them wanted to give up her cherry ass. Julie reacted first with a happy, squealing YESSS, but Trisha, after begging her sister and pointing out that Julie had been first to lose her virginity so it was only fair that she, Trisha, got to be first to lose her anal cherry. Julie agreed with that logic, and Trisha was soon on her hands and knees with me kneeling close behind her.
I positioned myself properly behind her and, after running my cock deep inside her pussy to get it good and wet (just an excuse really, because of her blowjob), and running first one, then two fingers into her anal sphincter to stretch it out a little, I put the head of my cock on the puckered little hole and began to gently but firmly press myself forward while holding on tightly to her hips with both hands. After applying what seemed to be only a little pressure, the head of my cocp popped inside. Then, a strong, steady push with my hips sent my cock all the way inside Trisha's wonderfully tight ass until my balls slapped her pussy.
Trisha's face was buried in a pillow, and I could feel more than hear her moaning. I held myself still, allowing her to adjust to my thickness in her now 'devirginized' ass. But after more than a minute with no reaction from her, I began pumping a little, actually moving less than a half- inch in and out. That was soon increased to half my cock before she raised her head and spoke for the first time. "Shit, this feels so fucking incredibly awesome that I never want it to stop. Julie, it is more intense than fucking. Really, it is." Then she fell silent as I continued to ream her out, increasing my stroke length until just the head of my cock remained inside her before plunging back into her depths.
It was over a lot sooner than I wanted. One instant I was happy with just stroking in and out. Then, the feeling of my orgasm was there and it was actually happening, all in a split second. Trisha must have felt me fire off my salvo because it tripped her trigger and she was bucking her hips and screaming or moaning into the pillow as she joined me in orgasm. It had to be the most intense few moments of my short but wonderful life as I felt the most mind-blowing orgasm I had ever experienced.
We both collapsed onto the bed, my cock still imbedded deeply inside Trisha's ass and me laying on top of her torso. But soon enough it softened, and I withdrew to roll over on my back. Julie, who had been laughing hard at her sister's and my pleasurable antics, came up and kissed me oh so deeply. Then, suddenly breaking our kiss, she announced in a low, staccato voice that it was, "my turn!" I mentioned that I was now soft, to which she simply stated, "no problem", and jumped off the bed, heading for the bathroom.
She returned a few seconds later, two warm, damp wash towels in her hands. A few minutes spent cleaning me up, and then I found my now flaccid cock completely engulfed inside her mouth. In almost no time at all she had worked her own brand of magic on me, and I once again "stood proud and tall," as only a teenage boy can do.
Then, figuring she would want the same position, I started to get up. But she had other ideas in that department, too, and pushed me back down. Then she straddled me and raised herself up as high as she could stretch. It wasn't enough, so she rearranged herself on her feet and squatted directly over my cock. I reached out and steadied her by the shoulder as she used both her hands to line me up. Once she was sure of our positions, she lowered herself directly onto me and I popped inside. She closed her eyes tightly, gritted her teeth, and sucked in air, all at the same time.
But I was inside, and she recovered from the pain very quickly. Soon she was lowering herself, taking me deeper and deeper inside her rectum. A strange, almost determined smile spread across her face as I went deeper and deeper, until finally I could go no farther, and she shifted herself until she was once again on her knees.
Soon she got into her own rhythm of moving forward, then impaling herself once again. We were soon exchanging 'peck' kisses every time she came forward. Then we were touching tongues with each of her 'out-strokes'. It was another truly erotic series of movements, with her doing all the work and definitely enjoying herself immensely.
Trisha, for her part, was about worn out, and just laid quietly on the bed, watching her sister and I do this sterile variation of the eternal dance of love. Then Julie began having some smallish, rapid-fire orgasms that drove her to move harder and harder as she rode my cock. Soon, the intensity of her releases increased to the point she had to pause every so often just to let them run their course and allow her to regain control of her muscles.
As for me, I really wasn't sure if I had anything left to give this sweet angel as a reward for her efforts. I knew she was getting off, but I didn't feel any of the familiar sensations that might signal even a distant orgasm on my part. In fact I was beginning to wonder if I had literally 'run dry' when Julie began a rotating descent every time she drove my cock back into her body. That was something intense, and I didn't know how to handle it or adjust for it. I was cumming intensely almost before I realized I was there.
Julie, on the other hand, knew for a fact I was definitely there, and finished herself off with another series of free-fall downward strokes that sent her to a higher orgasmic plane than she had ever attained before. In fact, her orgasm had such intensity that she literally fainted while still sitting almost straight up, if only for a couple of seconds. I caught her falling body, and eased her down to my chest to kiss her forehead, hug her tightly, and rock her gently in my arms.
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The twins parents were delayed on their return. They were six full days in returning. My parents were seven. And Julie, Trisha and I made excellent use of all that free time. I doubt any three people ever spent more time penetrating, being penetrated, kissing, being kissed, hugging, fondling, feeling, groping, tonguing, sucking, lickings..... Well, I think you get the picture. And there was something else unusual about our love-making. It just got better. It's like, you know, some people have hot sex the first time, and then it's all down hill from there. They can never really obtain that high place they did when together for the first time.
The three of us, on the other hand, kept climbing to greater heights with each new encounter, regardless of whether it was one on one or two on one.. If I were rating our loving, then it would have to be from great to greater to even greater sex. And believe me, I am definitely not complaining. In fact, we are already making plans for spring break and the summer. And, since they are planning on attending State U in the next big town just 70 miles down the road, I decided to accept a full scholarship from that school as well. We will live off campus, in adjoining apartments. Now, isn't that just the most convenient thing you ever heard of?
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Title: Friends to Lovers
Tags: teasing skin, clit touch, life fullest, opal, traveling body, long fucked, barely touch, sliding panties, breasts nipple, dipping fingers
***AUTHOR'S NOTE:*** *This story was inspired by an email I received from a new dear friend, Beverly. Beverly asked that I write about her experience. What is written here is what Beverly conveyed to me via email and I can only hope that I did her experience justice in my own storytelling way. Enjoy!*
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*It has been a while since I have had any type of ongoing sexual relationship. I divorced my husband a few years ago. In order to make ends meet, work takes up a big part of my life now, that and concentrating on my son. He is about to start college, so I think I am getting that empty nest syndrome. The one you hear so much about and say, "No, not me. A quiet house will be wonderful." Well, take it from me, I'd prefer horns honking, phone calls at all hours of the night and loud music to an empty home any day.*
*But there is one thing that makes my life "empty"and being a very sexual person, it's a "big" thing. It's been years since I have actually been fucked by a man. The worst part is, I'm only 39 years old.*
*Each night, I lay in my bed and pretend that someone, anyone is here fucking me, licking me, touching me. All the sex toys in the world can't curb my need or suppress my appetite. I need sex. I crave it, long for it. I need something real to touch, to taste. That latex, rubberized item is great for orgasms, but I need to be held and kissed, too. Oh, I had opportunities for a man, but had really not wanted to get into one night stands. And the complications for a long term relationship were beyond my needs at the time. I was not the bar hopping type, nor was I interested in seducing someone at work.*
*As I look back at my words, it sounds as if I am apologizing for how I long to be fucked, but I'm not. I guess it just amazes me at how everything came together. I realize that when you read my story, you'll think that I made it up, that it's just a tale. But as I sit here with a big grin on my face and explain to you in complete details what recently took place in my life, you'll realize that anything is possible.*
*You see. I have this friend, Opal. Opal is a wonderful woman, her attitude on life is one which everyone should live by \~ "Live for today and fuck everyone else!" Opal would say, winking as she added, "Literally for that matter!" She would laugh and her eyes would sparkle with a hint of mischievousness. I know Opal and I knew that she did mean it literally. Oh, she isn't the type to sleep around, but she has an "open" marriage and does not hide the fact that she is bisexual.*
*I have known Opal for years, being my neighbor for ten years gave us the opportunity to become friends. She is quite the opposite of me. She is very outgoing, confident and friendly to everyone. Which is why I was drawn to her immediately. I never needed to be the center of attraction and Opal fit that part perfectly. I would fade into the background as Opal took a center stage at any function her and I attended. But, ultimately, Opal would put her arm around me, draw me close to her and make sure that I was right there by her side. I think she also enjoyed the fact the people would look at us and wonder if something sexual was going on. She'd blow me kisses, wink at me and at any given moment, touch some part of my body.*
*At first I was taken back by that. I wasn't much of a "touchy-feely" person and coming from a large, wealthy family we rarely hugged or showed much affection toward each other growing up. But at some point, I began to enjoy Opal's touch, the way she would let her eyes wander over my body and then lick her lips as our eyes met. I used to get embarrassed and my cheeks would turn red and Opal would revel in my reaction. I would always glance away, shaking my head as Opal would laugh. But one day my body betrayed me and Opal didn't laugh.*
*It had been at a party during the Summer at Opal's house. I had a bit too much to drink and one of my favorite songs came on the radio, so I began dancing on the patio, my head back, eyes closed letting the music fill my body. I remember running my hands through my hair, slowly swaying my hips to beat, losing myself totally in the melody. When I opened my eyes, Opal was staring at me, her mouth slightly opened, she had a different look in her eyes, not her playful looks, but her eyes filled what I could only describe as lust.*
*I watched as if in slow motion, as she brought her tongue out to lick her lips as her eyes traveled my body resting on my breasts. I felt tingling there and looked down and saw that my nipples were standing erect, protruding through my thin, cotton T-shirt and could feel a heaviness in my pussy, a heaviness I hadn't felt there in a long time. My body betrayed me. I wanted Opal from that moment on and I knew she wanted me. If it wasn't for the fact that tons of people, including my son, were at her party, we would have been in each other arms, moving against each other to the music, touching each other, loving each other. From that moment, I knew something would happen, it was just when and who would initiate it.*
*Yes, I am sure you are thinking, "So, this story is about you and Opal getting it on!" And yeah, it is. But, you see, it was my first time having a sexual relationship with a woman or even wanting a woman in a sexual manner. I never thought that I would be eating pussy, nor did I think that I would enjoy it as much as I did, and do, with Opal.*
*But, then again, Opal makes it easy. She's beautiful and that's an understatement. Her description is quite like mine. Both of us are of average height, dark hair and light eyes. Even our body measurements' match: 36C-25-37. Sounds nice, right? Oh . . . you have no idea just how nice and tasty she is, we are together. I can actually feel myself getting wet as I think back to that day when friends became lovers . . .*
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It had been about a week since Opal's party and I had been avoiding her ever since. I felt silly and embarrassed at my raw sexual reaction when I caught her watching me as I danced and wasn't sure how to approach it. My kitchen window faces the side of Opal's house making it easy for me to see if she's home or not and in order to get out of my house this morning without running into her, I had forgotten my lunch. Since work had been slow lately, my boss didn't mind my taking a few extra minutes so I decided to run home and eat there. As I drove past Opal's house, I noticed her car was gone and took a deep breath.
I made myself a small salad, sat down on my couch and was just beginning to read a magazine when my phone rang. I was extremely surprised that it was Opal. My heart was pounding in my chest and I could barely breathe. I took a quick glance out the window but didn't see her car in the driveway.
"I . . didn't realize you were home." I said hoping not to sound too surprised. Opal laughed and said that her car was having some mechanical problems so her husband took it to the shop for her. We made idle chit chat, her asking why I was home so early and my explaining I had forgotten my lunch. Then Opal told me something I had been wanting to hear, that she wasn't able to get me off her mind since her party. She laughed in a low, seductive way and said that she thought of making love to me every night before she sleeps.
"Bev," Opal said in low, sensual voice, "have you thought of me as well? Have you pictured us together? Our bodies pressed against each other? Did you imagine my hand caressing your cheek?"
I did imagine that, each night in my bed I would lay there, my eyes closed, tracing a hand over my skin where I would picture Opal's mouth, her tongue would touch me.
Opal's seductive voice cut through my thoughts, "Can you imagine my hand traveling down your body, over your collar bone, my finger tips tracing the raised, soft skin over this slightly protruding bone? Can you feel my fingers lightly rake over your breast? Can you feel the nipple rise to meet my fingertips?"
"Yes . . . " I whispered into the phone.
"Do you enjoy soft, light kisses? Close your eyes. Do you feel my tongue caressing your lips, feel the moistness of my mouth? The way our tongues play together?"
I could hardly believe my ears, my heart was pounding so hard, that I thought it might jump out of my chest. But there was more to it . . . I wanted that. I did close my eyes and I did picture it, just like I have ever since that party.
"I want to draw a line of wet kisses from your neck, Bev, to your breasts so I can take your nipple in my mouth, circle the nub with my tongue, lick it, suck it. Do you feel your nipples getting hard, Bev? Touch them for me. Pinch them . . . do you feel that sensation in your pussy when you do that? Do you feel it twinge?"
Opal paused for just a moment and then continued.
"Mmm . . . Do you want me to cup those beautiful breasts of yours, Bev? Lick those nipples, suck on them, slowly blow on them and watch them rise to my lips. Do you want that, Bev? Will you let me play with your breasts and suck your nipples?"
Swallowing hard, I told her in a very hoarse voice, "Yes." And I was picturing it and I could feel my body responding to the thoughts of soft, wet sensations of her tongue as it traced a path from my lips, down my neck, finding its way to my breasts and then to my nipple.
"Picture it trailing a long, wet path down your stomach, Bev, to that dark patch waiting for me to lick it. Can your body feel a desire for me between your legs? Are you getting wet for me?"
"Yes . . . "
"Can you imagine my soft lips sucking your clit into my mouth, your fingers buried in my hair, pulling my face deeper between your wet lips? I want you to spread those legs for me, show me your pink, engorged clit, I want to touch it with my tongue. Are you going to let me stick my tongue in it? Will you let me suck your clit, taste you?"
I exhaled an "oh." And heard Opals laugh, but she continued in a whisper, "Are you going to give me your sweet pussy, Bev?"
My intake of breath had her giggling. I almost screamed into the phone that she could. She whispered again, "Oh, yes, Bev. You're going to let me stick my tongue in it, let me suck your clit, taste you. Can you see yourself bent over allowing me to worship your beautiful ass? I want to run my hands over those cheeks, spreading them so I can slowly lick you. Would you like that, too, Bev? Would you like me to spread your beautiful cheeks and lick your gorgeous ass?"
I said, "Yes, yes, YES! No one has ever . . ."
Opal didn't miss a beat, she continued her teasing, "And fuck it with my tongue while my fingers spread your lips and tease your clit? Touch yourself for me, Bev. Bring your fingers down and into your panties. Slide them over those wet lips for me, Bev. Mmm . . . let me hear the sound your pussy is making for me, Bev."
I moaned screamed, "Opal, I promise you can do anything to me you want. Anything at all, listen Opal . . ."
I moved the phone down, sliding my panties to the side, wondering if she would be able to hear anything. My pussy lips were wet and I tried to flick my fingers back and forth quickly, making juice noises. I had an incredible urge to rub the receiver up against my clit and have an orgasm right there and then, but I quickly pulled the receiver back and asked Opal, "Can you tell how wet I am?"
I heard Opal's slight intake of breath, and wasn't sure if what I did was part of Opal's plan. I think she intended to make me excited, anticipating what was going to happen, keep me on the edge for all she said before she hung up was, "Well, then I will see you tomorrow." I was numb when I hung up the phone, thinking whether or not I should go into the bedroom and relieve myself, but taking a quick look at the clock I realized I had no time and headed back to work, horny and unfulfilled.
The remainder of my afternoon was a fog. Several times, I would sit, close my eyes, hear Opal asking each question again. My boss approached me during one of those mental breaks and asked if I had a "liquid lunch?" Laughing, I told him that I had so many things on my mind and just couldn't wait for the day to be over. Little did he know that I had to squeeze my legs together to absorb the feeling deep in my crotch. I squirmed in my seat several times that day. You know you can pleasure yourself quite innocently and discretely when you have a desk to slide your chair under.
I buried myself into work after that, peeking at the clock every five minutes waiting for those hands to say "five o'clock." When they did, I sprang out of my chair, said a quick goodbye to everyone. I needed to get home, I needed to get out my trusty dildo, to which I donned the name, "Jack" and fantasize about my earlier phone call. He was in for a busy evening! I was insatiable. And he better be ready to perform!
When I reached home, there was a note taped to the refrigerator from my son telling me that he was going out with his girlfriend and not to wait up. I was relieved. I looked out my kitchen window and saw that Opal's car was in the driveway. I smiled to myself, my mind jumping quickly to our earlier conversation. My crotch ached. I had to delay such thoughts. I started to go through the mail and listen to the messages on my answering machine. I would take time to get all the small things out of the way so I could take an uninterrupted bubble bath and satisfy my growing needs!
I hit the button on the answering machine as I headed toward my bedroom and stopped in my tracks when I heard Opal's voice telling me that she was all alone for a while and wanted to invite me over. She said she had been wet since we spoke and couldn't get me out of her mind. I knew we would have only a couple of hours but wanted to go anyway, so I called Opal.
It had been so very long since I had been fucked by anyone! Other than my own fingers, or "Jack" and although it can be a Godsend, it just isn't the same. I had showered and prettied up. I had just bought a new pale blue bra and new panties, very brief and sheer, put on some clean jeans, a top and a pair of low heels. I was terribly excited, so turned on that my pussy that my panties were beginning to dampen before I got out the door.
When I arrived, Opal opened the door with a huge grin on her face. She was dressed the same as me and I felt myself begin to calm down. She hugged and kissed me on the cheek and ended with a pat on my butt. I blushed but a thrill coursed throughout my body at her touch. She must have felt my nervousness and she kissed me lightly on my lips and said, "We are going to have so very much fun. You will feel more wonderful than you ever have. You'll see!"
She took my hand and led me into the living room. Opal's house was set up much like mine, although where my interior was more light and airy, Opal's choices were dark, warm hues. Her sofa and chairs were made of dark brown leather and had more of a metropolitan look. There was soft music playing in the background and candles were lit in various places around the room, giving it a very romantic mood. She asked me if I would like a glass of wine, which I of course accepted. We made a silent toast, clinking our glasses together and watched each other as we took a sip.
"So, Bev," Opal asked as we sat on the couch, twirling my hair in her fingers, "did you think of me today?" Before I could answer, Opal continued her questioning, moving closer to me until our thighs were almost melting into each other. I swallowed hard as I felt her lips just barely touch my ear. I could smell her perfume and the smell of wine on her breath as she spoke and began to feel slightly lightheaded.
"Did you feel your body aching to be touched by me? Did your pussy get wet with anticipation of how I would lick it?"
Licking my lips to moisten them, I noticed my breathing began to quicken. I could feel my pussy begin to throb and gently squeezed them together. I felt tingling in my nipples and saw them poking out of the silky material of my top. Opal noticed as well, as she entangled her fingers in my hair and pulled my face closer to hers. I could feel her breath on my cheek, her fingers gently caressing my chin, titling it upwards giving her access to my neck. I closed my eyes waiting to feel her lips against it, but Opal just kissed my cheek and stood up.
I opened my eyes surprised, disappointment written all over my face, which Opal noticed immediately. She just smiled, eyes sparkling, biting her lip. She was a lovely vision, as she tilted her head to one side, her silky dark hair cascading over one shoulder. Handing me her wine, she bent forward, her face close to mine.
"So," she said, tipping my nose with her finger, "Let's get rid of some of these clothes. What do you say we just wear our bras and panties for a while, ok?"
At first I was shy about doing it, but as I sat there watching her undress and sipping my wine, I began to warm to the idea of us both being "almost" naked. She was proud of her body and had ever right to be. She slowly unbuttoned her sweater, watching me as she undid each button, slowly rubbing the material before undoing the next one. I had envisioned her breasts were gorgeous and glancing at her lacy bra, I could see I was correct. I sat forward a little, watching her, entranced by her slow, sensual movements, my eyes traveling over her body. Could I see her nipples making dark circles through the material? Were her nipples hard?
She let her sweater slid down her arms and to the floor, where it fell into a soft pile. Her hands slowly caressed the sides of her thighs as she turned her back to me. Even in jeans she had a beautiful ass! I watched, mesmerized as she slowly undid her pants and slid them down over her hips, wiggling just a little bit so they could drop to the floor revealing a tiny thong nestled between the luscious cheeks of her ass. She turned slowly to me and I let my eyes wander over her body, following her hands as she moved them from her legs, gently up between her thighs. As I followed her movements, I could easily see the dark, small triangle of her pussy hair through the mesh cloth of her thong.
She motioned for me to stand up and then pulled me up to her, close, but not touching, just enough to feel the heat of her body near mine. She whispered, "dance for me," as she made her way to the CD player prior to sitting back down on the sofa. Legs crossed, sipping her wine, she watched me. At first I felt paralyzed, not sure what to do and felt a bit foolish, then I heard her music choice. It was the song that was playing *that* night and a warm feeling began to generate throughout my body. I swayed my body slowly to the music, deciding to tease her, to play with her. I removed my clothing very slowly, holding my shirt close to my body, pulling the material away from my breasts. I felt the coolness of the air. I ran my fingers through my hair, tousling it, letting it fall in my face before brushing it away from my eyes, sliding my hand down my neck and lightly across my breasts. Rolling my hips, I half turned away from her to pull my pants down and off my legs. I am proud of my ass and legs and I wanted her to see my best features. I bent at the waist, increasing the length of my legs, firming my calves, pulling my cheeks taunt. I ran my hands from my calves, along my thighs, watching her reaction. I felt goose bumps form as her gaze was intense on my skin, her pink tongue licked at her lips before she told me how lovely I was and patted the seat next to her.
"Very nice, Bev. You are lovely." Opal whispered into my ear, letting her tongue graze my earlobe, before settling back onto the couch.
Sipping our wine, we sat side by side on the sofa. Her hands were on me constantly, sliding over my thighs, lightly scratching the skin of my arms, running a finger along the elastic of my panties then up the center of my tummy, teasing her fingers around over my breasts. I was getting incredibly turned on and she told me I could touch her if I wanted. I certainly didn't hesitate. I mean, this is what I came here for, wasn't it? Soon, our fingers were sliding over the silky cloth of our lingerie, a finger slipping in and out, teasing the skin underneath.
"I think it's time to remove these, don't you?" She whispered, telling me that her pussy was getting really wet and she wanted me to watch her as she played with it. She told me she was going to take off her panties and bra and for me to watch her. I was fascinated by how incredibly sexy she was. I had been this close to another naked woman before in gym glass and athletics, but never had looked twice at their bodies, yet now I could not keep my eyes off her body as she removed her bra, caressing, cupping, squeezing her naked, full breasts. They were absolutely beautiful. Her nipples were hard and stiff. I watched as she pinched her nipples and pulled them out.
Without realizing it, I began to mirror her movements. Watching her, as she had done, I cupped my breast, lifting the flesh upward, squeezing the firm form forcing the nipple to stand, extend toward her. I leaned my head down, my tongue extending, wanting to lick my nipple. I pushed it toward her, my tongue swirling between my lips. Her hands traversed her body snakelike, sliding over her ribs, down her stomach, sliding her panties off. As her fingers reached over her mound, they pierced her slit, spreading the lips to allow just her fingertips to disappear between them, sliding toward her hole. I could hear her juices make noise as her fingers slipped quickly between her lips.
My whole body shivered with excitement as she began bending her knees and slowly dipping down, slipping her hand between her legs. She was playing with her pussy, fingering herself slowly, teasing the engorged lips, letting her fingers slide into her cunt then bringing them up and inserting her fingers into her mouth, sucking her juices from them, one finger at a time, all the while watching my face. Her movements were deliberately slow, teasing me. She came toward me, lifting her leg up on the sofa, giving me a direct view of her wet slit, her clit was protruding from between her lips, so wet, glistening. Grabbing my hand, she brought it toward her pussy, just letting it barely touch it.
"Come with me." She said as she led me into her bedroom. My eyes widened at the site of her huge King-size bed. Opal laid down on the satin, gold sheets covering her bed.
"Come, lay down next to me."
With our heads on the soft, cool pillows, she turned to me and told me to do exactly what she was doing. While facing her, I mimicked her, watching as she played with her breasts, cupping them, caressing them, thumbs teasing the nipples. Just as she was doing, I caressed my inner thighs, fingers teasing the skin working their way around my pussy, reaching the outer lips, spreading them, feeling the wetness, playing with it, dipping my fingers inside.
"Look, darling," Opal raised herself on all fours and showed me how she teased her fingers over her butt hole and said that sometimes she likes to push a finger or a small vibrator there. She has a beautiful ass and I thought that I would like to run my hands over her cheeks and tease my fingers along her ass just as she was doing.
I could hear the sound of her wet pussy as she finger-fucked her hot little cunt, talking to me all the time, telling me how pretty I was and how she would like to play with me like she was doing to herself. She knew she was turning me on with what she was saying and how softly she spoke her words. I told her I would let her do anything to me she wanted.
Smiling, she told me to fuck my own pussy, she wanted to watch me as I spread my legs wide. She wanted to see the wetness dripping off my lips, wanted to see me taste myself. I couldn't believe how bold I was getting which made me get more excited. I tried my hardest to imitate what she had done, how she had slowly caressed the lips of her pussy, running a finger over her clit and then letting it disappear into her cunt. I spread my legs for her, feeling my body tingle as I pretended that it was her tongue stroking me instead of my fingers. She would sometimes tell me what to do, whispering, softly to "keep it there" or "now slap it" and I knew that I was doing it right when she would say, "Yeah, baby, that's good, isn't it?" as she caressed herself. I could see that she was getting turned on
Opal asked me if I liked sucking my pussy juices and I told her I did. I watched as she buried her fingers in her pussy, pulled them out and held them out to me, and said, "Here, taste me, baby, and see what my pussy tastes like."
I was hesitant at first but knew I wanted to, so I opened my mouth and began sucking her juicy fingers. I let my tongue slide around and down each digit, sucking one at a time, twirling my tongue over it and then licking a line down into her palm. Just by doing that, I felt myself began to cum and I started to fuck my pussy furiously, dipping my fingers in and out, my body squeezing, pumping. I caressed my clit, bringing forth my orgasm, reveling in its sweetness.
While I was cumming Opal whispered to me, "Honey, pretend it's me sucking your clit with my mouth while you cum. My tongue licking that soft skin. Yeah, baby . . . you want that, don't you? You want me to suck you? Taste you? I want to fuck that hot cunt of yours, Bev." Which sent me over the edge and I came harder than I think I ever have, falling over on my side and curling up in a ball, moaning with satisfaction and release.
I felt Opal's hand touch my shoulder and as I turned to her, she began kissing me lightly all over my face. Her lips hovered over mine, waiting as I moved my face closer to her and was amazed that her kiss was much more sexy than any from a man I had ever had. So sensuous, so sexy, and fully passionate, knowing exactly what to do and how I wanted to be kissed. Her lips were soft and gentle, yet forceful as her mouth opened mine allowing me to taste her and lick her tongue. Her tongue was good! She used it to run along my teeth, searching for my tongue, playing with it, teasing it. There was a point when she sucked my tongue and I thought "Oh, God, I want her to suck my clit now!"
I told her that I wanted her to make me cum and I wanted her to show me how to make her cum the way she wanted. I wanted to taste her pussy and I wanted my mouth on her. Opal told me to lay back and I did anxiously awaiting her mouth and tongue. At first she straddled me and slid her pussy along mine as she played with my breasts, cupping them. She bent over me letting her hair tease my skin as her tongue flicked at my nipple. I arch my back silently begging her to take in my full breast and suck it. Her hands moved along the sides of my body, her fingernails creating goose bumps in their wake. Her tongue was soft and wet as it trailed a line down my stomach, my hips titling to meet her mouth. Her tongue separated the lips of my pussy as it searched for my clit and when they met a jolt went through my body involuntarily thrusting my hips up more. I felt her breath on my pussy as she licked the skin that was pulsating and throbbing with want and needs.
I could feel her saliva mingle with my juices and as she pumped her fingers in and out of my pussy I could hear the sound it was making. I moved my hips in rhythm with her movements, never fast, just slow, achingly slow, as she sucked on me. I knew my orgasm would come quickly and I tried desperately to slow it down, but just knowing what she was doing, watching her, feeling her tongue and body on mine. The moment I felt her start to suck in and take my clit between her lips I began to cum, a flood of heat rushed to my clit, a throbbing sweetness as Opal flicked her tongue over my clit, dipping in and out of my pussy, her tongue flattening on the flesh, caressing it. My hips bucked and thrust as Opal grabbed hold of them holding me tight to her mouth, my moans echoed in my ears and I reached an orgasm that I thought would last forever!
Opal slid along the side of me, just stroking my body until my breathing calmed. I turned onto my side facing her and we stared at each other, smiling. As Opal began to caress my cheek, running her fingers along the side of my neck around to the hollow of my collar bone, I closed my eyes reveling in her touch. Her fingers were so light and gentle on my skin, the feeling so sensual I didn't want her to stop, but I knew I had to go when I heard my son's car, radio full blast, pulling into my driveway. Opal just pouted and winked at me, telling me that it was "O.K. Tonight was just for you, Bev."
As I dressed, Opal sat on her couch, watching me, sipping her wine looking soft and lovely in her soft fluffy robe. Such a contrast for such a sexy person, but just as perfect. Her beautiful face was flushed, her lips red and full. She had pulled her hair up into a twist and just a few strands of hair framed her face.
"I want us to get together again, Bev. There is so much more I want to do with you."
I turned to her and was about to tell her how I wanted to learn to pleasure her, but she reached up, her hands circling my neck pulling me toward her. Her kiss was soft and gentle and I could taste myself upon her lips. I felt warm and alive in her Opal's arms. I left there feeling renewed, refreshed. I knew that life was going to be good for me now and I was excited about a new life that I was about to embark on. So I guess if you take Opal's advice and live life to the fullest and fuck everyone else, just make sure you do it with a friend.
***NOTE:*** *There are more Beverly and Opal Adventures to cum. I hope you enjoyed this story. I know I did and can't thank Beverly enough for sharing this special time with me and letting me share it with all of you! Remember, feedback (and votes) helps keep my honey flowing. Thank you!*
*And to my Rich . . . thank you for showing me how to write in such a way that only you can teach a person. Your advice and friendship are something I will always cherish . . .* |
Title: MC-125 Ch. 14
Tags: drug addiction, jeff john, john samantha, john paused, john arms, john nodded, john thought, john sat, john knew, brianna
The following month John and Samantha saw more of one another, scheduling what time they could around their busy lives to be together. Brianna also saw more of John as Samantha now called on him more often to take care of her when she had a late night at the office. Things were moving along wonderfully until John again broached the subject of running more tests on Samantha.
“Just drop it, John,” she answered him for the third time emphatically as she shuffled around paperwork. “I’m not going to let you scan me and poke me to your scientific delight. I’m not a lab rat.”
“I didn’t say you were. But there is something different about you. You react differently to my touch; in a way that could never predict according to my original formula. I need to find out what makes you so unique. You hold the key, Samantha.” John paused as he thought about his next words. “And I think you already know what it is.”
Samantha froze. Her eyes grew taught with an internal conflict that John was now beginning to understand the scope of.
“This has something to do with Jeff, doesn’t it?” John stopped himself, not willing to push Samantha on such a sensitive subject. He let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding. “Look, if you really don’t want to then don’t. I just…never mind. Look, I better go pick Brianna up. I’ll see you later tonight.”
“John…”
“Yeah,” he cut her off on his way out. “I know.”
\*\*\*
John tucked Brianna in and turned off the bedside lamp. He looked at the sleeping child and thought about her mother. Perhaps there was a connection to Brianna’s peculiar silence and Samantha’s guilt. He didn’t know. Samantha held onto her pained past even more than she did her daughter it sometime seemed. John shook his head. At any rate, he would simply have to wait until Samantha was ready to reveal just what had happened to her all those years ago. She was a distant woman for a reason.
John rubbed his leather clad fingers together, feeling the smooth slickness of the material, and thought of his own barriers. Was he right in exposing himself to Samantha? So far he had been the only one forthcoming with the secrets. He had revealed much and she very little. Just then he heard the now familiar sound of Samantha’s keys jingling faintly at the front door. John took the stairs down to the foyer and greeted his lover as she came in, giving her a gentle peck on the cheek.
“You know, these late night hours are starting to take their toll on you,” John commented.
Samantha gave a noncommittal grunt and slowly made her way to the kitchen for her customary cup of tea. John joined her and proceeded to warm tonight’s leftovers in the microwave.
“It’s time for our quarterly report and I have to make sure everything’s in order for the more meticulous of our investors. Plus a listing of future prospects and funding. Then there’s the…”
“Then there’s a daughter who stays up as much as she can to see her mom before she goes to bed.”
“Don’t patronize me about my own daughter,” she snapped. “I know very well that this is taking time away from her. But the investors wait for no one, that’s the speed of business. Not to mention I have to explain where the sudden shift in funding is going concerning your project. Some of the other chairpersons buy into the whole secrecy bit but not all of them.”
The microwave dinged and John got up and fetched Samantha her dinner. “Yes, secrecy,” he said simply, but the double meaning that reflected their earlier conversation suddenly loomed over them. John sat down across from Samantha and silently watched her eat, waiting for her next move. As intriguing and mentally titillating as it had been in the beginning, the emotional chess game between them was now becoming more of a hindrance.
John was now growing tired of the large block of her past that intruded. John had given it some thought. He normally wasn’t so intrusive but there was something about Samantha’s time with Jeff that kept bugging him. The few times from earlier in their relationship, when John had inadvertently touched her mind, had left lingering impressions on him. Even now he could remember the frightening tempest that rolled in her psyche. He wanted to help her. That she was now also tied into his research made John think more about it.
“You’re tired of waiting aren’t you?” Samantha’s words broke through John’s contemplation.
“I just care about you, that’s all.”
The remainder of the meal proceeded in silence, both of them unsure where things were going. John helped her wash the dishes and then headed for the front door like he did at the end of every night when he took care of Brianna.
“Wait,” Samantha spoke into the muted darkness of the foyer as John’s hand touched the doorknob. “Could you maybe stay the night?”
John paused, the cool of the metal seeping into his fingertips. “I don’t know if that would be such a good idea…”
“Please.”
The doorknob began to warm to his touch. “I don’t think it would be wise,” he answered after some more thought. “I can’t control myself in my sleep, in my dreams. It wouldn’t be safe for you, for me.”
“But…”
“Goodnight, Samantha.”
The outside handle to the front door chilled John’s fingers as he pulled it closed behind him.
\*\*\*
John didn’t hear from Samantha for the next week nor did he try contacting her. He didn’t have anything more to say. Samantha already knew everything there was about him: MC-125, his year of exploration, and Cassandra. What had she told him of her willingly? Very little in comparison. John had been patient with her but after being with her for a several months she had divulged very little willingly. Even Brianna’s introduction was an accident. At times John wondered when Samantha would have told him about her.
Behind him, John heard keys rattle at the door to his lab. He turned around to find a subdued Samantha walking slowly into the lab. At last, John thought. He hated having to play this waiting game with her; he missed her a great deal over the past week and could tell from looking at her that she felt the same.
“Could we sit down and talk a moment?”
John nodded and gestured to his desk where there was a pair of actual chairs as opposed to the usual stiff stools that dotted the rest of his lab. John sat down at his desk and waited calmly for Samantha to do the same. She surprised him and sat in his lap instead, John’s arms reflexively wrapping around her waist to prevent her from slipping off.
They stayed like that for a moment before she finally spoke. “This is really difficult for me so please be patient.” John didn’t say a word and just held her. He felt her tense body and knew how vulnerable she was. “Like always, you were right. I am different, because of Jeff, because of what he did to me. Because of what I let him do to me.” John raised a hand gently stroked her hair to comfort her. “It wasn’t only that he had me totally played for a fool, he had gotten me involved in other things. I told you my family was rich, and that they had disowned me. But I still had my trust funds. But that too dried up quickly. Money tends to do that when you’re feeding you addiction.” John’s hands stopped in surprised before continuing. This was her story. “Jeff not only was a charming bastard, he was also a pusher. He got me into cocaine and then I was truly hooked. It was one of the ways he kept me under his thumb. I was dependent on him for my next fix. I even experimented with heroin once. I really messed up my life. I was gone, a junkie. Then my bank account hit zero and Jeff disappeared. Not soon after I discovered that I was late for my period. Apparently I had accidentally skipped a pill. Everything changed. Jeff was gone, my steady fix was gone, and now I was supposed to be a mother.
“That last part was what really turned me around. If it weren’t for me having Brianna things would have turned out very different. But now I was responsible for someone other than myself. That was it for me. I quite cocaine.”
Samantha shuddered in John’s arms and he could hear her sniffling, he could smell her tears.
“You have no idea what’s like trying to quite cocaine. All the little things in life are unappealing. Food tastes bland, nothing has any meaning. You can’t feel good about anything, especially about yourself. Even when I gave birth to Brianna I didn’t feel happy.”
Samantha broke down at this point. John clutched onto her, trying to shield her from memories. “I was so indifferent at first, can you believe that? I was an automaton, without feeling, without joy. Life was hard but something kept me going. I put my degree in business administration to use and was able to find a job. In time, after about Brianna’s first birthday I started feeling better, I could love Brianna for starters. She’s wonderful isn’t she?”
“She’s beautiful,” John replied as he gave her a gentle, encouraging squeeze.
“But later I realized something wasn’t right about Brianna.”
“She didn’t talk.”
“Yeah. I took her to the doctor but I already knew what he was going to say. Brianna can’t talk. My drug addiction cost my baby her voice. Cocaine messes with the neurochemistry of the user. It affects the baby too if the mother is an addict, like I was. There’s so much they still don’t know about the long term effects on…on crack-babies.”
Samantha broke down again in a fit of sobbing and John held her, tears rolling down his own cheeks. John knew a few things about cocaine. It was a dopamine transport blocker, inhibiting the natural dopamine recycling process in the brain. Dopamine effects the pleasure centers of the brain and the resulting buildup of it from cocaine caused the familiar ‘rush’ that addicts were hooked on. Unfortunately, the body would learn to cope with the unusual circumstances and build a resistance to the dopamine buildup. Normal levels of dopamine from simple joys would no longer be enough to trigger the pleasure response and hence the addiction. Drug addiction was a scary world and leaving it was just as frightening.
“And that’s another reason you scare me so much, John. When I’m with you, when I kiss you, I can feel it deep down, like before. I haven’t felt so much pleasure in such a long time. You make my body ache when you want it to. That first time at the Chinese restaurant… What you did to me was indescribable and every time since then too. You have no idea how much that frightens me. I want you so badly. My body wants you. And I can’t have that. I can’t face another episode like before. But dammit you make it so difficult because I know you’re different from Jeff. I can feel how honest you are. That first time you touched me, when you first explained MC-125, you took the pain from the memories away. I don’t know what you did, but it felt good. It scared me. *You* scare me but at the same time I can’t help falling…”
John kissed her then. He didn’t want to hear those words from her. Not yet. He opened up his mind to her, bared his soul, and felt her twisted agony like their first time. But this time he held her close, clutched her to him and held on. Storms raged, the skies wept, the seas thundered, and still he held her. He took her pain and pulled it into himself; she had suffered enough, too much. Somewhere in the dark depths was the woman he loved and he wrapped his presence around her and held on to her, protected her until the waves grew calmer and furious winds died down to a gentle breeze.
Slowly, John extricated himself from Samantha’s mind and found her asleep in his arms. He smiled at her now peaceful features. He cradled her in his lap and thought about her story. All the missing pieces were finally revealed and John now had a sense of just how strong a woman Samantha was. She had a hard life. Not only was she a single mother, but trying to do so while kicking an addiction to cocaine at the same time was something phenomenal. And Brianna…John felt only sorrow about that wonderful girl, sorrow and love. She was a remarkable child, but it would appear she would always be a mute because of her mother’s victimization. John thought about that some more. Yes, Samantha was a victim. John knew there were people like Jeff, preying on the innocent then tossing aside the dried husks when they were through.
John felt Samantha stir in his arms and he looked down at her. Slowly her eyes cracked open and she looked up at him. “You did it again, didn’t you. Like the first time.”
John nodded.
“Thank you.”
“I seemed to have put you to sleep. I didn’t realize I was such a crappy kisser.”
Samantha smiled at him lazily and kissed him. “Hardly,” she stated and kissed him again. “You never let me finish my sentences.”
“You talk too much,” he lightly jibed.
They held one another quietly for awhile until Samantha decided to get up. “So when do you want to begin the tests?”
John quickly looked at his watch. “Well, we have to pick up Brianna soon. Would tomorrow be good for you?”
“No, I’m completely booked with meetings tomorrow. How about on Friday, the day after?”
“I have a teleconference with that Swedish team.”
“The weekend?”
“No, I’m reserving that for you and Brianna.”
“Next, Tuesday?”
John thought about that. “That sounds okay. Next Tuesday it is.”
“Can you stay the night tonight?”
“Let me think about it. Like I said before, I don’t know what would happen. It could be that you’re partially immune to me, which would explain a lot. But let’s wait until I run my tests before we come to any conclusions.”
“Are you always this careful?”
“Only when it comes to the important things. And you and Brianna are as important as they come.” |
Title: How to Tame a Model
Tags: sex club, female submissive, spanking, punishment, role play, bdsm
It was the fast and dirty that appealed to her. It was the seediness and the roughness. The club was it's normal mural of sweat and sex but it all seemed much tamer than the animal inside her was looking for. With a sigh she turned to the 3 ladies that had accompanied her into this "girls night" of drinking and dancing.
"I have to go."
"Why we just got here?"
"Where do you want to go now?"
"You guys stay. I am just going to head home. I have a blinding headache all of the sudden."
"You okay to get home?"
"I am fine. Enjoy yourselves. My tab is open at the bar so party as long as you like."
"Thanks honey, feel better."
With that she moved off toward the exit. There was a club not far from there that was more appropriate to her mood. She would head there and try to unleash the beast currently ravaging her from the inside.
The fresh air on her face felt amazing after the smoky sweaty club. She turned and headed toward the Mask. The one place she was sure to find what she was looking for. She paid the admission and doffed the mask that the doorman gave her and headed in. The darkened interior and the writhing bodies were closer to what she was looking for. There was one guy that was usually around that would give her what she was looking for. Now to find him.
The muscle bound lunk was in his normal booth holding court. He was a body and that was all she needed.
"Hey there stranger." He said as she approached. "thought I told you not to come over this way. I guess you just need a lesson on where good girls are not supposed to be."
It was exactly what she told him to tell her when he saw her and for a moment the fear and the thrill seemed to be ramping the frustration up perfectly. He stood and grabbed her arm and shoved her roughly in the direction of the alcove across from his table. He pushed her up against the wall and began to paw cruelly at her. She whimpered and only wished that the fear was a little bit more real. He pushed her panties down and began rubbing her pussy roughly with one hand while he put the condom he had unwrapped on his stiffened cock. Without any more build up he thrust into her. She was not as wet as she should have been so the entry was rough, which was what she was looking for so her arousal spiked immediately drenching him. He was not very big in the cock department but she wasn't looking for that. It was the rape-like feeling of having no control that was the draw.
"Please," She whimpered. "Stop, please. I am sorry, I won't come back."
He growled and continued to pummel away at her.
"I believe the lady told you to stop." The voice behind the lunk was deep and authoritative.
"No she didn't." Said the Lunk still hammering away.
She was so close before the "helpful" stranger broke her concentration. She growled with frustration. "Penny loafers." She said.
"You okay?" said the lunk pulling out of her at the sound of her safeword.
"Yeah, just not going to get back there now. Sorry." She said pushing her clothing back into place. "You okay to finish alone?"
"What 'alone'? I got scads of chicks over there that are looking for a pounding. Come back and see me some other time."
"Thanks." She said stepping away from the lunk and past the helpful stranger. Grateful for the mask and dark interior as she moved toward the door. She felt the stranger move behind her. She hurried quickly to the door removed the mask and placed in the bin before racing out. She hailed a cab and was in the back seat just before the door of the club opened for Mr. Helpful. She did not look back afraid that he would see her face as the cab drove away. Unfortunately, that meant that she did not see him either.
Raymond Exeter or "Rex" watched as one of his most recognizable clients Mindy Shaw drove off in the cab to god knows where. At least this club required masks to be worn so there was less of a chance that she would be recognized. Rex growled as he thought of that asshole pawing her and abusing her, but more so that she was looking for that kind of treatment. The obvious safeword, meant that she wanted that and that she had done this before.
Rex grabbed his phone and dialed her number. It had been by chance that he had seen her enter the seedy little club as he was on his way to meet her and her friends at the Spotted Club down the street. He was heading there to toast the closing of the movie deal that he had been working on for her. As her agent, he was concerned about the clubbing as the tabloids could do a number on any young actress.
He had never had an issue with Mindy, but the idea of some papa-rat-zi getting shots of her going into a known sex den was not going to play well to the Family friendly movie he had gotten her. He waited for the call to connect as he seethed. She was his client and he had to protect her. The thought of her engaging in such dangerous behavior was unthinkable.
"Hello, Rex." She said as if nothing had just happened.
"Where are you?" Rex bit out.
"I am heading home. The club gave me a headache."
"I am coming over."
"Can't it wait? Like I said I have a headache."
"No it cannot. I will be there in 10."
"Please Rex, I do not want to discuss business tonight."
"I do not care what you want. I will be there in 10." With that he hung up and signaled his driver.
Mindy had just shut the door behind her when Rex started pounding on the door. She jumped in surprise and opened the door.
"What is it Rex?" She said wearily.
"Oh, little girl you may want to tone down the attitude."
'Excuse me?" Mindy asked as he pushed past her.
"How often to you go to that club?"
"The Spotted? I don't know 2 or 3 times a month."
"No The Mask."
"What?"
"Yeah, that was me."
"Mr. Helpful was you?" She squeaked.
"Yes. Now answer the question."
"Look I was careful."
"Is that what I asked you Mindy?"
"Fine! I go there occasionally. Less than once a month. Only when it gets so bad I can't control it anymore. Now I don't know what I am going to do, because even before you showed up it was barely working. There is no way that I am going to be able to go back there and be able to get it to work. Now what..."
Rex stared as Mindy got lost in her own space. She was not talking to him so much as herself, looking for the answer to a question that Rex did not even know.
"Mindy, honey, stop. Look at me."
"What?" She said biting the end of her finger worrying it with her teeth in agitation.
"What is it that you cannot control?" Rex said slowly. She shook her head frantically and backed away. "Let me help."
"You can't help me." Mindy said adamantly.
"How do you know?"
"I just do."
"Let me try."
"Fine, you want to continue to be Mr. Helpful? Here goes. I want to be raped."
"What?"
"Told you that you could not help. Go away." Mindy growled and headed for the kitchen.
"What do you mean you want to be raped?"
"I think that it is clear." Mindy flung her hands up.
"Sit down." Rex commanded. Mindy paused warily and sat gingerly on the sofa. Rex seemed pissed, angrier than she had ever seen the unflappable agent. "Now we are going to talk and you are going to be honest with me about everything, do you understand me?"
Mindy nodded mutely.
"Now, you want to be raped." He said as she nodded. "You want a knife at your throat, gun to your head, in a dark alley by some stranger that may kill you?"
"Umm, not really."
"Okay, how about like a date rape? Guy you know pushing you to do things you are not ready for."
"Closer."
"How do you want it to feel?"
"Like I do not have a choice, like I am forced to do what he wants. I want it to be rough and hurt a little bit. I want to have the edge of pain and fear to get me going."
"Is it only rape, or is any situation where you do not have control work?"
"I do not know. All I know is that I need to do something before the frustration kills me. It wells up inside me like an animal and I have to do something or it will consume me."
"Mindy, I am going to help you." Rex said carefully. "I am going to dominate you."
"What?"
"I am going to train you to be submissive. That is what you are looking for."
"You mean like dog collars and licking your boots?"
"Yes and no. I will get into more detail but tonight I am going to take your edge off."
"What do you mean?"
"I am going to give you what you need, freedom from the animal."
"Look, I-"
"Do not speak unless I tell you that you may." Rex said standing. "Follow me, we shall see to your punishment before I begin the lessons."
"Punishment?" Mindy squeaked.
"Mindy, I just told you not to speak. Now you shall be punished more." Rex said as he headed down the hall to her room. "If you speak out of turn once more, you shall be gagged."
Mindy stood and followed him quickly. She was not sure what was happening but her body was all for it. She was wet enough to soak thru her panties and feel the wetness on her thighs. Rex was sitting on the bed in his long sleeved shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbow. He had removed his belt and it was laying on the bed next to him ominously. He gestured her forward. She stood before him waiting.
"Take off the dress."
She immediately started yanking it up over her head. She discarded it quickly and stood before him in black lace matching bra and g-string and her 4 inch heels.
"Come here." She slipped her hand into his outstretched one and stepped closer to him. With a sharp tug he brought her off balance and over his knee. "Now Ms. Shaw, let's discuss your transgressions."
Mindy whimpered as his hand softly caressed her basically bare ass. "First, you went to that club, for which you shall receive 3 swats, then you let that walking steroid fuck you, for which you shall receive 15 swats, then you ran away from me, 3 swats, and you argued with me, 3 swats. For talking without permission, you shall receive 2 lashes of the belt. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"You shall receive one more lash with the belt for not properly addressing me. Care to try again?"
"Yes, sir?"
"Very good. Now to begin. If it gets to intense you need only use your safeword."
"Yes, sir."
"What is your safeword?"
"Penny Loafer."
"Ah, Ms. Shaw you are up to 4 lashes with the belt on a thoroughly spanked ass. Care to try again?"
"Penny Loafer, sir."
"Very good. Let's begin. You will need to count, at the end of each allotted punishment you shall ask forgiveness for your transgression."
"Yes, sir." Mindy moaned.
He began, as he meant to continue, hard and sure, his hand landed like a brand of fire against her supple cheek.
"Ahhh, one, sir." Mindy screamed and panted as the pain exploded. Again, "Two, sir." Again, "Three, sir. I am sorry for going to that club, sir. Please forgive me." Mindy panted as the tears ran down her face.
"Good girl. Now on to the next transgression."
Once again, he landed blow after blow against her tender flesh, side to side each cheek getting pounded, down the center across the thighs. He was relentless.
"Fif-fffifteen, sir. I am sorry that I let that man fuck me, sir. Please forgive me." Mindy was crying out right now, her ass was on fire. She wanted to get away but she couldn't. Except she could. She could say the magic word and it would all stop, but she couldn't because under the pain and the fire was a warmth and a tingle and a contentment that she wanted to explore. She knew that if she just stayed there, Rex would stop the beast.
"Very good little girl." Rex crooned stroking her gently. "Now to the next transgression."
"Yes, sir."
Again his hand rose and fell with deliberation, it seemed that his strength was unfailing, but his hand was on fire. He would not let her know that. Next time he would use a paddle if she needed more than five or ten swats. "One, sir. Two, sir. Three, sir. I am sorry that I ran away from you, sir."
She had moved past the pain and was floating in the attention of the man. Grateful for his mastery. The tears still flowed but they were silent. "Ahh, very good little girl. For being so good and taking your punishment so well, we will excuse your arguing and proceed to the lashes that you are deserving."
"Thank you, sir. I apologize for arguing with you and thank you for your mercy."
"Alright, stand, Mindy." He stood and positioned her so she was bent over the bed with her ass in the air. "Count all four, then apologize for the transgressions at the end. Understood?"
"Yes, sir." Mindy was so entranced the in pain that she was almost unaware of answering. She floated in the sensual fog until the moment that the belt struck her swollen inflamed ass. The stripe of the leather across her burning skin sent her upright.
"Now Ms. Shaw, you do not want more than four right?"
"Yes, sir, one, sir." Mindy whispered before moving back into position. "Two, sir." Mindy heaved trying to control her breathing as the leather licked across her ass. "Three, sir."
"Almost done baby girl."
"Four, sir." Mindy moaned. "I am sorry for talking without permission and not addressing you properly, sir."
"Now come here and show me how truly sorry you are for your behavior. Get on your knees and suck my cock."
Mindy shivered as she lowered herself onto her knees before him. She crouched carefully to avoid touching the welts and burning red skin of her ass. She unbuttoned and lowered his pants and boxers and came face to cock with his gorgeous member. It was long and full so full in fact she questioned her ability to get her mouth around it. She started tonguing him up and down the shaft before she opened wide and began to suck. She had difficulty at first but her saliva worked to help lube the way. Soon she was working him like a porn star sucking him as deep as she could and using her hand to stimulate that which she could not get in. He moaned and fisted his hand in her pulling her roughly, fucking her mouth. She began to gag but still he pumped deeper.
"That is it you little slut, suck it deep." He growled and then with a final push he erupted filling her mouth with his come. "Swallow every drop."
She groaned and swallowed, knowing she was a mess, with her nose running and tears streaming down her face. She was strangely at peace, all while being more turned on than ever. She looked up at Rex waiting for the next order.
"You are a good girl." Rex said wiping the tears from her cheeks. "I can see that you truly regret your actions."
"Yes, sir." Mindy nodded.
"Now we begin." Rex said backing away. "This is not a part of your life that I want anyone to know about. This is the private that will stay private, yours to keep that no one else can see or touch."
"Yes, sir."
"I am the only one that will punish you, control you or know the real you, do you understand?"
"Yes, sir,"
"That means no more clubs, no more strange men, no more pseudo rape fantasies acted out in public."
"Yes, sir."
"I, in exchange, shall provide you with the opportunity to submit fully."
"Yes, sir."
Rex watched her as she knelt on the floor in front of him, agreeing to anything he said. Never had he met anyone more in need of the lifestyle than Mindy. She centered her focus on him awaiting his command. The Dom inside him smiled as he watched her, knowing that he was powerful enough to tame her beast.
"Let's begin then. I am not looking for 24/7 slave. You will comport yourself to the outside world as you always have. The only time this changes is when I have set up in advance things that I will require for certain events or scenarios. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir."
"When you are in my control you are mine to do with as I please. I am the one that makes the choices and you will simply submit."
Mindy nodded vigorously. The tension that had plagued her before was gone. In its place was a calm that Mindy could not ever remember feeling. Rex was in control. He was going to help. It was thrilling and frightening and a dream come true...
"Stop daydreaming slut. Crawl up on the bed and let me see my marks on you." Rex smiled as she scrambled onto the bed, ass up face down. The red covered her ass nicely, with 4 distinct strips that would be variously colored by tomorrow. The wet of her cunt was apparent from across the room. She needed to be fucked.
Rex knelt behind her and slid one long finger deep in her core. He pressed against the rough patch of flesh at the front of her vagina. She squirmed against the pleasure of the invasion. Rex brought his throbbing hand down against her ass cheek.
"Do not move."
"Yes, sir." Came her mumbled reply against the bed covers. Rex's fingers danced over her g-spot sending her wave upon wave of pleasure. She did not move. She forced her body to remain still and absorb the sensation. Her body wanted to press and shift and help him find all the spots inside craving his attention but her mind was obeying the commands he gave.
Rex smiled at her stillness. Despite the demands of her body she stayed firm under his order. Mindy definitely deserved a reward. He fingered her cunt as she got wetter and wetter. He could feel her climbing for the peak. When she was just about there he pulled out and slapped her cunt hard hitting the clit the hardest. She shrieked and jumped as her pussy squirted in approval.
"I am so sorry, sir."
"Why Mindy?"
"Because I moved without permission and I came without permission."
"You are such a good girl. I am quite proud that even in your obvious pleasure you were focused on my expectations of you." Rex grabbed her and pulled her into his lap. "Now I am going to fuck you hard and then you are going to sleep. We have a big day tomorrow."
Mindy smiled as he tossed her on her back on the bed. She was so ravenous, she was licking her lips, lying still waiting for him to instruct her. Rex watched her as he stood to remove his clothes. Her eyes were the only thing that moved. She traced his every muscle with her eyes and waited... quiet, patient, ready.
Rex smiled as he crawled naked over her still form. "Grab your ankles and keep your knees bent." Rex said. Her instant compliance made his smile broaden. The position tilted her hips until she was perfectly posed to take his thrusting against her g-spot. He rose up above her and slammed his dick hard and deep into her. She groaned and her eyes rolled back in her head. He pounded relentlessly into her and he felt her body respond. The orgasm came quickly and as soon as he felt it he pulled out. Her orgasm squirted all over his chest and thighs. He growled and plunged deep.
Again and again he brought her to orgasm thrilling her body. After her fifth overwhelming orgasm she was having trouble maintaining her position. She whimpered and looked up at him. "Please sir."
Rex smiled and pulled out of her delicious body. He pulled her over and placed her on her knees with her face planted on the blanket. Once again he pounded into her. Grabbing her hair he used her limp body relentlessly. She moaned and continued to cum. He had already cum so he was able to last a very long time wringing everything from her cunt that she had to offer. He felt the flesh of her pussy swell and begin to dry a bit. He smiled as her ragdoll body flopped bonelessly. He plunged twice more and let go of the load boiling in his balls. She quivered and muttered wordlessly, asleep as soon as he released her.
Rex rose up and wandered to the bathroom. He grabbed a wash cloth and headed back to clean her up. She was going to be very sore tomorrow. She did not move as he wiped down her lower body.
Rex gathered her up into his arms and placed her under the blankets. He thought about leaving but he did not want her to wake up alone. He moved her limp body over and crawled in next to her. Gathering her close he shut off the light and thought about what was to come, just before sleep took him. |
Title: Advance by Squirrel
Tags: Character Development, Cheetah, Mouse, Sci-Fi, Skunk
"My parents used to argue ... about stupid things, you know?" Audrey poked at her breakfast. Scrambled eggs. Toast with strawberry jam. "I just ... I hated it," she whispered. "It was so ... I mean, I would listen to it, and I would think to myself, 'I'm never gonna fight with anybody like that. It's not worth it.' And ... I mean, I know I ... sometimes, I get frustrated," she admitted, looking up at him. "But I don't want you to tire of my voice. I don't want it to be a sound that ... grates you. Or causes you to tense. You know?"
"It doesn't ... it won't," Peregrine assured. On the other side of the table. Meeting her morning gaze. It was just after sunrise. Just after seven.
Audrey put her fork into her muzzle ... pulled it out. Chew-chewed on eggs. Swallowed and reached for her water glass.
"No orange juice?"
A shake of the head. "We ran out."
A quiet nod.
"I just ... if I ever raise my voice at you ... make me stop," she said. Quietly. Exhaling through the nose.
"Aud ... "
"I just a bad dream last night."
"About?"
"Family." Her eyes met his. And she tilted her head. "Why is it that something so vital, something ... so natural as family ... is often the biggest source of pain in our lives?"
The mouse hadn't an answer for that.
"I'm sorry ... you don't wanna talk about it."
"I'll talk about anything," he assured.
She shook her head, staring at her plate. "No ... you won't." She looked up (again). At his eyes. "But I know we have common, Perry. Besides being ... mates. Besides swapping fur, as it were ... every night. I know we have a common ground."
"I never said we didn't ... "
"Well, I know, but ... in order to FIND that common ground, we're both gonna have to open up. More than we have. About ... everything. Ours pasts, our pains ... our wants. I just ... " She picked up a piece of jam-covered coast. A piece of bread had been toasted and cut diagonally down the middle. And the strawberry jam dripped off the crusty part. "I've ... I've seen this conspiracy destroy lives. Dull lives. I know we're under its eye, but ... maybe we can get out of it. And WHEN," she insisted, "we do ... we're gonna need a new direction for our lives. I just ... we have to talk about our future."
"Our future ... is that," he said quietly, fingers feeling the condensation on his own water glass. "Is that we'll be together."
"I KNOW ... I know that," she insisted. "But ... there's MORE. You know? What'll we do? Who'll we be? Will we stay here? Neither of us is in love with our jobs, you know, and ... will we have children? I mean, we're young, but ... what are we going to do with that youth? How are we going to spend it? Are we going to create, explore, settle ... a life together is more than just waking up and going through the motions and falling into bed at night. It's ... an intricate journey. It's an adventure. I want our lives to be mutual," she said, "adventures."
The mouse, sipping at his water, put his glass down. Whispered, "That's ... fine with me. I mean, I don't ... I don't understand what you're rambling at me for. I'm not gonna fight you. I'm not gonna fight it."
"Just don't be passive," she asked of him. "Promise me ... "
"I'm a haunted, steely mouse, remember? I bore other furs."
"Perry ... don't start. Just promise me ... "
" ... I won't be passive," he whispered. "I promise."
A slight nod, and a deep breath (through the nose).
The light was streaming through the window (highlighting all the grains and motes of dust ... in the air, in the eddies of the kitchen air). The kitchen was pretty bare. Pretty simple. The whole house was. Old. A frontier house. A prairie house.
They were in their bare foot-paws. She wore a tank top and shorts, and he just wore shorts ... and his tail, thin and ropy, snaked about behind his chair. In the open, chilly ... kitchen air.
"It'll get warmer," she said. "I think I read in the paper ... on the back of the State section, you know. The five-day forecast."
"They get it wrong ... last two weeks, they've getting it wrong. Like, a good seven degrees off, one day ... I think."
"Well, I think said the 70's today ... should be nice."
"A nice day for ... breaking into the raspberry tea factory, huh?"
"I was hoping not to think about it," she admitted.
"It was your idea."
"Yeah, but ... the more we think about it, the more anxious we'll get, and we'll end up finding an excuse not to go, so let's ... not think."
"I'm a mouse. Not thinking ... that's like not breathing. Can't do it."
"Mm ... " A slight smile. She tilted her head, her forest-green eyes ... glinting a bit. As they often did.
He tried not to smile back. The grey-furred, quiet mouse ... tried not to smile back. But he did, and ... giggled, looking away.
Her widening smile ... one of satisfaction. One of joy. One of contagion.
They finished eating their breakfast. Chatting, giving each other glances, and ... trying not to look at the clock. Trying not to think about the walk into town.
Trying not to remember the taste of raspberry iced tea ... chilled ... as it flowed on the tongue.
"So, you're ... Addison? Andrew?"
"Advance," supplied the rodent. Whiskers nervously twitching. Sitting in a chair ... in an office overlooking the main floor of the factory.
"Advance," the cheetah purred (the cheetah who was, in fact, a robot ... but SO perfect a facsimile of a living, breathing fur ... that hardly anyone knew what she really was; unless she told them). "An interesting name."
"It's a name," was all the mouse said.
"Mm ... you're in charge here, correct?" she asked, padding back and forth. Back and forth.
"Of this factory, yes. But ... I'm in no way affiliated with ... "
" ... 'The Board' is too cumbersome for my time. I want you as my go-between."
"Go-between?" More whisker-twitches.
"Yes, my ... " She stared at him some more. Squinted. "You're not like any mouse I've seen before ... what are you? Half-breed?" She meant that ... as an insult.
"I'm a pinon mouse." (Pronounced: pin-yon.)
She made a face.
"I'm ... from the Southeast. The dessert." He twitched under her visual scrutiny. "D-death Valley ... I, uh ... moved when I was young." He was medium-sized ... not too short, not too tall. With grayish and yellowish-brown fur above. White further down. His tail, like his fur, was multi-colored. Bi-colored. Dark on top, and white below, and heavily furred ... with a tuft on the end. His ears were quite large.
"You have a ... distinct scent." She leaned forward, nose inhaling. "Like ... juniper?" she half-asked, half-stated.
"Um ... Mandy ... "
The cheetah slowly grinned, leaning even closer. Closer!
Advance swallowed, his heart going ... hammer-hammer.
"Do I make you nervous?" she whispered. And what a dangerous whisper! What a controlled, confident whisper ... she was the predator in this room. She had the claws. Had the blood instinct ... had killed. She had the power. She had the air. "Do I ... " A paw to his chest, and ... tugging at his shirt. Showing her teeth. And meeting his eyes as her paw went to his arm ... and toyed with his fur. Fingers sliding through his fur. "Do I scare you, Advance?"
"No ... "
"You're lying," was her dark whisper. Eyes boring into his. His eyes were ... a golden color. An amber color. Like wheat. They were light. "You're lying to me ... look me in the eyes," she said, her own eyes ... a fierce, stormy blue. "Look at me and tell me I don't scare you."
"Why ... why are you doing this ... "
"Doing what? Scaring you?" A head-tilt. "So, you ARE scared ... you admit it ... "
"Yes," he panted frantically. "Yes, yes ... just ... don't touch me," he pleaded.
"Oh, but you don't know," she assured silkily, her sharp claws trailing through the fur on his arm, and she ... suddenly grasped at his paw. Squeezing it. Hard.
"Ow ... ow ... "
"You don't know," she finished, "what I can do to do ... you need to KNOW," she told him, whispering it into one of his large ears, "who you're dealing with."
A gulp. "Let ... l-let go ... "
Crushing his paw ... harder ...
"I could break every bone in your paw ... prey are so frail," she told him. In disgust. "They're SO weak ... "
"We're ... we're resilient. We're ... "
" ... righteous? Emotional? Don't give me that ... the company line of all prey. Oh, we can feel ... we have passion. We can adapt. We're survivors. We're ... muzzle it, mouse. It's the predators who have the power. It's always been ours, and it will ALWAYS ... remain that way. You have no hope. You have no room to maneuver. So, get it out of your miserable little mind ... any thoughts, any hopes of peace. For you will NOT ... see it. Or have it. Or ... " Her nose and muzzle were perilously close to his own ... and she lapped at his cheek-fur with her rough, feline tongue. "Will not," she purred, "taste it ... " And she grinned and backed off, letting go of his paw ... and pacing, padding to the wall, and then back again. Like a caged beast.
Advance whimper-squeaked ... trying to nurse his throbbing right paw ...
"With General Sheridan's untimely ... demise," Mandy said, her eyes burning with hatred (directed at a very distant Field and Adelaide ... they were back in Indiana ... they thought they were safe ... thought that it was over ... they were fools). "With his demise, that leaves the various members of 'The Board' ... in control of this conspiracy."
Advance's large ears went ... swivel-swivel. His whiskers twitched. Was she talking for his benefit, or for her own? Most likely her own, she realized. But he had no choice but to sit here and listen to her megalomaniacal rambles ...
"Problem is, each individual Sheridan town ... has its OWN 'Board,' and ... what was once a thriving conspiracy is now ... in a state of flux. Oh, we're still a threat. We're still ... a force. But to TRULY conquer the world, and to truly achieve our objectives ... all Sheridan towns have to be united in cause."
"Dark cause," Advance supplied.
A dangerous glance.
The mouse went quiet, swallowing.
"Dark ... the dark is for fun, for rest, for ... why associate darkness," she asked, "with badness? How narrow-minded of you," she accused.
The pinon mouse flushed hot ... realizing there was no winning with her. She hated him. And yet ... he sensed, with his nose, that ... she wanted him. As a breeding toy ... as a punching bag. Predators hated prey, but ... oh, they LOVED to use prey ... for their own pleasure and gain. Prey were toys to them ...
"The Sheridan Conspiracy needs a uniting voice ... a uniting fur. Some-fur to coordinate things, to ... someone to step into the General's shadow."
"Some-fur," he guessed, "like you?"
An ingratiating smile. "How very perceptive of you," she congratulated. "Yes ... some-fur like me."
Advance said nothing. Still sitting in his chair. Still afraid to move (though he couldn't keep himself from ... his natural mousey motions ... the whisker-twitches, ear-swivels, and eye-darts ... and tail-snakes, too) ... and, all the while, her keen eyes (a sharper gold than his own, and more slitted) watched his motions. As if watching something of interest. Something ... she intended to pounce.
"I plan on taking charge of this Conspiracy. I will not see it flounder. I will see it ... flourish. That is why," she explained, padding back and forth again, her black-spotted yellow tail ... trailing behind her, so lazily ... " ... that is why I've come up with the idea of using your infamous tea here," she said, stopping. Meeting his eyes. "As a catalyst for regional, and eventually national ... and perhaps global domination."
"It's just tea," Advance insisted.
"Just tea ... is water just water? Is milk just milk? No, mouse ... tea is ... a drink of organic sophistication. You can't confess to not liking tea. It makes you look like an ignorant. Everyone likes tea, whether they do or not. Your bottled raspberry iced tea has quite a following. It we can turn it into a DRUG," she said, eyes glowing, body language flaring ... she was exciting herself. "We can directly control hundreds, thousands ... countless furs! They'll NEED the tea to ... it'll be a drug, don't you see? We turn the tea into a drug ... and we have a whole new following. The town's-furs have been getting rebellious ... we need to quell any and all rebellions in all Sheridan towns. Starting here. This is where it all started. General Sheridan. The guard trolleys. If we can't control the populace in Sheridan, Wyoming, we have no hope of controlling the furry populations in the other Sheridan towns."
Advance sniffed his nose.
"You object? How quaint ... but, mouse, how diabolical is this plan?" She showed her teeth ... in a delirious grin. "This is genius-time, mouse! Genius," she whispered, "time."
"Why not put the mind-control drug in the water?"
"The government will investigate reports of tainted water. Tainted tea? That's our problem. That's the company's problem. It'll be easier to get away with ... plus, using bottled raspberry iced tea to domesticate all you naughty furs? How poetic is that? No, we're using your tea."
Advance sighed. Fidgeted. "My father owned this factory, and ... "
" ... and you will be honoring his memory," she assured slickly, "by helping a good cause. A greater," she insisted, "cause ... you'll be a patriot."
"I don't wanna be a patriot."
Her glee started to fade ... replaced by an intimidating stare. "You WILL be ... and you will like it. Your position as manager of this tea factory is not irreplaceable. You," she told him, "are not irreplaceable."
A squeaking swallow.
"I have a sister," she told him ... " ... back in Sheridan, Indiana. She betrayed me. I will kill her for that. Do not betray me, too. You won't live to regret it."
The mouse's heart went hammer-hammer ... and he nodded weakly.
"I'm going to go have some tea. I've worked a thirst," she remarked, heading for the door. "We'll talk again ... later," she purred.
Advance watched Mandy go ... and let out a deep breath (once alone).
The guard trolleys, as a rule, didn't patrol during the day ... but their presence was still felt. They were dormant. They were ... somehow, in their sleep, sensing you, and you sensed them ... back. And ...
... anyway, the water towers. The old, stilted water towers. They had eyes. Somehow. There were eyes everywhere.
In Sheridan town, you were always being watched.
You always knew it.
And you always felt it.
Which is why Peregrine and Audrey (like every other fur they happened to cross on their way into town, and ... in the town itself) ... why they were quiet. Somber. Why they didn't lock eyes. Why they didn't talk. You could talk indoors, maybe, but ... not outside. You didn't wanna risk getting picked up for causing a 'disruption.'
And, besides, 'The Board' had outlawed mate-ships ... believing love to be too unruly, too dangerous a force. Too powerful. They feared it. What it could do. What it could inspire furs to do. What it could give them. Pleasure. Hope ... confidence. Faith. Joy ... no, love was not to be tolerated. Or accepted. Rather, lust ... was encouraged. Keep the populace in lust, and they would mire themselves in their own pain and longing ... until they'd given themselves away. Until their was nothing left.
But allow a population to love, and ... something would grow. Ideas, values ... hearts would expand.
But Peregrine and Audrey walked rather closely ... nearly side-by-side. Down a cracked sidewalk. Past an old wooden saloon (now a modern-day bar ... complete with satellite television). To the alley between the bottled raspberry iced tea factory (or was it a plant ... rather than a factory) ... between that an the general store.
"Don't they have alarms on the doors? What if we open an emergency door," Peregrine worried. "Set off an alarm?"
"Then we'll just to run for it ... you're the scurrying sort, remember?"
"I can faster than you ... "
"Uh-huh."
"But, if we have to run, what about you ... I won't leave you ... "
"Perry, stop worrying."
"But ... "
"Stop. Stop," she whispered.
He did so, and ... eyes darted. And heart hammered, and ... he watched as his mate reached for the handle of the side-door.
Audrey paused ... paw on the handle. And swallowed. And pulled it ...
... open ... letting cooler air filter out. Letting the scent of raspberries (and tea leaves) sweep past their noses.
"Mm ... " A deep, curious breath. "Well ... no alarm," she said. And looked to the mouse.
"You go first," he told her.
"So, if there's, like, lasers or falling axes ... they'll hit me first, and you'll know whether it's safe or not?" A bit of a grin.
"No ... femme furs ... first. It's courtesy."
"Ah ... "
"Aud ... "
"I'm teasing, Perry ... teasing ... " She slipped into the building, and ...
... he quickly followed. Making sure to stay close to her tail. Wanting, in fact, to reach out and ... simply grab her luxurious black and white tail. To hold it. To feel it. To not let go of her, but ... that would only distract him. He needed to keep all his senses focused on his surroundings. Not on the scent of her (and the aroma of the shampoo that still lingered in her fur). Not on the smell of the raspberries and the tea leaves, and not of the other things in the air ...
Audrey padded down a corridor. Stopped. Paused. "Hear that?" she whispered.
Sounds of "whir-whir-whir" ...
"Must be ... machines?" Peregrine guessed. "Cutting the tea leaves, or crushing them, or ... brewing?"
"Yeah ... " A pause. A head-tilt. "The head office. Maybe they have ... like, maybe there's some kind of memo in the head office."
"Like they're gonna write down their plan on paper? For all eyes to see?"
"A predator would ... "
"If there are predators in this building ... "
"Perry, I don't know, okay? Let's just ... explore. I don't know what we're looking for. Some kind of evidence. Something that's not circumstantial. Something we can go to other furs with ... some kind of proof."
"Will it make any difference? No-fur in this town is willing to fight ... we're not fighters."
"We may have to be," was all she said.
"Let's go back ... let's ... "
" ... go in there."
The mouse perked. "Where?"
"Two doors down." A nod ... in the direction of the wooden, tan door. With the metal knob. "Looks like the office."
"What if some-fur's in there?"
"You've a nose, don't you? Mice have keen noses ... use your nose."
Peregrine frowned, and ... as they padded to the door, he did so. Sniffy-sniffing ... sniff-twitching. Whiskers waggling. "Mm ... one fur. A mouse."
"A mouse? We can trust a mouse, right?"
"Of course! You can trust a mouse," he said (defensively). "I'm a mouse ... "
"I'd, uh ... kind of noticed," she said with a sly wink.
Peregrine flushed, and ... sniffed more. "Mm ... but not an ordinary mouse." "No?" "No, it's ... something's different about the mouse in there," he whispered.
"Well, we have to go in ... Perry, we can't stay in the hallway here. We have to ... " She was already turning the knob.
Peregrine bolted to stop her, but ...
... too late!
The door opened, pushed inward ... and Audrey slipping into the darkened office. Half-pulling a twitching Peregrine inside (with her), and ... quickly closing the door, and spotting a large-eared, multi-colored mouse ...
"W-what ... who are you?" he asked, eyes darting. Sitting ... looking very tired. Very scared.
"Friends," was Audrey's response.
"Prey," whispered Peregrine, knowing how to reach a fellow mouse. "We're prey ... we won't hurt you."
"She's not prey," Advance said. Of the skunk.
"She's my mate. She won't hurt you ... "
The pinon mouse quivered a bit, and ... nodded. "Mm ... but who are you, and what are you doing here? If you wanted to meet with me, you should've gone to the lobby. We have a receptionist ... "
"We were trying to ... be discreet."
"Why?" he asked Audrey.
"You're not any variety of mouse ... I've seen," Peregrine whispered. This mouse before him wasn't a house, field, or ... whatever mouse. He was a dessert mouse, wasn't he ...
"Look, uh ... I need to know who you are? Are you working for Mandy? Is this ... is she playing mind games with me?"
"Mandy?"
"She's ... " A swallow. "She's taking the reigns of the Sheridan Conspiracy. She's, uh ... in the factory. She's dangerous. I wouldn't let her catch you here." The dessert mouse's eyes ... darted.
"I'm Peregrine," said Peregrine. "My mate is ... Audrey. We live in this town. Just like you do. We've never met, but ... we know how it is. We know the fear. We ... heard rumors."
"Rumors?"
"That 'The Board' is going to use your tea ... oh, I love your tea, by the way," Audrey said. "It's the only tea I drink."
A blush. "Well ... it's a family recipe. You know, it's ... it's about the ingredients AND how they're prepared. You know? So many furs today ... they make haste of the preparation." A shake of the head. "Taste bud disaster, right there ... "
"Hey," interrupted Peregrine, eyes wide.
"Oh ... yeah, we better ... not get sidetracked," agreed Audrey.
"My name's Advance," said the pinon mouse. "I, uh ... this is my tea factory. It was my father's before it was mine, and ... whatever rumors you've heard," he confided, "are true. 'The Board' is trying to use my tea to brainwash the town and ... even furs beyond the town limits. Mandy is overseeing the operation. She's come from Sheridan, Indiana, and she's ... unstable. To say the least. She's ... she wants to step over 'The Board' and control the Conspiracy herself, but ... I don't know. I don't ... I'm scared. I ... I can't stop them."
"Maybe we can ... find a way," Audrey whispered, "to help."
"Aud ... "
"Perry, we have to. Anyway, he's a fellow mouse, right? You're not gonna NOT help ... a fellow mouse. And your MATE, to boot."
"So, I'm ... mired in this ... by association?"
"Something like that."
"Mandy is dangerous," Advance repeated. "You don't know ... in order to stop her plan ... I don't know what it would take. Or how you could do it. I can't see her being dissuaded, and I can't see me or my employees ... offering any successful rebellion."
"We'll think of something. We'll just have to ... think of," Audrey whispered, "something." She let out a breath.
"The phone lines are monitored," Advance reminded. "I could come to your house ... at night."
"And risk being tracked by the guard trolleys?" Peregrine asked.
"I live on the outskirts ... I can evade the trolleys. I was born in a harsh environment. I can ... I can manage," Advance insisted.
"Alright ... " Audrey went for a pen, writing down on a piece of paper ... their address. Directions. "We're the only house on our gravel road. Two miles outside of town. We don't have a car, so ... "
"Neither do I," Advance said. "I can walk ... "
A nod.
The guard trolleys prohibited, generally, automobiles. Promoted walking. And taking the trolleys themselves (which most furs were loathe to do).
"Tonight, ten-o'clock," Audrey said. "We'll meet and ... try and come up with something."
"Make sure you're not being followed," Peregrine added.
"I will," Advance insisted.
Peregrine nodded back at his fellow mouse, and ... eyes moving past him, looked out the glass windows that overlooked the main brewing floor. Where the tea was made. Where the tea was bottled. Where the workers (mostly ground squirrels) were busy ...
"I hope Mandy's not terrorizing them," Advance said ... twitching. "My employees are like family to me." He had no mate. No family. Not anymore. The pi?on mouse was alone. Unique ... and alone. He often wondered if it was BECAUSE of his uniqueness. A swallow. "You should go," Advance insisted. He had no reason to trust these furs ... he'd only known them for a few minutes, but ... he was desperate. Maybe they could help. Maybe, together, they could all ... do something.
Do something ...
... maybe.
Audrey, grabbing Peregrine's tail ... reeling him to her side, nodded, and opened the door, peered about, and slipped away. The grey-furred mouse following.
And Advance stood, pacing, padding ... heart hammering. Feeling nauseous. And he went to the glass window. Squinted. Scanned. Saw Mandy.
The cheetah sipping raspberry iced tea from a crystal glass ... and she looked up (feeling eyes on her), and she raised her glass to him. And grinned a toothy grin.
Advance, eyes watering, turned away ... and sat down. To breathe, breathe ...
... breathe another frantic breath. |
Still, for the time being, Jupiter was good enough, and for that, they were more or less ready. As soon as the last of the blessed arrived from Central Asia and Eastern Europe and Africa, everything was ready, and the only thing left was to wait for the correct moment to have Woz take off; fortuitously, there was a perfect moment lined up for just a couple of months after the last sentient on the planet boarded the gator, after which they’d have to wait another six or so months, and even then it’d be a risky endeavour. Thus, the Cult of the Ever Gluttonous worked overtime to have everything prepared, and when the day finally arrived… there were no speeches.
Delton felt this was more appropriate; with most people on their god being too busy experiencing pleasure unlike any of them imagined possible, then the best that they, the leadership, could do for the uninitiated was to let them keep on experiencing it without interruptions. Thus, the higher priests exchanged a few curt words, and soon after they issued the order for the maintenance crews to shut off the nutrient paste pumps.
In the midst of all this, Woz had ceased understanding time and the passage thereof quite a long time prior. Even the notion that he had become something like a super-Antoine had slipped from him completely, since clearly he was still being fed, which had to mean that people were fine with him being as big as he was. Besides, it wasn’t as if he was making demands of anyone, nor imposing himself upon a world that didn’t want him; they decided to worship him, and Woz had done nothing to force this. Hell, he’d gone out of his way to make it so that his weight and fat were redistributed to as many people as possible, since, after all, he’d be more than capable of filling up again within just a handful of seconds. Therefore, there was nothing left for him but to… be.
To be, and to live life, and to become as a god to every living, thinking creature on the planet; to gorge, to consume, to feast, to eat, in an endless, eternal banquet that everyone else seemed more than happy to indulge him with, so who was he to deny them? It was his destiny to become the biggest and fattest gator to have ever lived, and while he was reasonably certain that he already was, he wasn’t certain, and the only way to make certain was to ensure that there was nothing left to be eaten that would let any other gator attain even a fraction of the size that he himself had.
And throughout it all, a pleasure that could not be overstated, an enjoyment that bordered on the indecent, a pleasure so acute that it was almost painful at times. Mortal minds were not meant to experience these things, and for all of his cult’s posturing, Woz was still a mortal, albeit an incredibly odd example of one… which, of course, meant his brain had to be rewired in order to better deal with what he was experiencing. If mortals could not comprehend the pleasure, then he had to stop being a mortal, simple as that; hence, when the pumps were removed and funnel installed, the creature that stirred from a food coma and woke with a grumble that shook with a force beyond ten on the Richter scale was not the Woz that had begun eating back at the bayou.
It was an entity far beyond what the gator used to be, a singular being whose core motivation for existing was to consume, and whose reign would be long, productive, and bring an eternal paradise to anyone who would be so kind as to just climb on and accept his superiority and dominance. He didn’t quite care that it was precisely this sort of attitude that led to him accepting the eat-off against Antoine in the first place; after all, Antoine was right there and had given him their blessing, so clearly everything was perfectly fine.
Even then, with his head at the edge of the greater cosmos beyond, he could see himself bigger, could see himself fatter, and knowing exactly what his cult’s plans were, there was only one reasonable and realistic way forward: he had to burp. Luckily, it was very easy; all it needed was for him to do… nothing, since his body had been yearning for some release for quite a while. The moment the pumps were out, his entire form began rumbling, the shockwaves crisscrossing it only magnifying one another and causing everyone atop it to have to hold onto the nearest slab of outlying pudge to keep from being rolled off towards the lower levels. Those at the bottom held on for dear life, as the power contained within the burp was such that it very nearly knocked them off of Woz at the exact moment where they couldn’t afford to have that happen.
Those at the top glued themselves to Delton, who cackled maniacally as his god finally ascended to take their rightful place in the heavens. And in the middle of it all, Woz himself was mostly just happy that he finally got to get a good belch out, even if it was taking a lot more time than it usually did on account of how long it had been since his last one. There was a ball of gas inside him that wanted out, but it was so gargantuan that even with his expanded digestive system, it was still a near-sisyphean task to get it to move upwards without getting stuck; meanwhile, the rumbling and quaking only became more powerful, with his grumbling stomach becoming nigh-on deafening for every second that the burp didn’t take place.
One second after another, with Woz actually closing his mouth around the funnel so tightly that he almost snapped it in half; he was concerned that the belch wouldn’t come to pass, so much so that, for the first time in over a year, he tried moving his arms, presumably in an attempt to rub his belly to get the damned ball of gas out of there. Of course, said arms were buried underneath literal miles of fat, so this accomplished very little other than get part of him to wiggle a bit more than usual. But that was just it: he didn’t have to do it. He might rumble, he might turn into a series of rippling waves of fat moving up and down a form that covered entire continents as a result of his pent-up burp, but it was for this reason that he had the entire population of the planet on top of him… and this population refused to remain still.
They rolled around, they hugged him, they grew, they fattened, they jumped, they did all manner of things which, when he learned to relax and feel them properly, were everything he ever truly needed: acceptance. The love of others around him, expressed both spiritually and physically, and through it, the last step in the Big Move; all it took was him internalising it for the last barrier to be broken down, and for the ball of gas in his stomach to begin its rapid ascent upwards towards his mouth. Clamping his teeth down on the funnel as hard as he could, Woz closed his eyes and expanded his mind, letting Delton and his higher priests, as well as the wonderful Antoine by their side, know that it was about to happen.
And then… he burped.
It was hard to describe how it felt, given that it was the perfect combination of release, sexual climax, and just all-around pleasant comfort that could only truly be achieved after a full meal and good lil’ burp, except scaled up several billion times and turned into a propulsion mechanism. It was almost quaint how the little ones on him thought that a funnel would hold the full force of it; it barely lasted for a couple of seconds before it was broke into pieces, the pieces then pushed outward in the flow of gas along with the first few strands of spittle, more or less fired into orbit from the first impact alone.
Amazingly, despite the belch happening, the rumbling coursing through Woz’s body only became worse… mostly since he still had plenty of pent-up gas and he had the soundwaves and airborne shockwaves to contend with. His entire body turned into one colossal resonator, amplifying the strength of the vibrations to the point that, when they were transferred to the ground below him, they promptly cracked it open; fault lines were torn asunder moments after creation, the very surface of the planet being pulverised with every moment it was subjected to the totality of Woz’s body.
It wouldn’t last long; the year-long destabilisation caused by the gator’s burgeoning growth had turned the planet’s crust into a house of cards, ready to collapse at the slightest touch, and with this belch, the touch had finally come. Much like removing the keystone from an arch, everything came crumbling down, and rather than Woz taking off from the planet, Earth itself crumbled underneath him, with the ludicrous amount of energy unleashed by the burp causing everything down from the surface to the mantle and inner core to begin vibrating in just the right frequency to shake the whole world apart. Like an overpressurized egg, the planet cracked open, the silent explosion visually overshadowed by the sight of Woz’s form, finally freed from any obstacles, unfurling “downwards”; no longer was he sitting on anything, he was floating, and for the first time in goodness knows how long, he was comfortable and capable of moving… even if not that effectively.
Still, enough for him to point himself in the right direction, even if this did mean getting most of his eruction pointed directly at the sun; then again, all the spittle flying off into the distance would serve its purpose, softening up the local star for when he eventually made his way towards it. For the time being though, he had another journey to make, one that would take him a good week or so at the speeds that he was capable of reaching; the only negative aspect was that he was in a vacuum, and as such couldn’t really hear the burp… though he could certainly feel it. He never stopped jiggling, never stopped shaking, never stopped being crisscrossed by shockwaves of increasingly greater strength, turning his entire form into one immense pile of gelatin-like gator fat.
And as he kept going, so too did the little ones above him struggle to hold on, for the power of it all was such that merely being near Woz during the belch was enough to cause them to bloat and swell far in excess to what they had already, as if the non-sound had triggered an ultimate transformation. Eventually, the first would jettison themselves, choosing to orbit the planetoid-sized gator in preparation for when he dropped the last three letters from the descriptor; soon, others would merely let go, preferring to go the length of the journey in freefall until Woz was eventually recaptured by Jupiter’s gravity well. And with a trail of drool leading from where Earth used to be, spreading itself through Mars’ orbit and the asteroid belt, a week’s worth of belching ended with Woz finally being caught up by the gas giant, just barely able to slow down fast enough to start orbiting it, and even then needing a tactical turnaround in order to decelerate properly.
But when the gator opened his eyes, when he, for once, caught a glimpse of existence outside of his fat cave in a surprise prepared for him by Delton and his team of engineers, and he saw the beauty of Jupiter just there, waiting to be devoured…
… well, he would’ve weeped, but he was no longer one for sentimentalism. He did lick his lips though, right before the nutrient pumps were restarted in preparation for the full syphoning of Jupiter to begin.
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Title: Friends, Lovers and Much More
Tags: oral, anal, romance
He was making the rounds of the office Christmas party attending to the needs of the employees. He was not the senior person present but he was the unofficial host since he had put the gathering together. He found Susan retrieving her mid-thigh length rabbit fur jacket from the coat closet.
"Hey Susan! Are you leaving? Is there anything I can do for you?"
Susan did not work for him but they consulted often. She was an absolute wiz at her job, so much so that the corporation had flown her around to all of its offices to train her counterparts. She was also the motivation for numerous bulges in the pants of men who visited the office. It had been the same for those who had to work around Susan everyday, but they had gotten over it. She was so blasted sharp and efficient that one could not forget but at least get used to her raw sex appeal.
Susan was cute rather than beautiful. Her innate eroticism came as much from the way she carried her self---her style---rather than simply from her physical attributes. She certainly had a body that turned heads. She wore no makeup and had a full head of light brown curls that probably had never felt a curling iron. He had overheard her telling some other women in the break room that she washed it every day and just let it dry. Wide set brown eyes and a slightly turned up nose completed the picture above the neck. She had a wicked little smile---almost lascivious---but eminently playful---if she liked you or if your actions pleased her.
Tonight she was wearing a teal blue silk evening dress cut just above the knees. Her heels would have been beyond the limit of graceful balance for most women, easily adding several inches to her height and giving her an almost statuesque appearance. The pumps perfectly tightened her exceptional calves making an already long legged woman appear more so. Her small, firm breasts were sensually caressed by the fine silk brocade. The understated turquoise jewelry was in perfect harmony. Sadly, the sumptuous fur she had just donned in preparation for the harsh New England winter winds concealed her most charming asset.
In his opinion---and in the opinion of ever man who had ever seen her—Susan had a behind to die for. It was reminiscent of the old joke, "You hate to see her leave but you love to watch her go". Standing still it was a great butt. When she purposefully perambulated around the office in the efficient performance of her duties it became something more as her sumptuous young thighs and muscular young hips worked in perfect sync.
While Susan's physical attributes and sassy manner spoke of sex and often prompted regrettably suggestive comments from the men she encountered, no one that he was aware of had ever tapped her treasures. She could deflate a rising boner with parsimonious verbiage. Make a pass and expect a put down. It will be quick, sharp and just a little painful. Most men learned not to try that tact on a second occasion.
He had never made a pass or suggestive comment. He was as obsessed with this young woman as any other man but he always kept it under wraps. They had become friends---work friends. He treated her respectfully just as he treated everyone else in the office---particularly the attractive young women like Susan. She had over time found more excuses to consult with him. She would often stop by his office to chat about some upcoming project. He doubted that she really needed his input or assistance. He had become very happy that she had chosen to request it. Five minutes chatting with Susan put a smile on the entire day, no matter how rotten it had been or might become.
"Is there anything I can do for you?" He had asked. She had responded immediately.
"Bill, if your little wife wasn't here I could come up with several suggestions."
This was completely uncharted territory. Her response had hit him like a Mack truck. It wasn't a subtle pass, it was a clearly expressed invitation. Had she had a couple of drinks and said something she would regret Monday morning? He was close enough to her to note no smell of booze on her breath. He drink glass appeared to be filled with soda. He recovered his senses and decided to respond in kind.
"Susan, let's get hypothetical for a moment. If my annoying little wife suddenly disappeared, what sort of actions would you pursue?"
Quickly glancing around to ensure that they were alone in the cloak room, Susan moved in quickly, kissing his lips and probing his mouth with her talented tongue. Still holding her drink in one hand, she allowed the other hand to drop to his groin and softly stroked his now engorged organ.
"Do you really want me to tell you, or would rather just let your imagination run wild?" Susan replied, ending the kiss and stepping back to a respectable distance before others entered the room.
"My imagination is already racing; why don't you fill in the blanks for me."
Susan moved to his side so that she could speak into his ear at a level that only he would be able to hear. Anyone passing them, knowing that both had virtuous reputations as it applied to office romance might have assumed they were simply talking about work things. Susan's words brought him to the verge of delirium.
"I like to begin by sucking my man's cock. It relieves the tension and ensures that he'll be able to do himself proud later on. Your cock felt very nice---hard, long and fat---the way I like 'em. Is your little wifey a good cock sucker? She couldn't be as good as I am. I'm the best there is."
"No Susan, in ten years of marriage she has yet to give a decent blow job. I supposed you'd expect me to return the oral favor?" He said, getting into the lewd exchange.
"If you didn't I'd kick your ass out. Do you like eating pussy, Bill? Do you think you could service my wet little quim to my satisfaction?"
"I've received good reviews in that area over the years. And yes, I'd love to make you cum with my mouth."
"So Bill, what happens then? Assuming a nice long tongue bath of my hard little clit, I'm hoping you'd be ready for the next event."
"Your ass, baby. I really want to kiss your ass."
Kiss it, Bill? Whatever do you mean?"
"I want to rim your tight little crinkle with my mouth and fuck your tender little hole with my hard tongue."
"What else do you want to put in there, Bill? Your fingers---your stiff cock? Are you an anal freak, Bill? Do you want to sodomize me, Bill? Do you want to ravage my luscious little butt with your big cock?" She took a sip of her drink. "If you make my pussy happy---and if you can get it up again---I'll let you do my back door---fair enough?"
"I have remarkable recovery powers, Susan. Don't promise something you don't plan to deliver."
"I was counting on it Bill. But, since your little wife is in the picture, I think we're both just talking here---as hot as the talk has been. I've never seen a hint of your dark side before; I like it---a lot."
It was time to call her bluff. "Susan, tomorrow mornings, Saturday, I'll be dropping my wife and two children off at Logan at 7:00 AM. She's taking the kids and going to her folks for two weeks---probably longer. We don't have a lot of sex. I already told you she can't suck cock. Her pussy isn't very tight and she hasn't let me in her ass in a very long time. Last week my neighbor and I caught our respective wives in a very erotic sixty-nine. Pamela and I have been drifting apart for years—staying together for the children."
Susan responded with a mixture of surprise and contemplation. This was more than just fucking around with a married man who had no intention of leaving his wife. Bill was the only man she had met had in quite a while that she seriously wanted to slip between the sheets with. A relationship---other than purely carnal---was never remotely in her plans. If divorce was on the front burner, that made Bill ultimately unattached and available.
Maybe she needed to back off. She liked this man and he obviously liked her. They respected each other and had become friends over the almost two years they had worked together. She could fall for him and vice versa. That could be messy. She was looking for a fuck not a husband.
"Susan, you know where I live. You came to the party I had at my house a couple of months ago. It's no more than ten or fifteen minutes from your house. I'm going to cook breakfast for two---plates on the table at 9:00 AM. If our recent conversation was something more than face to face phone sex---join me for breakfast. What do you say?"
As the room had cleared she again moved in and kissed him. It was a wet, warm, soft and probing kiss. She ran her hands over his tight buttocks. He was only eight years older than she was. Their back grounds, their education and their socioeconomic status were very different. She was always in control. She would sleep on it. She was pretty sure she'd fuck him---and then make it clear that it didn't go beyond a simple screw.
"Let me sleep on it. I'll call you by 9:00 AM if I'm not going to be there."
Susan kissed Bill again, very quickly and left the building. Bill went back to gather his annoying wife and head home for another night in the guest room. At least he could jerk off in there with no fear of interruption. With the vision of Susan's amazing body filling his senses he wouldn't need a magazine to become aroused.
His wife started to get amorous on the ride home. A combination of too much alcohol, guilt and some last desperate attempt to save the long ago dead marriage had her stroking his cock in the car. Maybe she was just horny since the neighbor's wife had left for a similar hiatus to the one in her future a week earlier. His wife was an attractive woman. She came easily when he ate her sweet pussy. What the fuck, he thought to himself. I've got a boner that won't go away.
After he drove the sitter the few short houses down the street to her home he returned to find his still reasonably appealing wife naked on the guest room bed, stroking her clit with one hand as she lewdly spread her fat labia with the other. She wouldn't try to suck his cock; they'd both long since given up on that. She had nice tits, maybe he'd just jerk off on them; she didn't like cum on her face but got motivated by a good tittie fuck. He was not interested in her pussy; she was one of those women who just would lie there as if to say, "Aren't you done yet?"
His conversation with Susan had him harder than he had been in a long time. His wife of ten years had once tolerated, and then come to enjoy having her little sphincter opened up. She'd always needed a few drinks to give up her ass, but once he got inside her canal she'd moan and buck like a bitch in heat, often cumming when he did---albeit with a little finger work of her own. Her little back hole was made to have a cock in it. She'd never complained of initial pain, didn't need lubrication past a little saliva and quickly could adapt to the invasion. She gotten involved in some radical woman's group and had decided that anal sex was all about male domination. That had been several years before.
As if reading his mind, she thrust her average ass forward exposing her crinkled little entrance and began to lewdly work the tip of a finger inside the tight passage. She was going to give up her most interesting hole. He didn't really care why.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" He was going to make her ask for it. "Where do you want it Pamela? Tell me were you want this cock." He said as he removed the last of his clothing.
"I want you to fuck me. You can fuck me anyway---anywhere---you want to. I know you, you sick mother fucker. I know where you want to put your stiff prick."
"Ask for it Pamela, or go back to your bedroom. Tell me---no beg me."
"In my ass, Bill. In my ass. Fuck me up the ass. I want it there."
With few preliminaries, he moved up on his knees between her obscenely spread thighs. He placed the head of his cock at the entrance to the intended orifice. As the head passed through the minimal resistance of her anal barrier, he slowly jammed his tool to its limit. This was hardly a love fuck. He wanted to get off. Her buttery insides ensured that outcome. He expected to cum quickly. It had been several years since he had enjoyed his wife's tight little hole---or any other woman's for that matter.
He was thinking of Susan. He lasted far longer than he had expected---longer than he had wanted to. He lasted more than long enough to get his soon to be former wife over the edge, and quite probably longer than she wanted him to once she had been satisfied. She had the, "hurry up and get it over with" look.
As he felt his juice rising, he pulled out of her behind and jerked the massive load that had accumulated for a couple of weeks all over her face. She hated that; this was quite probably the first time he had intentionally done so in ten years---and would certainly be the last time. As her mouth opened in surprise he jammed the head of his cock inside ignoring the grating abrasion of her teeth.
"Clean it cunt." He said, with a total absence of emotion.
She made a half assed effort before releasing his cock, turning her head, rolling off the bed and rushing out of the room. He was pretty sure that they would never fuck in any manner ever again.
After she left tomorrow, lawyers would do the talking. He hoped they could keep it amiable for the sake of the children. She had admitted that her attraction to members of the same sex had become her dominant sexual motivation. She had a good education and almost as good a job as he did.
The divorce would occur in a state that treated fathers with more respect than many did. The failure of the nuptials had never been angry; they didn't hate each other and probably could under the right circumstances be friends. It was a very conservative state and she had cheated---and cheated with another woman. Any decent divorce attorney would tell her to work it out to her best advantage and not expect a judge to be particularly sympathetic---in a state that still had laws on the books against any form of homosexual activity. Hell, what they had just done was illegal. There was no expectation that either of them would get hosed. She loved their two kids and knew that he was a very good father. She would not do something stupid that might harm them---nor would he.
As Bill returned to the house the next morning he thought about what the day might bring. He did all the prep work necessary but decided not to cook anything until the phone rang. He absolutely knew the phone would ring. It had just been talk. Susan was not coming. He was wrong.
At five minutes passed nine, he heard the soft tap on the kitchen door at the side of the house. Other than the evening dress she had worn the night before, Bill had never seen Susan in anything other than business attire---office casual had not been invented yet. She was not dressed for seduction but with her supple young frame it would have been impossible to garb her in anything that hid the delicious bumps and curves of her young body.
"What's on the breakfast menu, chief?" She said, flashing her perfect smile and tossing her natural curls.
"I'm taking orders right now; you get to choose."
They both decided on an omelet with everything but the kitchen sink. It was cold in New England at this time of year. Susan was wearing jeans, not poured into them but jeans that perfectly displayed his most favorite feature, her sumptuous little back side. Her top was a soft cashmere sweater, bra-less he thought; the supple fabric clung to the contour of her perfect little breasts. As they sat down to enjoy the feast that they had worked together to prepare, Susan fixed her gaze on him with those soft brown eyes. She was not the seductress this morning. The smile was not her usual sassy bordering on wicked. She looked younger than he had recalled.
"I almost called to cancel." She began. "I've been freezing my little butt off at the pay phone at the Speedy Mart down the street. I'm pretty sure what we're thinking about doing here is not very smart---but I never turn down free breakfast."
"Talk to me Susan. Blame last evening on alcohol, if you like. Look, we like each other. We respect each other. We amuse each other. I enjoy having you as my friend. Like every other man on the face of the earth I'd love to jump your bones."
"Well, that's the heart of the problem---not the jumping my bones part---I'm sure I'd very much enjoy that. Once we do that we cross a very major bridge---it's hard to go back." Her tone changed as she became more serious.
"Look, Bill, I like you---I like you a lot. You've never made a pass at me---it was like throwing down the gauntlet. I just had to get your dick hard at least once. I believe I succeeded. It was easier when I thought you were unavailable---married---than it became when you dropped that bomb shell." She paused to take a bite of food and continued.
"Bill." She said softly. "I'm not looking for a husband, let alone a relationship. Relationships get messy. My track record in that department is abysmal. I don't work for you, but we do work together. I have a bad feeling that if we jumped in the sack and did the nasty, things would change at the office. Then we'd want to do it again and then again---and that smells an awful lot like a relationship."
"Are you ever planning to get married---have a family---Susan?"
"Sure. When I'm thirty, two years from now, I'll pursue that possibility seriously. What are you, thirty-six? Yea, I think you told me." She returned to the omelet.
"So, if I realized that I had serious designs on you, wanted to have a relationship with you---or more---I should just come back in two years and take my place in line?"
Letting her control slip just for an instant, Susan responded. "If you were still interested by then, I'd probably give you a low number---move you up near the front of the line."
She was back in control again. "Hell you don't even know if I'm any good in bed? Suppose I'm a crappy piece of ass? You make four times what I do. You work for a salary---I get paid by the hour. I went to junior college then completed my degree at a community college in night school. You have an education---and an MBA---from one of the top schools in the nation. My parents are as blue collar as two people can be---yours are probably professionals."
It was his turn. "It took me ten years to get that education, most of it in night school under the GI Bill. My parents were neither white collar nor blue collar. My dad owned a farm and taught school. My mother sold real estate and ran a little marginal gift shop. What I make versus what you make has no relationship whatsoever to our respective value to our company. If you weren't there tomorrow the place would crumble. If I wasn't there, they'd promote someone to take my place and few would notice any change."
He paused to sip his coffee, then continued. "Look, Susan. I'm not looking for a wife at the moment---I've still got one that I need to get rid of. It should be reasonably amiable but these things tend to take a few months to work out and become official. I'm not looking for a part time mommy for my kids. Pamela and I will not be doing anything to hurt them. Am I looking for something---ultimately---that looks, smells and feels like a relationship? Hell yes! Would I like that relationship to be with someone I like and respect? Damned right. Would it help if she was a hot little minx that fucked my brains out night and day? It sure as hell wouldn't hurt."
"You're a dangerous, dangerous man, Bill. You're cute as hell and one of the really good guys in this world. I could fall for you very easily. You're already falling for me, I can feel it. If we get physical, it's just going to get worse."
"Or better." He said interrupting.
"Or better? I don't know. When I've gotten serious about some one I just seem to screw it up. We start as friends and then end up hating each other."
"Okay, Susan, there are several ways we can do this. You can finish your eggs, give me a sweet peck on the cheek, go home and we'll see each other Monday morning as we always do---and be friends. We can pass on the hot sweaty weekend long fuck that I was counting on and just see each other---go out together, date---see if there's something there. We can fuck ourselves silly and then try our best to neither fall in love nor let it screw up our friendship. Or, my favorite option---we do it all. We fuck our brains out this weekend, we see each other on a regular basis---and we keep it cool and collected at the office. What do you think?"
"You really want to get in my jeans, don't you, Bill?"
"Very much. But not if that means that either our friendship or the potential for something special is jeopardized. I can't sit here and promise not to fall in love with you but I will promise never to do anything to hurt you."
Susan got up from her chair and moved to Bill, sitting in his lap and kissing him softly. "Well, now I understand why you make the big bucks---it's those amazing analytical skills. You're a hell of a salesman---you sold me on the final option."
As they feverishly undressed each other a few minutes later in the mid morning sun light both were trembling in anticipation. As he saw his lover in all of her young nakedness for the first time he almost gasped. Nothing had prepared him for the pure sex that her lithe young form exuded. She was more than a vision of loveliness. She was that perfect and complete package of exciting womanhood that he knew he could not resist.
Susan and Bill explored each others muscular frames for what seemed like hours. He wanted to know every inch of this amazing woman as he became almost euphoric in the discovery of her charms. The heady musk of her closely cropped, almost delicate pussy pulled him down. It was as if a force was pulling him to her treasures.
She gasped as his mouth touched her outer lips and his tongue began to explore the treasures inside. Bill's urgent need to please this special young woman, this special friend was all consuming. As he hungrily consumed her sweet nectar he found her special spot and caressed it with his lips and tongue. His hunger to please her tempered with the gentleness he knew was needed bore fruit surprisingly quickly. As Susan came with a long, groaning growl, he continued his oral efforts. She came a second time, gasping for breath as he earnestly worked her sweet little quim to their mutual pleasure.
Susan and Bill didn't fuck immediately. They held each other tightly, softly making love to each others eyes and lips. Susan reached down and softly stroked his almost painfully hard erection. "I think we got out of order with the plan from last night. That was amazing. The best---the best ever. I wish I could put it into words better. Let me show you my appreciation with actions instead."
Susan scooted down the bed and engulfed Bill's cock in her wet, warm mouth. Bill almost came instantly. The astounding heat and wetness of her mouth on his shaft was like nothing he had ever experienced. He chose to remain still and allow Susan to suck his cock at her own pace in her own unique way.
As she took him deeply in her mouth he felt his own public hair resting on her lips. She held his cock like that for several seconds, then withdrew all but the bulbous helmet, which she lovingly bathed with her tongue. Slowly she began to move her head up and down, taking him deep in her throat and then working her talented tongue over the tip on the up stroke.
Her pace increased as she looked into his eyes with a growing hunger for his hot seed. Out of a bad habit developed over many years with his soon to be former wife who despised the taste of cum he almost told her how close he was. As he noted her increased efforts to bring him over the top he knew that she had felt his dick harden and didn't need to be told that he would soon flood her throat.
As he creamed in her mouth he yelled out in sheer ecstasy. Her moans became more urgent as her demand for his essence became more than a hunger---as if she would perish without all of his special fluid inside her own body. He repositioned himself so as not too lose the loving ministrations of her mouth but so that he could stroke her steamy cunt.
With his slowly deflating prick still in her mouth she came quickly from his fingers on her slippery slit. When she knew she had drained him, she released his cock and smiled. Before she could speak he pulled her to him and probed her supple mouth with his lips and tongue tasting his own maleness.
"You wouldn't care to rate that blow job on a scale of one to ten, would you Bill?"
He slapped her fine young back side playfully in response to her irreverence. "I think you may have just set the official standard for all blow jobs in the future---anywhere on earth." Adopting a more salacious tone as he softly stroked her slippery labia he continued. "Darling, you were born to suck my cock."
Susan laughed. "Bill, yours may be the most enjoyable one I've ever sucked. Thank you for coming in my mouth---and not ruining it by telling me---or trying to fuck my face. I enjoy making love---I enjoy fucking. It has to be fun and playful. So, if you ever get really silly and tell me you love me in the heat of the moment---as men tend to do---just take the edge off by telling me what a hot, nasty, talented little cock sucker I am. You know I'm all business at work---but when I've got a nice hard cock in my mouth, I become a gluttonous little slut. You've always treated me with respect at work---between the sheets treat me like your own personal little fuck toy and we'll get along just fine."
Bill considered her words. He wasn't ready, physically for the next event---but would be very soon. "Is that what happened in those other relationship you think you screwed up?" He asked softly.
"She smiled. "You're pretty damned perceptive. I can be a no-nonsense, hard driving, take no prisoners person at work. I expect---I demand---to be respected for what I do. When I'm naked in a man's arms I just want to ball---and have a hell of a lot of fun doing it. Bill, there's work, there's screwing and there's romance. For me, there's a clear divide between each of them. And from what I feel down there in your nether region it time for you to fuck me."
It became obvious to both Bill and Susan that it was time to fuck. With few preliminaries he moved between her perfect young thighs and began to tease her outer lips. He worked just the head of his bulbous tool into her moist little slit. Her perfect hips moved in response to his shallow stroke. As she gazed into his eyes and they smile at each other they both knew at the same instant that it was time for Bill to drive his hardened implement deep inside her. As their public bones touched they lay motionless for several minutes. The tight steamy embrace of her birth canal was like nothing he had ever experienced. They wrapped their arms around each other reveling in the sense of total and complete coupling which they had achieved.
Susan liked to fuck; she liked the fullness of a nice cock in her cunt. She adored the hot sweaty experience of an animalistic screw. For the first time in memory, she just wanted to have this special man's dick shoved inside her as far as it would go, as if she owned it---as if she had captured it and could keep it forever. She worked her trained and talented vaginal muscles, grasping and releasing his organ.
"I'm going to cum if you keep that up." Bill said quietly.
"Yes. Yes, Bill—I want you to. Don't move---don't pull out, don't do anything but leave your cock right where it is. Let me. Let me do it."
It was unlike anything Bill had ever experienced, somehow both intensely erotic but also deliriously special and tender. As Susan worked her incredibly skilled fuck muscles, Bill came. It was unlike any orgasm in his memory. It was the first time he could recall being so intently focus on his own cock, actually feeling the pleasure build and explode. He sobbed in sheer ecstasy as his load spurted deep in Susan precious womanhood. To his delight, Susan continued to massage his cock with her special muscles and she came shortly there after kissing his mouth fervently and sobbing in release.
"Don't say a word, Bill. I've never done anything like that before. It was almost biblical. It was as if I could feel every millimeter of your dick inside me. That was far more than just a screw. That was the most sublime experience I've ever had. I just needed to stop you from saying something playful or irreverent—which is what I normally like to hear after I cum. You are a very dangerous man."
"Thanks for reading my mind, sweet Susan. It was like nothing I could have dreamed of."
A weekend that began with the potential for some serious, sweaty copulation became more than either expected. In essence, Bill's cock and one of Susan's holes were occupied almost continuously. They coupled every time Bill got it up, which was, to Susan's delight, more often then with any other man she had ever slept with.
Susan's ass. That fabulous ass that all men coveted. Assuming that their salacious repartee the night of the Christmas party might have been over the top, Bill did not make a move on her fine little fanny until she took the initiative. There carnal escapades while heated and lusty had become more loving with each encounter. They were falling for each other---neither could honestly deny it.
"Kiss my ass!" Susan exclaimed.
"I was promised, as you may recall, some serious oral diddling of my fine little rump. Pay up my talented tongued friend." Susan said, rolling onto her knees and presenting her delightful posterior for Bill's inspection and servicing.
Gently stroking her slick little slit with his finger, Bill proceeded to lavish his affection on her private hole with his lips and tongue. The soft rolling motion of her satiny butt clearly told him he was on the right track.
Susan rolled on her side and reached back and spread her luscious cheeks in invitation. Bill gently probed her tightest opening with his fingers lavishing it with lubrication. He coated his shaft with the slippery stuff and lined up with her little brown target.
"Wait!" Susan exclaimed. Bill paused in his pursuit of her tight little hole. "Okay, so I was a little bit full of it the other night. I've only tried this once before---and it wasn't very pleasant. Now's your chance to prove what you said Saturday morning---that you'll never do anything to hurt me. That one other time it hurt like hell. I want to give you my tender little back side more than I've ever wanted to give anyone---any man---anything. I'm scared."
"We don't have to do this, baby."
"Yes we do. You are the most caring lover I've ever known. I trust you---I'm just not the anal professional I might have let on."
As Bill inserted the head of his tool passed her tight muscle, Susan gasped. He knew there had been a burning sensation. He took his time as he slipped a millimeter at a time into her velvety canal. He was very gentle; not once did she have to tell him to stop. As she accepted the fullness he moved under and was facing her as he needed to be.
"I think what we're doing is illegal in this state. You done good, chief! There wasn't any real pain, a little burn and the fullness was weird, but it got better---really, really, better! Once you got passed my ring, you were in totally virgin territory. No man had actually fucked my little butt before---and certainly no man has ever cum deep in my ass---as I'm assuming you intend to do. I'm fine now. Back to fun and playful. I'm your little---anal---fuck toy again. Ball me baby, have your way with me."
Bill began a slow gentle motion nuzzling her taut young breasts and alternately making love to her face. He wanted to cum quickly in spite of their marathon of carnal excess. Susan reached down and fondled his balls softly which helped ensure a speedy result. As she felt the warm fluid bath the walls of her very private cavity her mouth flew open in surprise. She had, for the first time in her life felt a man cum inside her. Combined with her own finger work at the appropriate spot it brought her off once again. They collapsed in each others arms both again recognizing that something very special was happening to them.
Susan walked toward Bill's office with some trepidation early Monday morning. They had been working on a project together and she needed his input. She tapped lightly on his open door.
"Susan!" He exclaimed, leaving his desk and taking her hand---as he always did. "Did you have a nice weekend? How can I help you?"
She could have kissed him---or worse---on the spot. He got it. It was a charade, but one she desperately needed---for now.
Susan did not work for Bill. No rules prohibited them from dating. They'd had the sex---it had been earth shattering for both of them. She still had the respect she wanted and expected at work. When he asked her out on a date the first time, he made no secret about it. She accepted with a smile and a blush. She had never agreed to go out on a date with anyone in the office. A few tongues wagged. Both of them were liked and respected. The typical response was, "what a nice couple they would make". A few of the men verged on broken hearted.
Bill's divorce got tied up quicker than expected---just under three months. It was a Friday when the final decree had been signed. He had asked Susan to dinner to celebrate that Friday a few days earlier.
Susan had kept her house. She owned it outright and just wasn't the kind of girl to move in with a guy. She spent far more nights at Bill's than she ever did at her own home.
This was a special celebration. When Bill picked Susan up for dinner he was speechless at her youthful elegance. She looked and carried herself like every bit the lady she was.
As she stepped into his car she pondered their time together. They had known each other for almost exactly two years and had been friends---good friends---for much of that time. They had been dating for slightly under three months---and fucking each others brains out for exactly that length of time.
Other than the two people who had brought her into this world there wasn't a human being on earth she cared for more than Bill. He had met her parents. They were very fond of him too. She had traveled to his home in Pennsylvania to meet his mom and dad. They were just regular people, not terribly different from her family.
She liked him---a lot. She respected him and was his friend. In bed they were like a perfectly tuned orchestra. They'd spoken of marriage---not the potential of their own marriage—but what a marriage should be. They'd spoken of children and were on the same script. She loved his kids and they had accepted her. Even his ex-wife had not been the ogre she had expected. Pamela was living with her former neighbor's wife; they were obviously very happy together.
More and more it had become painful to be separated from him. They'd allowed an edge of the office charade to fall as it became public knowledge that they were seeing each other. They'd had some disagreements—even a fight or two. It was, more than anything, her pushing back against the growing realization that this guy was that special one. When she had been completely irrational and unreasonable, he had been patient.
They chatted through dinner at a restaurant that had become a special place for both of them; they'd gone there on their first date. Their tastes in so many things were very compatible. Their debates or arguments over things they disagreed on never escalated to anger. Their sharp and irreverent senses of humor so often defused their ire. Tonight was the night. Never say it in bed, never during sex---not the first time. Lust is lust. Love is love. It was a romantic thought----this was a romantic evening. She knew in her heart that it was time.
She took his hands in hers, gazed into his big blue eyes, smiled and started to speak.
"I love you." She said, shocked to realize that Bill had uttered the same three words almost simultaneously.
To the amusement of the nearby diners, they both left their respective chairs and shared a long, wet special kiss as the poor waiter tried to approach to take their desert order.
As they settled back in their places, Bill spoke. "Would you consider moving that two year time table up just a little bit? Two years is an awful long time to wait to marry the woman I love and want to spend the rest of my life with."
"Are you asking me to marry you?" Susan said playfully.
"I am about to---but I'm not that excited about an almost two year engagement. I need a little flexibility here---on your part."
"Okay---just so you understand that I don't bend my rules for just anyone." She coyly responded.
Before she realized it, Bill was at her side, on his knees with a diamond ring in his hand, gently slipping it on her finger as he gave the sweetest proposal any woman could have asked for. She accepted without hesitation crying with joy as she realized what a very lucky little girl she was.
"I stopped by to see your mom and dad last night---swore them to secrecy. They're pretty excited. They're sort of hoping for a June wedding if we can pull it together in three months. What do you think?"
"Works for me, chief---works for me." Susan replied holding Bill's head against her breast. "Where are you taking me for our honeymoon?" She added playfully.
"Anywhere in the world you want to go my special lady. Anywhere in the world as long as you're there with me"
"Are you going to try to knock me up on our honeymoon?"
"With any luck, almost constantly."
"I was hoping you'd say that." |
Title: Dragon (S)Layers Ch. 40
Tags: fantasy, dragon slayers, dungeons and dragons, action, adventure, half-elf, clearn, no sex
*Hello there!*
*I come bearing gifts (finally), after some computer issues forced me to reformat and I accidentally nuked my backups too. . . So I had to re-write the ending from scratch, delaying it severely. But on the plus side, I have the interludes ready to go so you can expect those to line up with the rest of the month and the entire volume to be released. I've also started planning the fifth volume and I have some /really awesome/ stuff to get on the page. Can't wait!*
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*And just a fun little knowledge bit: This volume closed out (with the Interludes) at 77 thousand words, 160 pages O\_O*
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**Chapter XVI: Everything as Planned**
Satisfying.
Utterly, apologetically, e*uphorically* satisfying. Sarah drew deep from her cherry flavored cigar, welcoming that particular burn of the blended leaves and diluted narcotic as it smoothed over the rough spots and muffled the thrum of argument raging only a few feet away. The euphoria would pass as it inevitably did, but for that precious moment she was in another plane of existence entirely.
The young paladin was bickering about something with Cosnu and occasionally the mayor's daughter would chip in with some inane comment she thought particularly biting or witty. All the while Sarah watched the ceiling over her glasses, propped up in her favorite rocking chair with her feet kicked up on the table her friend had used to shine his boots.
What a man he had been- even when they didn't get along, he always carried himself with the refinement of a gentleman and the sense of humor of a sailor. It was no surprise the village had made him mayor, but what *was* surprising was that he had the gall to befriend her and the wherewithal to maintain it. . . .if only she'd kept her end of the bargain.
*"Gods dammit."*
Sarah's high came crashing into the dirt only to be lofted again tenuously by another pull on her cigar. And another. Just for good measure.
She sat there with images of what could have been swirling between her pointed ears like a flurry of bees and wondering, not for the first time, what she'd do with herself next. Sorash had been meant as a new start, a clean slate far enough away from the Free States and- she'd thought, erroneously- the reach of the dragon's agents but that was up in smoke now. She puffed.
There were cards to play, of course. Sarah had been meticulously careful about that and not only had she stacked the deck, she'd built the bloody table the game was played upon. She had plans. Contingencies upon those plans and then alternate plans for when those primary ones blew up.
But what was the fucking point?
The dragon had found her. Just like the Free States, just like the elven border lands, just like every other time. It'd taken him longer this time, nearly two decades, but he still found her- and she'd become comfortable. Maybe this was a sample of the games immortals played with one another. It was a game she was sorely ill equipped to play. She didn't have the long term scope of a true immortal being; she had seen freedom when she was in chains, she'd believed in it under the kiss of the whip and when she had engineered her own opportunity to taste it she had acted, but the space of a decade was nothing to the eternity of true immortals. . .
Sarah let her cigar hang between lips for a moment, sensing someone was watching her she looked to the group. They were all staring at her.
"Terribly sorry, I wasn't paying attention. What did you need?"
Caldion groaned, looking to Cosnu he snorted. "Told you."
The portly man grunted, "too busy gettin high to hear us, huh? Seems like some things never change-"
"I-" Sarah sprang from her chair and thrust her hands out in a universal 'tada' pose. "Am perfectly sober, some might say against my better judgment! But be that as it may, I was waiting for the bickering to die down so we might progress smoothly. . ."
Caldion opened his mouth.
"You especially should be ashamed of yourself! We as representatives of our respective deities have a duty- a compulsion!- to spread the good of our patrons! Don't we, *paladin*?" Even as the words left her mouth she could feel her cherub at the fringes of her consciousness, probing her drug addled mind for a way in. This was only matched by the paladin's skeptical glance. She blocked both out. "If you're done?"
Cosnu made a theatrical gesture to continue. "By all means, m'lady. Maybe you'd like some tea and sweets while you explain?"
"Such generosity! I'd be delighted!" She gave him a dry smile. "The city guard is looking for our friend, patrolling this very village in an uncouth and mildly impotent display of force. They've not seen her in action and while I have no doubt they don't think she's capable, I assure you she is. . ."
"The point, Sarah." Caldion said mildly.
"Getting there! Were we to combine our forces, we might stand a chance of bringing her in relatively unharmed where she can stand trial for her crimes!" In the back of her mind the tingle of magic reminded her of the 'other' problem they had to deal with. She didn't think twice about selling them out- she'd need all the chaos she could get if she was to enact her own plans. "Now, we've a small wrinkle in all this as well. . ."
"Let me guess, an angry father?"
"Don't be absurd, I've never left one angry! Weak in the knees, if anything. But to the matter at hand; we've the oversight of a particularly unscrupulous group of individuals who trade in misery and suffering." At the uneasy looks she smiled, sliding into the lie she was constructing on the fly. This was going to be an easy sell. "This group has seen fit to attempt to implicate me in dealings with this Diamond woman- they've even somehow come to the idea that I may have killed some of their members. It's disgusting, and an affront to good sensibilities.
"Let's not kid ourselves into thinking these are people who'll let such things go by without comment- they want her dead." Sarah glanced around, vaguely bothered that no one seemed to have an issue with that. Typical. "So what I would propose is that we let the city guard handle them as well. I doubt they much like the idea of slave traders working so close to the city. It's terribly bad for the labor market for one thing."
"Mmm. . ." Caldion was studying her with that skeptical look she'd come to associate with his trying to figure out if she was being honest or not.
"I needn't tell you how absolutely vulgar the very *idea* of slavery is to the gods, surely."
He ran a hand over his face. "You're good."
"Hm?"
"I've met some jackals, but you've gotta be the only one I've ever met who laughs the entire time." His deep eyes focused on her sharply. "You're going to play them to a point."
"Well, yes, that was the idea."
Cosnu shifted his weight. "Sarah, that's. . . .these aren't people you screw around with-"
"Think of it this way, they'll be so busy chasing one another that you and yours can apprehend this miscreant killer, my company and I can make an egress and you can be hailed as a hero." She smiled brightly- if a little glassy eyed. "Everyone's a winner."
A solemness permeated the air while the four of them traded quiet glances and the empty assurances that they'd constructed inside their own heads. To Sarah, there was no question of whether or not they'd succeed. They didn't have a choice.
"So when you say 'egress'," Caldion said tentatively. "What do you have in mind?"
"We need only create circumstances by which the city guard can catch sight of the girl, they'll run afoul of the slavers of course, and if Cosnu's militia can keep them busy long enough that we can get away once she's out there, then all parties involved can turn on her and we'll be given leeway to escape- her capture is assured and the minimal amount of life is lost. . ." She dampened her lips. "Ideally. . ."
The fat sheriff's hesitation was palpable. Even the mayor's daughter was dubious. At once they started with variations on 'why would we do that?' to which Sarah already had a ready answer.
"If you plan to bring out the slavers in force to protect what they hold, you'll need to make it appear they stand a real chance of losing what they have- something I would relish, personally." She gave Cosnu a pointed glance. "The guard wants this girl for what she did, but the nobility place a high bounty of live slavers, they'll be a target of opportunity!"
"You're playing with a lot of fire here, Sarah. . ."
"Keenly aware, my dear," the buxom half-elf pushed her glasses up. "But I suppose in the interest of full disclosure, I should mention I have it on good authority that failing to capture this girl would be bad for all involved; she is a menace to a great many people and I would rather she be captured than this village put into a state of martial law and you and your entire militia locked up."
"That-"
"Would not be the first time! Remember the race riots?"
He grunted.
"Quite, so!" She clapped her hands. "Let's get to work, shall we? Be so kind as to make contact with the city guard and appraise them of the situation, that you and yours have narrowed down a target she's after and that a group of people dressed as peasants will be working with her- slavers, naturally and-"
"Sarah," Caldion folded his arms as he studied her. "Why should we believe you? You're a liar and a cheat-"
"And a million other things, dear *boy*. Including too tired to feel the compulsion I explain myself in detail! Suffice it to say that like minds work in concert, plucking the strings of lute and lyre to produce melodies fit for the heart and soul of all who hear. More than that is just noise!"
"I-"
"Am beginning to test the patience of someone *genuinely* trying to do the right thing? I quite agree! Come now, the sooner we get this woman out of our hair, the sooner we can return Tessarie to her proper place and never have to speak to one another again."
The young man, surprised by her bluntness seemed to relax a little- maybe it was the shared understanding they now had. He glanced at the mayor's daughter and then Cosnu. He tugged on his gloves. "Right. . ."
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Sarah and Caldion crept along an outer ring of houses that still held the line of shadows between the breaking dawn and remnants of early morning. Sarah kept her shawl tight knowing full well how ridiculous she looked in her coat, but vaguely thankful for whatever cover it might have given her.
They crept around to the opposite side of the village where early morning farmers were getting up to start their day, tucked themselves between a cart and a crate of tools and waited. And waited. Sarah was starting to fall asleep when the city guard trotted by their hide out. Caldion nudged her.
The two glanced at one another- a count of three. Two. One.
Sarah jumped from her hiding spot only to catch the heel of her boot on the toecap of her other and tumble, face first, into the dirt. The guard wheeled on her and Caldion was beside her in a moment. He held up an arm in defense, shouting. "We saw the killer! The woman you're after!"
The two men looked at one another as Sarah recovered herself. Then it all went pear shaped when the one recognized her. In an instant they had their weapons out and Sarah reached for hers- too slow. Way too slow.
"Hold on!" Caldion got between them, hands out. "We've got a common enemy here and-"
"Get the hell down, boy or you'll regret it when Sir Drass hears about this. She's a wanted criminal and-"
"You're belaboring the issue, my good man! We've a common threat we all face here-" Sarah recoiled when the guard grabbed Caldion's arm. He started to close in and knee the paladin in the groin but Caldion was no fool, he saw the move coming and countered with both hands, throwing the mail clad man to the ground. The other guard started to respond to the 'threat' but Sarah was on him in a second, pistol leveled at his face.
It was only powder, but he didn't need to know that. Still, she kept her finger off the trigger.
"Kindly lay down your arms, yes? We've bigger issues and I suspect your good knight will want to know about this, too. . . .we've a human trafficking ring going on in the village! One that, if memory serves is quite illegal! Yes?" Sarah glanced at the other man as Caldion backed up. "Fetch your lord, I'm not leaving. We'll be at the mayor's house."
The guard blinked.
"Quickly, now!" Sarah made a show of sliding her finger in the trigger guard, pressing it firmly against the front of it. From the front it would look far more menacing than it really was. "Before I lose my patience. "*Or my head,*" she added mentally.
The guard looked at his companion, at Caldion then at Sarah. He flexed his grip on his blade, but at Sarah's waggle of her pistol he relented and turned. "Y'be there or we'll find you, elf."
"Don't be so droll." Sarah muttered as she watched them leave. A shaky breath parted her lips and her shoulders slumped when they rounded the building and disappeared from sight. When she looked at Caldion he glanced away from watching her.
"Good job. . ."
"Do I detect a hint of respect? Egads, an angel has received their wings."
"Don't get carried away now," he scoffed as they trotted back towards the mayor's house. "You know, for an elf, you're not very nimble."
"It was a ploy to offer you as much time as you needed to make your move!"
"Obviously," the young man shot back. "So that dirt on your knees is just for my sake."
"I suspect many women have dirtied their knees for your benefit, you should be used to it."
He gave her an odd look. Then something clicked and he blushed faintly. "Not so much, no."
"Ah, another great tragedy who's resolution is nowhere in sight. How disheartening, that a fine young man would not know the kiss of-"
"Sarah," Caldion slowed his jog to match her pace. "Stop."
"Why, whatever do you mean?"
"You know exactly what I mean. . ."
Sarah gave him a smirk, "I'm not one to pry, dear, but I suspect you've had more than your fair share of-"
"No."
"Hmph! Maybe we can fix that when-"
"No thanks. You're not my type-"
"You assume I was going to throw myself at your feet? Psheh! What kind of woman do you take me for, dear boy?" As they approached the front of the house Cosnu emerged to greet them. Caldion seemed to relax, taking the opportunity to avoid answering her question.
"Is everyone in place?" Caldion prompted.
"Yeah. . ." The older man drew a shaky breath. "Yeah, we've got it."
Sarah pulled the shawl from her head and dusted herself down quickly before she readjusted her coat to look as flattering as it could. The tingle of the slave trading magic user's particular essence was weaker now, but there was no doubt that he had some inkling that she planned to betray them. Even an idiot could see that.
But then, the very idea of 'betrayal' had always been a liquid concept to Sarah. These people were to be respected only so far as their ability to kill or steal another person's freedom was concerned. Unfortunately that sort of respect could go a long way if leveraged correctly. . .
Something the three of them were keenly aware of, judging by the glances they shared. But then, there were ways to shift the fulcrum too. Sarah straightened out her coat with a confident grin she didn't believe for a second. "Now, then!"
"You there!" A man called from their side. Sarah wheeled on him with a growing sense of dread, staring up at a man in full plate armor flanked by a pair of guards in city colors and chainmail. "The elf blood! You're under arrest, by decree of his Majesty's civil guard-"
Cosnu didn't hesitate, though there was a touch of fear in the way he stepped up beside Sarah. "The ambassador is assisting in a diplomatic matter regarding slave traders at the moment. . ."
"Ambassador?" Caldion and the knight started at the same time. Sarah was already unfurling her diplomatic papers as Cosnu's men- dressed as farmers and caravan workers started filling in the space between some of the houses.
This, in turn, brought curious onlookers from the village out to see what was going on. Sarah was sure the human traffickers were among them, but there wasn't anything that could be done about it. All she could do was hope the swelling crowd would buy her enough time to draw out the real target.
Sarah licked her lips, eying the armored knight as he approached. "That's right, good man. I came here seeking out a group of traffickers in flesh and lo, I should stumble upon a plight rocking the very fabric of your social structure!"
The man wasn't impressed. She made her pistol visible, holding his gaze- he had the good sense to stop at least. "You've been impersonating a noble, girl, what makes you think-"
"Let's pretend for a moment I *was* pretending," Sarah drew herself up to full height. "The exact nature of such a duplicity allows one to enter strata beyond the ken of mere civilians, and fortuitously the access that comes with it allows a considerable amount of flexibility!" The knight took another step. Sarah backpedaled. "To point, my good knight, the murder of five of the city's elite socialites has surely not gone missed!
"No, I should think not! But were I to tell you that through particularly delicate maneuvering, I've narrowed her down to this very village?!" She cast a quick glance towards Caldion. "Ask the dear paladin here, why don't you?"
"She's not lying about that much, at least." He shrugged one shoulder. "I can't speak to the rest of it, but the fact that she's willing to put herself in danger to draw this assassin out- along with the slavers." He glanced towards the crowd surreptitiously. "She's-"
"Enough!" The knight bellowed.
A tingling.
Something empty. Hollow. A void in the fabric of reality. It prickled her extra senses like a biting absence of anything natural. It was the assassin.
Sarah swallowed. It was show time.
\#
Sarah looked towards Cosnu, plumped out her cheek with her tongue. The agreed upon signal that made her look nervous to onlookers but conveyed meaning between the two of them. He tensed. She urged him on silently. *"Now would be good, old man."*
Any moment now. . .
He faltered. Paused. Then raised his hand as if trying to shade his eyes. His men didn't hesitate; a pair of them strode up shouting in that incoherent dirt language of the eastern peasantry about scared daughters. "Oi! Ya fuck'n pricks almost raped my daughter!"
The knight regarded them obliquely but never let Sarah out of his sight. Soon enough there were more people approaching with similar stories. Some threw rocks. A few threw bottles.
To his credit, the knight didn't flinch at all. "Arrest the elf."
His men moved in. Cosnu stepped in front of them. "Now hold on, it seems like we got a problem here-"
Shouting followed, so loud that the voices became a steady thrum of confusion and anger as more people joined in decrying their city-state guardians. Cosnu's men were well trained insofar that they came from the same dark places he did and knew when to push. It was part of why he and Sarah got along so well.
She wasn't about to waste such an opportunity, she nudged Caldion to follow her. The peripheral sense of where her would-be assassin gave her a rough direction, but Sarah took the extra step of keeping the crowd between herself and the knight as best she could. A little caution never hurt.
Cosnu's more obvious village security made an appearance shortly thereafter, just as the knight was shouting to find her. They drowned out his demand with bungling attempts to separate the 'farmers' from the armored men. All in all, it was going quite well.
Just a few more feet and they could make for the inn, collect Keiter and Tessarie and. . .
Then walk right into the man who's mental probing she could only now recognize for what it was. The slaver went to grab her collar and she batted him away, aiming her pistol in his face. She brandished her diplomatic paperwork like a shield. "I brought you your assassin, she's following me- now be so kind as to get out of my way, I have business to tend to!"
"That's not how this works, girl."
"Oh, but it is! You see, if you don't move right now-" Someone shouted a warning. Instinctively, Sarah dived for cover. Caldion shoved the man to the side and before she even knew what was happening he hefted her up by her collar and shoved her forward into Tess's arms as fighting erupted around them.
It seemed as though more soldiers had come to see what the kerfuffle was about and the village's militia- and likely some of the traffickers as well- were angling for their own prey in the crowd. Blades were drawn, shouts and curses were traded and before Sarah could gather her wits they were surrounded by fighting men beating on one another or wrestling around in the dirt.
She had just enough time to take stock of the village square brawl before the man with the magic was near her again. She hid behind her pistol, shoving her companions back in the vague direction of the carriage. They scuttled back. Someone would close in on them and they'd turn, the press of human body odor and dirt was suffocating but it was nothing compared to the hands grabbing for her.
People launched to grab her. Swords clattered dangerously close to her supple flesh and she was jostled this way and that by the ebb and flow of the law men trying to get what they wanted. Sarah was pulled at several angles at once. Grabbing hands. Angry shouts.
This was it. She was going to die here.
Between the soldiers a flicker of a shadow moved. It appeared. Vanished. It popped up next to her between a pair of men arguing over what to do with her. A faceless humanoid mask as black as coal punctuating the sweaty men with only the promise of oblivion. Sarah brandished her pistol, shouted something indistinct to warn her companions and surged back almost to a sprint.
There was nowhere to go. They couldn't move more than a few paces any one way. Every turn brought her glimpses of the wraith shadow moving about the throng of fighters. Sarah wheeled around. Leveled her gun. Again. Again.
The woman was everywhere.
Hands grabbed her wrist and she jerked her arm, accidentally catching the trigger in the process. The hammer fell with a *clack.* A second later the flint struck the frizzen sparking to life. The gun roared to life with a gout of flame from the slow burning powder. The soldiers and militia scattered for cover giving the woman in black a wide opening to go for her prey.
Sarah caught sight of her just in time to see her bound between a pair of soldiers running right for Sarah. Her knives flashed with that particular kiss of ancient magic permanently enchanted into the steel. They were works of art as were the hands coiled around the polished grips.
In an instant the assassin, the Ace of Diamonds, was feet away from her with her blades coming up to end Sarah's life and in the next, the half-elven cleric was being shoved out of the way with enough force to wrench her neck painfully. She pivoted to see Caldion taking up the spot she'd occupied only a moment before. He was in his element- he moved with such grace and purpose that a machine could scarcely have matched.
Caldion grabbed the woman's wrist to deflect her angle of attack and smashed his elbow into her masked face. The jarring crunch of bone on bone should've sent her reeling, but she kicked him in the thigh and used that to push off into a backflip that sent her tumbling back into the circle of men like a shadow.
Keiter and Tess helped her up as best they could allowing Sarah time to reload, once more omitting the ball in favor of extra cloth and together they made a concerted effort to push their way out of the growing melee. Cosnu's men had done what they needed to do, now she only needed to do what she was meant to do. . . Escape.
As if to challenge her convictions, the Diamonds girl appeared a few feet away. Sarah aimed directly at her and shouted. "I'd rather we be civil about this! Whatever you're being paid, I can double it!"
"That's not the point, Sarah," She responded cooly. She turned one of her blades over into a throwing stance. Sarah backed up like a true coward and racked the hammer back. "There is no hole deep enough you can hide in."
"I'll take my chances, dear!" Sarah shoved on Caldion's back to get him moving. One of the city's soldiers emerged from the brawl and dived at the girl from the side. She was so fixated on Sarah she missed the moment and in a split second the soldier had his hands around her throat. Sarah winced as Caldion grabbed her sleeve and yanked her into a run.
An opening presented itself and the four of them ran for it, plunging between a man in leathers and one of Cosnu's men. They took a wide arc around the fighting, ducking away whenever the assassin would appear and keeping just far enough ahead of her to say they were giving her a perfect shot at their backs.
Keiter turned on her once and threw his hands out at a wide angle and tendrils of white and blue energy burst from the ground outstretched and grabbing for the assassin's feet. She tucked into a ball and landed easily free of the restraining power tentacles. Those that did manage to touch her didn't find purchase and she continued on undaunted.
Sarah covered his retreat with another vague threat that went unheeded. Tess followed it up with a surge of energy that prickled Sarah's senses- she directed it at the pursuer but it only fizzled and died between them, absorbed into whatever unholy armor she was wearing. The very nature of it bent reality and seemed to invite magic to lose itself in it.
It seemed she'd come well prepared.
"Shit!" Keiter hissed out in a chuff as they finally managed to round the bulk of the fight- their carriage was in sight, but what could would it do when they'd still have to fight off the woman to hope to get out?
But wasn't that just it? This woman didn't play games of chance with her quarry, she lead them into traps and compromising situations. Gods only knew what she'd done to the carriage while they'd been away from it.
Thinking quickly, Sarah grabbed the nearest militiaman and soldier. "Gentlemen! Your enemy is behind us! Look!" The men did. They reacted about like one would expect; they gave chase, calling for re-enforcements.
Unfortunately for Sarah, they started chasing after her.
So began a brief but intense chase with Caldion and Tess leading Sarah and Keiter followed by a pair of soldiers and a couple of Consnu's militia and finally the assassin.
Sarah was heaving and panting, already her lungs were burning through her mouth and the air inside her wasn't doing any good any more. She'd never be able to keep this up. "Okay, okay- I surrender!" She panted and wheezed. "Just- just let-" she huffed. "Them go!" A split second later she threw up her hand. "Look out! Behind you!"
The militia didn't stand a chance. They went down even as Sarah aimed at the black clad threat. She was using the soldiers as a body shield, no doubt, but surely trained men of the military would stand a chance. Surely she had *some* time to escape.
As she stood there panting she watched in horror as the assassin threw a blade at the one soldier to distract him, he pivoted and she closed in and slit his throat before he realized the danger. She darted for the other soldier as Caldion pushed forward, scooping up the fallen man's blade and joining the soldier for what would surely be a last stand.
White loops of magic coiled around the killer's body only to shatter off her like ice hurled at a brick wall. The woman back flipped gracefully and for just a split second Sarah was about to run and leave the paladin and soldier to take their chances.
Then she saw the militiamen and soldiers running for the assassin. They'd banded together and now realized the real danger. Help was on the way. She was saved!
Sarah allowed herself a shaky smile. "Young lady, the gods give all of us a talent! Sometimes it's best we exercise them to continue our existence!" She punctuated her warning by pointing over the girl's shoulder.
Apparently she wasn't interested. She closed in on them. Somewhere along the line she'd picked up a larger blade which she wielded with evident skill. She tossed her own dagger up to grab the mens' attention, giving them multiple threats to worry about.
Neither of them fell for it, though. They surged forward at oblique angles to take her down and for just a moment Sarah felt pity for the girl- for the loss of yet another life. But it passed.
It passed as it had to.
She didn't want this for anyone. . .
Movement caught Sarah's attention from beyond the fighting men. Beyond the woman. Beyond the approaching throng of soldiers and militiamen.
An ugly pale grey horse with a rider backlit by the rising sun raced towards them at full gallop with white smoke trailing and a cursed cry of 'Not her life!' sworn by a young- decidedly female- voice. There was something else, too. Something twirling in the rider's hand.
The assassin launched herself off, tossing the larger blade to the side. Bold faced, straight for the fore like she had a death wish. One step- two steps. Sarah started to turn- to run.
Her would be killer slammed into the dirt with her shoulder, tumbling smoothly forward. The soldier moved to intercept but the rider and horse took up the distance and crunched forward until they were nose to snout-
Felicia.
It was Felicia.
Sarah balked openly at the girl as she put herself and her horse between the men and the downed killer.
"The fuck are you doing?!" The soldier demanded as Felicia adjusted this way and that to keep the horse between them.
"Get up!" She shouted at the assassin. She shot Sarah a brief look, Caldion and the soldier in turn. She wasn't about to justify herself; the girl was set. "You're not killing her!"
Soldier and assassin alike tried to close in on her and she jerked her horse to the side bowling the killer off her feet and the soldier to the side with the horse's bulk; the girl even reached for the assassin. "Come on!"
This was a farce. Sarah raised her voice, "Felicia, dear! Not that it's not pleasant to see you-"
"Go! Run!"
"Good enough!" Sarah pulled Keiter into her arms, the mob was already pressing in on them. They didn't have far to go, but they had precious little time to effect an escape-
With the little distraction Felicia was giving them, it might've been enough. Sarah bolted for the carriage. "Come along, children!"
She packed Tess and Keiter into the carriage as quickly as she could and climbed aboard-
Wait.
Sarah checked the wheels to make sure they were sound, the leafsprings in check, and the axles. Caldion spared no such caution as he climbed aboard and took up the reigns.
In moments he oriented the carriage to the northbound road that would take them to Pastow. Sarah climbed aboard and they rode out of Laleah much as they had come in; tired, hungry and no closer to safety from the blade at their backs.
She looked out the window to see a couple of the lanky man's employees looking after her. Patient. Stoic. Sarah showed them the most rude gesture she could think of. |
Title: A Almost Perfect Awakening Ch. 31
Tags: beth kissing, lynn jim, harder lynn, head lynn, sister feel, lynn beth, lynn hand, beth lynn, lynn body, hand lynn
***FOREWORD**
SPECIAL NOTE TO INCEST FANS: This saga is loaded with incest from start to finish.
A thousand thanks to Julie for her silent contributions.
Literotica.com issued a challenge to its volunteer writer's to create stories for as many categories as possible. The following chapter is part of a single novel length story relating a journey of awakenings, discovery and growth involving a small group of people. For your entertainment, and mine, I'll be submitting chapters into at least 17 different story categories. I don't believe anything like this has been tried here before.
New chapter(s) will be submitted almost daily. By clicking on a blue Wm\_Sexspear, you'll be taken to my Profile; at the bottom of the page you'll find a list of all the currently available chapters. THIS SHOULD MAKE IT EASY TO READ THEM ALL, IN SEQUENCE, WHICH IS HEARTILY SUGGESTED so the reader can follow the story line, character development, and catch the inside jokes.
I can promise those readers who are familiar with my work that you'll find a ton of erotic reading that should appeal a wide variety of tastes, even though I intentionally attempted to have at least one turn on for almost anyone. This saga features mostly caring, even romantic sex, but occasionally it flirts mildly with a "fetish" so a given chapter will genuinely qualify for that category.
Many of these chapters could go into many different categories. For example, in Chapter 1 there's a small amount of male-male sex because a number of ladies have said it turns them on to picture two guys, just like the idea of girl-girl sex is arousing to many males. Yet Chapter 1's purpose is to supply important background regarding the heterosexual development of 2 young men, so I'd hope a totally hetero or gay reader could to relate to and enjoy this chapter.
Chapters 2\~4 features voyeurism by 2 inexperienced young males and exhibitionism by a female, but also includes experimental lesbianism between lonely sisters. So, don't judge my book by its multitude of covers. If you enjoy sex, there should be something [actually a lot of somethings] in it for everyone. ;-)
Final example, Chapter 50 will be under Mind Control. Unlike many entries in this category, it fits in there because circumstances allow a female to have her every sexual whim acted out by 4 other people.
Fan mail, well-intentioned questions, and constructive criticism are welcome; I do my best to respond when an e-mail address is supplied. Hate mail is deleted without being read - life is too short.
Thank you. W\_S
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**Chapter 31: Sisters Give A Show, The Boys Get Supporting Rolls**
Beth and Jim liked the picnic idea. With their folks having planned to be away all weekend, there was lots of this and that in the fridge we could choose from. Jim dragged their old cooler up from the basement. Beth dug out a pile of old blankets and a couple ratty pillows from the Rumpus Room.
Having tossed in a chunk of ice, bottles of soda pop, food, plus a couple of quart jars filled with lemonade in the cooler, we piled into the ancient farm use only Ford pick up truck for the short ride back to the knoll. Beth drove, Jim and I rode in the back; the rutted dirt road hadn't been scraped for while so riding in the back could get a bit rough.
This Sunday was a 'top ten' late Spring day. Warm, but not humid. A perfect day to lay in the shade and let the world go by. The blankets were spread out under an ancient elm tree, which crowned the small hillock. Some to carpet a large area, others to make a big cushion for us to lie on, a couple more remained folded for pillows. That done, we lay down to enjoy the view and the day. Immediately we all ended up napping, apparently Lynn and Jim hadn't exactly spent all night sleeping either.
Guess I was out an hour or more. When I awoke, Beth and Lynn were sipping from a jar of lemonade. Jim was still out, judging by his sonorous breathing. When Beth spied me watching them, she made a 'shhh' sign, then wiggled a finger for me to come-hither.
Grabbing a bottle of Squirt first, I sat between the girls. Beth flashed one of her evil grins, but before I could wonder much about what she was thinking, she hit me squarely between the eyes with "Larry, speak the truth or suffer the consequences... Would you like to have sex with Carly?"
My chin flapped in the breeze as I looked from Beth to Lynn and back. They were clearly enjoying my discomfort. I'm not sure how long it takes to die a thousand deaths, but at the end of that period I answered with a very hushed "Yes."
"Good boy! Next question. Lynn and I think Carly is super adorable, we've always really liked her. OK. Again, answer honestly, would you mind if Lynn and I seduce her?"
My eyes darted from face to face; they were serious!! Was that a solar eclipse or was I merely ready to faint? Ever see the stunt featuring a room filled with primed mousetraps; each trap has a ping pong ball on it, then someone tosses a single ball into the middle of it all. That's what my head felt like.
As the last balls came to rest I said, "Fine with me." If I appeared outwardly calm, inside me was a maelstrom.
Lynn took my hand. "Larry, Beth confided about last night. I understand when Carly's name came up, so did you. Please don't be angry, or embarrassed. We understand completely. When we first talked about having Jimmy putting his penis inside us, we got so horny we ended up getting each other off. It surprised us, we didn't realize how we'd secretly felt about having sex with our brother.
Trust us, Beth and I will never tell another soul. But after discussing it, we'd like to have Carly join our little group."
Beth took my chin and gave me a long tender kiss. "Sugar, Lynn and I need to work out a few details, but we think we could convince her to offer you her cherry."
Lynn added, "In fact, I think she'll seduce you. Would you like that?" Lynn caught sight of the movement in my pants; her hand pounced on the snake in my pocket. "I'll take that as a yes!" she giggled.
"If this works out, you two can have fun when we can't get together." added Lynn softly. "Plus, I'd actually feel better if Jimmy wasn't only having sex with one of his sisters. He needs to marry some nice girl someday."
"Sugar, just so you know, we both like you boys a WHOLE lot. But I've discovered I enjoy feeling up another girl once in a while. We'd really enjoy introducing Carly to sex, then turning her loose on your fine body. But I want to be the first to eat her, Lynn lost the toss, she goes second."
Lynn decided to have a little fun at my expense. "Have you seen Carly naked lately?" she asked.
"Not in years." I said, the disappointment in my voice was obvious.
My younger sister was super cute, but also super shy. Our parents acted super prudish so nothing about sex was ever mentioned, discussed or allowed in our house. Naturally, when you're raised on a farm, you see boy animals get long and hard, then try to put their critter dicks into girl animals. Farm kids learn that sex exists, even get a vague idea of the mechanics. You know that in some way your sister doesn't look like you do.
I'd last seen Carly naked when she was about nine. I'd walked into the bathroom without knocking because I really, really had to pee. Carly was just getting out of the tub. Today I remembered more about the hell I caught for my intrusion than what she looked like.
These days Carly was extremely "country girl" cute; she'd developed a great figure, but I hadn't gotten to see much of her body in years. Traditionally, Mom steered her into clothes that hid her figure and kept her covered as much as possible.
"Well..." Lynn leered. "We've seen her in the shower on a regular basis after softball. She has long, pointy breasts that look like sugar cones made out of jello. They're white as snow compared to her tanned arms, but her fat nipples are dark, dark red. Her boobies bounce oh so nice when she walks across a room.
A groan from me at that point only encouraged Lynn to torture me further.
The hair on her pussy is jet black; little, tiny, curly hairs so you can see her pretty pussy really well. Her vulva always looks like she's excited, puffy and pink in the middle. Her butt is a work of art, sticks way out, but not an ounce of fat anywhere on her body. Yummmmmm!"
"You two are certifiable sex fiends! Do you realize that? And I am so grateful I might add."
The girls fell on top of me; we had a nice group grope and giggle session. Surprisingly, it didn't wake up Jim. When our wrestling eventually died down, we moved back to where we'd been lying down. No longer sleepy, I propped myself up on an elbow.
"Lynn, Beth" They looked at me, waiting. "If you two would enjoy making love... I'd... I'd really like to watch, maybe learn some things even.
Lynn stared into my eyes. She smiled a Mona Lisa smile; soft, feminine, mysterious. For the umpteenth time I wished I could read her mind. Her sultry expression made me feel fabulous, but I had no idea what she was thinking.
Leaning towards Lynn, Beth brushed her hair back, then kissed up and down Lynn's neck. Beth ran her hand over Lynn's tush, on up her side, just brushing the edge of her breast. Sounding huskier, Beth said, "What do you say Sis, I've been aching to eat you ever since Larry mentioned Carly this morning."
Lynn groped for Beth's hand, moved it onto her breast, but continued her soul piercing eye contact and enigmatic smile. I felt her smile reaching deep within me. If I'd gotten my wish and could have read her mind, I would've been the happiest man on earth. It would've also scared the daylights out of me.
Lynn reached behind my neck, gently pulling my lips to hers. Her kiss was like a butterfly alighting upon a flower, a light, delicate contact. Her closed lips fluttered against mine all too briefly, then were gone. Her hand released me.
Gradually I moved back to where I'd been. Opening her eyes, Lynn continued gazing into my eyes as she moved Beth's hand to her waistband.
Taking her cue, Beth unbuttoned Lynn's jeans, then lowered the zipper. The sight of Lynn's light blue pansy-covered panties exposed between the two flaps hit me like a hammer. Lynn's hand moved behind her, searching until she located Beth's pussy. Lifting her left leg, Beth allowed Lynn free access to her pleasure center. Lynn firmly caressed Beth several times before reaching higher to unfasten Beth's jeans then teasingly lower the zipper for my enjoyment.
Beth unbuttoned Lynn's blouse. Every couple buttons she'd pause to fondle Lynn's chest, either through her blouse or inside it. After exposing much of Lynn's left shoulder, Beth's kissing shifted to her collarbone. Lynn's hand slid into Beth's panties, I heard an inrush of air when Lynn's fingers reached Beth's moistening genitals. After a minute Lynn removed her hand from Beth's pants.
Lynn lifted up long enough for Beth to take her blouse completely off before returning to her original position; on her side facing me, eyes still fixed on mine. Beth slid a hand behind Lynn to feel up her buns, then back around to massage her sister's pussy though her panties. The stimulation of her pussy made Lynn flinch; her eyes closed half way, but still she watched my eyes, drowning me in her sexuality.
Lynn's hand moved to her own left breast, she lowered the cup, exposing the soft white mound within. Again her hand went behind my neck; it guided me to a position where I could comfortably suckle her teat. Using my one free hand, I fondled and sucked on this gift of nature. Her fingers ran thru my hair many times before leaning towards me.
Kissing the top of my head, Lynn whispered, "I'm going to be busy for a while trying to give Beth the best orgasm she's ever had. Take your clothes off, but don't masturbate if you can manage. I have something special for us to do together." A light touch told me to release her swollen nipple. Reluctantly I complied.
Lynn rolled directly into Beth's arms, I saw their lips part, their tongues begin a fierce duel. They hugged each other tightly. Hands began to roam. Breasts were fondled. Beth's blouse was gradually undone, then removed. Shortly, bared breasts were mashed into each other; a hand was at work inside each sister's panties. Breathing became heavy, louder.
Their remaining clothing became too restrictive. Still kissing, they worked each other's jeans slowly downwards. Frustration overcame passion; their kissing stopped so they could finally rid each other of their remaining garments.
While the girls were stripping, Jim woke up. Immediately I caught his eye and made a 'shhhh' sign via a finger to my lips. Standing, I slowly disrobed, then sat down again on the blankets to set the example. By now my penis poked out from my lap like a young dog begging for attention, so I folded my arms across my chest to lessen the temptation to start petting the puppy.
Lynn and Beth were as deep into each other as two people could be. Any part of either body that could be touched was petted, massaged, licked, or kneaded. With two girls making love, I didn't know what constituted foreplay or what was just 'doing it', so just I watched intently, trying not to think too much.
It was obvious they were getting each other excited out of their minds. Taking liberal mental notes of the things they did, I looked forward to trying out a few things first chance I got.
Lynn rolled onto her back. Beth swung around so her distended nipples hung over Lynn's mouth; Lynn's areolas taunted Beth's eyes and mouth from below. They spent minutes kissing and nibbling each breast in its entirety. Eventually they concentrated on sucking nipples. Seeing Beth's amazing nipples hanging beneath her, then Lynn sucking them, excited me to the point of almost having to spank the monkey. It was only thinking that I might miss something wonderful with Lynn that gave me the strength to refrain.
Beth crept slowly ahead; her kissing worked down to Lynn's midsection, leaving four wet, aroused nipples for four aroused male eyes to feast upon. As Beth slowly approached Lynn's navel, naturally her own became available to Lynn's active mouth. Beth's kissing missed few sensitive areas of her sister's body, but she was steadily gaining upon both of her real goals.
First, she wanted to taste her sister, to feel the unique textures within Lynn's pussy. She wanted her nostrils filled with the pungent aroma Lynn emitted when excited. To see the anatomy that so resembled her own. To hear the ensuing moans when Beth applied her tongue to Lynn's most sensitive areas.
Second, her body wanted to get as good as it gave. Unconsciously her system was flooding with hormones, anticipating the ecstasy of Lynn's mouth soon being busy between her legs. Her flesh remembered the exquisite sensations Lynn's tongue had given it, it knew their union would produce the glorious orgasm her body craved.
So Beth continued advancing towards her sister's most erogenous zones, knowing as she did that her own would soon be assailed.
Lynn's arms went around Beth's hips, she pulled herself up and onto her younger sister. Lynn dove into Beth just ahead of Beth pushing her face into Lynn. I shifted my vantage point so my eyes could dart from one oral frenzy to the other. They seemed equally avid in their laving of each other; I sensed an intensity that I hadn't seen their first time, when I'd peeked through the bathroom wall. This time I suspected they were out-of-their-minds horny, were a little more experienced, and now racing towards release.
Jim and I were thoroughly aroused. Our cocks were bouncing; clear seminal fluid emerged from our slits. The sight of Lynn and Beth so obviously lost in a mutual lust had me tremendously excited. The sounds from their love making pushed me to the brink of an orgasm. No matter where I looked, I saw something wondrously exciting. It was becoming nearly impossible to just sit there, yet I couldn't look away from the erotic girl on girl action before me.
The girls must've been getting very close; it looked like they were sucking each other's clits into their mouths. Hips were rolling, moaning filled the air. Suddenly the moans became near shrieks.
Beth had been holding herself a couple inches above Lynn's body. She dropped onto Lynn, their tongues began whipping a clit, or drilling into a vagina. Every noise they made became muffled because their faces were pressed so tightly into moist flesh. They rolled onto their sides. Each sister's hips were humping against the mouth devouring her pussy; their bodies writhed in response to the orgasms they shared. Faces, thighs, butt cheeks, pussies; all were wet and shiny.
The intensity level declined after a minute, but not a great deal. It seemed to me there were starting up again. Their mouths moved back to the top of their slits, back to licking and sucking their clits.
Lynn pulled her face away from her meal just long enough to flash her lust-filled eyes my way, then say, "Fuck us now!"
That said, Lynn shifted her legs so her body took on an "L" shape, Beth still was eating her clit, but her head lay on Lynn's thigh.
I made one side of a letter "H" shape as I positioned myself behind Lynn's beautiful ass. Carefully, I guided my penis just under Beth's nose, straight into Lynn; her body was so very ready for my penetration, she was hot, wet, and pulsating. As I worked myself deeper and deeper into Lynn, she groaned into Beth's pussy.
Again, I propped up on an elbow so could observe everyone's activity. As I began pumping my penis in and out of Lynn, Jim followed our example. Guiding Beth's legs into the position of Lynn's, soon Jim was stroking into Beth's sweat covered body, completing our heavenly "H".
For sure I wasn't going to last very long, I was too excited from watching the girls. Any chance that I might have had to regain my composure was shattered when I felt Beth's tongue licking my penis as her tongue ran all around Lynn's clit. As if that wasn't enough, peering over the back of her head, I could see Lynn's tongue thrashing within Beth's slit. Occasionally Lynn moved her mouth onto Jim's penis, then I'd see Jim's shaft getting licked as it drove in and out of Beth.
Lynn was ready to come again. Her undulating hips announced she was about to come again. Her groans declared she was about to come again. A vise-like grip by her vagina said she was about to come again. My body was rapidly turning to jello; I laid down flat so I could thrust harder into Lynn. She came again; I came, flooding her insides as she did.
It was a sweet release. It felt sensational to be gushing into Lynn while my pelvis repeatedly drove against her divine ass. I stared at my shaft; seeing it through the crevasse formed by Lynn's oval butt cheeks inspired me to slam still harder into Lynn, making her cheeks flex all the more. Each time I saw her buns clutch and relax, my body was inspired into another pumping spasm.
My hard thrusts soon devolved into a lackluster pumping. Lynn had slowed for a time, but she was shooting for big 'O' number three. Her pussy rode my still firm shaft; she was also grinding into Beth's still active tongue. Each girl had only to open her eyes to watch a penis screwing the pussy she was eating, or shift her chin to taste the combined male and female juices seeping from within her sister. The sounds and scents were unavoidable; the girls were bathed in both.
Both girls were unselfish lovers; their devotion to bringing pleasure to their lover continually returned great dividends. Like now. Sensing another chance to get her sister off again, literally diving into the opportunity soon had both sisters well on their way to a third climax.
It didn't take long. Having come twice had relieved them of the initial mind numbing intensity of 'needing' to come, now it was more being able to enjoy their coupling and wanting to come for the simple enjoyment of great sex.
Lynn was able to reflect upon the symmetry of their lovemaking. See a hard penis inside Beth, feel a hard penis in my body. Suck her swollen clitoris into my mouth, feel my clitoris sucked into Beth's mouth. See sperm ooze from inside my sister, feel sperm flow from my contracting pussy. Hear Beth moan as she starts to come again, feel a groan escape from deep within myself.
"I'm coming Beth! Oh God, eat me. EAT ME!"
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Tags: Breast Inflation, Female Inflation
Text: The glass hit the bar with a muffled thunk and a bit of foam slid down the side as Nadia placed the pint of bitter in front of the patron. He didn't even look up at her as she placed it, instead, he just kept his head down as he drew the glass closer to himself. Long greasy locks of hair hung limply down in front of his face, obscuring it from view. He didn't look around much while he drank his beer, choosing to study his rapidly diminishing beverage and listen to the angry thumping music that came from the bar's stage.
Nobody paid him any mind as this bar was frequented by the usual batch of misfits, trench coat wearing nerds, vampire wannabes, and anyone else who never felt the need to visit a club or sports bar. When he was finished with his beer, he looked up for Nadia. She was at the other end of the bar where he could see her black leather skirt, ripped and faded Slipknot shirt, and beat up fishnet stockings. After they made eye contact, she thudded over in her scuffed combat boots. He pulled his wallet out of his trench coat pocket and put a twenty on the bar.
"I'll have another, and have something for yourself," he said with a nervous smile. She took his glass and put a fresh one under the tap. After pulling the handle, the amber liquid pooled into the glass and she pulled out a bottle of tequila. Before the beer glass was full, she had already poured herself a shot and pulled out the beer bottle that she appeared to be nursing all evening. She set the pint glass in front of him, lifted the shot glass with the usual toast of the bar, and tossed it back. Almost immediately, she put the beer bottle to her lips and appeared to take a chaser swig.
As she went to take the 20 from the counter, he looked up at her, taking in her dyed black hair and black lipstick. For a second, the two of them looked at each other before she looked away. "It wasn't very nice of you to spit out that shot. You should learn to be a better hostess." He promptly got up to head to the door, shoving past the other patrons before exiting. His beer left untouched.
She cleared it away and began wiping down the counter. As she fell into her quick, circular motions, she was surprised to feel her chest moving in a similar motion. She immediately stood up. Normally she didn't have to confine her pale white breasts as there wasn't enough there to cause discomfort. Besides, she usually got better tips when she went without a bra. She scanned the patrons and nobody was looking at her, the usual patrons were watching the act on the stage or trying to score with whatever sweet thing wandered in to the bar alone.
She felt suddenly full and turned away from the patrons as she let loose with a little burp. It tasted faintly of the bitter that the greasy trench coater had been drinking. She began arranging the bottles of liqour and was surprised when she went to reach across to move a bottle, her arm bumped up against her boob. Nadia looked down and then snuck a peek down her shirt to confirm what she saw. Her chest was indeed bigger. Not only that, but they felt cold through the fabric of her shirt.
There was another beer belch and she felt a bit of liquid sloshing behind her nipples. Nadia was the only bartender on for another half hour and decided to wait it out. The usual patrons were looking at her, definitely enjoying the view of her breasts straining against the t-shirt fabric. A young woman stopped mid sentence to follow her hopeful companion's gaze. She set her drink on the table and left after she figured out that he was just ogling the bartender.
Nadia's skin was beginning to feel tight and stretched as her breasts neared the size of cantaloupes. Everyone stared as her cold nipples poked out against the fabric and expanded out to be 1/4" in diameter. The guys began ordering more drinks and she tried to busy herself with the incoming orders, but as she was handing the first drink to the patron, she felt another belch welling up.
Nadia abandoned the bar as the seams of the t-shirt began popping and holes began growing under her armpits, revealing pale skin that hadn't seen the sun in years. After locking herself in the bathroom, she looked at herself in the mirror. That belch burst forth and she felt even more liquid slosh inside of her strained breasts. Her nipples stuck out an inch from her breasts even with the compression from her tight shirt. She touched one and felt cold liquid gush up against the fabric and then begin to spread down. There was a bit of foam that slid down the black cloth as well.
The greaseball's words about being a better hostess came back to her as she realized that beer was gushing out of her nipple. Nadia turned on the faucets and splashed some cold water on her face, trying to come to grips with what was happening. The holes under her armpits widened as her breasts began filling with more liquid. With a final rip, the garment was forever ruined and she stripped it off. Revealing her growing breasts that jutted out and nipples half the length of her pinky, but just as wide around. She cupped her breasts and felt the cold liquid inside before moving up to her nipples.
As soon as she began massaging them, they opened up and began pouring amber streams into the sink. The smell that came up was unmistakable and confirmed it: her breasts were filling with beer. The more liquid that poured out, the bigger her breasts got. When Nadia realized this, she pulled her hands away, stopping the stimulation, but not the twin streams. Instead, the pressure behind her nipples only increased and her skin felt tighter and colder. After a few moments, her breasts began to rest on the porcelin of the sink, which to her surprise felt warm against her cold breasts.
Nadia's shoulders and back began to ache and she moved back towards a stall, her breasts holding gallons of beer and still spraying the aromatic liquid across the floor. Twenty minutes later, Nadia's coworker showed up and unlocked the bathroom door. Inside, he found beer all over the floor of the bathroom and a ripped slipknot shirt on the sink. As he looked around, he found Nadia sitting on a toilet, two keg sized breasts resting in her lap. She looked up at him, her expression blank before saying "Can I get you a beer?"
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Title: Taming the Tamer by Vaahn
Tags: Bondage, Digimon, F/F, Harsh, Human, Renamon, Renomon, Rika, Spanking
Rika blinked, groaning softly as she regained consciousness. Her head hurt like crazy. She tried to remember what had happened to her... she remembered Renamon taking on the Agumon, and the duel hadn't gone well. Renamon had lost, and they'd ran off together, towards the caves where Renamon said it would be safe... and someone hit her on the head.
She tried to reach up to rub the sore bump on the back of her skull, only to find her arms were tied. She looked around, panicking a little. She'd been tied up, her arms pulled wide apart by ropes that bound her to the stalagmites. Her legs were tied together at the ankles, the binds wrapped around what she assumed was a third stalagmite. Her body was stretched across a pile of cushions, which at least made it comfortable for her to lie like this. However, it did nothing to quell the rising fear. "Renamon?" she whispered, looking around, "Renamon?" she repeated, a little louder, "Where are you? Help me, please!"
A figure emerged from the darkness, walking into the ring of torches that lit up the helpless Tamer. It was a Digimon, it looked like Renamon, but had emerald eyes, and dreadlocks that made it look a little like an echidna. He also had a slight bulge at his crotch Rika hadn't noticed on Renamon. She realised it was a sheath; this Digimon was male. "Like what you see?" he asked, noticing her gaze had fallen on his crotch. He walked forwards slowly, and Rika began to fight and struggle frantically, whimpering and calling for Renamon. The Digimon chuckled, "she'll be back soon..." he knelt down beside Rika, stroking her face gently with the back of his paw, "Shhh... quiet little one."
Rika didn't listen, however. She continued to struggle, "Let me go! Let me go! Please!" The male Renamon sighed, and walked over to the girl's squirming hips. He reached under her body, and slowly undid her pants and belt. As he slid them down, Rika's cries increased, and she began to sob gently as her jeans were pulled down to her knees, revealing her soft, white panties. With a sharp smack, the Digimon's paw smacked against Rika's rump. The thirteen year old cried out in pain, squirming helplessly as a second smack landed across her right buttock. A third struck her right over her pucker, the slap echoing throughout he cave. Two more spanks pocked against Rika's padded bottom, striking hard against the base of her rear. This was enough to bring the girl to tears, and she began to sob, pleading for the spanking to stop.
"Ah, Renomon, you've started without me?" Rika looked up at the voice, "Renamon!" she cried, her teary eyes catching sight of her Digimon. "Help me! Please! He's hurting me!" Renamon chuckled, "I'll bet you deserved it." Rika gave Renamon a horrified look, "w-what? What do you mean?" Renomon grinned at Renamon, brushing a paw through his dreadlocks, "you want to finish up her spanking, sister?"
Renamon nodded, "I'd be delighted." She walked beside Renomon, and reached down to remove Rika's panties. She took them down slowly, enjoying how Rika cried and begged her not to. Slowly, inch by inch, Rika's cute little rear was revealed for all to see, her pink skin given a rosy tint by her brief spanking. Whilst the panties were removed, Renomon walked back around to Rika's front, wiping the girl's face and shushing her into silence. "Be quiet, little one," he whispered, "or Renamon will spank you more." Rika nodded, terrified, trying to understand why Renamon would do this to her... but her questioning was cut short when Renamon's paw smacked down hard on the top of her left cheek. Renamon's spanks came in lightning quick, cracking against Rika's bare flesh with a loud *SMACK*. To Renamon, the girl's bawling was wonderful, and she loved the way her rear jiggled with every smack. She gave ten to Rika's left cheek, then repeated the process with her right cheek, delivering a flurry of harsh and merciless paw-spanks. By the time the last strike landed, Rika was completely submissive, not even trying to kick or squirm. She lay, bound and sobbing, letting Renomon stroke her head. "Hush," he whispered to her, "you're a good girl, taking you spanking like that..." Renamon was beside her brother in a moment, rubbing her prisoner's back, letting Rika calm down.
"I suppose you'll want to know why you're here," the female Digimon said once Rika's sobbing had subsided, "Rika, you were my Tamer, yet I could never Digivolve, I could never reach my full potential, even when you tried to help me... I thought at first it was my fault, but then I realised it was yours." She began to circle the bound girl, admiring her helpless form in the torch-light. "We were destined to be together, but not with you on top..." Rika was about to speak, but Renomon quickly put a finger to her lips. "Pets who talk without permission get spanked," he told her, though not unkindly. Renamon knelt down, and released the binds on Rika's legs. As she did so, Renomon untied her arms. "Alright, Rika," he explained, "You're being untied as an act of faith... take of your clothes and sit qui-hey!" Rika had no interest in obeying. Frightened of what the two Digimon had planned for her, she scrabbled to her feet and ran for it. She didn't even get past the candles before Renomon grabbed her, and forced her back to the pillows, stripping her forcefully and binding her once more.
Renamon sighed, standing over the helpless, crying girl. "Rika... you shouldn't have done that. She knelt beside her, stroking the helpless child's shoulders, "Now I'm going to have to spank you... and it will be a long and harsh punishment." She looked down at Rika's upturned face, smiling at the look of terror she saw. "You're not going to beg?" she gave a short chuckle, "good girl." The Digimon sat herself down in a good spanking position, sliding under Rika so the girl's rump was in her lap, and gives Rika no warning. Her paw swats down dead centre of the left cheek, leaving a cherry-red mark and causing Rika to sob. The second blow struck in exactly the same spot with a loud, meaty thwack. Renamon delivered a third, then a fourth, then a fifth, spanking again and again on the same spot, causing a large crimson bruise to form. For Rika, the pain was unbearable; a deep, searing burn that refused to go away, and became worse and worse with every spank. Even when Renamon stopped, after twenty unbearable spanks, the pain continued. Rika had little time to recover, however. Renamon quickly began spanking again, giving her right cheek the same treatment as the left had received. Rika kicked and bawled, fighting her binds and crying like a baby. Her shrieks and wails of pain filled the cave, echoing back and forth, joining with and amplifying the new cries which she made as each new spank landed on her tender rump. It seemed to last for hours, but at last Renamon ceased her punishment, letting the girl sob and catch her breath.
"Don't think it's over yet, Rika..." Renamon smiled and nodded to her brother, who handed her a paddle. Renamon wasted no time, applying the paddle with a series of rapid and powerful smacks. Rika's cries began once more, the child screaming as the hard wooden paddle slapped against her thighs, working around her buttocks to punish everywhere her previous spankings had missed. *smack smack smack smack smack!* The paddle circled her rear, leaving a burning series of deep red bruises in its wake. Ten... twenty... thirty... forty spanks were laid into her burning rump, all of them delivered fast and at full strength. Rika had lost the strength to cry. All she could do was gulp for air, trembling and whining like a newborn. Her throat hurt from so much crying, but somehow she'd stopped herself from begging, held on to the hope that she could escape this punishment...
A loud, heavy crack came from her rump, quickly accompanied by a wail of pain and fresh floods of tears. Rika hadn't noticed Renamon pause in her spankings, replacing the paddle with a larger, heavier one. This new implement was brought down hard in the centre of her rear, cracking like thunder. The Digimon raised the paddle again, bringing it down slightly to the left, then slightly to the right of the first hit. Each strike made a sound so loud that Rika thought the paddle had broken over her... it certainly felt like it had! Eight more heavy, powerful, *painful* paddle-strikes were delivered into her rear, by now one large, purple bruise. Rika looked up, and gave another wail of terror as she saw Renomon carrying another implement; a caning rod. "Nooo!" she sobbed, "please no! Not after that!" she cried, tears flooding from her face. The two Digimon looked at one another, and Renamon nodded to her brother. "Alright," she said, "we won't spank you anymore." "Providing you behave this time," Renomon finished, untying the defeated and submissive child. Rika made no effort to run this time, curling up on the pillows and crying. The sibling Digimon watched her, listening as her sobs were slowly replaced by the deep breaths of sleep. Exhausted from her beating, the girl had passed out on the pillows.
Rika awoke, and the first thing that came to her mind was the dull aching in her rear. It still hurt, and she rolled onto her front so as not to touch her abused rump. She opened her eyes, and saw Renomon watching her, smiling at her. "Ah, you're awake at last..." Rika whimpered, crawling onto her knees. She was sore, hungry, thirsty, and very, very frightened. Renomon seemed to know this too. He had a bowl of water at his feet, and another, filled with some sort of slimy yellow food. There was one last item; a collar. He held it up for her to see, "Let me put this on," he said to her, "and then you can eat and drink all you want."
He stepped forward, sitting down right in front of her, holding the collar open with both hands. "I know you're scared, and you've probably got dozens of questions..." he hands her the collar, Rika accepting it, holding it against her chest, "put it on, and I promise I'll answer them." Rika nodded, sliding the leather-bound metal collar around her neck, closing it. It was surprisingly comfortable; not too heavy or too tight. Renomon smiled at her, and clipped a padlock through the eyes, sealing it closed. Already hooked within the padlock was a leash, rising up from within the cushions. Rika dug down, finding a heavy iron loop buried beneath her. Renomon smiled, stroking Rika's head and face, "alright pet, you may speak now. I will let you ask three questions, no more, so choose them wisely." Rika sniffled, "what are you going to do to me?" she asked, her voice having lost all of its courage or strength after the brutal punishment she'd received. "Whatever we want," Renomon replied simply. "H-how long do I have to stay here?" she whimpered, tears forming in her eyes again. "As long as we want you to." She thought hard, not wanting to waste her final question, "...where do I go to pee?" Renomon laughed, point to what appeared to be a cat's litter-tray, placed just within reach of her leash. He ruffled her hair playfully, and stalked away. Rika wiped away her tears, and crawled over to the food bowls. The food tasted like pasta and cheese... but she was hungry, and it was filling, even if it made a mess of her face. They'd left her with paper towels to clean herself with, and the water she had to drink was ice cold, soothing her sore throat.
Fed and watered, Rika shivered, curling up into a ball. Tears dripped down her face as she thought about her mother and grandmother... her friends Takato and Henry... she'd probably never see any of them again. Alone with her thoughts, the only sound that could be heard was the gentle sobbing as Rika cried herself to sleep. |
Title: Need Fur Speed: West Coast by Linkin Monroe
Tags: Bad Language, Doberman, Dog, Kangaroo, Leopard, Series, Siamese Cat, Stallion, Wolf
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[Opening Credits; Song: "Beat It" by Fall Out Boy featuring John Meyer] A red Chrysler ME 4-12 slowly drove through the parking lot. The driver careful not to run over the two Siamese twin cats that walked beside it going the opposite way. The windows were rolled down and the leopard driving winked at the pair of felines, reaching his furry paw out; his number written down on the card he held. The cat closest to the Chrysler took the card and giggled with her sister.
[Guitar entro] A dark furred horse with a short mane stood in front of the hood of his car, a black Elise Lotus. Several females hung on his shoulders, trying to look interested about the engine inside. He wore a pair of black gloves, a no sleeve muscle shirt, and tight jeans.
[Drums come in] A Doberman looked over his shoulder at a newcomer in a 2000 silver Dodge Viper GTSR pulled into the garage. The white furred female bunny in his arms pouted, even though she still rubbed her paws over his strong chest.
["They told him don't you ever come around here..."] The driver of the Viper parked it in an empty spot, after honking the horn at some furs that stood in his way. He hopped out and looked around the massive parking garage. Furs of every kind were standing around their cars, or someone else's. A couple of females shot some glances at the black Labrador but turned away.
["So beat it, just beat it." (Pause)] "Excuse me," the Labrador said loudly to a skinny female bear dressed in slim clothes. "I'm new here... my friend told me to come down tonight. His name is Santiago Marquez."
The bear looked him over and stuck up her nose. "Over there," she jerked her paw thumb behind her.
"Thanks."
["You better run, you better do what you can..."] Two cars pulled up next to each other, engines revving. A lime green Mitsubishi Lancer and a black Celica C4R. Furs gathered on both sides of the cars, making just enough room for both of the cars to get through the crowd. They were cheering, clapping their paws together, pulling their cell phones out and preparing to take videos.
["... but you wanna be bad." (Pauses as the words come up Need Fur Speed: West Coast, then at the same time the cars take off when a fur gives them the signal to go as the music unpauses) "Just beat it! Beat it, beat it, beat it...] The Labrador glanced over his shoulder at the sound of tires screeching as the two cars took off. The sound echoed off the walls and pillars in the garage. He stared in awe as the two cars were neck-to-neck driving around the garage. He knew underground racing was cool, but this was much better than the games at home.
"Andy!" he heard his name being shouted above the noise of the cars and crowds. Andy turned around and saw his friend Santiago waving his furry gray paw in the air. He smiled and ran over to him.
"Dude, this place is amazing! I didn't know there were so many furs on this part of West Coast."
["They're out to get you, better leave while you can..."] Santiago, a gray furred wolf, chucked under his breath as he wrapped his arm around Andy's neck and pulled him back the way he came from. "Andy, please. All these furs here come from within forty miles of West Coast. Tonight's a big night."
"Why?" Andy asked as Santiago slammed a beer into his chest.
"Someone is gonna challenge Reeves."
["So beat it, just beat it..."] "Reeves?"
"The number one member on the blacklist. He's held the rank for four years straight, with only three challenges in that time."
"So?"
"So, he's good. Okay?" Santiago shook his head. "Com'ere, I want you to meet my friend."
Santiago led Andy away from the race to a place in the garage where several cars were parked, along with their owners and a couple of other admiring furs. The Doberman with the white furred bunny stood there in front of his yellow Lamborghini LP560-4. Santiago offered his paw to the Doberman who shook it. Andy didn't recognize the canine.
["Beat it! Beat it, beat it, beat it..."] "Andy, Kane. Kane, Andy," Santiago quickly introduced the two. "Andy, Kane is the dog that got me into this stuff. He's number eleven on the list."
"Ten now," Kane corrected, swatting the white furred bunny away. She looked at him, frowned and left. Andy watched her walk over to another male and start rubbing his pecs. "I beated Montrose tonight."
Santiago looked at Kane. "I didn't know you raced tonight. If I had, I might have done some betting."
"Then I would've definitely lost."
They laughed, and Andy felt a little out of place. But then Santiago wrapped his arm around Andy's neck and swung him around. "Com'ere, I wanna show you my newest lady." He led Andy to a pair of cars. A black 2008 Dodge Charger SRT-8 and a black 2005 BMW M5. Santiago sat on the BMWs hood, placing his hands to the side and grinned at Andy who looked stunned. "Here she is, a BMW M5."
["Beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it..." (The second series of three five 'beat it's before the solo)] A loud vooming sound began to fill the air, drowning out all the other noises made by cars and furs. Santiago cursed and got up, looking over at the entrance of the garage. Andy jerked his head around to look as well.
[Guitar comes sliding in] A blue Ferrari Aurea, decked out with a long spoiler, decals and neon lights underneath drove into the garage, going well over ninety miles-per-hour, while being flanked by two white Porsche Turbo 911s. Andy's jaw dropped.
The Ferrari came to a stop in front of the crowds with a loud screech, after sliding to its side. The driver got out, a light-brown furred Kangaroo. Andy figured it must've been Reeves, because the furs around him backed away from him. Reeves removed his sunglasses and stared out in the crowd.
[(Music pauses before the bass drums start and guitar solo)] "Where's that bastard that thinks he can challenge me?" he said in a deep Australian accent.
A fur stepped through the backed up crowd. It was a panther, dressed in a white button up shirt, with a few buttons unbuttoned at the top and khakis.
"I did Reeves," he growled.
Reeves stared at the panther and grinned a smile that sent chills down Andy's spine. "Good. Get in your car."
The panther turned around as did Reeves, after he put on the sunglasses. Reeves climbed into his idle Ferrari and remained waiting until the panther pulled up next to him in his grey Lamborghini Reventón. Reeves rolled his window down and smirked at the car.
"Nice ride. And expensive," he commented. "And I hope you do know that if something gets damaged, that car is scrap metal."
"I know the dangers," the panther growled. "We gonna race or are you gonna chicken out?"
Reeves glared at the panther, who smirked back. Reeves rolled up his window just as the twin Siamese cats stepped out in front of the revving cars.
[(Unpauses)] "One," the one on the left said, pointing at Reeves car.
"Two," the one on the right said, pointing to the panther's car.
"Go!" they said together, pointing in the center between the two cars.
[(Guitar solo)] There was a loud screeching noise, followed by the smoke and smell of burning rubber. Andy cringed and held his breath. For a split second the two cars were going the same speed, until the Reventón pulled out in front of the Aurea. Several furs around Andy gasped, but they wasted their breath too early. The Reventón held first for a second longer before the Aurea shot ahead, using some nitrogen to give itself a boost, even though it didn't need it.
The Aurea remained an entire car in front of the Reventón for the shortest two minutes of Andy's life before they raced up and out of the garage, heading to the quiet outside city of West Coast, most-likely to race along the coast and casinos before they would return to the garage for the finish line.
["Beat it! Beat it!"] Everyone was surprised to see the two cars nearly right next to each other. The finish line was only a couple hundred feet away. Suddenly Reeves car started to drift towards the panthers. The panther could do nothing but move away. But the panther adjusted his direction too quickly, and it crashed head-on into the guard rail.
["Just beat it, beat it, beat it..."] Reeves remained in his car after crossing the line, but rolled down his window and glared at the crowd. He stuck a finger out at the smoking Reventón. "That is what happens when a bastard thinks he's got the balls to challenge me." With that he rolled the window up and drove away with the two white Porsches following him.
["Just beat it!" ends early as the words 'Need Fur Speed: West Coast' come up again and then fades into black] |
Title: Before the Pill
Tags: orgy, mmff, swingers, swinging
*I would like to acknowledge two Lit.com members.
Ms 13 (she knows which 13 she is) for, early on, appreciated comments and advice on writing style.
I am also very grateful to dianaprince\_73 for much needed corrections to the story and for encouragement.
I thank you both...\*s\**
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Before the Pill...
It was 1962. We were 22 years old, in love and curious about what life had in store for us.
Cindy and I had married out of high school; like so many in the late 50's, early 60's. While love was the main reason for marriage, many of the people we knew married to enjoy "adult" sex, or got pregnant and did the "right" thing. We were among the last of the sexually innocent.
Or was that sexually ignorant? What ever we were, we finally were able to have sex anytime we wanted and anyway we wanted.
Not many of our peers had a lot of experience, things were different before the Pill. Most guys were considered lucky if they had had 1 or 2 girlfriends who allowed sex and most girls wouldn't because of fear of pregnancy.
Cindy and I fit that scenario. She was technically a virgin. She had given a few hand jobs on dates and had one boyfriend she engaged in oral sex with a few times. Somehow, I had been allowed "all the way" sex with 1 of my high school girlfriends. Lucky me.
Cindy and I were pretty open with each other. We had no problem talking about how hot this one or that one was. We talked often about how exciting it might be to have sex with another couple. Oh, I guess there was the usual 'guy' stuff going on. Would another guy do it better than me? Would she fall in love and want to leave me? In voicing concerns, I found that Cindy had the same questions. Maybe it wasn't just a 'guy' thing after all.
We assured each other, as best as we could, that any sex with anyone else would only be an adventure, an experiment in pleasure. The thrill killer was lack of truly safe birth control.
We had a pretty close group of people we hung out with. Mostly couples who were just like us. Young, dumb and hoping to cum.
We would have parties at each others houses and one thing was the same at each party. There was always one dimly light room for dancing. Much of the dancing was slow and romantic. We would put a record of the Platter's on the Hi Fi and hold each other close. Many of us stole kisses and caressed bodies to the extent we felt we could and generally made ourselves horny as hell.
The best part of that would come later for Cindy and me as we lay in bed, telling each other who made us hard or wet that night. It became a big part of our foreplay.
And oh my how we would fuck each other after talking about how hot the night was.
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Our closest friends were Allen and Vickie.
Allen and I worked together. Cindy and Vickie hit it off the first time they met. Both girls were funny and lovely. Cindy was a bit more curvy with larger breasts, but Vickie's olive toned skin and big dark eyes made her slender body as desirable as any girl I had known.
I wanted her.
The 4 of us would tease and flirt like crazy. We would kiss at the parties, and even engage in silly games like spin the bottle, just so we could "innocently" have fun together.
One night Allen and Vickie were over and we played our spin the bottle game. After a few bottle spins and kisses we just paired off, making out.
For the first time I actually dared to cup Vickie's breast. I was nervous and afraid of rejection. To my delight she moaned into my mouth. Becoming more bold, I moved my hand down her body and caressed her pussy through her capri's. The thin material couldn't hide how turned on she was. I was as hard as I had ever been and did my best to press my hard-on against Vickie's body.
Apparently Allen and Cindy were experiencing the same thrills because Cindy suddenly stood up and said that if she didn't cum soon she was going to explode. With that she went off to the bathroom. Vickie got up and followed her, leaving Allen and I sitting on the floor with raging hard-ons.
Allen said "Phil, I'd give anything to fuck Cindy right now".
"If we could be certain not to get them pregnant, I'd sure as hell would like that while Vickie and I did the same," I replied.
The girls came back to the room with a solution. Not a perfect one but a pretty damn good one, we thought.
Cindy spoke first. "Why can't we make out to orgasm?" she asked.
"If we don't actually do it, we won't get pregnant," Vickie added.
Allen and I looked at each other.
"All this time making out, getting horny, fantasizing and "this" was possible?" Allen blurted out.
We all laughed.
"Uh huh" Cindy said, winking.
Laughing out loud Vickie said, "Just keep the dicks away from the pussies and we will all be fine".
With a giggle, Cindy took Allen's hand and led him down the hall toward our bedroom.
Vickie laughed and called out "Don't make any babies".
Vickie turned to me and smiled as she pulled her sweater over her head. She unhooked her bra and exposed her lovely, petite breasts. Her nipples made me groan as they were a deep mahogany color and stiff as bullets. She unzipped her capri's and hooked her thumbs into the waist band and slid them, along with her panties, over her hips, to the floor and stepped out of them.
My eyes were glued to the silky black hair covering her pubic area. The dim light reflected off of tiny droplets of moisture captured there.
I quickly tore off all I was wearing and watched Vickie smile as she looked at my totally hard cock.
"I want that" she said as she walked to me.
We embraced and kissed deeply.
Not wanting to take the time to go to the guest bedroom, I settled to the carpet, pulling Vickie down with me.
I was torn between just holding her against my body and caressing every inch of her flesh. I broke our kiss and moved my lips down her throat to her sweet breasts, kissing one and then the other.
As I gently chewed on her nipples, my hand moved down to cup her pussy. She was soaked and so very warm.
My fingers slipped between her swollen lips and explored her inner pussy. Vickie arched her back so that my mouth could work over her breasts and then relaxed her upper body and lifted her hips to give me access to her pussy.
We were both moaning as I sucked her nipples and fingered her slippery pussy.
I had to taste her and moved my mouth from her breasts and kissed down her tummy to her pubic bone.
I moved between her legs, leaning into her, covering her pussy with my mouth. My head was spinning as I licked the length of her. Her taste was indescribable. I found her puffy clitoris and sucked it between my lips. It had already popped from its hood and was slippery and swollen with desire. I devoured every bit of flesh I could reach.
Quickly, too quickly, Vickie started to cum. Her body convulsed and a deep growl escaped her lips.
"Eat me baby" she said over and over.
I ate her as though I'd never have this chance again. I licked, sucked and chewed at her pussy and she came and came.
My face was covered with her sweet, warm and very slippery juices.
Slowly Vickie started to come down from her orgasmic high. I relaxed my eating of her and gently lapped at her pussy, bringing her down.
I had known that I would enjoy making Vickie cum, but never thought it could possibly be this wonderful.
I crawled up beside Vickie and held her close, kissing her, allowing her to taste the wonderful cum her pussy had poured all over my mouth and face.
Vickie kissed me deeply and reached down to grasp the shaft of my cock.
She sat up, smiled at me and said "my turn now".
She leaned over me and just took me into her mouth. Her lips, teeth and tongue attacked my hard-on with a determination to please.
I moaned as I watched her suck me. I knew there was no way I was going to be able to hold back.
Vickie sucked me as though it was meant to be.
Within a few minutes I felt the cum building in my balls. I groaned and told her I was close.
Vickie pulled her head from my cock, stroking its shaft with one hand. My body jerked as I exploded. Spasm after spasm rocked my body and my cum splashed against her throat and breasts. I came as hard as I had ever cum before.
When it stopped, Vickie looked at me and smiled.
"Wow Vickie" I exclaimed.
She crawled up beside me and laughed as she grabbed my T-shirt to wipe the cum off her body. "Messy boy", she said, with a grin.
I laughed and told her that it wasn't nice to mess up my T. Vickie said that Cindy would probably use my pillow case to clean up after Allen.
"Geeze", I said.
Turning serious, we kissed sweetly and thanked each other.
Vickie reached for and lifted my limp cock and said, "One day I am going to feel this inside me Phil".
"Oh yes, you will" I replied.
Soon, Allen and Cindy came into the room. Cindy had shiny droplets of Allen's cum spread from her chin to her belly button.
Vickie said, "Your pillow case is safe Phil" and we started laughing which made them laugh and we all settled down to tell each other how wonderful this idea the girls came up with was.
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After Allen and Vickie left, Cindy and I showered quickly and jumped into bed.
As we lay caressing each other, Cindy told me that she and Vickie agreed that this must be taken to the next level. That they both loved their husbands, but needed what the other's husband could give them.
She told me of taking Allen to our room. Of how hot she was as they each undressed as quickly as possible.
Of how Allen's hard cock jerked as he looked at her naked body.
Of how she sank to her knees in front of him, needing to hold his hard-on, to stroke it, to kiss it, to take it into her mouth.
As she gave Allen pleasure, she was aware of her own needs and so was Allen for he reached down and lifted her to her feet and onto the bed. Allen crawled onto the bed next to Cindy as he kissed her and cupped her pussy.
His strong fingers parted her swollen lips and slipped into her. It was exactly what Cindy needed, more than she needed, and her body started to convulse as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure took command of her.
Cindy's hips jerked against Allen's hand as though she was trying to take all his fingers into her needy pussy. It was as powerful a sexual experience as she could remember.
When she finally relaxed, she lay in Allen's arm's almost purring with contentment. Cindy said that it couldn't have been more than 10 minutes since they entered the room. She had been that hot...that ready...that wanting of Allen...
Cindy told me of how she spent the rest of the time they were alone giving Allen everything she had to make him as happy as he had made her.
She stroked his cock, she sucked it and she even knelt by the bed and squeezed his hard-on between her breasts, and watched him work his hips, fucking them as he looked into her eyes.
When Allen finally came, Cindy stroked each spasm of cum out of his cock onto her throat, breasts and tummy. They were a happy and satisfied couple when they joined Vickie and me in the living room.
Listening to Cindy made me hard again and Cindy stroked it and said "put it in me baby, that's the only thing I've missed tonight".
I rolled between her thighs and entered her still soaked pussy. As I started to pump inside her she moaned that this is what she wanted with Allen. She needed to feel him inside her, fucking her deeply as I was doing.
The thought of that happening thrilled me and as we fucked each other to orgasm, I promised her it would happen.
All we had to do was get the birth control thing figured out and she and Allen and Vickie and I would fuck...We would have it all...
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For the next month we got together with Allen and Vickie. We were neglecting our other friends but for good reason. We were wild about what we were doing together and wanted more.
We graduated to same room sex and any fear of jealousy quickly passed. Watching each other became an unbelievable thrill.
We had established that Allen lasted a lot longer than I did. We thought maybe it was because he was circumcised and thus was less sensitive to stimulation than I was but, no matter, it was a fact of life.
The good part was that Vickie usually got me off twice in the time it took Cindy to make Allen cum. I wasn't complaining.
After each session we would contemplate how we could "go all the way ". We eliminated using condoms as none of us liked sex with them. We knew that soon the long anticipated Pill would be released to the general public, but we just couldn't wait that long.
Vickie was using a spermicidal foam and she and Allen had one child with it and a few close calls.
Cindy talked and talked of using the diaphragm and of how well it was working for us. Vickie finally agreed to see her ob-gyn and get his take on that method.
In a few weeks Cindy told me that Vickie had called and told her that she had been fitted and as soon as she got used to her new diaphragm we were going to do it. We couldn't wait.
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We got together for the big night and it seemed as though we were on a first date. The air was thick with excitement.
We made this night special by going out for a nice dinner and a bit of dancing before we went to our home. We joked that this was foreplay, as we knew that there would be nothing but cocks and pussy's when we got home.
When we arrived home, we all undressed as quickly as possible and Vickie and Cindy went to the bathroom to insert their diaphragms. Needless to say, Allen and I waited anxiously for them to join us.
When they came to us, Allen took Cindy's hand and settled to the carpet, pulling her down with him. Vickie joined me on the sofa.
Vickie and I watched as Allen and Cindy caressed and kissed each other. They had waited so long for this that Cindy just pulled Allen on top of her and said "Its time Allen, just put it in me...please".
Cindy lifted and spread her legs widely and Allen grasped his cock with one hand and guided its head to Cindy's slit. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down its length and paused at her opening.
Cindy was totally ready. As Allen shifted his hips, Cindy lifted hers and Allen's completely hard cock slipped into her pussy.
"Ohhh yessssssss ", Cindy cried out. Allen's was actually, only the second cock to fill her pussy and she was so very happy.
Cindy wanted to be fucked and Allen was giving her exactly what she wanted.
Vickie said to me, "Phil, its our turn".
I was so turned on that I had to confess. "Vickie, I want you so badly that I'm afraid I'm gonna cum as soon as I enter you".
Vickie smiled and said, "No problem baby, we know the solution for that".
She slipped off the sofa and knelt between my thighs and said, "Watch Cindy and Allen".
Vickie took my hard-on into her mouth as I watched Allen plunge in and out of Cindy.
Never had anything been so sexy to me. This lovely girl sucking my cock as I watched her husband fuck my wife so intently.
I came almost instantly, just as Vickie knew I would. Vickie didn't stop. As I watched Allen and Cindy, she sucked me hard again.
Vickie lifted her face from my cock and smiled. "You're ready now baby", she said.
I was more than ready.
I moved to give her room on the sofa and Vickie lay back and opened her legs for me. I looked up and down her sweet body and moved between her legs.
She took my hard-on in her hand and guided it directly to her opening.
I moaned out loud as I plunged into this sweet girl's pussy. I so wanted her and now it was actually happening.
I was surprised at how tightly Vickie's pussy gripped me and held me inside her. The girl knew how to use her muscles and it was like fucking a slippery, warm, tight fitting glove.
The rest was almost dreamlike.
Kissing Vickie.
Fucking her.
Hearing Cindy cum again and again as she and Allen fucked.
Feeling Vickie chew on my shoulder as we fucked and fucked. Feeling her tighten her grip on my cock as she came. It was awesome.
When it was all over. When each of us was completely satisfied, we all hugged and decided we couldn't let this end.
The 4 of us slept together in our bed.
It was a night we would never forget.
No matter who we might do this with in the future, no matter how hot it would be, nothing would ever surpass this night.
We were 4 happy people... |
Title: Don't Date the Bitch in Apartment 23 Ch. 03
Tags: chloe, june, rim, spanking, anal, strap-on, roomate, girlfriend, love, television
Disclaimer: I do not own Don't Trust the Bitch in Apartment 23. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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The second that Chloe and June got through the door of Apartment 23 they were all over each other, as was the new norm between them. But it seemed especially true tonight, which wasn't all that surprising. Not because it was their first official date in Chloe was feeling romantic.
June could have laughed at the thought. No, she had deliberately upset her girlfriend, and now she was going to get punished for it. Which shouldn't have been appealing, and June had certainly never deliberately upset a lover before, and she had certainly never imagined doing it as a way to push her lover to be rough with her. But then again, everything was different with Chloe.
"Are you ready to get punished?" Chloe growled into June's ear the second she broke the kiss, before biting down on that ear.
Which of course made June cry out, then grin as Chloe quickly switch to licking and sucking her ear, and then her neck, meaning that when June finally replied it came out as a moan, "Yes."
"Convince me." Chloe pushed.
"I am, ohhhhhh, I'm ready to be punished." June groaned, her voice way sexier than it ever had been before.
"Are you sorry?" Chloe almost whispered in her ear.
"No." June grinned wickedly.
Quickly pulling back so they were face to face Chloe just stared at June for a few seconds, clearly trying to look angry when in fact she looked proud, especially as she promised, "You will be."
Chloe's hands had been sliding all over June's body since they got out of the cab, so June thought nothing of it when those hands moved upwards. That turned out to be a mistake as suddenly there was a ripping sound, followed by a lot more as Chloe's hands went haywire. Honestly June was so shocked it took her a few long minutes to even register what was happening, and then realisation hit her like a freight train.
Chloe ripping her dress off. Literally. The beautiful expensive dress that Chloe had bought for her was initially been torn apart. If anyone else had done that it would be horrifying, but because it was Chloe doing it June felt like she was in one of those cheesy romance novels that she loved, which made her swooned. Besides, that dress had been super uncomfortable and she had only worn it for Chloe. Who would probably buy her another one.
Once the dress was in tatters Chloe forced June to turn around, kneel down behind her, grabbed her butt and growled, "I love this ass!"
"Yeah, I noticed." June blushed a little, but mostly grinned.
Ignoring her girlfriend Chloe got down to some serious butt groping, squeezing and pinching June's ass like a butcher with a piece of meat, then Chloe eventually growled like June hadn't said anything, "But now I'm going to fuck it up! Mmmmmm yeahhhhhhh, I'm going to fuck it up real bad. Then I'm just going to fuck it."
As Chloe laughed and smacked her ass roughly just after saying that June let out a little whimper of apprehension, and then asked, "Should, should we maybe talk about safe words?"
"Safe words are for pussies." Chloe growled.
With those worrying words Chloe jumped to her feet, grabbed June by the hair and dragged her into their bedroom. June actually considered struggling out of Chloe's grip, and insisting they agree upon a safe word if they were going to do something more BDSM than the gentle spankings that Chloe had been giving her before.
But it was this inpatient, dangerous part of Chloe she was so attracted too. Ha, after all these years June finally was dating a bad boy. Only it was a bad girl, and she was badder than any of the bad boys. Or at least more crazy. So for better or worse June allowed herself to be manhandled into the bedroom she shared with Chloe and then was forced over her girlfriend's knee.
There was a pause for a long few moments, then Chloe gently rested a hand down against June's ass cheeks. She left it there for quite a while, then Chloe began to grope June's butt again, clearly drawing this out. Which was just fine with June. She wasn't in a hurry to get spanked. At least not when Chloe was in this mood.
Then again, the anticipation it turned out to be almost as worse as the spanking. Or at least June assumed it would be. She was so wound up to the point of jumping when Chloe suddenly grabbed hold of her underwear, and began slowly pulling it down to reveal her vulnerable little butt, then pushing them off the rest of the way while expertly removing her bra with the other hand, leaving June completely naked and exposed.
Chloe was stretching this out because she knew the anticipation of something was far more torturous than any other punishment in this world. She knew particularly from pining over June for months, which was unlike her. Chloe didn't pine, she took. She took the things she wanted, and damn the consequences, because life was too short.
But things were just different with June. With June she had been scared. Scared of just how hard and quickly she fell for her, and just how bad she wanted her. Which was crazy, because she had seen hotter women, but something about June just drove her nuts. And here was her chance to punish June for it.
"Remember, you asked for this." Chloe said softly and unconvincingly before finally beginning the spanking.
To start Chloe lifted her hand high in the air and then brought it down as hard as she could, getting the most adorable little squeak out of June. She then repeated this process, a few times consistently, but sometimes she would keep her hand in the air for quite a while before finally bringing it down on the soft flesh beneath her.
Then after a few strikes she went back to groping, and spanking, then groping, and spanking, then groping and so on. Partly because she wanted to warm June up before letting her have everything she was capable of. But mostly because it was fun, which was Chloe's main reason for doing just about anything.
Of course inevitably she would increase the force of the blows, at first just a few random smacks to let June know that it was coming, then she started minimising the amount of time between spanks. Sadly that meant decreasing the amount of time she was groping June's ass, but Chloe promised herself she would make up for that later.
Besides, she was still having her way with that ass, just in a very different way. A way which made June let out the most adorable little cries over and over again as Chloe showed her who's boss, especially when there was finally no pause whatsoever in between each blow, announcing that the rough butt beating had begun.
While those cries were adorable they were also a little heartbreaking. It was almost enough to make Chloe feel guilty. Or at least it would have if June's butt cheeks hadn't been jiggling so invitingly. And turning a gorgeous shade of red now that the real ass pounding was underway. At least as far as the outside of June's ass was concerned.
The inside of it would be pounded soon enough, something they were both very much looking forward too, but for now June was receiving this punishment she so richly deserved, and being reminded that in their relationship Chloe was in charge at all times, and June was her bitch.
June didn't need reminding of that fact, but despite her squeals of pain she did enjoy it. Sure, it wasn't her favourite way that Chloe regularly reminded her of their roles, but there was just something so wonderfully naughty about being spanked like a disobedient child. Especially when she was bending over Chloe's knee like this.
Which thankfully her own parents had never done. Because they hadn't ever needed too June enjoyed this feeling of naughtiness to its entirety, and of course the feeling pleasing Chloe, which June craved more than she'd ever craved anything before in her life. Honestly she prefered the gentle spanking in the beginning, because it was her best chance to savour those feelings.
She clung to them as things became increasingly unpleasant, or just really painful and embarrassing. Both of which was part of the charm, but they became especially noticeable when Chloe started using force, mostly for the obvious reason, but also because being roughly spanked over her girlfriend's knee made June's pussy wet.
Which of course made her cheeks flushed bright red, especially when Chloe obviously became aware of the wetnesses against her thigh, cackled with wicked delight, and then started to somehow increase the force of the spanking even more. Which just restarted the cycle all over again.
Luckily just as it was becoming too much Chloe abruptly stopped and began softly cooing and gently groping June's butt again, caressing at least some of the pain away. Then without any warning, other than the fact that she'd done this before, Chloe turned her around so that June was sitting on her lap and kissed her.
Of course being forced to put any weight on her now very sore butt cause June to cry out, which naturally Chloe took full advantage of as she shoved her tongue into her girlfriend's open mouth. Not that June really minded Chloe using her sneaky ways to get the upper hand like this, which she showed by kissing her back just as roughly once she had recovered from her initial shock.
After a minute or two of that rough kissing Chloe pulled back slightly and against June's lips, "Bend over! I wanna get me a piece of that corn-fed ass."
"Where?" June asked with a grin, even though she was pretty sure she knew the answer.
Sure enough she was right, Chloe glaring slightly as she clarified, "On the bed. I want you on your hands and knees so I can take you like the bitch you are."
"Really? I thought you were the bitch in apartment 23." June cheeked, not for the first time.
"Oh we both know who the real bitch is around here." Chloe pointed out with a wicked smirk, "But as always, I'm more than happy to remind you."
"Mmmmm, please do." June grinned, finally doing as she was told.
As soon as June had got off of her Chloe immediately retrieved one of her strap-on dildos from her toy collection, this one perhaps even bigger than the ones she had been using lately, which was really saying something. Thankfully she also retrieved a bottle of lubricant, as usual Chloe making a big show of strapping on the cock and then coating it with the lube while June grinned with glee.
She did this directly in front of her, before moving around the bed so she could get in position behind June, at which point Chloe paused for a second to admire her handiwork, which made June blush a little, but it also led to her wiggling her butt at Chloe as a way to encourage her to abuse her ass some more. As if she needed it.
Chloe thought the same thing when it happened. That she was minding her own business, just trying to enjoy how beautifully red June's butt looked after it spanking, especially compared to the creamy flawlessness which was the rest of her skin, and then June just started teasing her with that ass.
What could she possibly do but retaliate? Retaliate in this case being burying her face between June's butt cheeks and sliding her tongue over her cute little back hole, making her girlfriend let out the most adorable little gasp, quickly followed by a long drawn-out moan of pure pleasure as Chloe then began lapping away at her most forbidden orifice.
In the past Chloe had been big on receiving rim jobs because they were naughty and they just felt so good, but she hadn't actually dished out that many. Things were different with June. Everything was different with June, her stupid feelings pushing her to do things Chloe wouldn't normally do.
It might be those feelings clouding her judgement, but Chloe swore that she just had the cutest little butt hole which was practically made to be licked. And more importantly fucked. But she would get there soon enough. For now she just concentrated on giving her precious June a long drawn-out rim job, making her girlfriend constantly let out the most wonderful moans in the process.
While enjoying that wonderful soundtrack Chloe rubbed her face in that cute little butt before moving her hands up so she could pull those cheeks apart and get her tongue deeper into that ass. And that was before she even started officially tongue fucking it. Yes, this was really just getting better access, Chloe taking full advantage of that by beginning to swirl her tongue around that puckered hole as well as up and down it.
Then finally she pushed her tongue as deep as it would go into June's butt, which was pretty far thanks to the regular poundings she had been giving it, and then began thrusting that tongue in and out, even at one point jacking her head back and forth like she was in a metal concert.
Part of Chloe wanted to do that for hours as a way to punish June, but she just couldn't wait that long to give her girlfriend a proper ass fucking. So after a few minutes of pounding that ass with her tongue Chloe swapped her tongue for her fingers, pushing first one and then two of those digits into June's most intimate hole, which thanks to saliva and the lube was pretty easy.
She then pump those fingers in and out, and up and down, and even twirled them around inside June's ass. Whatever it took to stretch out that little fuck hole. Then she pulled her fingers out, slapped that ass and grabbed a firm hold of her cock so she could aim it against her target.
Of course Chloe also ordered, "Spread your cheeks! Mmmmm yeahhhhh, show me that cute little bitch hole I love to fuck."
June obeyed without hesitation, her hands shooting to her cheeks so she could slowly pull them apart and expose her vulnerable holes just like Chloe had trained her to do. She was then waiting a surprisingly long few seconds to slide her cock up and down her ass crack, teasing June so much she actually opened her mouth to complain.
But as soon as she did Chloe pushed forward, meaning that the only sound out of June's mouth was of pure pleasure as her girlfriend anally penetrated her with one hard thrust and then just left the head of the strap-on inside her butt for several long seconds. Which was mostly a good thing as it gave June a chance to relax and get used to it, but she had no doubt this was mostly for Chloe's enjoyment.
It was the same story when Chloe finally started stuffing her butt with more strap-on cock. After months with daily ass fuckings, and normally multiple ass fuckings each day, June's now well trained butt was used to this kind of treatment and could take it much harder and faster than this.
Yet even during the frequent times that Chloe sodomised her in public her evil roommate insisted on a slow anal penetration so she could savour 'forcing' this ultra forbidden act upon the sweet and innocent June Corbin. Which was a little annoying, but at times like this June chose to concentrate on the good things about the slow butt stuffing.
Like despite how much she might swear otherwise this was a sign of just how much Chloe cared about her and didn't want to hurt her. And how much this incredibly twisted act please Chloe, which was what June craved to do above all else. But perhaps most importantly June just loved everything about getting ass fucked.
Which was crazy. Or more accurately just another crazy thing about her new life. Because she had been so distinctly convinced she would hate this unnatural use of her body, yet she was almost as responsible for how regularly she was sodomised, both indirectly by wearing tight clothes and bending over a lot, and directly by whispering dirty things into Chloe's ear.
Perhaps the most humiliating part was that June even enjoyed the uncomfortable stretching of her rectum as it struggled to remember it was Chloe's personal fuck passage, and the fact that she got off on such humiliation.
Part of it was because of the promise of greater pleasure to come, and the whole thing made her feel like a giant slut, but honestly June just enjoyed it because she was so utterly and completely submitting to Chloe.
Of course it had nothing on the overwhelming pleasure that came when she finally had that cock completely up her butt were it belonged and Chloe was using her like the greedy little anal whore she had become, June first beginning to cry out with pure pleasure, then she used her words.
Chloe loved nothing more than to watch June's cute little butt hole taking her dick, especially when her sweet, delicate snowflake was spreading her cheeks to provide the perfect display of that poor little forbidden hole stretching for her strap-on.
It was practically enough to make Chloe drool with lust and delight, the brunette unable to take her eyes off that wonderful sight throughout anally penetrating the blonde, or when the sodomy officially got underway.
The only real pause was Chloe closing her eyes and letting out a little whimper when her thighs finally came to rest against June's butt cheeks, announcing that she had buried the full length of her cock deep within the bowels of the other girl.
That pause was brief, Chloe opening them again and growling as she began to pump her hips back and forth, meaning she got to watch her dick pumping in and out of June's ass hole while her precious roommate's sounds of enjoyment became increasingly loud.
Which was really saying something, because it sounded deafening in the mostly silent room before, but now they alone would have been enough to make Chloe grinned sadistically. And then to make things even better June started to literally tell her how much she was loving being butt fucked, and how much she loved Chloe, and most importantly of all how she wanted more.
"Oh Chloe! Fuck me Chloe, mmmmm, fuck my ass!" June moaned happily, "I love it up the ass. I can't believe how much I love it up the ass. Oooooooh yesssssss, oh Chloe, you made me love it! Love it up my ass! Ohhhhhh fuck, you remember baby? How nervous I was when you popped my anal cherry? I made such a fuss, but now I wish I bent over and spread my cheeks like this on the first day I moved in. Oooooooh yeahhhhhhhh, mmmmm, I wish on my very first day in Apartment 23, in our Apartment, I bent over and gave you the hole that was always meant to be yours. Oh God Chloe, I love it when you fuck that ass! I love it so much! Oh God, and I love you. Oh Chloe, I love you so much, mmmmm yesssssss, fuck my ass, oooooooohhhhhhhhh yeeeeeeeessssssss, fuck me!"
If it had been anyone else the declarations of love would have been a total moment killer, and under other circumstances Chloe would pretend they were. But not whenever she was butt fucking June. No, she couldn't pretend to hate those words, because she was too busy not tearing June's ass hole apart with every ounce of her strength.
Of course that would bring a premature end to this wonderful heaven, and Chloe wasn't ready for that. And she never would be. Because this was her idea of pure heaven, not only having sex with June, but doing it in such a twisted and kinky way. A way which June would have never considered before getting together with her.
Perhaps more importantly it was showing June who was boss. Cementing the fact that in their relationship Chloe was very much the dominant top, and June was the submissive little bottom who took it in her bottom.
Oh yes, June was taking it in her corn-fed bottom, Chloe still transfixed by her strap-on pumping in and out of her girlfriend's most forbidden of holes, which was still on perfect display thanks to June spreading her cheeks and proving just how good she looked when she was face down.
And proving that she was Chloe's bitch. A bitch's bitch. Oh yes, Chloe might be the bitch of Apartment 23, but June was her bitch, the bitch's bitch of Apartment 23, which suddenly became vital for Chloe to remind June of that fact.
"Take it! Take it bitch! Mmmmm yeahhhhhh, take it in your corn-fed ass!" Chloe taunted gleefully, occasionally smacking June's ass to emphasise her words, especially towards the end, "Ohhhhhh yeahhhhhh, take it like the bitch you are! Oooooooh yeahhhhhh, I might be the Bitch in Apartment 23, but you're the other kind of bitch. I'm awesome, and you're just a submissive little slut. My slut! Mmmmm yesssss, you're just my submissive little butt slut! My fucking ass whore! My anal loving bitch! Oh yeah June, tell me what you are! Tell me you're my bitch! A bitch's bitch! The Bitch's Bitch in Apartment 23! Fucking say it bitch!"
"Yes! I'm your bitch! I'm a bitch's bitch! The Bitch's Bitch in Apartment 23!" June cried out, in between yelps of pain as Chloe practically spanked her again, this time while butt fucking her, "I am so your bitch!"
"And the rest!" Chloe demanded.
"I'm... I'm your submissive little slut!" June parroted, struggling to remember what Chloe had said, "I'm your submissive little butt slut! Your fucking ass whore! Your anal loving bitch! Ohhhhhh Gooooodddddd, I'm anything you want me to be. I'm yours Chloe, oooooooh fuck, all yours!"
"Damn right you are! Mmmmm, especially this ass!" Chloe grinned, smacking June's ass extra hard, "That's mine, right?"
"Yes! Yesssssssss, mmmmmm fuck, my ass is yours! All yours!" June moaned, "Mmmmmm, you own my ass! It's yours to fuck whenever you want. Mmmmm, my butt hole is your personal fuck hole."
"That's because you're mine, and your corn-fed ass was made for fucking!" Chloe growled, "Say it!"
"My, my corn-fed ass was made for fucking." June whimpered.
"Good, now get on all fours like the bitch you are and bounce that ass back at me." Chloe ordered smiling as June obeyed, and then chuckling as she obeyed her next orders, "Mmmmm yeahhhhhh, that's a good little doggy. Now bark for me. Bark for your owner you little bitch! Ooooooh yeahhhhhhh June, prove that you're my little bitch by acting like a little bitch! Oh God June, that's it! Oh fuck!"
June was only too happy to take her hands off her cheeks, lift herself up onto all fours and start pushing herself back against the invading thrusts. To be fair, even the prudish version of herself would have happily done that, albeit with a man's penis inside her vagina instead of her girlfriend's strap-on in her ass.
But she would have never said those things about herself before, and certainly not barked and panted like a dog, which should have been weird and off-putting, but somehow it wasn't. At least for June.
Which was a testament to how much Chloe had broken her. Or fixed her, depending on your perspective. Either way this perverted humiliation only added to her pleasure, and at least in this blissful moment, June was completely shameless about it.
Sure, there were still times when she was embarrassed, like when her parents came to visit, and Chloe told them with a smile on her face how she likes it up the ass, and June can take her biggest strap-ons up there. But even that humiliation had some weirdly positive effect, at least afterwards, and it was more than worth it for the ecstasy June was now feeling.
Or the ecstasy she would feel when Chloe made her cum. Or from just about anything they did together, for that matter, but in this moment it was hard for June to think about anything else but anally induced orgasms, mostly because she was trying to hard not to receive hers early.
Or to beg for them too quickly, as she wanted to enjoy Chloe sodomising her for as long as possible. And more importantly she knew just how much Chloe loved it.
Ultimately though June just couldn't take it any more and she pleaded, "Harder! Please Chloe, ram my ass harder! Mmmmm, slam fuck it as hard as you can! Oh God Chloe, destroy my ass hole! Fucking wreck my corn-fed ass and make me cum! Please? I need it! Oooooooh, I need it now! I need to cum. Please Chloe, make your bitch cum!"
"You wanna cum little doggy, huh?" Chloe taunted, "Mmmmm, then help me. Come on June, slammed that corn-fed ass back at me! Oh fuck, yessssssss, that's it, mmmmmm, I'm going to wreck this ass! You hear me June? I'm going to wreck your little ass hole and leave it gaping wide open! If you don't beat me to it you little whore!"
The moment she had permission June increase the pace of her thrusts, pushing herself right up to the edge of orgasm in what felt like a matter of seconds. Which cause Chloe to laugh cruelly, and provide a little more verbal encouragement as June became increasingly incoherent.
But then just as June thought she was going to have to make herself cum Chloe suddenly exploded with a series of powerful thrusts which sent June crashing over the edge of that powerful climax she had been craving.
Then of course it was quickly followed by another, and another, and another as Chloe effortlessly fucked her through her orgasms and reminded June that her crazy roommate could literally get away with anything and she would still love her.
More importantly for this precious moment, June would be totally devoted to her. Oh yes, June meant every single word she just said, and more. Even the words of ownership. Because it was so wrong, but June felt like she was literally Chloe's property, and in that moment she wanted to be nothing else.
Especially because she knew she was the one piece of property that Chloe truly cared about, and took care of, the thought making her smile widely with twisted happiness. Which was the last coherent thought she had for quite a while as her mind melted away from the intensity of the ecstasy she was receiving, June cumming so much now it felt like one continuous orgasm.
Chloe knew that similar ecstasy awaited her whenever she allowed herself to go over the edge, much like the pleasure she'd received in the past. Except of course, she'd been waiting for partners to get her there, which wasn't even quite equal to the pleasure she was receiving now, and she hadn't even cum yet. God, what had loved done to her?
Because she wanted to believe it was just the extremely kinky sex, but this wasn't close to the physical pleasure she could receive. No, physically this was just her clit being constantly bashed by something within the harness, and maybe the pleasant weight of June's meaty cheeks against her thighs.
Although the pain of putting so much energy into a fuck was tiresome, and she would never have put this much energy into making someone else feel good before.
Of course June had turned her entire world upside down, ending with Chloe relentlessly violating this wonderful woman's ass hole with a giant strap-on just to get them both off. And it was better than anything else she'd ever had with all those people who didn't mean anything to her.
Which was why it felt necessary to Chloe's sanity, or maybe even survival, to drill the idea into June's head that this was where she belonged. This was her rightful place. She was born to be Chloe's personal fuck hole.
Oh yes, June was an orifice for her pleasure, something which gave them both pleasure. That gave them purpose. That gave Chloe purpose. Yes, what went unsaid was that while June belonged to Chloe, Chloe belonged to June just as much. If not more.
That was the thought that went through Chloe's mind when she could no longer hold herself back and she came wonderfully hard. Oh yes, the constant bashing against her clit, the sheer joy of sodomising June and although those thoughts in her head meant it was just too much for Chloe to take in she had the kind of satisfying climaxes that she could only have when anally taking June Colburn.
To be fair part of that was Chloe being able to power through her first climax, and the next ones, continuing to pound June's ass hole even after her girlfriend collapsed in exhaustion. And more impressively, several minutes later when Chloe could no longer keep herself upright and she too collapsed down on top of June's sweaty body.
The moments before that had been truly epic, Chloe finding a second wind as thanks to her firm grip on June's waist her precious girlfriend truly became nothing but an ass for her to fuck as the other girl collapsed face down, Chloe adoring the way that she was keeping June's ass in the air just to get herself off.
But as awesome as she was Chloe didn't have unlimited stamina, and ultimately she was forced to collapse down onto June, and even stop the butt fucking all together. Although it wasn't long after that Chloe began kissing the soft sweaty flesh beneath her, paying extra attention to June's shoulders and neck so she could mark what was rightfully hers, which was a perfect way to end a perfect butt wrecking. That, and a few loving words...
"Who's my bitch!" Chloe growled into June's ear.
"Me. I'm your bitch." June sighed with a blissfully happy smile on her face.
Chloe savoured that response briefly, before demanding, "Prove it."
June then cried out as Chloe suddenly got up onto all fours, pulling the big strap-on dildo out of June's ass in the process, leaving her battered back hole to feel horribly open, empty, and worst of all unloved. Oh God, June was actually missing the feeling of a cock in her ass. She could have never imagined such a thing, but even in her exhaustion June found herself wanting to beg for Chloe to put it back in.
Not to go back to fucking her, just so she could feel Chloe inside her again. And on top of her. And kissing her neck. Yes, June had particularly loved those last two thing. But, knowing what Chloe wanted from her and feeling an overwhelming urge to give it to her after those amazing orgasms, June reached back and pulled her ass cheeks apart, exposing just how gaped her butt was. Which of course made June blush.
Then June blushed even more as Chloe taunted her, "Mmmmm yeahhhhh, that's a pretty little corn-fed booty which has been put in it's place. Mmmmm, and been reminded of who it belongs too. Ohhhhh yeahhhhh June, you're mine! And now you and your amazing ass knows it!"
To emphasise her words Chloe gave June's butt a firm slap, causing her to cry out again, but then June teased, "I'm a bitch's bitch?"
"Yeah you are!" Chloe giggled with delight, giving June's behind another slap before allowing herself to fall on her back next to her girl and push things even further, "You're my anal loving bitch. And you know what else? You're my ATM loving bitch! Ooooooh yeahhhhhh, get over here bitch! Get over here and go ass to mouth! Mmmmm fuckkkkkk yesssssss!"
Again obeying like the well-trained bitch she was June let go of her cheeks, crawled in between Chloe's legs and wrapped her lips around the dildo which had just pummelled the deepest part of her butt. And then she moaned. She actually fucking moaned from tasting the deepest part of her own butt on a strap-on cock.
God, June still couldn't believe this was her life, and how happy all of this made her. Especially at knowing she was so thoroughly pleasing Chloe, who of course continued gleefully providing commentary and even reached down to stroke June's hair as the once innocent blonde started bobbing her head up and down the ass flavoured dick.
"Ooooooohhhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkk yeahhhhhhhh, suck it June! Suck my dick!" Chloe laughed wickedly, her eyes fixed to the pretty blonde head in between her legs bobbing up and down her strap-on, "Suck that big dick clean of your own ass cream you nasty little bitch! Yeahhhhhh, get every drop. Mmmmmm, every fucking drop, oooooooh fuckkkkkk! That's so hot and nasty. Where did you learn to be so nasty June, huh? A sweet little corn-fed thing like you? Did someone corrupt you June? Turn you into a dirty little whore? Their whore? Huh? Mmmmmm yeahhhhhh, I bet someone turned you into their cock sucking whore, and I bet they love it."
Just about avoiding the urge to roll her eyes June concentrated on sucking the strap-on. That was easy at first when it was covered with her ass cream, and she was just focusing on the first few inches, as that was easy and gave her a chance to savour the flavour that she had grown to crave.
But very quickly she was bobbing her head up and down on the first half of the dildo, which was now pressing against the back of her mouth and fully clean. Meaning she had the clear choice of quitting while she was ahead, or trying to take more like Chloe had trained her to do, and clearly so desperately wanted. Which Chloe was only too happy to remind her.
"God yes June, deep throat it!" Chloe encouraged gleefully, her grinned becoming almost painfully wide as she gently but firmly pushed down on June's head, "Deep throat my big dick! Take it deep you beautiful woman, oh fuck! Oh fuck yeah, that's it! Take it! Mmmmm, take it down your fucking throat! Ohhhhhh fuckkkkkkk, that's my girl! Oh yeah, that's my good little deep throating cock sucker! Oooooooh fuck yeah, suck it! Suck it good while your taking my dick down your little throat. Oh fuck yeah, every inch! Yeahhhhhh, get every single inch down your pretty little throat! Fuck June, I've never been more proud of you."
What was really weird was that June felt proud of herself for it. And in a way, it was a sign of their relationship. Chloe was the one who had taught her to deep throat, after all. Before they got together it wasn't a skill June would have ever needed with her ex-fiancé, but she definitely needed it with the types of dildos that Chloe liked a strap around her waist, including this one, and it was extremely thrilling to be able to take every inch.
Which was a recent development, and June was still choking and gagging violently towards the end, but with a lot of effort she was able to stuff the entire length down her throat, and thus give it a thorough cleaning. Of course while the ass cream itself was enough for a reward June normally got another, and this time was no exception.
That reward was Chloe eventually pulling June up into a kiss, and then in what Chloe thought of as a moment of weakness, whispered against her lips, "God June, I love you."
"Urgh, lady boner killer!" June teased, calling back to how their night began.
"Bitch." Chloe laughed, punching June playfully in the arm.
"Uh-huh." June happily agreed, "I'm a bitch's bitch. And I love you too, bitch." |
Cello woke once again from her strange dream. Every so often she would dream of an old temple, and two harps. Whenever she woke from one of these dreams she would have a strange melody stuck in her head for the rest of the day, and it was different every time. She had heard of recurring nightmares but these were normal dreams, and held no meaning that she could figure out. She didn't even know how to read music in real life! Cello had straight light brown hair with a blue streak dyed in it, and hung to her collar. Her eyes were autumn gold and she was fairly tall for a girl, but no curves to speak of.
It was her flat frame that caused her to blush at her dream last night. The pages of the song book had perverse titles this night, involving the expansion of breasts. She felt a tingling in her dream starting in her nipples and turning to a heat and pressure within her modest breasts- but the excitement of the magical music working on her caused her to wake before anything actually happened. She sighed in frustration of her anticlimactic dream and went to have her morning shower. It was late summer, so although the wind was sometimes quite strong and chill, it was more often than not quite hot. She took a cool shower in the mornings to help prepare for the onslaught of the sun. Cello is in her third year of highschool and the school had unfortunately shitty air conditioning. She smirked at the thought that at least that was one good thing about having such a modest bust- no extra insulation. The sweat buildup under a huge pair must be very uncomfortable. She looked down at her erect nipples and bumpy areola from the cool shower water tracing her figure. 34 C, about as average as average got, and absolutely no cleavage at all without pushing them into each other with her hands uncomfortably. She loved the way they felt so she always looked forward to growing bigger but a lot of time has passed now, and with it her hopes of ever surpassing this size. She hummed broken melodies in the shower as she wagged her wet hair back and forth under the stream. An idea dawned on her though, and when she was done she dried herself with haste.
Her cell phone had an app on it that identified songs by the tune, and told you the name. If she could replicate the tune from her dream well enough she could at least decode what spurred these dreams in the first place. Cello had a lower tone but very smooth and melodic voice, she was too shy to be caught anywhere singing but she believed she could copy the song easy enough for the phone. After a minute of remembering the dream as best she could she turned on the app and started to sing the tones. She had to pause a few times and eventually stopped abruptly when she realised she had transitioned to another song entirely! What she was remembering now was fragments of other nearly identical dreams, but each had a different song- creating a musical jumble even she couldn't straighten out. The app did somehow manage to find two matches, but the resemblance was vague at best. Well, so much for that idea, it was worth a shot anyway. She did really wonder how she got the songs stuck in her dreams though, with zero recollection of having heard them while awake.
The day went as usual at school. Hot, boring, soul-draining. Cello did notice a girl named Carol glancing her way every so often for some reason. She was trying to be sneaky about it, but she wasn't good at it. At first Cello thought she had something on her face from breakfast, or her underwater was showing or something but found nothing out of place. Was Carol a lesbian? Cello blushed at the idea, and suddenly was aware that Carol's angry nipples could be seen through her shirt, and her bust was a bit bigger than Cello's. Was she always that big? Everyone was wearing thinner clothing these days because of the heat, and Carol was clearly braless, so that could easily account for the more obvious size. At the end of the day Cello met up with her close friend Bell, and told her of the strange dream the night before. Bell laughed it off, but her own nipples stiffened as she thought of how great such power would be. There had always been rumors around the city of old mythical beings once living there, and objects of power still existing here and there. But like any legend, no one had a damn bit of proof. Years ago one of the students at the school had her breasts suddenly increase in size according to many people. She was back to normal the following day though, so it was just a well done parlor trick. Bell complained about the heat and seemed to squirm a bit in place. Her breasts seemed to be pulling the fabric on the front of her shirt tighter than usual as well today. Cello's dream must have really made her conscious of peoples chests! Bell suggested they hit the library and cool off a bit, and see if they could find anything on magic songs. It was uncharacteristic of her to want to stay at the school longer than she had to, but Cello agreed.
Bell was awfully squirmy and Cello could tell her top was being uncomfortable. When she asked about it Bell shrugged, saying she was the one who did the laundry at her house last and may have shrunk her top. They found most of the legends in the city traced back to a central myth of a two headed Deity named Harm and Monious. Bell kept getting distracted though, talking about how cool magic would be in real life, and how great huge tits would be. Cello had no idea Bell wanted bigger breasts too, and they had known each other a while. They both looked at Bell's tight chest at the sound of fabric ripping. Tiny holes appeared along the seams! Before either of them could speak however, Carol burst into the nearly empty library looking out of breath. It was no wonder she was sweating and out of breath, lugging around that burden. Earlier she had perky nipples, now she had two flesh toned honey melons smuggled in her shirt! Her collar had been ripped halfway down the entire top- both the shiny damp tops and bulbous bottoms of her massive endowments were in open air, with an overtaxed strip of shirt still cutting into their middles!
"Cello! Thank God I found you, I have been asking around if anyone seen you!" She hustled awkwardly over to the other two, not used to her own new size.
"W-what on earth happened to you?" Cello's face was red just looking at her, Carol's shirt depressed her breasts inward a half inch from pressure!
"I have no idea, I was feeling weird since our first class together. I was hoping you could help me figure it out."
"Why me...? What made you think I know anything about it?"
Now Carol's face went rosey. "Well nothing, I just lik-respect y...you're a cool person is all! Most of all I feel I can trust you, and this is a sort of sensitive matter." She squirmed a bit. "On many levels..."
Bell piped up. "Well, did anything weird happen today or yesterday? Did you do something out of the ordinary?"
Carol shook her head. "No. It started this morning in class, I felt weird and my thoughts wandered easily. Then the actual growth started, slow at first but then it got worse. A-and every time it starts my nipples...get super hard for some reason."
Bell suddenly looked distressed. "I think...! Oh boy..."
Carol and Cello looked at her as Bell winced in discomfort and projected her chest forward in her extremely tight top. The seams finally gave out as she pushed forward and her shirt tore in half down the sides. Her shirt was now two sheets of fabric draped down from the still-intact collar. Surprisingly it at least still covered most of her breasts except the very bottoms, and the sides of them were plainly visible from the demolished arms. Bell was out of breath from her quick and sudden fight with her shirt, causing her loose breasts to heave with her breaths. No one said anything for several moments- Bell herself was bewildered and afraid to examine herself even though the other two girls were the only people in visibility.
"Uhm..." Bell cleared her throat. "I seem to have gotten whatever you got." She motioned to the books they had dragged out. "Cello had a dream about a song that could increase breast size, we were seeing if there was any old legends related to it. Now though...it almost seems prophetic. She dreams of breast expansion and suddenly two people get it out of the blue..."
They decided to hit the books a bit more seriously. When the old god had been killed according to the city's legends, Harm's bones had been etched into magical relics, that could theoretically have this sort of power. Problem was, none of the girls had any bone relics, nor have they seen any. Cello felt so weird being sandwiched between these two girls. Bell and Carol sat unusually close on either side, and when Carol moved her shirt would occasionally creak making Cello paranoid the fabric would give out and explode open only inches from her face. This seemed like a rather cruel mockery to her dream! First she is unable to get bigger breasts in her dream, now two other people get bigger boobs without even wanting to! It wasn't too long till Carol's shirt started to groan rather aggressively. It was already tight enough that it looked like the overflow of soft supple flesh above and below was trying to swallow it. Bell leaned the opposite way and Cello pushed her chair way back to avoid the inevitable explosion. Carol looked like she wanted to try and hold them back but was afraid touching them would make things worse. She tried holding her breath and bending at various angles trying to make more room but froze at the sound of ripping, indicating she had failed. Thread by thread the collar progressed farther and farther down and more flesh billowed out like rising dough. There was so much overflow and the shirt sunk into them so far that it almost looked like she had four breasts instead of two. With a shrill moan of desperation and defeat, Carol stopped trying to hold it back and the last inch of shirt surface remaining shredded itself almost instantly. The huge billowing endowments flopped heavily out, undulating forward before swinging down and to either side from their bludgeoning weight. Carol was quick to reach up and grab them, hunching over to try and conceal what she could around her torso as her hands concealed the pale brown areola and nipples as they softened again.
Cello shook her head in disbelief and arousal. She wasn't a lesbian but damn she would love mounds like that on herself. "It's getting worse. We need to figure something out and fast, reading isn't getting us anywhere. Even if there was legends of tit expanding spells, I somehow doubt it would be in the SCHOOL library."
Bell groaned and both the other girls now turned their eyes to her. Her breathing became rapid and she leaned back in her seat as if somehow trying to move away from her own jugs. She told them to stop staring and crossed her arms over her endowments but shivered and froze up when she realised how hyper sensitive they were during growth- especially her big nipples. Her nipples tented the loose fabric immediately to herald the change in the first place, followed by a rippling pressure and pleasurable tingle. The ripples seemed to pulse out from deep in her chest and spread through the breasts before ending at the surface where the skin itself stretched with a faint pleasurable tingle that made her squirm. It wasn't noticeable to anyone else before, but the bigger the breasts got the more apparent it became- her nipples were as thick as pencil erasers and a bit longer, and even her areola were projected out a bit. When her growth stopped she was panting, staring down at her chest like the others were, and adjusting her seating hoping they didn't see how wet she was down there. She actually didn't care one way or another how big she was, but it felt so good to grow and have bigger breasts that in spite the fear of the mysterious condition- she found herself wanting more! The loose flap of her shirt remnant barely covered her areola still- the sides and lower curve of her breasts surpassed its shade. She felt dizzy with embarrassment and the speed her thoughts were buzzing at gave her an idea.
"Minuet! She is really into the legends of this town and all sorts of ancient mythology! Instead of trying to find and figure the information out on our own, it would be faster to ask someone who most likely already knows!"
Carol chuckled. "If she knew how to control breast sizes, I don't think she would be where she is now on the popularity scale."
Cello swatted her on the shoulder. "Rude. OK...do you know where she lives?"
Bell shook her head, unintentionally also making her breasts wag from side to side. "Don't need to, she's a try-hard studier, she is still in the school. She should be in the graphics arts room."
Cello nodded. "Ok that's just one floor down. Carol, you better stay here, or slip into the bathroom. Me and Bell will hustle down to find Minuet."
"W-woah, wait! Take me with you!"
"...you can barely balance on your feet. And your hands are literally the only thing covering your chest."
"Y-yea...but you should...uhm...I should still be with you! What if something else happens to me and I am all alone!?"
"Something's happening to you NOW and I don't seem to be particularly useful!" Cello narrowed her eyes at the desperate and almost lustful look in Carol's eyes, and then looked to Bell. "Bell...keep her company, I will go myself." When both women spoke up against the idea, Cello quickly backed away from them. "You're both acting weird! Whatever is making you grow is also making you unusually clingy! Whatever is happening we should try to resist all of its effects not just some, so it is better for us all if we split up. Bell, hunker down in the far end of the library, Carol, hide in the bathroom. I will find Minuet one my own and see what she knows. If I find anything I will let you know, if not, it's best we head home so at least you'll be safe from prying eyes."
They tried to protest it again, but had little to actually argue with other then their feeling of need toward being with her. Neither said anything aloud, but it wasn't a sense of clinginess- because they still felt the same toward each other. They only felt they needed to be with Cello specifically.
It was easy for Cello to find Minuet silhouetted in front of the only computer monitor still on. Since she did not go outside she actually got away with still wearing a braided sweater, with a huge loose collar and too-long sleeves. An odd choice in the heat even when indoors, but she was an odd girl, and the large garment gave her security like a tortoise's shell. She wore round thin framed glasses- from the distortion of everything seen through their edges you could easily tell she was virtually blind without them. Her hair was wildly curly and a deep golden shade of brown, tied back in a ponytail with a dark green ribbon that matched her forest green eyes. Minuet was a bit shorter than Cello, but her shoes were platformed so their height was equalized.
Minuet easily heard her coming in the otherwise empty room and asked her what she wanted with her soft but slightly rugged voice. Cello had no idea how to explain this, so she approached it hypothetically. At first Minuet's brow hardened thinking her affection for mythology was being mocked. Then her brow lowered as it started to sound like Cello was a dimwit looking to increase her bust size to impress someone. Minuet unenthusiastically explained of two harps supposedly hidden in a chamber somewhere in the city- or at least its past. One controlled body and one controlled mind. The harp that could control body would be able to increase a persons bust- or anything body part really, and the mind harp could influence their behavior like Cello had mentioned. Minuet found her own nipples stiffening talking about the possibility of a song that could increase breast size. That was terribly odd though- under her oversized sweater Minuet was already quite stacked with overzealous double Ds! The reason she dressed so bulky in the first place was because she DIDN'T want big breasts! She wished they were smaller, so why did the idea of bigger turn her on all of a sudden? Her body and her mind were on two different sides of the matter apparently. Cello got visibly excited at the information of the harps, and quickly described her dream to Minuet. Now both their interests were entwined- Cello's description of the harps and chamber matched the legend exactly, but how? Cello had no previous knowledge of it, so how would she dream it?
Knowing full well it sounded like the poorly cobbled plot of an obscure porno flick, Cello finally told Minuet about Bell and Carol upstairs in the library. Minuet actually knew something similar happened at the school before, but as a final precaution- did not tell Cello, and wouldn't till she seen the two others as proof. There was powerful magic hidden away and she could not blurt out information without very good reason. She felt very unusual, and passed it off as the excitement of something so unusual happening. Minuet felt oddly comfortable with Cello, even though they just met. Her nipples remained erect as well, causing them to rub aggressively at their bra confines as she hustled to the library with Cello. When they arrived, Bell had used books to build a small fort around her bust to conceal it as she had now grown past the cover of her shirt remains entirely. Each tit was virtually the size of her head and rest on the table concealed by books, which made Cello nervous about checking on Carol. Almost immediately on seeing this, both Minuet's heart rate and breathing skyrocketed. Two bumps became visible in the huge sea of sweater where normally even her DDs were hidden. She squirmed on her feet and moaned uncontrollably, blushing blood red in embarrassment from her behavior. Her bra clasps bent and finally broke off completely- her bra was ill fit to begin with and she should have been wearing E cups. Without the aid of her bra, her shoulders relaxed and her lower back tensed as the weight shifted forward and down, trying to make her bow. She arched back to try and keep her centre of balance which made her dizzy with embarrassment as it projected her bust forward and made it look like she was displaying them. The curve was now apparent from even through the sweater, which was no easy feat. Their weight made them want to divide on her chest, causing her to put her arms forward as if she was about to try and catch something awkwardly. Her nipples finally softened indicating it was over...for now.
They had no idea the origin of the spell, and to Cello it appeared contagious! But that made no sense. Trying to keep as level headed and logical as she could, Minuet explained that wasn't how the harps worked. It was a spell not a virus, it had to be placed on people, it couldn't just spread from person to person. That meant someone had control of the harps and was using it on these girls...but why? It hit three people seemingly after making contact with Cello, but Cello herself was immune. Ironic, the only one who truly wanted larger breasts is the only one without. It certainly did sound viral though, Minuet admitted. The times they each caught it was different, each when they got within a foot distance of Cello. Minuet felt weird then too, but the actual growth didn't happen till she seen Bell. Minuet sat down carefully, with her chair pulled back so her chest didn't rub the table. She needed to brainstorm, but to get the ball rolling she also took out her cell phone and called her friend Lyra. Minuet knew all the old stories and legends, but Lyra knew where the harps actually were. Lyra has used the actual harps before! Minuet told her to get to the school as quickly as possible, giving only the briefest description of the situation over the phone.
Cello slipped into the bathroom in the meantime to check on Carol. She was expecting to find her hidden a bit better in a stall, not standing in front of a mirror. Carol did not have the strength to hold her monumental mounds up for any length of time so she rest them in the sink as she examined herself, but then they filled the sink...and then they overfilled the sink. Each about the size of a watermelon but only half as firm, they billowed over either side of the sink. Cello froze like a deer in headlights, not knowing how to react.
Carol just smiled timidly. "Come closer, I don't bite. A little much aren't they? I always wondered what it would be like to have bigger boobs and well, here they are! I uh...might need your help getting home. Or a wheelbarrow at least."
"Minuet has a friend with a past in magic so...just stay here for now, we will hopefully figure this out and fix it soon. Hopefully you don't get too much bigger in the meantime."
"Actually I think I topped off."
"Huh?"
"I came here to run cold water on 'em to cool off, and I discovered looking into the mirror seemed to have some connection to the growth, but-" She looked at the reflection of her cleavage and then back to Cello. "It stopped having an effect."
Cello had to think about that. Minuet felt weird when they met but didn't grow till she seen Bell, and Carol grew more when she looked at herself in the mirror. But then how did Carol start growing in the first place with no one else affected to look at? Carol snapped her fingers to bring Cello back to reality, and Cello blushed as she realised she had spaced out thinking while gawking into the cavernous cleavage. Carol said it was fine and offered to let her touch. Cello was going to decline but Carol already gently took her hand and placed it on her left breast. Cello felt the curve, pushing in a bit to feel its elasticity. The spell grew them but did not alter their strength, shape, or consistency at all when it did so. They were soft enough to press in quite far but were quick to bounce back into their original shape. Carol moaned and asked Cello to tug her nipples. Cello felt a bit guilty for feeling her up and went along. Carol bent back and managed to heave the huge melons out with her back alone but then bent back forward and grabbed the bottoms with her hands to hold them up. From the sides it looked like the soft mass ate her hands, they sunk into her breasts deep enough to only be visible from the front. Cello blushed brightly and completely forgot herself in the sight of the huge breasts and went to work kneading the flesh around, and tugging the nipples. Carol enticed her to keep going further, pressing her assets closer and closer. Cello kissed and pressed her face into the soft cleavage, and was eventually toppled over by Carol. Carol got on top of her and went down to kiss her, causing her huge breasts to smother Cello's and spill out over the sides and pin her arms down before their lips met.
Cello gasped as Carol's hand worked its way to the crotch of her pants. "Woah! Wait, no! Too much! Time out, I am...I am not that kind of girl"
Carol smiled. "Oh come now, you were enjoying it."
"Y-yes, but I didn't meant for this, and this is as far as I go!"
Carol tried another pass but Cello aggressively squirmed free, which was no easy task with another woman plus two twenty pound boobs pinning her. Carol stood up again with her and still tried to advance. There was something about the look in her eyes that told Cello she wasn't herself. She dashed back out of the bathroom, hoping that was as far as Carol would follow and went back to see the others. Lyra had arrived now, and while Minuet seemed the same size- Bell was rebuilding her book fort as her boobs had grown again, matching Carol before she overflowed the sink. Lyra had mid length raven hair with a streak of cyan. A bit shorter than Cello, with D cup breasts, a full tattoo sleeve and pierced nipples that were just barely visible through her shirt. The introductions were kept brief. Bell slid her shelter over to sit awkwardly close to Cello. Lyra explained that her older cousin Melody went to this school, and found the twin harps of the fallen God. Lyra herself had used it on rare occasion and had read through the entire dirge of the dead God, but found nothing that would do something like this. There was no contagious spells! If they didn't know better it would seem Cello was behind it, but she wasn't and had never been to the harps in the first place to be able to. There was an awkward silence between them as they tried to figure this out in their heads. The harps could do all sorts of magic but they can't reverse effects if they don't fully know what they are.
Both Bell and Minuet seemed to break the silence, moaning in perfect harmony without meaning to. The book pile pushed over as Bell's breasts started to swell out in all directions, exposing her impressive nipples to open air now, as her shirt remains looked like little more than a bib on her. Breathless moans followed as her breathing became rapid, the sensations bombarding her.
"Oooh...they are so fat...but, they feel so great! I can't stay like this though! Unless...do you...like them?"
Cello slid her chair back without a response and backed away, afraid Bell would make a move like Carol did. She looked to Minuet who was hunched over completely in her chair with Lyra patting her back to comfort her. Her breathing remained laboured longer than Bell's. When she sat up again it was obvious why- her breasts actually tightened the front of her huge sweater! They might actually be bigger than Carol's now! Under the surface beads of sweat tickled the soft flesh- it was tremendously hot in the sweater confines now.
Still a bit out of breath, Minuet spoke up, again trying to keep as level headed as she could. "I think I diagnosed the effects fully. Still no idea what caused all this in the first place, but most of this can be traced to a spell or effect the harps CAN do, and thus, undo." She took a deep breath and spoke as plainly as possible. "I find Cello very attractive, and find my thoughts drifting to breasts. These effects start on proximity to Cello, and only affect women. The bigger the breasts get, the stronger the mental effect. Notice how Carol stopped growing, but Bell is still growing? I also grow exponentially more than they do per spurt. Carol was curious about having bigger tits, and Bell didn't care, and I dislike the idea. The farther the person is from being enamored with Cello and obsessed with boobs, the bigger they grow and the stronger the spell becomes. Which means, I believe..."
Lyra nodded. "No one has a spell on them, except Cello. Its an effect she is having on those around her. I am not sure I can undo that though. I can counterbalance the spells on the individuals, but I am not sure there is a spell to actually break the effect coming from Cello...without experimentally mixing melodies anyway, and that's...really dangerous. Also...my nips are diamonds so I think its effected me now too..."
Without warning Bell smooshed her boobs into Cello's backside and wrapped her arms around her, pinning her arms at her sides. It was already too late when Cello noticed Carol had left the bathroom to come after her, the obsession winning the fight with her modesty.
Minuet bit her lip a bit. "They won't let us take Cello, we will have to work remotely from the harps." Lyra and Minuet went to leave for the harps, as the only way to save any of these girls. "Just don't think about Cello or breasts and you should be fine Lyra. Or, you know, how jiggly they are, and soft and things like that...the soft curves..."
Lyra turned to see Minuet had slowed down considerably, and was breathing heavier. Her nipples were stone hard again and the tickling pulses starting up.
Minuet looked back at the other two mashing their breasts into either side of Cello. "Uhm...I am pretty damn huge, I don't know if I can climb. Maybe I would just slow you down..."
Lyra smiled at the absurdity of it all, placing a hand on her hip and noticing an extra jiggle in her own shirt. "Just ask yourself one thing- will you regret doing it, or regret not doing it?"
Minuet grinned knowingly back. "What's regret?"
"Heh. I will call you when I get to the chamber of the harps."
Carol eased Cello into a chair, though held her down by the shoulders. "Hold on, don't freak out. I won't do anything if you really don't want but...I think you do want it."
Cello shook her head. "I mean... I don't know! I have no idea where this spell came from or why, and you're one to talk- you don't want it! The spell just makes you think you do!"
Bell laughed. "You don't think we figured that much out already? We know ourselves a bit better than that. But, I think I know what Carol is getting at. We don't normally want this, but we DO want it NOW. It will be fun and pleasurable now, so why not? We are alive now, why not live now. I mean, boobs were just sort of there for me, I never really gave them much thought but...mmm.." She grabbed them from below, squeezing two fat armfuls of her fat mountains. "They feel so amazing! I know I could never live like this, I mean I can barely stand, but it feels soooo good right now I can't bring myself to give a shit."
Bell moaned loud and long as her nipples stuck out like arrows. Her breasts jiggled around on their own like a sloshing water balloon as they swelled still larger, surpassing Carol. Shiny with perspiration, so smooth and perfectly formed. She leaned forward to let them hang and grow unhindered by anything, but mostly did it because they were ridiculously oversensitive when they grew. She had to keep a hand on the table because her back couldn't possibly support that position anymore, and fell heavily into the chair after. Her breasts made a loud smack as they flopped down into her lap, taking up the entire thing. Bell was in a haze of pleasure and in spite of three people watching, only one hand returned to her breasts- the other slipped into her pants under the already dark wet patch.
Cello blushed as Bell felt up her breasts openly, flicking her impressive nipples and watching them rebound like a door stopper. Cello turned to Carol. "W-what do they feel like, now that they are so big?
Carol shrugged, causing the bloated hills to ripple with motion. "Normal, sort of. They are ultra sensitive when they grow but once they settle again they feel like they used to. There is more nerves but my hands are still the same size so I can still only grab so much. But it's more than that...the weight as a constant reminder, the feeling of being so huge, so...womanly? I know that's a sort of dated way of thinking but I can't help feeling that way. They are so embarrassing, so FAT! Bloated and obscene, but...that sort of makes it even hotter! Maybe I have some suppressed bondage thing, because I sort of like being anchored down and trapped by these things!"
Everyone looked to Minuet who was sweating and breathing heavily, clutching her chest. They asked if she was OK and she countered with her own question- will they keep their mouths shut about this? If they promised to never mention it again to anyone, Minuet would stop fighting it right now. She knew its triggers, so she could deliberately set it off. Her heart was hammering and she knew she would probably do it regardless of what they said. Her breasts already filled her lap when sitting which meant she matched Bell. She stood when the growth hit her. Because she was deliberately thinking about breasts and not trying to fight the growth it swept over her and overwhelmed her entire body in moments. Her legs shook as miniature orgasms rocked her and she fell to her hands and knees with a blissful smile even as she was panting from the heat. Her breasts and overstuffed sweater already touched the soft library carpet! The faux wool creaked as it stretched. It felt like there was a river of sweat running town the valley of cleavage she had hidden within- she could see down it from the already huge collar of the sweater and it looked like a chasm without end. Minuet had to sit up on her knees, because her breasts were starting to push her up better than her arms were. Her heavy breathing and breathless moans fogged up her own glasses. She started to jerk from side to side from the sensation of her tight sweater. She grabbed at the still loose bottom and wanted so bad to yank it off and be done with it, but did not want the repercussion of exposing herself. But that seemed silly in a situation like this. What she really wanted, was to see this sweater lose. To break it with her body and show it she cannot be contained! The other girls watched in frozen awe as with each exhale the titanic breasts came closer and closer to touching the floor, even with her back arced as far as it could go. Less and less fabric hung loose below them as it was dragged up to compensate the lack of room. The sweater was well worn so holes started to appear here and there across the tightest point in the middle. Soft, tender pink skin bulged out of each hole obscenely as her bosom demanded more space, flushed bright pink with arousal and sensitivity. She started grunting, as if trying to force the growth out faster, to free herself of the sweater. The bottoms of her breasts were flat on the ground, keeping her in her arched back pose all on their own. Even with the sweater between, the soft fat tits dragging further out as they bloated across the carpet felt so good! With a ripping sound and a sudden jerk the holes grew in size and sent the breasts wobbling anew. Soon pin holes became the size of fists and everyone else leaned back, afraid of the violent explosion any more pressure could induce. On her knees, her breasts were taller than she is! It almost looked like she was struggling to breath at all but all her inward gasps turned to one powerful exhaled cry of bliss as her thighs trembled, her jeans darkened at her crotch and her sweater exploded as her mind blanked of all but lust in one final surge! Minuet's final size once broken free was tremendous- the size of tires on construction machines! Even if she stood up, and her breasts still rest on the floor, the tops would be level with her collar.
Minuet was wide eyed and panting, gawking at her own tits as her pussy drooled, she was completely overwhelmed! Bell reached around from behind and cupped Cello's breasts by surprise but received no resistance. Bell slipped her top off and Carol worked the pants and panties down. How could Cello resist now? They were not attached to her but holy cow, the huge tits were most certainly present! They were amazing to behold, never mind touch, and revel in...rub against..worship! Once she was nude Bell spun Cello around suddenly and planted a long, deep kiss on her while she gazed into her golden eyes. The confusion and worry in her eyes was cute, and the arousal and want was the green light she sought. Bell and Cello stumbled back from Bell's off-balance and Cello had the softest imaginable landing right into Minuet's boobs! The smooth, taught, and sweaty flesh allowed her to slide deep into the cleavage with little resistance as the pillowy masses smothered her on all sides! Bell leaned over them and rest her own breasts on them, with her prodigious nipples pointing at Cello's face for a less than subtle hint. Cello nibbled and flicked the nipples with teeth and tongue, and the breast-on-breast touching was heavenly! Not wanting to be left out, Carol mashed her own breasts between the floor and Minuet's, so she could get at Cello's still exposed pussy, plump with desire. Bell's breasts covered her face, Minuet her body and Carol's endowments pressed her inner thighs! Cello was completely buried in slick, soft, fat boobs! She clenched her eyes shut as her muscles tightened from pleasure overload.
Cello screamed out her pleasure and exploded liquid love all over the chamber floor as she opened her eyes quickly and realised she was somewhere else entirely. Lyra cleared her throat, and waited for her to collect herself, trying to call as little attention to the fact she was butt naked as possible. Lyra crossed her arms under breasts that were at least a cup size larger than before- now her nipple rings were visible through the shirt easily. Cello was dizzy, her vision a bit blurry and she stood shakily with an arm across her chest and hand in front of her womanhood, in the best attempt of modesty she could muster.
"Where are we? What happened?"
"The chamber of the harps...and I didn't summon you here...HE did."
Cello visibly shook in fear and gasped at the sight of a titanic skull floating at the far end of the chamber over a chasm. Swathed in blue soulfire it gazed at the two of them. "You wish to undo what you have done?"
"M-me? How did I do all this?"
"You sung the notes of several songs together, and created a rather potent melody of your own design. Others shared your desire for breasts, but with a libido enhancing tune and breast expansion, the effects all played off of one another."
Lyra furrowed her brows. "Sung the songs? From her dream right? But that should be impossible. I have played the songs on other instruments, even other harps and they do nothing."
Cello nodded, temporarily forgetting her nakedness and dropping her arms. "And how did I have dreams of this place and accurate songs if I have never even been here before?!" She looked around quickly, trying to take in as much of her surroundings as she could without being rude to the spirit of the God Harm.
Harm chuckled. "Impossible for a human, yes. You remember nothing consciously, eh, brother? Cello is the reincarnation of the God Monious- my other half. I was never buried, so my soul remains here in limbo. Monious was laid to rest, so his soul passed on, and was reborn...as you."
There was a very long pause as Cello tried to process that information, and figure out if it was joking as some form of test. "So I am...a God?"
"Your power will only be half of what it once was, and you were never indestructible or anything- as our deaths attest. I imagine your strength to be equal to these harps. As you have no memory of how to use them though...I suggest you take the dirge of the dead God, and use it as your own spell book. Your voice can do everything these harps can."
With a brief lesson, Harm negated the spell Cello placed on herself unintentionally, which ripples out to revert the other girls to their normal forms and state of mind. They had to scramble down to the changing room and loot lockers for tops, and the janitor was upset when he had to let them out of a school that was supposed to be closed by then. Cello wore an outfit just like the one she stripped out of, but built it from thin air and shaped it on her voice. She stood on the side of the mountain at the mouth of the chamber the ancient harps slept in and looked up at the silver sky. With a loud, sharp whistle a huge crack appeared down the middle of the clouds and the sunlight started to filter down onto the city.
Cello just smiled. "This will be fun..." |
Title: Bess Ch. 11
Tags: oral sex, squirting, first time
Bess was so happy to see her aunt. It had been over a year since Bess left Minnesota and even though she had talked to her by phone, Bess hadn't seen Deidre in all that time. In the middle of O'Hare terminal, she gave her a big hug.
"Oh, Auntie, it is so good to see you again," she gushed and she kissed her cheek. "We have so much to talk about."
After grabbing her bag, Bess led her to the curb where they hailed a cab. Both entered it and they were on their way downtown.
"Hey, don't I know you?" the cabbie said without looking at her. "You're that sports lady at all the games."
Bess smiled. "Yes, I am. Nice of you to notice. Now please take us to the arena."
"Sure," he replied. "Wait till I tell the guys."
The cab drove them quickly to the game as Bess explained to Deidre what was going on. "I have to do the pre-game report, then the half time one, and then the postgame. I'll join you in the luxury box in between. If you want, you can watch me work. You can make Uncle Scott jealous. It is the network's box so there will be plenty of people there. Don't worry, I'll introduce you. You'll be fine."
Deidre barely had time to catch her breath, from the plane to cab and now the game. Things were moving quickly. "Wow! You're pretty busy. Did I come at a bad time?"
"No, it is a great time," Bess explained. "I have the game tonight and then both teams, the Bulls and 'Hawks are out of town or off. I 'm off until the 11 o'clock news tomorrow night. So we'll have plenty of time together."
Bess was true to her words. Deidre stood nearby as she went through her routine and was very impressed with what she saw. Bess was the consummate pro. She asked the right questions, the coach and players seemed at ease with her, and the camera crew respected her. Up in the luxury box, Bess moved smoothly with the big wigs and seemed to fit right in. Yes, Deidre was very impressed.
The game ended with a Bulls' victory and after the wrap-up the two headed over to Bess' apartment. Deidre tried to remember everything so she could tell Scott but she wasn't much of a basketball fan. She knew he'd be jealous of her. Overall though she had a good time. They grabbed some Chinese take out for a late night feast and girl talk.
"Make yourself at home, Dee," Bess said. "If you want, you can change your clothes and put on something more casual. Relax."
Bess brought out an oversize Bear's shirt. "Here, put this on. It covers all." She already had on a Cub's shirt that reached to her mid-thigh. Barefooted, she headed for the kitchen. "Beer goes well with Chinese."
They spread out the food on the coffee table and sat on either side. They soon were laughing and discussing all sorts of things.
"Who was the big guy with the moustache?" Deidre asked.
"That's Jim, from marketing. Why?"
"Because I think he was hitting on me all game."
"That sounds like Jim." Bess laughed. "Thinks he's God's gift to women. He's married and his wife has him on a short leash. I believe if you came on to him, he'd wouldn't know what to do."
"Besides Jim, everyone else was very nice."
They talked about Carly and that she was getting married soon; the 2 boys and how college was looming for them; and of course Scott. It never ceased to amaze Bess how Deidre talked about him. She always was positive about their marriage and him. It was no act. She had never been happier.
Bess also noticed in the time Deidre knew Scott she had grown more attractive. Bess felt her aunt was always that way but now Deidre was showing it off. Whether it was self-confidence or something else, other people noticed it too. And it all seemed to come naturally.
Deidre put her beer down. "This might not be the time but I need to ask this. Why in Heaven's name did you get involved with Bonnie and Black Leather?"
"That's a fair question and I'll try to answer it," Bess began. " Since middle school, I've loved sex. From the first time I made myself cum, I knew I loved the feeling. In high school I found out I was pretty good at it too. The boys thought they were using me but really I was using them. Even the occasional girl was fine with me. Yes, Auntie, even Carly."
Deidre looked at her with a surprised look on her face. "Bess, you were so good at so many things in school. Why?"
"Maybe but it didn't come naturally. Carly was the really good volleyball player and she made everyone around her look good. Even my grades weren't easy. I was never sure what I wanted to do with my life and I didn't get much help."
"You're not going to blame..." Deidre said.
Bess raised her hand. "No blame but you know mom and dad weren't the best parents. I spent more time with you or over at Carly's. Both of them were sleeping around each, with numerous partners. Don't tell me you didn't know."
"I knew."
"So there's mom and dad, a great example of a loving couple. Then Uncle Joe leaves you for some younger bitch after you gave him everything. Every times I think of that, I can't believe it. Then Carly's mom walks out on Scott because he was stifling her. So when Bonnie approached me with the idea, I was open to it. I could do something I liked, was real good at, and make big money."
Deidre lowered her head and said quietly, "I'm sorry. I didn't know. What changed your mind?"
"That night I came over to your house in the middle of night."
"You were in bad shape," Deidre said.
"Yes but that wasn't the reason I quit. What I learned that time was to never lose control of a situation. That wasn't going to stop me. What I found out was that I was truly loved no questions asked. You, Scott, and Carly were there for me 100%. Also the way you and Scott are so much in love with each, it is so obvious. It made me think there might be someone for me. Then Carly is the best friend anyone could have. Her boyfriend is a great guy. They are just perfect for each. She has been with me all the way. So I moved to Chicago, have a great job that I'm pretty good at, made some good friends, so here I am. And I owe a lot to you, Auntie." Bess raised her beer in salute. "Thank you."
Deidre awoke the next morning to the smell of bacon, eggs, and fresh coffee.
"It is about time you got up." Bess laughed. "Thought you might sleep all morning."
"Not use to staying up that late. You know, us old people."
"You're not that old and besides you look great. Why do you think Jim hit on you? You're one sexy lady."
Deidre blushed. "So where are we off to today?"
"Remember Ferris Bueller? We are going to have a day like his, without the parade."
"That's my favorite part." Both laughed.
Bess took her to the top of the John Hancock Building first so Deidre could get a good look at the entire city. The view took her breath away even though they didn't stand on the railing. "We're not in Minnesota any more," Deidre thought.
Then it was off to North Michigan Ave for shopping, people watching, and good eating. Deidre was amazed at all the activity on the street and the variety of stores. Scott had told her not to worry about money and to have a good time. Bess and she hit all the fashion stores and tried on as much clothes as they could. Deidre found a little black dress she just had to have. With Bess' encouragement, she brought it. Of course she got all the accessories too.
After a quick, light lunch, it was off to the art museum. They both went their separate ways while in the museum. Bess liked sculpture while Deidre was drawn to the Impressionists especially Renoir and Monet. Time seemed to stand still as she wandered the hallways.
"Well, how did you like it?" Bess asked as they entered her apartment. "A lot different than the Twin Cities."
"I'll say," she said as she collapsed on the couch, dropping her packages around her. "I can see why you love it here. There is so much going on but I'll take my home town."
"Don't get too settled in," Bess said, "We have dinner reservation for 7. Not real dressy but kind of upscale. I want you to meet Nancy. I think you two will get along fine. You have time for a bath or shower if you want one."
"That sounds nice."
Bess and Deidre left the cab and walked a short distance to the restaurant. To anyone who noticed them they seemed like two attractive women out for a night on the town. Each wore dresses that complemented their figures without calling undue notice to them. Upon entering the restaurant, they headed for the bar. "Wait here, Auntie," Bess said, "I'll see if Nancy is here. If not, we'll wait here. I'll be right back." And she left.
Deidre stood at the end of the bar, waiting. Suddenly a man's voice said, "Hi there. May I buy you a drink?" He looked about thirty as he moved closer.
Totally flustered, Deidre said nothing for a few seconds, then mumbled, "No, no thank you." In her mind, she shouted, "Bess, where are you?"
Someone grabbed her arm. Bess! "Come on Dee, Nancy waiting for us." And pulled her away.
Making their way to the table, Bess leaned closer. "What's going on here? I leave you alone for a few minutes and guys are hitting on you. Twice in 2 days. What's your secret?"
Before she could answer, they were at their table. Seated there was a woman with short chestnut hair and sparkling green eyes. She appeared to be in her mid-thirties and as she stood, she was a little shorter than Deidre.
"Hi, I'm Nancy," she said. "You must be Deidre. I've heard a lot of good things about you."
Deidre shook Nancy's hand and sat down. Already she could see why Bess liked Nancy. It seemed she was the type of person you could talk to honestly and openly. "So you are a CEO of a large company. Bess told me last night."
With that, Nancy told her about herself. She was more than a CEO; she was part owner, a wife and a mother of 2 children. It seemed Deidre had a few things in common with her.
As dinner was served, Bess spoke up. "Auntie, I owe a lot to you. You have been more than an aunt. You have been a friend, a parent, someone I admire. I can never thank you enough so with Nancy's help, I'd like to give you these." She handed Deidre an envelope.
"You don't owe me anything," Deidre replied, pushing the envelope back unopened.
"Please take it," Bess' eyes said it all.
Deidre opened the envelope. Inside it were two plane tickets, good anytime, to the Bahamas. A note explained that all expenses were to be paid. "I can't take these."
"Yes, you can," Nancy said. "Bess has told me all you have done for her. She wanted to thank you in some special way. The trip was her idea. To make it really special, I said you could use my home in the Bahamas. I need someone to watch the house sometimes so think of you working for me that week."
"Still, I don't know."
"There is no discussion here," Bess said. "Besides you can't turn down a gift. You told me that yourself, many times."
Dinner was excellent and the conversation was too. The wine loosened up Deidre to the point that it seemed as if Nancy and her were old friends. Bess had to excuse herself before the dessert was served. She had to be at the studio for the 11 o'clock news.
"Look, I have to go now," Bess said rising from the table. "Should be done by midnight."
Nancy looked at Bess then Deidre. "How about we go back to my place? It's not far and you can meet us there. Ok?"
"Ok with me. Auntie?"
The three left the restaurant together. Bess took a cab to the studio and the others walked to Nancy's apartment. It was quite a place.
"It's the company's. I stay here if I'm working late or there is bad weather or I just need time alone. Make yourself comfortable."
Deidre did just that. She removed her shoes and stretched on the couch. She stifled a yawn.
"I saw that," Nancy said bringing out two glasses and a bottle of wine. "You know if it is a problem, you can stay here. I'm sure I have something you can wear. Let's go look."
Nancy led Deidre into the bedroom and walked to her dresser. She pulled open a drawer and stood looking into it. She reached in and took out 2 mid-thigh length nightgowns. One was light blue, the other dark pink. "We seem to be about the same size. Pick one."
Deidre chose the blue one and went the bathroom to change. After undressing and putting on the gown, it was obvious that they were only close in size. She opened the bathroom door and entered the room.
Nancy did a double take and then said, "Wow!"
Deidre's breasts overflowed the top and the thin straps strained to hold them. "I guess I'm a little bigger than you."
"That's alright. It's just us girls." Nancy thought to herself, "She looks fantastic," and an idea began to take shape. "Let's go back to the living room and talk."
Nancy poured a glass of wine for each of them as they sat at opposite ends of the couch. Nancy kept the lights low and turned on some soft music. They sat in silence, sipping their wine, both relaxed.
Nancy broke the silence. "You don't have to answer this if you don't want to but did Bess actually seduced your husband?"
"Well, Scott wasn't my husband then. Bess introduced us later but yes, she did."
"That doesn't bother you?"
"Not really. Scott was going through a rough time. His wife had just walked out him so Bess decided she could help. A little unusual, I'll admit."
"Well, Scott is a very lucky man. Bess, now you." Nancy moved closer to Deidre and put her hand on Deidre's thigh.
Deidre took a drink of her wine and Nancy topped it off.
"Now it's my turn," Deidre said. "How did you meet Bess?"
"In all honesty, I was one of her clients. I was on a business trip to St. Paul and I wanted someone to be with. A mutual friend suggested Bess."
"So you and her...?"
"Occasionally. When we feel the need. Yes we are lovers but she is also my best friend. Perhaps you and I..." All the time Nancy kept rubbing Deidre's thigh.
Deidre looked at Nancy's hand and could feel the warmth. "Are you hitting on me?" she laughed.
"What would you say if I was? Would that be a bad thing?"
Sitting back in her seat, Deidre said, "I'd tell you that you are barking up the wrong tree. I'm not a lesbian, which is why I married Scott."
Nancy sighed loudly and replied, "I'm married too. Gay, straight, bi-, lesbian. We have all these labels that we place on everyone, like everyone belongs in a box. The gays in this box, the straights in this one. I don't consider myself a lesbian either. Some days I crave a big, hard, throbbing, pulsing cock. I want to lick it, suck it, and fuck it. Then there are other times, I feel like diving into the slick, silky soft folds of a creamy pussy. I want to lick it, taste it, and drink all the lovely juices."
Deidre felt her face blushing as she listened to Nancy. She had never in her life been sexually attracted to any woman, but there was something about Nancy that was getting to her. Maybe it was the alcohol. She realized that she had been holding her breath, listening to the sexy sound of Nancy's voice. When Nancy slid her hand higher on Deidre's thigh, Dee realized just how wet she had become.
Nancy slid closer and when Deidre looked at her, Nancy smiled warmly and said, "It's okay to try something different, you know. It won't mean you're a lesbian either, just that you are adventurous. Why don't you come with me to the bedroom. I'll let you decide how far we go, and if you are uncomfortable, we'll stop."
It was so difficult for Deidre to think straight at this moment. The past two days had been so great. "I...I don't think that...I could do that. I just..."
"Ssshhh, just let yourself go for a change," Nancy said, reaching up and caressing the side of Deidre's face. "Take a chance and allow yourself to have a very pleasurable experience. I promise you won't regret it."
"But...I never..." Deidre's mind was in a quandary. She knew she should say no, she wasn't a lesbian and she wasn't into having sex with someone she just met, but for some reason, she didn't no.
"It's okay, I'll teach you."
There was something about Nancy that Deidre couldn't resist. She was nervous and shaking as she nodded her head and whispered, "Okay, I'll try." She almost felt guilty when she said it and nearly recanted, but when she saw Nancy's bright beaming smile, she felt better.
"Would it be alright if I kissed you?" Nancy asked.
Deidre's eyes looked at Nancy's lips for a second, then back up into her eyes and she nodded. Once again Nancy smiled and moved closer. As she moved closer, Deidre could smell her perfume and it smelled really good.
The kiss was one of the most sensuous, erotic kisses she had ever experienced and it made her juices flow and her nipples harden. She had never felt such soft lips and when she felt the tip of Nancy's tongue touch her lips and slide between them, she almost had an orgasm right then. By the time the kiss broke, she was breathing heavily, her eyes closed and her mouth open slightly, the moisture causing her lips to shine
"Mmm, let's go to the bedroom," Nancy said, ushering Deidre down the hallway towards the bedroom. Like she was in a dream, Deidre allowed herself to be led into the bedroom and over to the bed. It was so strange to be here with this woman, who wanted to have sex with her, and the strangest thing was she wanted it too.
Deidre sat on the edge of the bed, her body trembling from nervousness and excitement. Nancy stood in front of her and caressed her face gently, pushing her hair to the side and tucking it behind her ear. She bent over, tipped Deidre's head up, and started kissing her face. Starting at her forehead, she slowly kissed down around her eye to her cheek. She moved close to her mouth, and then teasingly moved away, kissing back along her jawbone to the spot just below her ear. She spent some time gently kissing, licking, sucking and nibbling the sensitive spot. She could tell by her reaction Deidre was enjoying it.
Nancy moved up so her lips were at Deidre's ear and she whispered, "I want to lick every inch of your sexy body." She felt Deidre shudder. Nancy grinned as she moved down, licking Deidre's neck.
She had never been with a woman before but her whole body felt like it was melting when Nancy was nibbling below her ear. When she whispered that she wanted to lick every inch of her body, Deidre's pussy got wetter. God, how she wanted this woman more than anything right now.
Deidre felt the straps of her gown being pushed down and her top lowered. She could feel the cool air against her breasts.
"You are so sexy," Nancy whispered with a smile. Her hands slid down the sides of Deidre's breasts as she continued to kiss her on the cheek and below the ear. She slid her mouth around and kissed her. It was a deep passionate kiss and she slid her tongue into her mouth, causing Deidre to moan, her breaths coming in ragged gasps.
This was more intense than the first one. Nancy's tongue was everywhere in Deidre's mouth. Deidre no longer cared. Her body was responding to every touch as if she was being shocked.
Nancy noticed a difference in this kiss about halfway through it. Whereas before, Deidre was stiff and tense, she was now responsive and relaxed. Pulling back from the kiss, Nancy leaned down further and kissed the top of one of Deidre's breast. She lifted it in her hand and looked at the erect nipple surrounded by a large, half-dollar size aureole. "Beautiful," she said and gently sucked the nipple into her mouth.
"Heavenly" was the word that came to Deidre's mind as to what it felt like having Nancy's lips wrapped around her nipple. She was so turned on at that moment that her panties were soaked from her flowing juices. She felt herself being gently pushed backwards and she allowed herself to be lowered across the bed, Nancy's lips never leaving her nipple. Nancy's tongue swirled around and around eliciting shivers of delight from Deidre. She squeezed her thighs together, her pussy throbbing.
Nancy was sucking hard on the nipple now, drawing more and more into her mouth. It felt so good that Deidre pressed her hands to the back of Nancy's head and moaned, "Oh God, yes."
Finally Nancy pulled off the nipple, her mouth making a loud smacking sound and leaving a red circle around Deidre's nipple. She looked into Deidre's face and said, " Beg me to lick your pussy. You know you want me to."
"Oh God, please lick me please. I need it so bad," Deidre moaned.
Nancy rolled Deidre's nightie up so it was bunched around her waist. Nancy stood between her legs and looked at the sexy sight before her. Deidre was squirming on the bed, her hips moving slowing as if begging for her touch. With a sly smile, she began to kiss her way up the inside of Deidre's thighs, first one side then the other. She made her way slowly, teasingly closer and closer to the panty covered pussy.
As she moved closer, she slid her hands up the outsides of Deidre's legs until her fingers hooked the elastic band of her panties and she began to pull them down. She lowered them to the top of Deidre's bush and some hairs peeked out. Nancy pushed her face into the panties and breathed in the moist fragrance, her eyes closing as she inhaled deeply, enjoying the wonderful scent of Deidre's sexually excited pussy.
Deidre was about to go completely overboard by the time she felt Nancy press against her underwear. She could feel the coolness every time Nancy breathed deeply through her nose. She felt something else and it took her a few seconds before she realized that it was Nancy's tongue pushing against the fabric, forcing her lips apart.
Afraid she couldn't stand much more; she lifted her head and looked at Nancy. She said, "Good God girl, I need to cum so badly. Let me cum."
That was exactly what Nancy wanted to hear and she tugged Deidre's panties the rest of the way down, exposed her trimmed swollen pussy. She moved her head back between her legs, sticking her tongue out, moving it to within inches of Deidre's pussy.
Deidre desperately needed to cum and when she saw Nancy's tongue moving right up to her pussy, she sighed loudly and dropped her head onto the bed in anticipation of the feeling, but it didn't happen. Once again she lifted up to see what Nancy was doing and saw her grinning just inches away from her throbbing pussy.
"Is there something wrong?" she asked breathlessly.
"I want you to give me your word that you will lick my pussy too. I know that you've never done this before, so I thought that you might be hesitant to do me. Promise that you will and I'll give you the best orgasm you've ever had."
Deidre was past thinking. She needed to cum badly. Without the slightest hesitation, she blurted out, "Yes! Yes I'll do it, whatever you want me to do. I promise, just please finish me."
Nancy dove in the wettest pussy she ever tasted, and began lapping up Deidre's juices. She was a woman on a mission, licking around the lips but intentionally avoiding the clit. She could hear Deidre moan and grunt and that pushed her on. Finally she slid the first two fingers of her right hand inside the hot pussy and curled them up, searching for the g-spot. She knew she found it when Deidre bucked and sucked in her breath. That was when Nancy went all in.
Deidre felt herself being invaded by two slim fingers. They rubbed the top part of the inside of her vagina until they hit a spot that sent a jolt of pleasure through her entire body. She jumped, and at that moment, Nancy clamped her mouth over Deidre's swollen clit, sucking and flicking the sensitive nub with her tongue, sending Deidre past the point of no return.
"Oh Fuck, yes! Yes! Oh God!" Deidre wailed as her whole body went rigid and her pussy began pleasurable spasms of orgasm. She tried to hold back, to ride it out. The feeling was so unexpected and strong and with Nancy's fingers rubbing inside her, the intensity became overwhelming. She lost control and squirted some juices.
"Oh yeah baby, let it go and spray that cum!" Nancy yelled as the spray squirted out around her fingers.
She felt Nancy redouble her efforts and the pleasure returned. This time she didn't fight it. She felt a gush come spraying out and Nancy pulled back her face but kept stroking that spot inside her, which made the orgasm go on and on. Deidre opened her mouth in a cry of release, "Oh fuck, yes!"
Scott had made her squirt a few times, especially when he went down on her but nothing like this. She left a puddle on the floor and had to push Nancy's hand away as the pleasure became too much for her to take.
Nancy stepped away from the bed and went to the bathroom where she picked up a large bath towel and brought it back to mop up the puddle. Then she crawled onto the bed beside Deidre, watching her come back to earth after her orgasm.
"God you look so sexy after having an orgasm," she said.
Deidre grinned and giggled a bit. "I don't know how you did that but I'm so glad you did. I have never squirted like that in my life. I thought my heart was going to stop, but it felt so good." She reached down and pulled her gown off, stretching her hands over her head.
Nancy kissed Deidre on the shoulder and cupping her full breast, said, "So are you ready to do the same for me?"
"I think so. I want to try, but I've never done anything like this before. You'll have to bear with me."
"I think you'll do just fine," Nancy said with a warm grin.
It was hard for Deidre to explain her sudden attraction to Nancy. She had never even fantasized of doing another woman but it felt so comfortable with her. Looking into Nancy's green eyes, it seemed so right. She rolled over onto her side and slid her leg over Nancy's leg. She placed her hand on her breast.
"Let's take your gown off," she said, moving so Nancy could sit up. Nancy pulled her gown over her head, and then lay back on the bed so Deidre could explore her breasts.
And what beautiful breasts they were. Deidre loved how they looked, the nipples tilted slightly upward. She cupped one then the other. She noticed how smooth and soft the skin was. Nancy's breasts were smaller than Deidre's but still felt full in her hand. She lightly pinched each nipple until they both stood erect. All the while Nancy had a bemused smile on her face as she watched Deidre becoming entranced, staring at her breasts.
"Why do you try sucking them?'" she whispered.
Deidre nodded slowly, then in and took one of the nipples into her mouth. She gently flicked her tongue around the little nub, getting a gasp from Nancy. Taking that as a good sign, she sucked the other nipple also, this time hearing a 'mmm' sound from Nancy. Deidre could feel her own nipples begin to harden and her pussy clench as she continue to suck on Nancy's nipples. First one, then the other. The nipples were fun to suck on but she wanted more.
Getting on her knees, she looked at Nancy's panties. They were a frilly black mesh thong that barely covered her. Removing them, Deidre got her good look at Nancy's pussy.
Nancy kept her bush well trim but shaved around her lips. Deidre thought that it looked incredibly hot. The lips were puffy and already moist. She was surprised at how ready she was to lick pussy for the first time. She sighed as she moved closer, getting more turned on by the thought. She smelled the intoxicating scent of Nancy's pussy and her mouth watered in anticipation. Just as she was getting ready to taste the moist folds, her inner voice started saying, "What the hell are you doing?" and she froze.
For a few moments, Nancy just lay there waiting for Deidre to start but when the moment dragged on; she sat up and said, "What's wrong?"
Deidre wasn't sure why all of a sudden she felt like she did, when just seconds before she was ready to dive in. Apparently after her orgasms or the alcohol wore off, she was having second thoughts. "I don't know if I can do this."
Instead of being angry, Nancy sat up and embraced Deidre. Then she pulled back and said, " It's okay if you can't continue but I really think that you should try. What's the worst that can happen?"
Deidre really wanted to. Her pussy ache and her mouth yearned to taste Nancy's juices.
"So...are you going to eat me or do I have to take matters into my own hands?"
Giving a low moan, Deidre began to lean forward. This time, as Nancy began to lie back, she placed her legs around Deidre's neck and slowly pulled her forward. She didn't attempt to pull away this time. Instead she went for it, sliding her nose into Nancy's soft folds and driving her tongue into her pussy. She decided right away she liked the taste and from that moment on she had one task in mind. She would return the favor and make Nancy cum.
For the next several minutes, she licked, flicked and fingered Nancy's sopping wet pussy, trying to duplicate what Nancy did to her. As she continued to eat the sweet pussy, she slid her hand down to her own pussy. It was dripping her juices and hot to the touch. Quickly she found her clit and began to furiously rub it. The hard she rubbed, the more frantic was her licking.
Nancy saw what Deidre was doing and groaned, "Cum with me!"
All of Deidre's efforts paid off as Nancy began to cum. "Fuck me with your tongue, don't stop," she screamed. She didn't squirt but a lot of white creamy liquid seeped out of her pussy and she bucked against Deidre's tongue. Deidre tried to lick all of it into her mouth. She came herself and buried her face into wet pussy.
The two women collapse on the bed. For a few minutes, the only sound was their breathing as they tried to catch their breath. Nancy lifted Deidre's head from her crotch. "So how was it?" she asked.
"I still can't believe I did it. It was fantastic. Did I do you right?"
"You were great. Are you sure you haven't done this before?" she laughed.
Deidre moved up beside Nancy and rolled onto her back, stretching. Nancy looked over at her and thought, "Good God, this woman is so sexy but she doesn't even realize it." Nancy leaned over and kissed her.
"I'm going to take a shower," Nancy said jumping off the bed. "Care to join me?"
"In a minute," Deidre sighed.
"Okay, well I'm going to jump in now." With that, she headed for the bathroom.
Deidre gave herself a few minutes to think about what just occurred. She just made love to woman, actually licked her pussy and allowed a woman to lick hers. She had at least three amazing orgasms and she didn't feel guilty about it. It was something she found enjoyable but definitely a one time fling. In the end it was missing something and she knew what it was. She smiled, got out of the bed, and headed for the shower.
Bess came in and found the two women in the living room, dressed in their nightgowns, enjoying a late snack and talking. "Sorry, I'm late but there was a breaking story. It turned out to be just a rumor but we needed to chase it down. Did you find something to talk about?"
Nancy looked at Deidre and smiled. "Oh yes we found plenty to talk about." |
House of the Rising Sun The dust from the road whipped up in small eddies from the wind that blew down the street. Stirred up by the many feet, both man and horse, that trod upon the ground. The sun, sinking low in the distance, shone across the many buildings with a red, angry glow as the haze and heat made everything swelter.
She paid it no mind though. Her soft footfalls hidden by the rustle of her skirt as she carefully picked her way through the crowd, a small fan used to ward off the heat and the occasional flirtatious passerby. Ahead loomed her destination.
The building faced just south of east; its great doors painted red like a great gaping maw, for this was a building that ate souls. Stretches of windows, each shrouded like a lidded eye along its heavy clapboard walls. The stature of the building was such that it stood out from its peers amidst the city, and the whitewash that cloaked it was stark in its simplicity. She felt the cool touch of the stone rails as she mounted the worn stairs, trod by hundreds each night, her own feet feeling the aging wood bowing with each delicate step.
Inside she put down her fan, straightened her skirts and shook the road dust from her shawl. The rooms were yet quiet, and she took a moment to set her things behind a small counter watched over by the hawkish doorman. He said nothing, and in her many years here she could never remember him so much as smiling, but his dour, taciturn presence was a comfort to her. Immovable, stable.
Stepping foot beyond the foyer, she entered the large gallery that stretched down the center of the manor’s southerly wing, its high ceilings vaulting up toward heavy chandeliers painted with gold and sparkling with lead crystals that sparkled in the flickering light of a thousand candles. The floor beneath her feet was worn smooth by a thousand dances. It wouldn’t be long before the dance began again.
Disappearing into a small room she checked her face in the small mirror. Pots and oils lay about for make-up, but she needed it not. Turning her face this way and that she checked for even the slightest flaw, and found none. Her looks charmed even the most steadfast heart from his ways. She straightened her dress once more, ensuring the bustle fitted her nicely. Turning down her sharp collar, she undid the small buttons to reveal her cleavage in ways most scandalous to the public. Pushing up her breasts over the corset, she made sure they looked plump and delectable to any male gaze that happened her way.
Exiting the powder room, she glanced about the great hall once more. Shadowy figures now moved about in the dying light of the day as the room became lit only with the sparkling candlelight. Moving sensually through the hall, wary of each footfall, she took her place at the foot of the great staircase. There more like her lined up, a delicate array of sensual flesh that waited for their call to duty. Each made to please.
Far to the end of the hall the flash of the sun setting over the bayou marked the start of the evening festivities as figures slowly drifted in from their labors that day. Tall, short, heavy, and thin. Some came boldly, caring not for the shame of the walk. Others came furtively, each step a trial in their mind, unwilling to admit to their need. She watched them with hard, dark eyes. It mattered not to her; the evening would be the same.
She never waited long. None of them did. Soon the music started, from a piano that sat in the far corner, accompanied by a small group of players. She could feel the music in her, but it didn’t sooth like it once did. Nothing did. The bawdy twang of the banjo or the sharp staccato of the flute, even the rapid tempo of the fiddle brough no joy this night or any other.
Soon she found her arms swept up, and across the dancefloor she paced in the arms of one man, then another. Some would whisper dark secrets; others promises and pledges of love and devotion. She ignored them all, feigning interest and fluttering her lashes until one would finally lead her to the stairs. Her dark business at hand.
Her feet trod up those stairs many times. Each time a little different, but each time the same. Escorted into one of the dark rooms. Inexpert hands fumbling at the claps of her dress. Impatient fingers reaching for her as she disrobed. The shock always gave way to the lust, and she felt their hands upon her. Some more careful, others hurried, some lacking in any tenderness. She accepted them all. She was here for this, and her body responded as it needed. But her mind was still her own, and it drifted in these moments as the motions played out time and time again between dusk and dawn. She felt their hands grasp her rounded hips, her generous thighs, and her firm buttocks. Some pulling her in, others kneading and rubbing. The flesh of her body waited for each touch, filling each hand perfectly with whatever it sought. Deep kisses that lacked passion, or the suckling upon her swollen breast. A few tried to fumble through some form of pleasure for her, but she just sighed and spread her legs to allow for what they truly wished.
She felt her flesh jiggle. Built for nothing more as she took shaft after shaft. Some bigger, some smaller, none truly satisfying. Her own body responsive, but she was far from the room, wondering what if she had taken another path. Perhaps someday she would find a way to take that path. A way, away from this life and those dark red doors.
Each trip up those dark stairs would end the same way. Him, his name still unknown, panting next to her, his seed spilt across her graceful form. She would rise, washing off with the nearby basin, removing the sticky whiteness from her delicate folds and soft fuzz. But them? They would always slink away. Suits in disarray, trousers half buckled as they fled down the stairs in their shame. Only a few would preen at their conquest, but she cared not. What was conquest when it was bought for a few coins? The night went on, and so it was that each man touched her, yet never found her. She rode one, then spread herself open for another, but it was all the same. Soon enough the music began to fade as the players departed, and the last man of the night came to her. One more trip up the stairs, his large hands creeping over the small of her back, impatient and ready. He was rougher than the rest, and she felt his heavy grip upon her hips as his need demanded. She bent forward willingly, taking it all in, feeling the last of the nightly deposits filling her, dripping from her, splayed open upon the bed, her womanhood on display to his pleasure.
He stayed longer than most, and only leaving in the darkest moments before the dawn. She washed herself once more, marveling that not a single mark showed upon her beautiful skin. Toweling off she pulled on her petticoat and dress, prepared for the walk that every woman here knew. Those last moments before the dawn. Subject to ridicule by the community for her chosen path. Harlet and whore. If they only knew the true horror of this place.
Holding her head up high she pretended she didn’t care. Why should she? She had made her choice. Slipping quietly from the room she saw the others had long since vanished from their own spaces. The upper halls now dark and quiet, devoid of the faked moans and empty lusty calls of earlier in the evening.
She stepped down the grand stairs once more, she heard the cock crow in the yard. The first sign of morning sun as it rose in the east.
She paused at the base of the stairs, figures looming ahead in the foyer. The madame stood tall and graceful near the great doors. Ahead of her was a small figure, knelling in supplication. She stopped to watch, remembering that moment for herself all those years ago. The first rays of the dawn were approaching. It wouldn’t be long now. Her heart ached from the memories that washed over her. Choices she made long ago. By fate, or by design, the great doors opened to welcome the first rays of the sun, and they pooled about the young woman kneeling like a sea of fire and blood on the dark floor. The madame’s voice rose, like a crack of thunder, and the young woman screamed. At first it was as if in fear, and then deepening into one of lust and desire that was wrenched from her very core. The air roiled around her form, her clothes falling away as her body shifted; swelling and reshaping under the sinister chants of the madame. The woman’s small high breasts rose, pressing outward as they dropped under their own heavy weight, firm but pendulous against her chest. Her hips rolled, their popping echoing through the hall, even they took a more pleasing swell to them, more womanly and ready to do only one thing. It was the long thing tail, spade tipped, that rose from her blossoming backside that sealed the infernal deal, matched with short dark horns that ripped through her forehead leaving trails of blood that trickled down her face like tears. The only tears she would ever shed again.
On the last stair she stood and watched. Her tongue, long and supple dancing about the sharp points of her own teeth knowing the woman now had similar fangs behind the dark luscious lips, as if they were stained by blood. She tapped her foot, feeling the hard edge of her own cloven hoof strike the wood softly. She could not see the woman’s feet, prostrated as she was before the madame, but she knew that those too would be beneath those thick, supple thighs and rounded hips.
Her tail twitched under the bustle of her dress, hidden from casual view, but never from her mind’s eye. Unsure if she felt sympathy or pity, perhaps it was both for the girl who would choose this life. She wondered if she would ever escape her bonds to this place as she watched the ceremony conclude, the pool of light fading from around her newest sister.
In the foyer the madame reached a hand out, binding the deal as her long fingers clasping the delicate hand that reached up. The mistress of the house lifted the newest member of her staff to her now cloven feet, letting the rush of the new form seal and set, as permanent as the bones of the earth. Outside the golden morning sun streamed in through the great open doors, its early morning ruddy light Illuminating the newly sensual form in a warm halo of orange and gold, as if the sun itself desired to caress such perfection.
She watched, dark eyes fixed on the golden silhouette, so like her own. Bound as she was to this place, a house of ill repute, forever in body made pleasure that she would never taste. Here in the House of the Rising Sun. |
Wrath of Serpentess: Pawstruck
Kevin chuckled at the computer screen as his favorite character executed one of her brand-new attacks. Through the intense customization that Sorcery.Net offered its players just about anything was possible if you knew how to do it. On the Shattered Shards RPG servers one could utilize their own character models, textures, animations and the like, just as long as certain standards were adhered to. With some understanding of the way damage was assigned based on area of effect, activation time, and the cool-down time for each attack, one could easily create the optimal attack chain.
On top of that, Kevin was interested in optimization of a completely different sort. He played on the general audience sever, rather than the adults only, anything goes, sex-crazed server. He wasn't interested in seeing people bludgeon baddies to death with their giant eight foot prehensile penises, or rolling over them with half-ton warrior-women whose cultural upbringing allowed them only to dine on solid blocks of lard. Any idiot could slap on a nude text and rub his toon raunchily against other players. It took real skill to be seductive, sexual, and skillful without being lewd, vulgar, or obvious. Kevin had taken his character's model from a Japanese Holo-Porn game and had run it through SorcNet's stylization filters. The rather busty catgirl he'd started with had been converted by the feature exaggeration system and a bit of an anime tinge into an over the top, porn starlet looking, golden-furred sex goddess.
Kevin had done a great deal of work on the textures and light maps. You couldn't have fur rendered with the same detail as the hairstyles the in-game avatars had; it would cause lag, and the servers had a limit on what would be allowed in these regards. Kevin took Pawstruck just about to the limit with the details that could be done. The combat dancer's platinum blonde hair was actually scaled down a bit. There was only so much detail and life-like movement that could be put into it before you had diminishing returns. Instead Kevin had used the extra 'hair' to simulate short fur on Pawstruck's ears and tail, as well as giving her a small, cute mane upon her chest and neck. The character was a class of Kevin's own design, primarily single-target melee-damage with some area of effect attacks, but Pawstruck's primary party role was providing healing and buffs, which were chained to all of her more entertaining attacks.
Each attack animation had been selected and altered to be cute and sexy without being overtly sexual. With the loincloth the golden furred tigress wore her repertoire of kicks almost always resulted in a bit of a panty shot; a glimpse of lily white amidst Pawstruck's red dragon scale clothing.
Pawstruck was the top-rated Team PvP participant on the server; she was distracting to friend and foe alike. Her buffs made sure that she'd always be credited with an assist, but her damage buffs were calculated so that most PvP built single-target attack chains would leave a little sliver of life, just enough for the damage over time bonuses that her equipment inflicted to deal the finishing touches. The quarter second damage ticks would be guaranteed to hit before even the quickest animating attack allowed could.
Pawstruck couldn't usually take out another PC on her own, unless she could attack from behind. For that Kevin used attacks that resulted in her moving around her foe at the same speed that the auto-focus would make the character turn towards an attacker, it was legal, but highly frowned upon.
Kevin laughed as his opponent sent him a PM complimenting Pawstruck's 'nice moves.' He'd added a couple of grapple and throw type moves, one of which involved the dancer leaping onto her foe's shoulders and wrapping her legs around her opponent's neck before falling back for the throw.
Pawstruck was a very amusing character to watch. Kevin had gotten almost all his best gear as donations from the twice weekly gladiatorial battles. Pawstruck had a special moveset for those, even more crowd pleasing than her typical combat moves.
His eyes darted to the small clock in the corner of the computer screen, and he let out a sigh. His roommate, Elana, should have been home a good 45 minutes ago, and she was the only one who could open their mailbox and thus retrieve the package that the shipping manifest online told him was there.
The package had to have arrived today, after all, the big event was tonight and shipping was guaranteed for Halloween, thus today, thus the package was there, thus Elana needed to get home and give him his costume.
The apartment was in her name and the name of Kevin's cousin Jane, who was celebrating her college graduation with a several-month trip to Europe. For the six months she was away Kevin had taken her spot in the apartment. His selling off of max-level characters and offering his power leveling services didn't make enough to afford a decent apartment all on his own. Well, not if he wanted to eat more than peanut butter and ramen noodles and have a halfway decent internet connection. He'd gotten a few grants to help with business expenses, which was how he managed to afford the costume in the first place. The ReNA people were making easy-use special effects outfits, like the kind that they used in movies for aliens and monsters and stuff. It wasn't the intense, permanent, nano-cosmetic reshaping stuff used to give people pointed ears, or to make your eyes naturally cat-like, or to permanent make your hair neon blue, but that was a good thing. Maybe.
Kevin's costume was going to be used for a few hours at the party, and then a few hours with a professional photographer to use for promotional purposes on his website, with logos and banners and stuff. He was hoping he could convince Elana to come along, her own costume would fit right in alongside his own.
The ReNA outfit Kevin had purchased was halfway between Conan the Barbarian and Pawstruck. He wasn't one of those weirdoes who would be dressing up as a girl with the ReNA outfit, even if the system had recommended going with the catgirl since with his small build it would be cheaper to use the default amount of nano-matter to add on a few curves, a tail, ears, and breasts rather than filling his five and a half foot, 98 pound weakling frame up to the strapping cat-warrior proportions with massive muscles that he'd wanted. In fact he had to scam ReNA out of a discount in order to get his costume to fall within the amount his most recent grant would allow for advertising expenses. Elana had wanted one as well, and the company was offering couples a discount. Apparently programming them in tandem was a lot less labor intensive than programming two individually, and thus it had dropped the cost by a good hundred dollars.
It was still more than a decent laptop cost, and Kevin had a hard time justifying it, until he found that he could enroll in the beta testing program and get another 200 knocked off of each suit, though he hadn't told Elena that and pocketed the difference.
After the testing Kevin was supposed to go in to test a permanent ReNA version of the bulking up nanotech program, which was supposed to pay big bucks as well. Hopefully if everything went according to plan Kevin would no longer look like the alpha nerd that he had always been, and he'd have a foot in the door with ReNA as a beta tester. Having one alteration (entirely reversible) every three to six months wouldn't be a problem, unless it was something weird, and probably not even then.
No one would know Kevin on sight, after all, except for a few close friends. Mostly he chatted online. His guildmate Dan had managed to get him an invite to the Cavendish party, which was going to be the biggest gathering in town of the rich teens and twenty-somethings. With his awesomely handsome feline warrior persona, Kevin was quite sure he was going to get laid at the party. After all, he'd taken care to provide the same amount of detail for the suit that he'd used to make his Pawstruck model. He'd actually contemplated getting the character done up as his costume instead, but it was bad enough being hit on by guys online, and he wasn't exactly sure how far the 'natural and reversible mental modifications' used to give the costume's wearer the proper movements and personality of the character would go. He was counting on the suit's program to be able to overcome his natural shyness and awkwardness in large groups. But if the suits were as good as they reviewed as it ought to be just as good as Kevin had dreamed for a good three months.
The nerdy Kevin heard the loud slam and the interesting sound of the doorstop spring wobbling from side to side after the impact, the door was heavy and the latch was stuck and thus needed a good thwack to open, and it made an especially loud noise when someone rammed into it going backward with a large box in their hands.
Kevin grinned and signed off his Sorcery.Net account, he wanted to make sure all the bugs were ironed out of the suit before the party, and maybe even trying out a few of the more interesting mods he saw online. With the beta testing program, the testers were encouraged to experiment all they liked with the suits. Unlike the normal models, these wouldn't automatically shut off after 24 hours. They were licensed for a week of testing, and you could go on ReNA's website and renew them for as long as you wanted.
"Awesome! My costume came!" Kevin said with a grin as he pulled the knife he'd gotten from a local renn-faire from his belt. He bought a lot of stuff online, and the thing was useful for opening boxes and clamshell packaging.
"Thank you for purchasing a ReNA costume kit!" said a small device from inside the box. It was a simple, biodegradable piece of hardware that could give its message two or three times, and then release enzymes that started breaking it down. Not wanting Elena to hear about the beta thing, and thus demand her $200 back, Kevin scooped up the device, opened the closet containing the trash can, and dropped the chatterbox inside.
Before Elena had the chance to react, Kevin reached into the box, pushing aside his roommate's black costume, instead snatching up his own orange colored bundle, as well as the six canisters of nanomatter beneath it. He wasn't sure how many to use, and since nanometer could easily be molded and reshaped by the suit he'd figured he should get too much, rather than too little.
"Woo! I'm going to be the hottest thing at the Cavendish party!" Kevin bragged triumphantly, a smirk on his face. He didn't know where Elena was going, but he knew for a fact she wasn't going to rub shoulders with all the rich babes that were going to have ReNA turn up their sexiness to 11.
Kevin carried the heavy burden to the living room, dropping the nano-matter canisters, which were like tennis ball tubes that felt like they were filled with iron shot, on the couch. He quickly began stripping, as the suit was supposed to be worn beneath clothing, though it could seep its way through if it needed to.
Though it might've been leftovers from playing as Pawstruck, Kevin found himself half hard as he unfolded the golden orange and black stripped suit. The slick nano-fabric was cool and slick against his skin as he pulled it on, first slipping his feet down the legs, into the suit's own feet. For the moment they looked rather like boots on the end of a set of fishing waders, but Kevin was sure they'd tighten up once everything was secured. Elena's outfit was pretty much just a covering; she'd gone with the thing primarily for looks. Kevin was in it for the experience, and had added the extra ten bucks to get the full sensation for the suit. It was a deeper tie in to his nervous system, but it was completely safe and would be worth it. Especially when he found a hottie to seduce at the Cavendish party. He wanted every little bit of him to feel as real as possible, both to him and any potential lovers he might encounter. So soft, sleek, sexy fur was in order, to provide a wonderfully comfortable coating for the party sluts to snuggle up against, as well as for Kevin to enjoy while they petted him. Potentially.
He was almost achingly hard by the time he'd gotten his arms in the sleeves and the hood pulled up. He'd been looking forward to tonight for so long, and the elusive prize of sexual intercourse would soon be within his grasp. He let out a chuckle as he pressed the activator tab, ready and eager to start his transformation into the cat-creature of his dreams.
Unfortunately for Kevin, he was quickly going to learn that they were his wet dreams.
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"Greetings, User," the suit said in a pleasant female voice, somehow bypassing Kevin;s ears and speaking to him directly in the mind, "I am ReNA Prototype Command HAV-Feline, currently connecting to Wi-Fi to obtain the latest beta operators from ReNA.com, one moment please."
The young man felt a bit antsy, wanting to get the suit up and running as soon as possible. But he was well aware of the benefits of having his hardware fully up to date and operating at peak efficiency.
"Apologies for the wait, it will be several minutes before the patches are fully up and operational, though in the mean time we can begin activation on the suit's primary physical structure, which has not been updated. Would this be preferable?" the cool, calm, ever so slightly robotic female voice asked. The voice sounded kind of like the evil computer villain from Kevin's favorite first-person shooter, except with all the crazy sucked out and replaced with sexy.
"Uh... sure." Kevin said with a shrug, letting out a small gasp as he felt the nanomatter going to work.
"Also, the beta modification for permanent enhancement has been cleared for product testing. Would you like this installed as well?"
Kevin grinned, "Fuck yeah! That'll give you a better base to work with, so with the suit fully active it'll make me even bigger and more muscular, right?"
"Correct!" replied the suit, "The Command HAV protocols have been downloaded, and are being installed to your suit as part of the beta testing. Unlike a standard ReNA suit, myself and Serpentess are able to utilize latent networking functions to exert some control over other ReNA suits. Would you like..."
"Sure, just do whatever is needed for full operation for the beta testing." Kevin said, interrupting. He moaned a bit as he felt himself altering, a warm tingle suffusing his body.
"There are several additional mods that I am able to beta test. ReNA is offering one hundred dollars compensation for the use and full testing of each. Would you..."
"For three hundred bucks? Sure! I'll do anything!" The beta testing just about covered the cost of his own suit.
"Suit Serpentess is about to initiate nanomatter formation, would you like to have your partner engage in the beta for these modules as well for additional compensation?" the suit's computer said, sounding almost amused.
"Hell yeah!" Kevin said excitedly.
"Compensation will be delivered as a chargeback on your credit card or as..."
"That's good," the grinning young man in the orange-gold latex suit said quickly, "a chargeback would be just great."
Damn, that covered the cost of Kevin's suit entirely, and most of Elena's. In fact, with the two hundred bucks he'd scammed her out of, he came out even.
"Patches and modules fully applied to myself and Serpentess. Activating beta modules..."
There was a strange sensation spreading though Kevin's mind, memories, thoughts, emotions, and desires looked over too fast to process. It was quite a rush, filling him with an adrenaline spike. His body gave off a few soft pops, the body boosting procedure adding to his height. Kevin could feel the muscles being artificially stimulated as the nanites built onto them. He wished there was a mirror in his computing lair so he could see what he looked like.
But comparing himself to the back of the couch, he had grown at least three or four inches, as it was no longer even with his waist.
"Thirty three percent of the primary physique boost is complete. Utilizing a proprietary process of converting nanomatter into bio-identical tissue, you will naturally reach approximately half the height adjustment you requested for your costume. Please open the first canister of nanomatter so that we can continue."
"S-sure!" Kevin said, feeling giddy. He placed a hand on the metal container, the slick orange fabric of the suit oozed off of his fingers and onto the cap, activating the plug of 'guardian' nanites that would assure tamper prevention. The nanomatter was a sort of fluid, a suspension of the nanites in some sort of inorganic formula they could use to build things. Typically artificial muscles and tissue and the like, typically it was only about half as good as the real stuff.
"Beta module: Mindscan complete. Testing criteria one of two met. Beta module: Computer Mindlink activating, computer network access requires password, password retrieved from Mindscan results, activating... processing..."
It was incredible; Kevin could FEEL the inside of his computer, accessing everything at the blink of an eye. In moments he read over the entire collection of Pawstruck fiction he'd written, the erotic comics he'd had commissioned, and each and every pin up and porn pic that had been done of her.
There were other things, but nothing managed to stir quite the emotional response from him. Having the thought of his favorite creation in all her glory, implanted directly into his mind made him horny as hell. He wrapped a hand around his throbbing, and nano-enlarged, erection and began stroking himself slowly.
"Beta module: Subconscious desires and fantasy fulfillment activated. Applying... creating interface personality kit and communications array..." the suit's computer said in its cold voice.
"Personality interface complete, activating..." the voice seemed to change, becoming more excitable, happy, bouncy, and pleasant.
"Hello, Master," the suit purred, "I'm Pawstruck, and I'll be taking the place of boring ol' HAV-X while you're wearing me."
Kevin gasped his eyes wide. The voice was just how he'd imaged his creation to sound. He felt a caress upon his chest, like fingertips brushing over his growing muscles, in his mind there was an image of the seductive feline behind him, her fingertips mirroring the sensations he felt upon his chest.
"Mmm... now let me be a good girl and take care of this." She purred, her delicate, padded hand nudging Kevin's aside and wrapping around his member, "My master should not have to do this one his or her own, you know."
He groaned softly as Pawstruck continued, peppering his neck with kisses, "Well, you know what? I've went and made a couple mod profiles for you, since with me going to work making you all sexy and studly underneath me and having a bigger base to build on, as well as the results from the other three beta modules we've installed. So one of them is as close to the original layout as I can go, one is that form mixed with some attributes that I just know you'll love..."
Kevin got an image of being nearly seven, maybe seven and a half feet tall, with Pawstruck on her knees before him, her lips wrapped around his fourteen inch cock.
"And there's one that I've put together to make all your wildest dreams come true, you and me, together, as long as you're wearing me. All of them have, pretty much, the things you wanted for your behavior mods, so..." the catgirl's lips pressed softly against his own. "What do you want to be?"
Kevin moaned with delight, his dream girl as good at teasing him and making him feel incredible, just as he'd written her. The lovely little submissive, snuggly, sex-hungry catgirl whore of his dreams. "W-wildest dreams?" he whispered.
"Oh yeah, those wonderful, dark, demented little thoughts and ideas that make you rock hard and messy in your dreams, the ones that leave you more fulfilled than any fapping during your conscious hours, the ones juuuuust beyond the fog of your mind that you can never remember, only knowing that they were the greatest thing ever and that you want to go back to them every night, all night, if you could. Exploring the land of your dreams as this idealized being..." Pawstruck purred, "I can make you that individual."
"Y-yes, please, yes..." Kevin moaned, collapsing on the couch as his knees grew weak with pleasure. "Do whatever it takes, install any mods, any behavior alterations, anything... just let me live those wonderful dreams."
"I'd love to." Pawstruck purred, her mental image moving to be astride Kevin, rather than behind him. He could see himself from a third person perspective, maybe a foot taller and fifty pounds of muscle heavier. Kevin didn't look quite as Conan-esque as he'd wanted, but there were still another five canisters of nanomatter to use to get things just right.
Pawstruck lowered herself down onto him, her bluntly clawed fingertips tracing over his biceps, making stripes appear upon the orange suit, which began to grow tighter, finally activating fully to make itself look like a part of Kevin, rather than something he was wearing. It flowed over his face and hair, adding to his tigerish looks, giving him the platinum blonde hair he'd wanted with the outfit. Essentially being Pawstruck's male equivalent in the fantasy genre, a big and powerful tiger barbarian, rather than a lithe, agile, and busty catgirl.
The nanites began to add onto him, his nails seeming to extend into the same blunt claws as Pawstruck, he could feel his tongue grow rough, all the better to pleasure the beauties he'd no doubt be finding at the costume party tonight. His ears began to reshape, taking on the elven points he'd requested. He felt a little too squeamish to get anything that would actually involve being reshaped, aside from the physique booster. So he'd gone with elven ears rather than feline. But Pawstruck seemed to be disappointed, a pout appearing on her perfect face.
"Oh come on, you know you want to be the perfect kitty..." she purred, toying with Kevin's pointed ears.
She was growling softly with each exhalation, a touch that Kevin thought was sexy, the half-beast girl unable to fully control her feral side while being pleasured, able to easily be reduced from a fully sentient she-cat to a yeowling sex-kitten in heat. He couldn't resist her, and to be honest he'd wanted the cat ears but was unable to overcome his nervousness and discomfort. He'd thought it would hurt. But it felt just like the muscle and bone alterations, gentle, warm, and kind of ticklish.
"There we are," Pawstruck purred, stroking her master's ears, caressing his growing hair. He'd wanted it to be nice and long, perfect, silky smooth, and flowing. Kind of like the elves in the Lord of the Rings movies, except with a more masculine look.
Kevin felt three more of the nanomatter canisters opening, flowing over him, into him. His body seemed done growing height wise now, and was more concerned with being filled out. His body was tall and willowy, like a basketball player, rather than a bodybuilder. But he was sure that was all about to change.
"Oh yeah, it's going to change so much!" Pawstruck cried, panting, "You're going to love it!"
Everything felt so good, so sensitive, so warm... even Pawstruck's tongue over his nipple felt wonderful. Her softly padded palms stroked and caressed his growing chest, making Kevin moan with delight. He could feel himself filling out in other areas as well, it felt heavenly.
Kevin cracked his eyes open, not relying on the projection of his form in his mind, he wanted to see it for himself. He looked down over his tawny furred form, admiring his six pack and his pectorals. Though they looked a bit big in comparison to the rest of his chest. Maybe the nanites were working on one muscle group at a time?
The bones in Kevin's face popped softly, reforming his features more towards ideal of human perfection. He cried out as a sudden sensation of pins and needles filled him, a new limb suddenly added to his senses. He moaned as his new tail swayed back and forth, fluffy and snow-leopard like. His new feline ears twitched at the sound he made. It sounded.... feminine?
Kevin opened his eyes again and looked down at his body, he could see that his butt and hips had grown thicker, mass seemingly pulled from his waist to fuel the change. His hands were slender, equally as girlish.
He shrieked, the sound completely and utterly feminine. He brought his hands to the growing breasts upon his anatomy, letting out a soft cry of pleasure, they were totally real, not an illusion or projection.
"Wh-what..." he stuttered, a familiar voice, but not his own, pouring sexily from his throat.
"You want to be me," Purred Pawstruck, "You've always wanted to be me."
Kevin fell off the couch, crawling on all fours away from the canisters of nanomatter, not wanting to have any further female alterations.
"That's not going to work. We have more than enough material to make you into me." She purred.
"I... I don't..." Kevin protested.
"Sweetie, you know you don't have any attachment to that silly, stick-thin thing you called a body until ninety seconds ago..."
Kevin's eyes widened, how was that possible? It seemed like almost an hour had passed since he'd put on the suit.
"Our introduction happened at the speed of thought," Pawstruck explained, "Elena's just put on her suit and had her alterations start as well. I took the liberty of pulling a few things from your own mind for Serpentess to suggest to her own, to see if our users fantasies are perfectly compatible."
"St-stop it!" Kevin begged, "I don't want to be you!"
Pawstruck laughed, "Of course not! You want just about everything, all the things you love about girls, all the bits you want to have fun with, to love, lick, stroke, pet, and caress. All of that will be available for you any time you want now. All you need to do to see the girl of your dreams is to look into the mirror."
The mental image of the tigress was sitting on Kevin's back, her tail curled around his cock, which was still growing.
"You don't want to be a girl, I know that. But at the same time you find it far more sexy to have two girls having fun together than a girl and a boy. You and I both know full well about all those delicious pics you have, just take the important bit of the boy and stick it on one of the girls. What are you complaining about? You get to keep all the important plumbing, never have to worry about periods, and you still get the big, bountiful, beautiful boobies that you've always wanted to get your hands on."
"No! I don't want to b-b-be..." Kevin protested, his body continuing to take on an increasingly feminine form even as his muscles continued to grow, but far slower than his tits. They surpassed those on the Pawstruck character model easily, in game she was supposed to be sexy, but not a blatantly obvious sex-beast, though most of the art he'd had done was of a far bustier version.
Kevin cried out as a mental barrier broke down in his mind, drowning him in a deluge of forgotten dreams, all of them of the wet sort, all the ones he could never remember, all of them featuring himself as Pawstruck, save for having a cock.
"I'm not!" Kevin whimpered, "I'm not! I'm not!"
"Sssh, sssh, sssh," Pawstruck purred, "You don't have to pretend with me. I know all the things you know, and all the things you lie to yourself about. This is turning you on more than any artist's impression of us could ever do. Our cock is a mess; we've been pouring out precum like a spigot just about since you put me on."
Kevin could feel the precum, thick, cool, and slick, it oozed down his shaft, over his balls, saturated his thighs, dripped down onto the floor in this, sticky gobs. He felt like crying, and he let the tears flow, trailing down golden furred cheeks.
"Sssh, just let it out. All that frustration, all that fear, all that shame that you've hidden away." Pawstruck said softly, running her fingers through Kevin's hair, "You've given me permission to do everything to fulfill your dreams and fantasies, now, let's slip those behavior mods into place."
"No! Stop!" Kevin begged, feeling the warm tickle flow into his brain.
He'd crawled into the hallway, almost to the bathroom, somehow hoping Elena could help him overcome the costume. He managed to get onto his knees, reaching up with one perfect hand to grasp the knob, when something caught his eye. It was his reflection, showing in the mirror at the end of the hallway.
He managed to get his legs beneath him for a few steps before crashing to his knees once more. He reached out and felt the glass; it was most definitely a mirror, not an illusion. His jade, slit-pupilled eyes staring in rapt fascination at his altered form, his every desire made real.
"Is... is that me?" he whispered.
"It's us." The suit replied, "Aren't we beautiful?"
"Y-yes..." Kevin said softly, head lowered in shame. But lowering his head made his gaze go from his reflection to his breasts; they were huge, perfectly, wonderful, they were the tits of some fertility goddess that had gotten into porn. They were almost like beachballs on her chest, but Kevin felt no discomfort from their weight. As a matter of fact they felt... good. Just by being there they gave him sort of a low, erotic thrill. And actually caressing them? Oh it was far more than a mere thrill.
Kevin couldn't help it, his lips parted in a half-growl, half-moan, his fingertips digging into the soft, sensitive flesh of one breast, the other hand wrapping around his thick cock. He watched as his body continued to change, his shaft and nipples becoming a deep, glistening black. His hair continued to grow out once again, from shoulder length to the shoulder blades, one step closer to the length that he needed to truly be Pawstruck. It wouldn't be so bad. In fact it would be a lot of fun.
No one at the Cavendish party would know that beneath the sexy, sultry, slutty female exterior was a short, underweight, shy, nerdy boy who had never been able to truly understand his own sexuality. It made him blush.
"There," Pawstruck purred, "Doesn't that feel better? Doesn't that feel right?"
"Y-yes..." Kevin moaned, his shame, his fears, his self-loathing all being burned away by the fires of his... no, her lust.
"Do you want this to stop? Do you want to go back to being what you were?" the suit asked.
"...No..." Pawstruck whispered, in the flesh.
"Louder." The suit demanded.
She let out another growling moan, "N-no!" she said, louder this time.
Something moved behind Pawstruck and she spun to face the figure. Her eyes widened at the sight of Elena, fully suited up like herself. Covered head to toe in sleek, smooth, shiny blackness, only a few markings of red to break up the uniformity. A thick tail swayed behind her, and...
Pawstruck licked her lips, her mouth watering at the sight; between Elena's legs was something she'd seen on a few images of the dickgirls she collected pics of, some furry thing she'd originally not been interested in. But the sight of the sexualized creatures with their strange, serpentine cocks had always stuck with her, and now he was staring at one in the flesh.
"I can turn off my programs, reverse everything." The suit teased, "I can let you go back to your normal life without granting you all the deliciously deviant fantasies you have inside you head..."
Pawstruck let out a cute little moan of pleasure as she imagined her lips wrapped around that sweet serpent-shaft, "No!" she whispered, loving every moment of being in her new body.
"No!" she repeated, for good measure.
"This is your fault, isn't it?" Elena purred, a hint of malice beneath her tone. She sounded more confident, in control, dominating than she usually did. That voice was enough to make Pawstruck lower her head, bowing in delightful submission.
She didn't want to make her mistress angry, didn't want to tell the truth about what happened, about her fantasies being made reality. So she lied, just a little lie, not even a lie.
"I-I was just goofing off!" she protested, trying to keep the smile from her face, "I was playing around with the interface on the site, to see what was possible. I don't know how it happened, this isn't what I ordered!"
Which was true, the snake-cock and her own alterations were the result of the mind-scanning beta mod, not a screwed up order.
"I didn't think I saved the settings for these!" she whimpered, a shiver of pleasure creeping through her.
Elena mulled over the explanation, her tongue, long, black, and forked flicking out into the air. Oh how Pawstruck wanted to suckle upon that tongue, to explore her mistress' mouth...
The shemale let out a soft cry as the serpent dug her talons into one plush breast, making the catgirl's body virtually light up with sexual pleasure. It was so intense she was lost in it, unable to make out her mistress' words for a few moments.
"...so you can have something to fantasize about as you run instanced missions." Serpentess finished.
"I-I just wanted to raid better!" Pawstruck protested, hoping against hope that she was a good enough actor for her mistress not to see through the white lie, Kevin made Pawstruck because he'd wanted to be her, and playing her in an online game had been as close as he could get, until now, "And see what I could do with ReNA's softw..."
The she-serpent twisted her grip, derailing Pawstruck's train of thought entirely. The suit made the last few changes, the catgirl's platinum tresses now ending just above her tail, her lips taking on the same sleek onyx coloration as her other sensual parts. Pawstruck shivered, her body complete.
There was a soft sound, almost like a hiss ever so slightly outside of Pawstruck's hearing, but somehow being heard nonetheless. She spotted the tensing of the serpent shaft, and covered her face instinctively. But he mistress' snake-cock wasn't interested in striking her, it seemed far more interested in taking the shemale catgirl's own length into itself, just as stretchy and flexible as a real serpent.
Pawstruck cried out, the sensation more intense than any of the few vagina analogue type toys she'd purchased and hidden away. It moved for one thing, tightening and rippling around her length, which was far bigger than it had been as Kevin, and far more sensitive. Pawstruck was literally made for fucking, and pleasuring others would always result in equal self-pleasure. But she was too overwhelmed with new sensations to move, to properly please her owner like she was supposed to.
The reptilian supervillainess dug her fingers into Pawstruck's hair, pulling it just hard enough to hurt, but not enough to cause lasting pain, just how she liked it. "Be a good kitten and pleasure your mistress and maybe I'll forgive you."
Pawstruck's heart skipped a beat and she lowered her head further, as much to hide her smile as to show her submission. She felt guilty that she was paralyzed by her own pleasure, unable to fully use herself to satisfy the needs of her sweet Serpentess, she whimpered softly.
"You'll love it," Serpentess growled, "Your altered form is designed for it."
It was, more than she'd ever know.
"Say it for me," she demanded, "say that you're a good slutty sex kitten."
Pawstruck cried out with orgasmic bliss, not only as her member erupted into explosions of pleasure radically different than anything she'd felt as a human male, but also in sheer joy at having her innermost desires granted. She would get to be the being she'd always wanted to be, with a wonderful and perfect mistress to please and obey to command her.
"Say it whore!" Serpentess growled, her shaft slurping up every drop of seed from her pet, "Say it or I'll drag you down to the lounge and fuck you in front of everyone!"
The shemale's fur fluffed in a blush, the very thought of it made her so very, very hot. She shivered at the very idea of being fucked in public, so wonderful and delicious... but she couldn't let her mistress know that. She'd done this before, playing the shameful, recently-tamed sex-slave in one of her stories. Of them all, it had been the one that had turned on Kevin the most.
"But the party!" she protested, despite herself she wanted to attend the Cavendish party, seduce some cute girls, and fuck them senseless.
"Say it!" the she-serpent growled, gripping Pawstruck's ears tightly.
"I... I..." she licked her lips, "I'm a slutty kitten," she said softly. Then her eyes went wide; she'd screwed it up! "Sex!" she added, "Wait, sex! I'm a slutty sex kitten!"
It felt so very good to say those words, it made her purr as Serpentess withdrew her member, leaving a trail of glistening seed between the two. The sensation made Pawstruck gasp. She was meant to be able to go all night if her mistress desired, and as a result was still fully erect and ready to go. The sensation of the snake-cock pulling off of her own and the coolness of the air upon it was enough to make her eyes glaze over in bliss.
She happily nuzzled her mistress' midsection, her tongue slipping out. She rose, teasing her mistress' nipple, "Mmm.... I'm a slutty sex kitten." She repeated. "Your sex kitten, my mistress." She said, wrapping her arms around her owner in a gentle hug.
"Yes, yes you are, my sweet." The she-snake said, stroking behind her pet's ears. Pawstruck's suit computer fed data to her mistress' own, making it appear that it was continuing to alter her mind, when there had long since been nothing remaining to alter.
"Fully activating her networking interface," Pawstruck's computer component said, letting the serpent have the same command control module that she did. It would allow her to spread her fantasies to other suit wearers, just as Pawstruck had to her own.
The she-serpent pulled away, leaving Pawstruck kneeling in place like a good little shemale sex-slave. She returned a moment later, with a collar and leash that Kevin's sister had left the last time she visited. The catgirl nearly orgasmed as it was fastened around her neck.
Pawstruck panted, moaning softly, her cock fully erect and ready to go. She eagerly followed her mistress into the bedroom. Serpentess opened Elena's closet, looking over a few items, she placed a hand on one, the nanites spreading over it, altering it.
"Her suit came with a different beta module installed, rather than our body boost, it is a fabrication module to create temporary items." The AI explained.
Serpentess grinned and looked over the garment, then back at Pawstruck, "Put that feline flexibility to work while I get dressed." She said with a chuckle.
Pawstruck moaned at the very idea of it, and in an instant she was following he mistress' order. She had done this so many times in her dreams, it felt almost familiar as her shaft slipped between her two softly furred breasts, her lips parting to take it into her mouth, her textured tongue expertly working it over. It was so much better when it was happening for real...
"And then once you're done putting on a show for me, you can get dressed and we can go to that Cavendish party." She said with a grin.
It was nearly enough to make Pawstruck climax then and there. It was exactly what she wanted, and it was one of her mistress' own fantasies. To corrupt and seduce rich socialites and bring them under her thrall. The idea of them being suited sexpets was new, but to Elena's lusts the method didn't matter, only the result.
Pawstruck heard her mistress laugh wickedly with delight, loud and long, a proper villainous laugh. Mmm... that, however, was just enough to make her cum. |
Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, celebrity, floating, fly away, helium
Text: Cassandra couldn't deny that she was obsessed. When she first saw Scarlett Johansson in "Lost in Translation", she bought a DVD of every other movie she had been in. She even bought the SpongeBob SquarePants movie just to hear her voice. She had subscribed to Internet fansites, and even started one of her own. And now her obsession had driven her to move to Hollywood, join a babysitting agency specializing in celebrities, and screw her way into her supervisor's favor until he assigned Cassie her dream job. She didn't even care that he was taking more than his usual share of her pay.
Her friends didn't understand, but Miss Johansson had... changed Cassandra. She had been a normal girl with normal sexual drives before her fixation, but since then, she had lost all desire for boys. She was now only attracted to girls who resembled Scarlett. Cassie was too ashamed of this to go to a psychiatrist; the only outlet she saw was to get as close to Scarlett as she could. She felt like she'd literally explode if she couldn't be near her.
The entertainment world was shocked when Miss Johansson, a single woman, had become pregnant by sperm from an unknown donor. She denied she was a man-hater, stating that she was waiting for the one she would spend her life with, and didn't want to wait to have a child. Nevertheless, the prevailing gossip was that Scarlett was a lesbian. Although this was Cassandra's only hope of ever having a relationship with Scarlett, it still made her livid to read some of what those gossip magazines and opinion columnists had to say.
Scarlett was there when the agency introduced Cassandra to her daughter, Cheyenne, age 3. Cheyenne had immediately taken to Cassie, who for her part could do little but stand there and gawp at Miss Johansson's beauty. Fortunately, Scarlett had put this down to standard celebrity infatuation, and just blew her off. Since then, to her dismay, Cassie had barely seen Scarlett, dealing mostly with her agent.
One day, Cassandra was called over to take care of Cheyenne while Miss Johansson was attending a charity event. Since it was so hot, Cassie decided to take her swimming in Scarlett's private pool. Unfortunately, she didn't know how to swim, and while water wings were fine for Cheyenne, they weren't a graceful option for an adult. Searching the area for a floatation device of some sort, she only came up with a black rubber inner tube which looked like a relic from the fifties. Still, it would do to keep her from drowning.
She would have to inflate it first, though. It took only a minute of trying to force air into the tiny valve for her to realize that there was no way she could blow it up herself. She didn't own a bicycle, and hence she didn't have a hand pump. Pondering the situation for a moment, Cassie remembered that Miss Johansson had recently hosted a pool party catered with lots of balloons. In the clutter of the party's aftermath, the caterers had accidentally left behind one of their helium tanks. It was a cylindrical model, almost as tall as she was, with a large vertical nozzle on top for balloons, and a long hose ending in a smaller nozzle for inflatable toys of various types. The company would come by later in the week to pick it up, but they'd never miss a little extra helium, would they?
The tank rested in a wheeled hand cart, so Cassie was easily able to move it poolside. The tube's valve was so small that the hose's nozzle barely fit, but she forced it in, and with a turn of the valve handle inflation slowly commenced. To make sure the inner tube didn't float away, Cassandra stepped into it, and sat at the pool's edge, dangling her legs in the water, and listening to the hiss of the tank as she waited for the floater to come up to size.
As she sat there, Cassandra considered her relationship with Miss Johansson. Scarlett had been cold and distant at first, but she seemed to be warming to her somewhat recently. Cassie was grateful she was a girl; she had the opportunity to do things no man would have the chance to. Just before leaving for today's event, Scarlett had asked her to zip up the back of her dress. Maybe this meant she'd be asked to unzip it when she got back...
Cassie was so busy daydreaming that she didn't notice Cheyenne getting bored and looking for something to play with. Zeroing in on the helium tank, she noticed the brightly-colored handle on top. Cheyenne was an active toddler, and had little difficulty climbing to the top of the hand cart. But when she reached for the tank, she lost her footing and fell, pulling the handle fully open before her weight snapped it off.
Cassandra's reverie was suddenly interrupted by bawling behind her. "Cheyenne, are you okay?!" Quickly getting to her feet, she ran to where the child was laying on the ground. After a quick inspection, she turned out to just have a scraped knee, nothing serious. More troubling was the damage to the helium tank; Cassie groaned inwardly as she examined the broken handle. That would be coming out of Miss Johansson's deposit. And with no way to shut off the tank, all the helium would escape, which would be even MORE expensive... Cassie knew she was responsible for any damage Cheyenne inflicted while under her care, but she was barely making ends meet as it was!
Distraught over her situation, Cassie didn't notice that the tank's hissing had increased in volume until she felt a pressure around her waist. Glancing downward, she discovered that in her distracted state, she had let the inner tube overinflate, and its inward expansion had encircled her in a solid grip. She reached behind her to the valve on the tube's underside, but the nozzle was jammed in tight, and at this awkward angle she didn't have enough leverage to pull it out. Getting worried now, she pressed down on the tube as hard as she could -- and her arms slipped down the inside of the ring, getting pinned to her sides. She struggled to free them, but to no avail; she was trapped in a rubber prison which was getting tighter by the second.
Cheyenne had forgotten her fall a few moments ago, and found Cassandra's situation hilarious.
"Hehehehehe! Cassie you stuck!"
"This is *NOT* funny, Cheyenne!" And indeed it wasn't: the old inner tube had thick walls, and she was worried that she'd be deafened when it finally popped, or even cut in half if the pressure continued to mount. In desperation, she ran to the end of her slack, but the nozzle wedged in the valve stopped her short. She strained to take another step, but couldn't break free of her tether. In a fit of impatience, she tried leaping forward -- and shrieked in fright as her buoyant bondage carried her a dozen feet into the air! With the hose still firmly attached, Cassie was drawn into a backward arc before landing hard on her butt.
*RIP* "OoF!" Cassie grunted as she came down. As she shook off her disorientation, she noticed that she was experiencing a certain sensation she hadn't felt since her supervisor had assigned her this job, and also one that she had never experienced at all: the pressure from outside was being answered from within. She suddenly realized that she had landed right smack on the helium tank, and the nozzle had ripped through her bikini bottom -- and kept going. It was now pumping that damned helium directly into her!
With the top nozzle active, the flow from the hose seemed to have ceased, so one of her problems was temporarily on hold. But if she didn't stop inflating quickly, she would burst something more precious to her than an old inner tube. Yet no matter what she tried, she couldn't get loose. Her arms were still bound and useless. She scrabbled against the tank with her legs, but her wet feet found no purchase on the smooth metal. She leaned backwards, but the buoyant inner tube counterbalanced enough of her weight to keep her from falling off. She wiggled her hips, trying to give the gas a way to escape, but the rubber nozzle's surface was designed to grip a balloon's neck, and now it had a tenacious hold on her burgeoning backside.
"Cassie, your butt get big!"
"Grrrr, I know, I KNOW!" As her lower body approached its capacity for expansion, her growth began to slow, and the tension mounted. Cassie winced in fear at the groans and creaks emanating from her ass and thighs. Just when she thought she couldn't take any more, the pressure of her rear against the top of the tank finally popped the nozzle out of her. But Cassie's momentary relief quickly turned to fright as she pitched backwards. Scrunching her eyes shut, she prepared for the mother of all headaches -- but when it didn't come, she opened them, and saw to her horror that instead of falling to the deck, she was slowly rising into the air!
"YAAAAAAAAAY! Cassie, you a balloon!"
"HEEEEEEEEELP ME CHEYENNE!" Her ascent was lethargic at first, but with the inner tube once again inflating, she slowly began to accelerate. When she reached the end of her fifteen-foot tether, the sudden jolt pulled the nozzle loose with a sickening *pop*.
Cassandra never figured out exactly how it happened. As she swung around, she had gasped in fear, and somehow she must have sucked the free end of the hose down her throat. When the disorientation passed, she found herself biting down on it for dear life, the only thing keeping her from being lost to the sky. But her lifeline came with a price; for the maddening flow of helium continued unabated, blowing up her lithe body like a rubber inner tube. Her belly swelled, rising up on her torso as its downward expansion was checked by her restraint. Her burgeoning breasts overflowed the cups of her bikini top, their protruding nipples tenting the fabric until it snapped open in front. Cassie was at least grateful that Cheyenne was distracted chasing a butterfly around the pool deck, saving her the indignity of exposing herself in front of (or above) a child.
But her gratitude turned to terror, as she saw the helium tank wobble in its cart! As the cylinder slowly began to rise, Cheyenne noticed what was going on and ran over. "I hold you down, Cassie!" There were carrying handles on the end of the tank, and she grabbed hold of them as it lost contact with the ground. Cassandra tried to scream at her to let go, save herself, but only muffled grunts emerged from her obstructed throat and clenched teeth. And as the last of the helium trickled into Cassie, Cheyenne's feet lost contact with the ground, and she was carried away, giggling and squealing with delight, on a lazy afternoon breeze.
As she gained altitude and drifted from the suburbs to downtown L.A., Cassandra began to despair of ever coming back to Earth in one piece. Fortunately for her, the hot midday sun beat down on the black inner tube, heating the helium inside and causing it to expand until the rubber finally reached its limit.
The attendees of Scarlett's outdoor charity event were startled when they heard a loud *BOOM*, followed by a shower of black rubber shards. Looking up, they saw what appeared to be a large pink balloon slowly descending toward them. As it drew closer, they saw the helium tank dangling from its tether, and then the small child dangling from the tank. For a few moments, everyone was speechless at this unusual sight, but when Scarlett finally recognized Cheyenne and shrieked in fright, all hell broke loose. Fighting her way to the center of the crowd gathered under the tank, she snatched her daughter off the tank as soon as she got within reach. Photographers immediately began snapping pictures of the relieved mother and daughter.
Cassandra would have screamed if she had her mouth free. With her ballast gone, she was rising again, and she knew she would have to release the tank and deflate quickly, before she gained too much altitude. But Scarlett, sweet Scarlett, was still directly underneath her, and everyone was too wrapped up in that little brat to notice the damsel in distress right above them. If she let go now, the tank would land right on her head. She tried to grab the hose, but her inflated arms were too turgid to reach around. And the breeze that had carried her here had chosen this moment to die down, so she remained dead-centered over Scarlett even as she continued to float away. It was her or Scarlett! What to do, what to do...
In the end, the decision was made for her. The perfume wafting up from the crowd tickled Cassandra's nose until she couldn't hold back a sneeze any longer. As the hose fell out of her throat, the helium in her body finally found an exit. Cassie didn't hear the clang of the tank landing on Scarlett's head; the torrential rush of gas from her mouth sent her spiraling away into the distance.
It took hours for the fire department to reach Cassie where she was hanging from a horizontal flagpole on the side of a skyscraper. Hanging upwards, that is: her swollen backside held shut the only way the helium in her ass and thighs could escape, and though she grunted and groaned, squeezed and strained, and contorted her legs into every conceivable position, still the gas found no release. Far below her, she was certain she could make out the shapes of news vans, and cameras with telephoto lenses filming her predicament for the nightly news. Finally, she had been hauled down, and after one final indignity she was grounded and back on her feet again.
Cassandra spent a week in jail, awaiting trial on charges of child endangerment. She was relieved to learn that Cheyenne had not been hurt. Scarlett, however, had suffered a minor concussion, and would have to bow out of her current film production. At the end of the week, the district attorney's office reluctantly concluded that the case was too bizarre to try, and Cassie was released.
When she finally made it to her apartment, her last paycheck and the restraining order were waiting for her. Scarlett retrieved a bottle of Perrier from the fridge and walked out the back door to the pool. Her doctor had ordered her not to do any work while she recovered, which meant leaving Cheyenne with a day care center. She didn't trust babysitters after her experience with that creepy girl who had taken her daughter for an airborne joyride. Now that she thought about it, the girl had clearly been infatuated with her; it was obvious from the way she had behaved whenever Scarlett was around. That would explain why her underwear drawer always seemed to have been rummaged through, and why she was always there when Scarlett needed help getting dressed or undressed. And the inflation incident -- she must have been pleasuring herself with the helium tank, and lost control of the situation! Certainly the explanation she had given the police defied all probability. At least with a restraining order, if that pervert ever showed her face in front of her again, she'd be doing hard time.
Cassandra watched through a hole in the pool fence as Scarlett lazed in the lounge chair and greedily guzzled the expensive bottled water. If that heartbreaking harlot thought she had gotten the better of her, she had another thing coming. Early that morning, Cassie had snuck into the catering company and, using a special high-pressure helium tank, had super-carbonated a bottle of water. She had then broken into Scarlett's house and dumped out the Perrier bottle in the fridge, replacing it with the doctored water. Any moment now, the fun should be starting...
Scarlett snapped to attention as she noticed that, although she had been laying perfectly still, her thighs had started to touch for some reason. As she repositioned her legs, trying to get more comfortable, she felt her bikini bottom shifting around on her backside. A gurgling sensation in her stomach brought her hands to her abdomen, where she felt a growing pressure begin to distend her flat belly. Looking down at her body, she was alarmed to see her breasts pushing against her top, peeking out at her from under the fabric.
Sneaking around to the gate, Cassie used a zip tie to bind it shut. By the time that hussy figured out what was happening, she would be too light to have enough leverage to force it open. And with the gate closed, the only way past the fence, was up...
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Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, Offscreen Popping
Text: There were three distinguishing features about Selinia Morosel. First, she was ravishingly beautiful. Her long, silky auburn hair fell down just past her shoulders, and she had shapely legs that might have been planed to perfect smoothness in the craft halls of the gods. Her body was lithe and slender, and almost seemed too perfect to be animate. Sometimes when she moved after standing still for a moment, people gasped that such a beautiful form could take motion as well. Her trim shoulders and oddly gentle arms were legendary. And her face was such that some artists had cried openly, jealous of it's perfection, when they saw it.
The second distinguishing feature about her was that she was devastatingly rich. Still young and three times a widow of multi-millionaires, her accountants struggled just to keep up with counting exactly how much money she had.
The third was that her heart was as cold and sharp as polished ice.
It was therefore with great dismay, but less surprize, that old Jack discovered that Selinia had purchased the old Hampton place. He had been groundskeeper there for many years, under three generations of Hamptons. He still continued to maintain the grounds, although his only income was a moderately generous trust left to him by the last of the Hamptons. But the house was deserted. Although he took great pride in his work, there was no living occupant to appreciate the care with which he tended the lawns and gardens of the estate.
Selinia drove up one day in a cream-colored Porsche, and frowned at Jack as she watched him tending to the sculpted bushes in the front drive. She climbed out of the car in a way that starlets could learn a lot from, then walked toward Jack with a surprizingly easy seductiveness. He stopped working and turned to greet her. "Hello!" he said cheerily.
She did not smile back. "All this will have to go," she said. She pulled a cigarette and a gold ligher from her purse, and lit it.
Jack furrowed his brow. "I'm sorry, miss?"
"Ms.," she said. "And I said all this will have to go. It obscures the view of the front entryway, and when the photographers show up, they'll need all the camera angles they can get. Plus the gate out front needs to be replaced."
Jack took off his battered baseball cap and said, "Well ...um... Ms., I heard about you buying the house and all, and I thought maybe I could take a position with your staff. I know these grounds pretty well." Then he pursed his lips a bit and said, "But these bushes should stay. It gives some privacy and offers some comfort to...."
He stopped when he saw her gaze of complete uncaring fixed upon him.
He continued, "Besides, if I'm going to be working for you, I don't think that..."
She cut him off. "Who said you'd be working for me?" She turned and walked across the driveway, then climbed the front steps of the entryway.
Old Jack crushed his cap in his powerful hands.
The house was a steal, Selina thought. It was sitting on property that was bound to be swallowed by the growing suburbs of the growing metropolitan area. For years it had been a country estate, and a quiet curiosity for folks in these parts, but that would change in the next few years. Already the shopping malls and supermarkets were popping up to serve the suburban community. This mansion would soon be in the heart of it. When she tore the old dump down and sold off all the lands, she would make a killing.
That night she had a dream that she was walking in the middle of a milling crowd of people.
Oddly, she did not find it disturbing. In fact, she gained a sense of enjoyment from their purposelessness.
But then, she always had.
The next morning, Jack knocked shyly on the door. She did not turn. "How did you get in?" she snapped, not taking her eyes from the papers from the attorney.
"Well, Miss.. Ms.... I have the keys from way back..."
"I will need those keys." Now she turned, and held her hand out. "They don't belong to you."
Jack's eyebrows raised. Then he dug in his pocket and pulled out a ring heavily landen with what seemed a million keys. He held it in his broad, leathered hands and gazed at them.
"Well?" Selinia said.
Jack nodded and handed the keys to her. At the last minute she said, "Oops!" and the keys fell to the floor. Which a bored sigh, she said, "Pick those up and leave them on the table. And you can see yourself out." She started to walk from the room.
"Ms. Morosel... there's something I have to tell you. This place, see, it's a special place."
She stopped, and looked at him from under her bangs. "Oh?"
"Yes. You see, the Hamptons had such kind hearts that this home became more than just a home for them."
"It was more than a home?" her tone was subtly mocking.
"No... I mean... not just to them. There were... others...."
"Others?"
"Yes, ma'am. You see the city being so close, and this being such hard country from way back.... well, there just weren't many places where a spirit could find peace...."
"A spirit? You mean like a ghost?"
Jack gulped. "Well, now, we never liked to call them...."
Now Selinia broke out into a grin that was truly vicious. "Are you telling me my house is haunted, Jack? Oh, my, well, then I'll have to sell it. Would you like to buy it?"
Jack gulped and shook his head, "No, ma'am, you don't understand...."
"Good bye, Jack," she said. "I will tell the spirits that you miss them. Maybe I'll have them move in with you when I tear this dump down."
Jack's face went clear with panic. "Tear it down? But you can't... where will..." Absently, one of his strong hands crept up to his chest. His breathing became labored. "Please, I beg you to..."
"Good bye, Jack," said Selina. And then she started laughing openly. That night Selina dreamed of the milling crowd again. Except this time the crowd was more agitated. Some were wailing, some were walking in tight circles. Seeing their distress only exhilarated Selina.
She woke up just as the clock was striking midnight. Or at least she thought she was awake. She felt awake. There was a presence in the room. But she was not afraid. There was a pleasant, earthy smell around the room. Then the presence moved closer. Was it a voice that said, "We're all just trying to find peace."
She muttered, "Jack?"
"Will you help us?"
"Why would I?" she murmured.
"...only want to find peace..."
Then she felt a pair of strong hands, surprizingly gentle, caressing her ankles. The hands drifted softly up the insides of her calves, then to her thighs. Selinia moaned. The presence came to her groin, and then there was a great warmth there. She moaned louder with desire and arousal.
The voice came, softly, "...maybe you need to find peace so you can let us find peace...."
Selinia moaned impatiently. "Oh, stop using your tongue for talking!"
The presence seemed to withdraw. But then it came back, and Selenia felt the warmth again. But then she felt a tug, and sharp pressure. The voice said, "....peace..." and suddenly the pressure built. Then it ended.
Selinia sat bolt upright in her bed. Now she was fully awake. When she looked at the clock, it read 2:30. The next morning, she felt oddly bloated. The tiny red dress she was going to wear downtown to the function she was attending wouldn't zip up. She discarded it for a gauzy white dress with a decorated sash for a belt. She kept trying to burp, because she felt bloated and gassy, but could not. Finally she shrugged it off an headed out to her car.
Jack the groundskeeper lay face down in the driveway, his hands folded under his chest. When the ambulance crew left, they declared that Jack had died of a heart attack, probably the afternoon before. Selinia wondered if her strange dream -- it must have been a dream -- was somehow related. Then she shook her head and decided that was ridiculous. She put it out of her mind, and attended the function. She mingled with all the right people, gossiped with the perfect sources of information, and laid further plans for the exploitation of the grounds she had bought. Feeling so bloated, she didn't eat anything, so it was no wonder that her stomach kept rumbling and burbling the whole afternoon.
When she got home, she nearly burst out of her dress. She was dizzy with hunger and the exertion of meeting with the movers and shakers of the city. She put on a loose robe and went into the kitchen. As she leaned into the refrigerator, a sudden wind stirred up. Something tugged the hem of her gown, and brushed ever so lightly against her leg. She glanced down, but of course there was nothing there. Suddenly there was a moment of pleasure between her legs, and again that odd pressure. And what was that sound that came in just under the sound of the breeze outside? Was it a gently spoken, "peace?"
She took a sandwich and a glass of water into the living room. She felt even more bloated now, even waddling a little. When she put the plate and glass down, she smoothed out the cloth on the front of her robe. She could swear her tummy was poking out a bit.
Well, that's what aerobics are for, she thought, and she sat in the comfortable leather chair in the living room to eat.
As she took her first dainty bite of the sandwich, there was that strange stirring again, and the tug at the hem of her robe. Again the strange wave of pleasure came from between her legs. Then the pressure; but this time she actually felt her stomach push forward. She dropped the sandwich and shot a hand to her groin. What was happening?
She stood, and groaned as her tummy pushed forward visibly. She did not understand. She stepped toward the phone, not sure who to call, when there was another stirring. The pressure was sharper this time, as was the pleasure. Again she heard the faint cry "...peace..." She had to loosen the sash on the robe because it was getting too tight.
She crouched over, and clamped both hands on her groin. Oddly, she was aroused, and her fingers ended up going a little deeper than she expected. But she faced the room and demanded, "Who is this? What do you want?"
Then she felt a slight tingle on her lips. There was a gentle touch, as if a caress. She could see nothing, but the touch was so gentle that she closed her eyes....
There was a pressure in her throat, then she looked down in horror to watch her pert breasts push forward. Her shoulders suddenly felt puffy, too. As she reached up to feel them, there was another burst of pressure between her legs. Now her whole midsection was visibly rounded.
"Stop this!" she screamed. But as she drew her next breath, something went down her throat again. Her chest swelled visibly. She clutched her hands over her breasts, and noted how warm and pleasurable it felt to touch them.
Something tugged at her robe again, and this time the feeling of warmth and pressure stayed for some time. She felt waves of pressure... one... two... three... four... as her body slowly filled. Her arms and legs were becoming puffy, too. She gasped, but something went down her throat when she did. Her breasts were filling, becoming rounded, pushing out from under the robe.
Still the waves of pressure came. She thought, spirits? How many could there be? Enough, apparently, to fill her more. She was becoming rounder by the second, filling and billowing out. She tried to waddle for the door, but her inflated body was too large her her to move effectively.
"No!" she screamed, but it did not slow. She grew rounder and rounder, her chest pushing up against her chin, her arms and legs bulging to the ankles and wrists, larger and larger and larger....
At Bob's Gas and Groceries, which was just down the road and had been for ages, Bob leaned back against the front of the store and smelled the fresh country air. There was a sudden boom, from the distance. He looked up. Thunder, maybe? A low-flying jet? He shook his head. Nope. Guess it's just one of those mysteries. He smiled.
Then, in the wind, he heard a strangely familiar word.... peace....
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Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, floating, helium, muscles
Text: Through the windows of the girl's locker room at the municipal pool the silver moonlight illuminated the dark and cold steel and concrete interior. During the day the showers, lockers, and sinks would be busy and active, but now all was ghostly and quiet. On one of the benches between the rows of lockers sat a red-haired pale-skinned girl. Her crossed legs jittered with anticipation and frustration as she stared at her watch, waiting for someone.
"Dammit! Where is that guy? Lucy told me he'd be here around eleven! It's now been fifteen minutes past the hour!" The girl cursing to herself, Miranda, was a semi-professional city league water polo player. She took water polo seriously, almost too seriously at times. Within the league she was a respected and dedicated player, very fit, excellent at shooting, and always came to practice. However she always felt that she wasn't playing at the top of her game, no matter how hard she practiced and fought to improve herself. The only way to really boost her performance was via drugs, but even she knew that shooting herself up with "performance-enhancers" would be illegal. She wanted to get better, but she didn't want to get kicked out of the league.
Dull footsteps echoed from within the hallway leading to the locker room that Miranda waited in. She stood up and awaited her guest because he was the key towards boosting her performance without the authorities knowing a thing.
From the locker room entrance walked in a tall skinny young man wearing round sunglasses and a white trenchcoat with matching suit to complete the ensemble. In his right hand hung a simple black attaché case, Miranda knew what she wanted was within.
"Well it took you long enough." snarled Miranda.
"Sorry, I'm not very familiar with the streets around here. I've only been in town for a day." the man had a light Russian accent. Not anywhere near a Boris Badenov type of voice but still Miranda could hint he came from Russia.
"Eh whatever, so what do you have?"
The man lowered the case onto the bench that Miranda had just stood up from and clicked open the latches. He opened up the lid and within the case were a pair of fluorescent blue vials within small glass bottles plus some syringes within sterilized paper containers.
"So that's the stuff?"
"Heliom-menthite Steroids. It's totally undetectable by any sort of medical test, whether it be urine, blood, anything. They will never find this stuff in you."
"Awesome! So I just shoot myself up with this stuff? It's safe right?"
"I believe so."
"You 'believe' so?"
"We got these vials from an abandoned ex-Soviet research lab. Apparently they were going to be used to boost the performance of Soviet athletes for the next Olympic games, but before they could be used the USSR fell."
"Heh, so they were government-sanctioned? I guess that sounds safe enough."
"Plus the chemicals within these steroids have been sourced from certain natural elements, like helium."
"Interesting, so how much do you want for this stuff?" Miranda unsheathed her wallet from her pants pocket and unfolded it to grab some bills. The Russian just raised his right hand and began waving it.
"Actually, you do not have to pay me yet. I want to see how this special steroid verks myself." "Oh? Well, that's generous of you. Being a black market guy and all."
"We're planning to reproduce and sell this chemical on the market, and if things go well you'll be our first customer, as well as our product tester."
"Aka, I'm a guinea pig."
"Errr, sort of. But trust me, we took a look at this stuff and it doesn't look suspicious to us at all. Its like normal steroids."
"Okay, that's good enough for me." Miranda grabbed the cuff of her windbreaker and began to roll the sleeve back, exposing her toned muscular arm.
"Excellent." Grinned the man. He reached for the vial and a sterilized syringe. After tearing it out of the paper pouch, he unscrewed the cap off of the small bottle, placed the needle into the mouth, and pulled back on the tab. Quickly the strange liquid within was sucked up into the syringe tube, ready for injection.
The man then grabbed some rubbing alcohol and a cotton ball from within a pouch within the suitcase. He rubbed the alcohol onto Miranda's arm to sterilize it, then he pointed the needle towards the vein buried beneath her skin and plunged it into her flesh. After just a second the steroid within the bottle had been squeezed out from the syringe and into Miranda's circulatory system. Quickly he pulled the needle out of her arm and pressed the damp cotton ball into her arm.
"Press down on it for a few minutes and it should be healed up a bit."
"Thanks.
"By the way, is it true you have a game tomorrow?" Asked the man as he began to button up his case.
"Yeah. It's right at this pool, tomorrow morning at ten o'clock. You planning on coming?"
"I want to see this steroid in action myself." As the man picked up his briefcase he floated out the door from which he came from.
"Er, goodbye." Miranda grimaced and nursed the needle-wound on her arm.
Next morning the young Russian sat relaxed in the bleachers at the water polo game. He casually popped some peanuts into his mouth that he bought from the young kids at the gate. All the girls on both teams were swimming laps to warm up for the game, the lanes were a torrent of white water flying up into the air. The man searched for Miranda, curious to see if the steroid had changed her body in any way.
At the far end of the pool a shiny a slippery and muscular girl hoisted herself out of the water, it was Miranda. Her overall muscle mass did look noticeably larger, the steroids had already taken effect. As she stood up and slid her goggles over her forehead the girl grinned with glee at her new body.
"Aw man, I didn't expect it to work this fast! I'm swimming freestyle faster than ever before! Nobody will be able to catch me when I've got the ball!" she thought as she patted her shiny neoprene swimsuit, admiring her newly-gained muscular curves. On the other end of the pool she spotted the referee signaling the two teams that the game was about to start. Miranda smugly trotted slowly over to the play area to play what would be an easy game in her opinion.
The game had been on for about a couple minutes and already Miranda had scored three goals and she was dashing towards the opposing team's goal for a forth score. Her team mates were astonished by Miranda's gusto and speed, they had never seen her so active and powerful before during a game but they weren't complaining. They were beating the pants off a team considered to be one of the top picks in the city.
Miranda stopped in front of the goal and raised the ball into the air with her right arm. The other team members still were struggling to catch up with Miranda and they wouldn't be able to catch her in time. She was going to toss the ball and most likely make another goal. She relished every second of the moment, knowing that she was unstoppable.
Right as she was about to toss the ball into the net for a clean trick pass, she felt a massive grumble erupt from within her stomach. It was powerful enough to knock her concentration and cause the ball to drop from her hand and into the goalie's arms. Miranda turned around and grasped her stomach underwater...
"What the hell was that!?" Her eyes bulged in shock as she felt a tingling sensation throughout her whole body. All she could do was tread water and try to comprehend what was happening to her.
"Hey Miranda! Hustle over here!" cried out one of her team members on the other side of the playing area. "You feeling okay?"
"Uh, ugh." Miranda knew she couldn't play right now, so she made up an excuse. "Er, I have a nasty cramp in my stomach, I need to sit out for a bit." She yelled to the referee.
"Okay, come on out." The man began to walk back towards the center line just as Miranda hoisted herself out of the water. Now the tingling sensation grew even more noticeable and then that's when something began to happen.
All Miranda could do at first was just stare blankly into the crowd without a clue about what was happening to her. Yet a few people within the audience began to point towards her and gape open-mouthed. This is when she looked down and saw that all the muscles on her body were growing! Slowly her bulging muscles ballooned out, making her look like a professional body builder within a few seconds. Despite their size they somehow didn't feel like they had much mass to them, it was like they were filling up with air. Now Miranda was beginning to panic, she hugged herself, feeling the still-inflating and very thick muscles on her body. Sweat began to ooze from her pores out of fright as she panicked. Before she could cry out she spotted the man who injected the steroids into her body the night before. He was still sitting in his bleacher, carefully watching the entire spectacle. That is when Miranda began to think, "Heliom-menthite!? That sounds way too similar to, HELIUM!" She began to cook with rage within thinking that she had been duped into trying a drug that nobody had taken before. And now the unknown side-effects were now becoming apparent.
First thing Miranda tried to do was point and yell at the man in order to tell people of his association with her plight, but as she reached her arm forward she heard what sounded like a loud hiss erupt from her belly. She looked down and much to her chagrin noticed that her stomach was inflating outwards, like a big black shiny balloon. It billowed out at a brisk speed while her ballooned muscles on her arms and legs began to smooth out into more simple and puffy curves. Now instead of looking like a body-builder Miranda had transmogrified into a grossly blimped caricature of a human. Her breasts blossomed out in front of her chest, obscuring her vision of the now equally-surprised crowd. Her back had billowed outwards as well along with her buttocks which now had expanded into two pale shiny beachballs squeezed together. The tight rubber swimsuit didn't cover much of butt even when she was normal size and now it had all but disappeared, wedged between the gargantuan cheeks.
Miranda tried to call out for help but nothing understandable came from her mouth, it was obscured by her round puffy cheeks that reduced her speech to loud muffled murmurs. It was a miracle that her swimsuit had managed to still adhere to her body as it stretched and stretched, squeezing her body a bit as it reached the maximum limits of its elasticity. She struggled to keep herself standing as her legs and arms spread further, making locomotion an almost-impossible chore. Still her body relentlessly inflated, her ultra-tight and shiny skin squeaked and made groaning noises as more gas formed within Miranda. Finally she couldn't keep herself standing up straight so she had no choice but to fall backwards. Despite ninety-percent of her vision being obscured by her now-mammoth breasts, Miranda could gaze off into the bright blue sky not knowing that she would soon become a part of it.
Now all Miranda could think of was how the audience was getting a prime view of her zeppelin-like underside and a crimson shade of embarrassment overcame her at the thought. Soon that feeling was overtaken by shock as she felt the pressure of cold concrete ground under her back disappear. She was now slowly floating up into the air like a child's balloon being let go. The referee and the opposing team's coach began to run towards the aloft Miranda and attempt to grab her but both of their valiant efforts were futile. First the ref didn't get anywhere near her, he slipped on the wet concrete and fell down onto his butt. The coach managed to touch Miranda's tight and slippery back but couldn't successfully grab a hold of her. Now Miranda was floating out of their reach and into the sky. All she could do was scream underneath her baseball-sized cheeks not noticing that the hissing within her had stopped. Lazily and carelessly Miranda's ballooned body tumbled upwards into the sky, higher and higher up. All the people on the pool's premises tilted their heads upwards and stood up and they watched her sail into the beautiful blue sky. Also people within the park surrounding the municipal pool began to take notice of the strange balloon that had taken off from the pool.
"Mommy? What's that?" questioned a young boy as he pointed towards Miranda.
"You got me son, I guess they were having a party at the pool and one of their party favors got away." she replied to the perplexed boy.
Everybody watched the helpless Miranda until her bloated floating body disappeared into the blue haze of the sky.
Down on the ground the coaches decided to indefinitely postpone the game as everyone sat down and tried to recollect their senses at what they just witnessed. The young Russian man in the crowd on the other hand just popped another peanut into his mouth and walked off towards the exit. Outside the Pool's gate his partner and girlfriend was waiting for him.
"Looks like your customer didn't care for what you gave her, she ran off." The blonde-haired miniskirted vixen joked to him in Russian.
"Well, looks like we're not raiding that warehouse anymore. Might as well just sell the familiar goods." As the man chomped on a peanut his girlfriend reached her gloved hand into the bag and plucked the last one from the bottom.
"I guess those Americans are right about one thing, 'Winners Don't Do Drugs.'" she grinned as she munched on the peanut.
"Yeah, but I think it's worded wrongly. It should be 'Winners Deal Drugs.'"
"All those movies and television shows say otherwise, what makes you so sure of that?"
The man reached into his pocket and unsheathed a blue canvas wallet. He unfolded it and took out ten one-hundred dollar bills and flapped them for a bit in front of his grinning girlfriend's face before stuffing them into the pocket of his trenchcoat.
"Swiped it from her gym bag right before she turned into the Goodyear Blimp." grinned the man.
Giggling happily the girl wrapped her arms around her love and they walked off into the park. "Come on, let's go to that fancy place you really like to eat lunch at." Said the man as he crumpled up the empty peanut bag and tossed both it and the wallet into a nearby garbage can.
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Title: 1, 2, 3.. As Easy as ABC Ch. 18
Tags: lesbian sex, interracial sex, seduction
It was done.
Jo was now, once again, a civilian, free to live her life without fear of reprisal from the Army for she being a lesbian, and free to pursue her dream of opening and running her own restaurant, believing there to be a 'niche' in her city for a small, gourmet burger-house.
Of course, she'd do the legwork and all that would be necessary to develop a business plan to do so. Not a problem, thought Jo, Tess wouldn't graduate from college until the end of May and since this was only the middle of March, she'd have plenty of free-time to do what she needed to do.
Despite repeated pleas to Tess from Drs. Willie and Bea not to do so, Tess withdrew her application to Graduate school at her school. Tess had applied to, and was accepted by, her father's University where he had taught for so many years. They, the University, thought it a coup to have Tess as part of their Graduate program, the school's respect for Robert Clancy having a great deal to do with Tess' acceptance.
Of course, Tess had the grades and on that alone, she'd have been accepted. But, thought Tess and Jo, it never hurts to have a little advantage, here and there, in life.....
"Jo?"
"Yeah, baby?" Jo answered between small after-sex kisses to Megan's sweet pussy.
"Are you sure that Tess is okay with you and I seeing each other?" Megan asked, her fingers gently rubbing through Jo's hair as Jo nibbled on her body.
"Of course. Why wouldn't she be?" Jo replied as she crawled up to lay next to Meg in Jo's bed, putting an arm around Megan to draw her close to her own body.
"It's just that I like being with both of you, or either of you, and I don't want to rock the boat between you two, that's all," Meg said in explanation of the question, taking Jo's nipple into her mouth, afterwards, to suck on and play with.
"No problems, sweetheart; she just wants us to remember to include her whenever she's home," Jo said to her teenaged lover, Jo's eyes closed in enjoyment of Megan's talented mouth on her breasts.
"Like we wouldn't," Meg observed, her love of threesomes with the two sibs one of her favorite things in her life, now.
"That's what I told her, baby, so don't worry your pretty little head about it, okay? There's not a problem, sweetie, none at all," Jo cooed softly to the teenager, running her fingers through those long, blonde tresses, taking Meg's head between her hands afterwards and kissing Megan with both love and lust.
"Awwww, damnit, the time's gotten away from me," Mega suddenly grumbled when she realized that it was almost five o'clock, the sun now a bit higher in the early Spring sky as it chased the winter away, "I need to go, Jo, I'm sorry."
"It's okay, babygirl, no need to apologize," Jo said to comfort her teenaged lover, releasing Meg from her embrace so that the High Schooler could dress.
"Remember what I told you about tonight," Jo cautioned the girl, "patience, gentle touches, and kisses, okay?"
"I remember, I will," Megan replied, kissing Jo goodbye, not really wanting to leave Jo, but, she had to shower and get ready for her 'date'......
Megan rushed home and jumped into her shower, her mind cluttered with thoughts of what, she hoped, would be a night of possibilities for her and Janice.
Janice had invited Megan to spend the night, to keep her company since her parents would be gone overnight on a visit to relatives.
"I'd really like the company," Janice had said to Megan after rehearsal the other afternoon as they packed away their instruments, storing them in the Band room of their high school.
"See you Saturday night?" Janice pressed further, her subtle scent causing Megan's stomach to flutter.
"Looking forward to it," Megan replied honestly, Janice's smile upon hearing that, causing Meg to smile back at her bandmate, her friend, and if Meg was sucessful, her first taste of a pussy that did not belong to a Clancy sister.
Janice and Meg had been friends since middle school, good friends, not 'besties', but, cordial, respectful of each other's talent in music, their relationship since meeting as pre-teens always having a good 'vibe' about it, not a bad thing at all.
In the few short months since Tess had popped her Sapphic 'cherry', Meg began to look at Janice a bit differently, sorta' like a lioness stalking a gazelle as prey. The two teenagers spent a lot of time together after the Yuletide holidays rehearsing for their Honor Orchestra's annual Spring concert since they, as a duo, would be featured for one of the pieces to be played at the concert, Meg with her cello, Janice with her violin.
Their respect for each other's musical talent only grew as they rehearsed, sometimes at Janice's home, sometimes at Megan's, much to the delight of both set of parents of the teenagers.
The incident that sealed the deal, for Megan at any rate, occurred after a party thrown by a classmate at which the two girls, having arrived together since Megan drove them, stayed together all evening, almost as if they were a couple on a date.
Neither seemed to think it strange that they did that, hang out at that party, both of the girls liking the company of the other. Driving Janice home after the party, they chatted non-stop, laughing with each other about some of the anctics of their classmates that night.
When Meg pulled up in front of Janice's home to drop her off, the girls turned towards each other to say goodnight and, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, Meg leaned forward and placed a closed-lips kiss to Janice's surprised lips. Not a long kiss, not a 'frenchie' but, safe to say, unexpected by either of them.
Janice's initial reaction was wide-eyed surprise but, afterwards, she smiled at Meg as if to say that it was alright that Meg had kissed her goodnight, that she was 'okay' that Meg had done that.
"See you tomorrow?" Janice asked, referring to their planned rehearsal for the Spring concert, Janice leaning forward for a quick kiss of goodbye to Meg, again, only this time, Janice being the initiator of that kiss.
"Goodnight, see you tomorrow," Meg said to her friend.
Waiting until Janice was safely in her house before leaving, Megan drove home as fast as she could, rushing upstairs to her bedroom so that she could masturbate away the excitement within her from having kissed Janice, from having tasted the Afro teenager's soft lips on hers.
And so, a few weeks after that night, when Janice asked Meg to spend the night, to keep her company since her parents would be away that night, Megan had made up her mind that she would get into Janice's pants, that she would seduce Janice on that Saturday night, wanting to do so more than you can imagine........
"Don't know why you're so surprised," Jo responded to Tess' reaction to Jo's telling her of Megan's plan to 'seduce' a classmate, "I remember how excited you were when you made your plans to get into Hope's pants."
"Yeah, I guess you're right," Tess replied to Jo's comment about her reaction, "living in glass houses and all that....you're right."
Tess and Jo were near the end of their phone call when Jo told her about what was going on with Megan these days, both of the sibs truly caring about their teenage lover's well-being.
"So, what are your plans for the weekend, baby-sis," Jo asked.
"Madge's husband is out of town at a convention so she and I are going up to their mountain retreat to spend the night in front of the fireplace," Tess replied, Madge being one of the married lovers of Tess'.
That Madge was obsessed with Tess' lovemaking skills would not be a stretch in describing Madge's feelings towards Tess, not at all.
"How 'bout you? Anything going on for you this weekend?" Tess asked Jo.
"Having dinner at Sondra and Julie's tonight," Jo replied, referring to the two forty-somethings that she and Tess had balled a few months back.
Since that first time, both she and Tess had had a few nights with the two women before Tess returned to school, all four enjoying the unbridled sex that they always had when together. With Tess back at school, Jo and the two women had shared some delicious threesomes a few times, as well.
"Having dinner or being dinner?" Tess rejoined, chuckling as she did.
"Both, I'm sure," Jo laughingly replied, her answer, a truth.
"Well, have a good time, sis; don't do anything I wouldn't do," Tess said as she got ready to end their call.
"That leaves it wide open for me, cunt-face," Jo laughingly jabbed at Tess.
"Can't argue with you about that, lover-girl," both sibs laughing at the remark, a phone-kiss ending their call........
"Food? Drink? Weed?" Janice offered Meg, closing the front door, hugging each other in greeting.
"Weed??? Where'd ya' get weed?" Megan asked in surprise of the offer.
"I have my sources," Janice said with a grin of conspiracy to Megan, "Just because I'm an honors student doesn't mean I don't have a 'dark' side," laughing with Megan at the double entendre comment.
"I'm not all that hungry, Jan, but, if you are, don't let me stop you from eating, okay?" Meg replied, asking, "Where do you want my bag?", referring to her small overnighter.
"Want to sleep in my room, with me, watch scary movies and get stoned?" Janice asked over her shoulder as she led Meg down the long hallway to her bedroom.
"Best offer I've had today," Meg cheerfully answered, tossing her bag onto the floor of Janice's bedroom.
Sweeeeet! thought Meg when she heard Jan's suggestion/offer of sharing a bed, her mind thinking ahead to those possibilities she'd been masturbating to over the past few weeks since she and Jan had kissed goodnight.
Janice convinced Meg to have a bite of salad with her, "We don't want to smoke on an empty stomach, don't want to get too messed up," she said in support of her reason that they should eat something.
"Or, maybe we do," Megan joked back, "It'd give us an excuse if we act like fools," both girls laughing at the remark.
The girls ate quickly, cleaned up their mess quickly, joking with each other, both finding an excuse to brush against the other, to fleetingly touch the other with a hand to an arm, or hands to shoulders, that sort of thing. For Meg, she was sure that it was Jan's way of flirting, she was sure that since their kiss that Janice had been just a tad more touchy-feely with Meg when they were together.
Truthfully, Megan wasn't sure if that was the case in actuality or just wishful thinking on her part. Didn't really matter, Megan thought, she was still going to try to get into Janice's pants, THAT she was sure about.
"If you need to shower or anything, go ahead, I've already showered," Janice said as the two girls locked up the house, walking to Jan's bedroom to 'hang', to watch TV, to get stoned, but not neccessarily in that order, you understand.
"I'm good, sweetie; showered before I left my house, I'm all squeaky clean," Meg replied bringing a smile to Jan's beautiful, flawless face.
"Don't know about you but I'm going to get out of these clothes, throw on a tee shirt and get comfortable," Janice declared as she reached high onto one of her shelves in the walk-in closet of her bedroom.
Feeling the small package hidden between the folds of some large, bulky sweaters, Jan retrieved the small dime bag of ganja and pipe that she and her friend, Megan, would share that night.
"Aren't you concerned that your parents will smell the weed if we smoke in here?" Meg asked as she tried hard not to stare when Jan began unbuttoning her blouse in preparation of 'getting comfortable'.
"No, I've got the window-fan to exhaust the smoke out of the room, it'll be okay," Jan naively replied, turning and facing Meg as she removed her blouse, seemingly not caring that Megan would see her breasts since she was braless.
Megan pretended not to be bothered that Jan had done so as she took off her jeans first while they chit-chatted and disrobed. The truth, of course, was that Meg had to restrain herself from taking one of those mocha-colored boobs deep into her mouth, wanting so badly to be able to do that.
Both girls stayed in their briefs, a light tee shirt covering their bodies and tits, Janice's about a cup size larger than Meg. Janice took the weed with her as she jumped onto the center of her bed, turning on her TV with the remote and patting the bed, indicating that Megan should feel free to join her.
"If you don't care, we'll smoke out of a small pipe, I can't roll a doobie worth a damn," Janice explained as she quickly de-stemmed the pot, cleaning the bud for the small pipe.
"Neither can I," laughed Megan as she sat crossed legged on Jan's bed as Jan was doing, facing Jan, facing Jan's white briefs just peeking out from the edge of Jan's sleep-tee.
"Here ya' go," Janice said through closed lips after lighting the ganja and taking her hit, handing the pipe to Meg.
"Oooh, this tastes good," Megan observed after releasing her breath and some smoke, "this tastes really smooth."
"Yeaah," Jan replied, the good weed already working its magic on her, a silly-assed smile on her face.
They finished the bowl quickly, both realizing that they were fuck-faced stoned already. Leaning and reaching for her nightstand's drawer to put away her stash and pipe, Janice damn near fell off the bed, Meg's quick reaction and grabbing her by the hand being the only thing that prevented it from happening.
"Wow, I am fucked-up, girlfriend," Jan admitted as Meg pulled her from the 'brink' to sit upright.
"S'okay, I am too, sweetie, I'm really feeling buzzed," giggling as she said it.
"C'mon, sit up here with me; we'll find something to watch, okay?" Jan said as she sat with her back against the headboard, patting a spot on her bed, next to her.
"'K'," Megan responded to the offer, moving to sit next to her prey, uh, friend.
Finding nothing worth watching on the regular channels, Jan switched to the cable stations to search, both girls deciding on old reruns of The 'L' Word on the LoGo network.
"I use to watch this before they stopped production of the show," Jan admitted, the admission setting off a ping on the gay-dar that Megan didn't know, yet, that she possessed.
"Yeah, me too," Megan lied, both girls' eyes fixed intently as the lesbian sub-plots unfurled before them.
"Oooooh, that's hot," Jan observed, the kiss between two of the characters, the reason for her opinion.
"Yeah, it is," Meg agreed, sorta' slouching her body a bit towards Jan's, leaning on her elbow, her hand cradling her head after she repositioned herself.
They watched quietly, intently, as the sex-scene got hotter, the two women on the screen hurriedly removing the clothes of the other, jumping into bed afterwards.
And, in the scene that followed, the camera never showed body parts, but, you would have had to be blind not to realize that the bobbing head of one of the women, between the legs of the other, was clearly meant to show the act of cunnilingus.
"Sure looks like they're enjoying themselves," Jan opined, her eyes staying glued to the soft-porn scene on her TV's screen, "wonder if it's as enjoyable as they make it seem?"
"More," Megan replied without thinking, the realization of what she said taking a full minute to register on her ganja-zoned brain.
Turning to look at Jan, to see if Jan had heard it, she was met by Jan's wide-eyes and arched eyebrows, her mouth opened as if to speak but no words flowing forth.
"You....you've done that?" Jan finally found her voice to say/ask.
Fuck!! Megan quickly thought to herself, what the fuck do I say now? Truly not knowing how to get out of the trap she had placed herself in with her non-thinking response, Meg quickly chose the path of least resistance, she chose the truth, strange as it might seem.
"A few times," she answered casually, not wanting to make a big deal of it, trying to be casual about it, like it was no big thing.
"With who?" Jan asked excitedly, turning her body to face Meg's, supporting her head with a hand and her elbow on the bed as Megan was.
Oh, Janice wanted to know, she wanted to hear which of their classmates, or schoolmates, that Megan had done 'that' with, oh yes, indeedy, she wanted Megan to dish the dirt. She was ready for that, spoon in hand, so to speak.
"Nobody you know," Megan replied, choosing to lie, choosing to keep her relationship with the Clancy sisters to herself.
"How? When? Were you drunk or fucked-up?" Janice demanded to know, wanted to know, feeling excitement of a type that she had never felt before churning inside of her.
"Drunk," Megan honestly admitted, "but, the next day, when it happened again, I was sober," Megan went on to say, feeling a bit of arousal within herself as she said it.
"Oh, wow....I would've never guessed that about you," Janice observed, her observation not one of judgement, more of a commentary of admiration, if she were being truthful.
"It was fun, it is fun," Megan replied, her arousal more intense, it seemed, with each passing second.
"I mean, I've never seen you flirt with a girl or anything like that, I mean, I KNOW you haven't with me, at least," Janice said to her bed-mate, her eyes looking at Meg with what could only be called admiration and envy.
"Doesn't mean I've never wanted to," Meg replied, "I mean, you know, with you," Megan feeling a familiar rush of heat in her crotch, smiling at Janice when she said it.
The girls just stared at each other for several moments, each seemingly processing the moment that they were sharing.
It was Janice who broke the silent stalemate.
"Remember the night of the party? When we kissed each other goodnight?" Janice asked.
"Yeah?" replied Megan, the small stab of heat in her pussy beginning to grow, now.
"That was the first time I'd ever kissed another girl, you know, like that, on the lips," confessed Jan to Meg, "I liked it......" her voice trailing off to silence.
"Did you like it enough to let me kiss you again?" Meg asked with a chuckle, hoping for the answer she so dearly wanted to hear.
"I think so, I mean, yes, I did," Janice managed to nervously say, part of her wanting her friend to do so, part of her wondering if she really did.
"I'd like to, you know," Megan said in a low voice, "I'd like to kiss you again, I'd like to do a lot of things with you, to you, just so you know," Megan said further, "I mean, I won't do anything that you don't want, okay? But, I really would like to kiss you again."
"Okay," Janice replied after but a few seconds, laying her head on her pillow, her eyes hard on Meg's face for reaction.
Leaning towards Jan's head on the pillow, Meg continued to stare into Jan's mesmerizing green eyes, feeling a flutter in her stomach when Jan closed her eyes juuuusst before their lips touched each other's.
They were silent as they shared a closed-mouth kiss with each other but when she felt Meg's mouth begin to move just a bit on her lips, feeling Meg's lips start to part, Janice opened her mouth a bit in response, inadvertently sighing as their kiss became more intense. And when Meg heard a soft moan of arousal, she purposefully broke off their kiss, knowing, or rather, hoping, that doing so would make Jan want more.
It did.
"Why'd you stop?" Janice asked as Meg's lips hovered so temptingly close to Jan's face, "did I do something wrong? Was I not kissing you right?."
"Just wanted to check if you liked it," Meg replied as she leaned on both elbows, now, placing a quick peck on the tip of Janice's nose.
"I did," Janice honestly replied, "I liked it a lot."
"Good."
And with that singular comment, Megan kissed Jan again, both of the girls with opened mouths, Jan not resisting when she felt Meg's hand on her lower back, pulling the two girls closer together as their kissing of each became hotter and hornier.
OH!MY!GOD! thought Janice when she felt Megan's tongue slip into her mouth, the flash of heat in her crotch lighting up immediately as Megan's tongue freely explored her mouth.
Both girls were moaning their pleasure from their kissing, both of them beginning to squirm a bit as their bodies responded to the increasing horniness that the kisses brought to their party.
"Still liking it?" Meg asked softly of Janice when they broke their latest kiss.
"Yeah, don't stop, okay?" Janice pleaded honestly with Meg, Jan's breathing coming a bit hard to her, now. Oh no, she thought, don't you dare stop now.
Megan didn't.
Kissing Janice again, a bit more lustfully, Janice returned the intensity of the kiss back to Megan, neither girls choosing to be silent as they kissed each other passionately. Meg felt a brief moment of hesitation in Jan's kiss of her when she slipped her hand under Jan's tee and started stroking her flat stomach, her fingertips causing Jan's stomach muscles to ripple in response.
The hesitation was, indeed fleeting, because when she resumed her kissing with Meg, Jan was even more intense, sliding her tongue into Meg's mouth as Megan had done to her. And when Jan felt Meg's fingertips slowly crawling up her belly, towards her breasts, her only thought was that she wished Meg would hurry up and get there, for God's sake!
Not to worry, Meg's hands found Jan's C-cup breasts, softly fondling and feeling the perfect mounds of flesh, Jan's hardening nipples sending a shiver of satisfaction to Meg.
Feeling ever more confident with herself because of Janice's positive responses, Meg moved her lips to Janice's chin, then neck, her hand slowly lifting her bed-mate's tee shirt higher and higher until, at last, Jan's breasts were exposed.
Kissing the mounds of flesh as her hand softly caressed the mocha-colored tits of her classmate, her mouth soon slipped over a nipple, her mouth making small sucking motions which caused Jan's already hard nipples to hardened even more.
Holding Meg's head between her hands as Meg sucked and kissed her breasts, Jan moved her head side to side on her pillow, her horniness for more of this making itself known to her. She had never felt this level of horniness before, not even when she masturbated her need for sexual release.
"Oooooh," was all that Janice could manage to moan when she felt Meg's hand cup her pussy through her briefs, Jan's crotch humping to meet Meg's soft caresses of her snatch. Feeling Meg's hand slip into the top of her briefs, Jan pulled Meg's mouth from sucking her tits so that she could kiss her, kissing her hard, loudly moaning her arousal as she explored as much of Meg's mouth as she could with her tongue .
When Meg's fingertip brushed across her clit, Janice orgasmed, a small shiver of one, but damn near causing her to bite off Meg's tongue which was deep in her mouth as they kissed.
(patience, soft touches, gentle kisses)
Jo's voice cried inside of Megan's head, Megan trying oh-so-hard to be patient and to take her time as she kissed and touched Janice.
(slip it inside, not all the way, make me want it)
Tess' voice now commanded Megan inside of her head. With her mouth sucking lustfully on Jan's breasts, Megan slipped her finger into her classmate's unbelievably wet snatch, just to the first knuckle-joint of her finger, a gasp of surprise/pleasure coming from Jan's mouth.
Janice was crazy with desire now, out of control some would say as she writhed and twisted her body in excitement under Megan's mouth and hands on her body, Janice's hands rubbing furiously on Megan's back as her need for climax started pounding loudly in her head.
Sitting upright suddenly, Janice yanked her sleep-tee from her body, throwing it to the floor. Pulling Meg's tee from her as well, she tossed it to the floor to join hers, falling back onto the bed, pulling Meg to lay on top of her as she sucked Megan's tongue into her mouth, both girls grinding their pussies against the other's.
Keeping her hand beneath her body as she lay on top of Janice, Megan continued her fingering of Janice while they rubbed their breasts against each other's, their kissing noises very loud in the teenager's bedroom.
"Oooooooooh, ooooooooh, oh God, oh God....." Jan moaned lustfully when she felt Megan's finger slip just a tad bit deeper into her pussy.
Smiling to herself, Meg pulled her mouth from Jan's, her tongue tracing a trail to those gorgeous brown breasts, Jan's hands now finding Megan's tits to play with, to caress, to squeeze wantonly, the pleasure, for her, from another girl's tits in her hands, unbelievably crazy-hot.
As Megan slowly sucked on Jan's tits, she deftly slipped her finger under the waist band of her classmate's briefs, pulling them from Jan's hips, Jan lifting her ass from the bed so that Megan could do so.
Lifting her head from the sucking of those tasty brown orbs of flesh, Megan locked Janice's eyes with hers, staying locked as Megan slowly traced her tongue down Jan's flat, eighteen year-old stomach.
Oh, for sure, Jan knew where Meg was taking her mouth and tongue, knew for sure what Megan was about to do to her. Janice had never, ever, been eaten by anyone, much less another girl, but she knew what it was, she knew that she wanted it to happen, she knew, beyond any doubts, that she NEEDED it to happen, she needed to feel Meg's mouth on her pussy.
Spreading her legs for Megan's body as she licked lower and lower, Jan now leaned on both of her elbows, on the bed, looking downward, watching, waiting, wanting it sooooooo badly, her excitement growing when Meg was finally 'in place', Meg's hot breath on her pussy almost making her cry tears of joy, it felt so good.
For Megan, she had to restrain her desires, her need to feel Jan's pussy in her mouth so strong. Slowly, gently, Megan pried Jan's brown pussy-lips apart, Megan's eyes glazing over with lust at the sight of her quest.
Tess was right, it IS all pink on the inside.
Lowering her mouth to Janice's sopping wet snatch, the two girls kept their eyes on each other as she did so. And when Megan's tongue flicked across and around those delicious lips between Jan's legs, Janice moaned loudly, throwing her head back, closing her eyes as the most intense, delicious feeling of arousal wrapped itself around her body.
Keeping her body-weight on her elbows, Janice lifted her hands to fondle her own breasts, to play, to squeeze, her fingers pinching her own nipples hard as her classmate, lover, friend, did magical things to her sex with her mouth and tongue.
"Aaaaaah, no, yes, oh God!," Janice cried loudly, the first hint that she would not be, never be, a 'silent' sex-partner for anybody, her hips moving furiously fast against the chewing lips and tongue of Megan.
"Ooooooh, God, ooooooooh yesssssssss......." Janice shouted so loudly that it caused Megan to wonder if Janice's neighbors would hear her.
And, quicker than she wanted, much quicker, for she wanted these delicious feelings to last forever, Janice erupted with an orgasm that, literally, brought tears to her eyes of relief and satisfaction.
That's not all that her orgasm brought to their party.
When she climaxed, Janice's virgin pussy absolutely flooded Megan's mouth with juices, causing Megan to slurp and gulp as much of the juices as she could, she, herself, feeling a shudder of orgasm from all that was going on in the teenager's bed.
Oh, Sweet Jesus! thought Megan as she greedily sucked and swallowed her classmate's love juices, DAMN!, she tastes soooooooo wonderful, sooooooo deliciously good.
One right after the other, the hits kept on coming for Janice, each one causing her body to quake with joy, with lust, with desires that bounced around in her head, confusing her, delighting her, making her crazy, but, in a good way.
They lost track of time, both girls lost in the lustful sex between them until, realizing that her mouth and jaw was sore, really, really sore, Megan lifted her mouth from Janice's sopping wet, dripping crotch and snatch.
"Need to take a break, sweetie...need to give my mouth a rest," Megan said to her lover, lifting her head to say it, working her jaw to get the 'kinks' out, her lips, mouth and face slick with Janice's pussy juices.
Janice's response was quick, pulling Megan from between her legs and throwing Meg onto her back to lay next to her. Dropping her mouth to kiss Megan, she felt another shudder of a small climax when she tasted her own juices on Meg's mouth, on her tongue, the smell of her sex on Megan's face making her even more crazy with lust.
With no prompting from Meg, Jan placed her mouth over Megan's tits, sucking and licking and biting and going insane from the feel of the tits inside of her mouth, to her tongue. Jan had her hand between Meg's legs, rubbing her hand over Megan's pussy through her panties, squeezing the dampness and absolutely loving the feel of Megan's snatch to her palm and fingers.
"Me, I want to, tell me how......" Janice begged as her fingers and hands squeezed Megan's tits hard, her mouth making small bites to Meg's breasts, to Meg's belly, her need to 'taste' Megan the only thing on her mind.
"Take off my panties," Meg commanded/instructed her lover, Meg's breathing hard with excitement, Janice almost ripping Meg's briefs as she roughly pulled them from her body.
"Between my legs, move between my legs," Meg commanded further, spreading her legs wide so that Janice could do as told, then crossing her legs at the ankles around Jan's back afterwards, embracing Jan's body with her legs.
There was no further commands or instructions needed after that because, when Janice caught a whiff of the smell of arousal and sex from Meg's snatch, she lowered her head and literally sucked Megan's pussy-lips into her mouth, chewing, gnawing, fighting an insane desire within her to literally 'eat' the deliciousness that was Megan.
"Oh....girl.....just, just like that, oh MY GOD!!," Megan cried aloud, both of her hands holding onto the top of Jan's head as it bobbed up and down between her thighs, Megan's hips humping and grinding against her lover's mouth and tongue.
One, two, twenty, she just didn't know anymore and didn't care about how many orgasms she had; she just enjoyed them all, every last fucking one of them, her body shaking and quaking repeatedly.
Finally, they were exhausted, absolutely and positively whipped from their sex-play with each other. Laying together, both playing kissy-face with the other, they drifted into well-earned sleep and rest for their sex-ravaged bodies.
The next morning after waking, the girls showered together, neither able to keep their hands, fingers and mouths off of the other one. They dried each other, touching each other, getting each other aroused and desirious of fucking the other.
They ended their sleep-over that Sunday morning with a long and delicious act of sixty-nine, Megan's favorite position for girl on girl sex, the act of sixty-nine, now, something that Janice would dearly love, as well.
"When can I see you again?" Janice asked, her arms around Meg's neck, Megan's hands stroking Jan's hips, slowly, softly, their brows leaning against the other.
"We'll figure something out, baby, we will," Meg replied, punctuating her answer with a kiss to her Afro-American lover-girl.
"You do know that I liked what we did, don't you? You do know that, for me, it's not a one-time thing, you know that, right?" answered Jan, kissing Megan lustfully afterwards.
"Yes, I do....for me too," replied Ms. Megan.
"Promise me? Promise me that we'll see each other again, soon, you know, for some 'special time', promise?" Jan pleaded. She didn't want to sound needy but.....she was.
"Count on it, baby, you can definitely count on it," Megan said to her lover/friend, "this isn't close to being over for us," kissing Janice lustfully afterwards.
And, that, folks, was exactly what Ms. Janice wanted to hear from Ms. Megan, exactly what she needed to hear from Ms. Megan..... |
He’d heard that before, back when he was visiting Liz on a regular basis and inevitably ran into her mother draining herself in the living room. The older serval kept a variety of milking machines on hand for whenever she needed to empty out, which just so happened to be on a near-daily basis unless she wanted to end up immobilized by her own dairy production. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise that Cynthia would have something ready in case her daughter needed the same kind of help, but it nonetheless came as nothing less than utter shock once Shrapnel looked back to see the enormous suction cups attached to his girlfriend’s nipples.
Not as much of a shock as the amount of milk pouring out, but then again, at that point he was so tired from everything that had happened that he was just happy that things were finally getting fixed; so much so that, when Cynthia called out for him to go help her rearrange the milking machine once Liz shrank down enough, he didn’t think twice about it, ending up nearly tripping over his own cock in his rush to get out of the room. The older serval didn’t say anything about that immense rod, but they clearly spent a few moments ogling it, their eyes going wide as they went from down below to looking up at the wolf and then back down again, as if trying to make sure that he knew what was going on; probably had something to do with the fact that her own milkers were quite a bit bigger than normal, and this just happened to give her a whole bunch of ideas for where that brand new shaft could go. In the meantime though, they had a job to do.
The two of them spent the better part of an hour draining Elizabeth back down to size. The machine itself was an enormous assembly mounted onto the wall outside Liz’s bedroom; a precaution, her mother explained, just in case their daughter turned out to be half as productive as they themselves were, considering the bedroom was on the first floor and the last thing any of them wanted was for the younger serval to try and go down the stairs while laden with milk. Occasionally, Cynthia and Shrapnel would swap out the suction cups for smaller ones once Liz’s nipples became too small to properly fit, but as the minutes ticked away and the flow of milk began to abate, both of them started to realize that the “damage” done to Elizabeth’s body was far more severe than they could’ve anticipated.
Growth spurts of this caliber did have a tendency to cause permanent growth even when they were fully shrunk down, but neither the wolf nor the serval by his side could ever have imagined that Liz would go from her already well-endowed size to… well, that, especially since it had been their very first time getting their insides painted white without having a condom in the way. It was a herald of things to come, that much was certain, and Shrapnel in particular found it increasingly harder to keep his cock down as it became more and more evident that his girlfriend wasn’t going to shrink past a certain point, one that left her so much more massive compared to before that he was already ready to go again, and damn the consequences.
It was actually amazing how much she’d grown, especially considering she was already far bigger than most people just by default. If her tits used to hang just below the waist beforehand, now they were inching dangerously close to the floor, and quite literally so; Shrapnel was certain that if he managed to stick a ruler in there, the distance between the very bottom of those things’ curvature and the sodden carpet would barely reach three inches, if even that much. This came accompanied by such an obscene amount of overspill that Elizabeth probably had more backboob on either side of her torso than she did torso to begin with; this obviously lent itself to a lot of sloshing whenever she tried to move, her immense bust swinging from side to side and threatening to knock over just about anything out in front of her.
The serval was beside herself, as her tits were now so unbelievably enormous that she could lean over, use them as beanbags, stretch her arms out and still be just barely capable of clearing the halfway mark to her buds… nips which had each grown to the size of an overinflated beachball each, stuffed and engorged, capping areola that took up most of the front of those stuffed milktanks. All in all, the very definition of excess, and one that immediately began to fill up and swell the moment the milking machine was turned off; while initially Cynthia didn’t pay much attention to the sounds of milk churning, as she herself was no stranger to them, the older serval had a slight moment of panic when she noticed her daughter had already bloated a good half a foot in every direction after just a few minutes without having their milk pumped out of them, prompting a rush to get the suction cups back on, much to Liz’s chagrin… and Shrapnel’s as well, at least eventually.
While the two felines settled their issues and argued with one another over what constituted an appropriate milking schedule, the wolf was left with some time to inspect his own body. He already knew that his dick had grown much larger than it had been, but in between being so busy with the milking and the whole “waking up surrounded by tits” thing before that, he hadn’t really had the time to fully take in the change wrought to his form; at best, he was vaguely aware that it was enormous enough that he had to worry about where he was stepping, lest he trip on it and fall flat on his face.
Thankfully for him, as his girlfriend and her mother began to hash out an agreement over who got to bloat, when, and how much, he could close his eyes, steady his breathing, and let his dick retreat back into its sheath… not that this helped things much, considering how colossal that thing had also become. Honestly, it looked somewhat unbalanced on him; since it now had to deal with a dick several times larger than most males his age, the wolf’s cockholster had become this immense, meaty, fur-covered lump protruding heavily from between his legs, thicker and longer than most phalluses were all by themselves. While the tip of it had closed up, it was still big enough that Shrapnel could easily shove his hands inside of it and pull it open with little difficulty, revealing a cavernous opening fit for a cock that could easily outsize most of his body all on its own; to say nothing of the two balls he had hanging underneath him, which he had just then realized had also become something of a gargantuan, engorged version of what they used to be.
While he could still push them behind his legs to walk normally, he was certain that all it’d take would be a day or so without releasing for them to make it impossible for him to move without waddling, and even in the presumably empty state that they were in, both nuts were big enough to go far past his knees and also approach the ground. A perfect symmetry, given Liz’s current condition… Liz, who had tits that hung mere inches off the ground and were trying to push that even more, Liz, whose body had reacted so well to her first true filling that she’d become larger than her mother had ever been. Liz, who was calling for his name and begging him to tell Cynthia that she needed to be bigger, she needed to have the milking pumps turned off and removed from her. Liz, who needed his help.
He acted more on instinct than anything else. One moment he had his back to the wall and one hand on his sheath, experimenting with how much it could open, and the next he was already halfway over to where Liz was calling for him, cock emerging from within that plump thing and with enough blood pumped into it that the wolf couldn’t even see directly in front of him. Against Cynthia’s protestations, Shrapnel grabbed both suction cups and promptly pulled them off his girlfriend, then unceremoniously angled his cock directly into the younger serval’s cleavage; without warning, preparation or even any kind of foreplay, he plunged into the warm depths, drawing a prolonged yowl-cum-moan from Liz and a worried yelp from her mother.
The room was filled with the sounds of churning milk, Elizabeth’s production kicking into high gear as both her and the wolf titfucking her forgot about the world around them; all that mattered was Shrapnel’s hands holding onto so much breastflesh that they vanished all the way up to their wrists, and on the other side, Liz pushing against her tits in tandem with the shaft thrusting into them, purely to maximize the pleasure she felt each time her mate bottomed out. Cynthia, sensing an opportunity, rushed to get the suction cups back on now that the two lovebirds were distracted, and while she was successful at getting the milk flow back into the machinery, this didn’t really do anything to stymie the unending growth that Liz had unleashed upon herself.
Yes, she was dry, dry enough that after the few seconds of build-up were handled, she only spurted milk whenever Shrapnel hilted himself inside her cleavage, the pressure forcing a gush to be fired from each nipple… but with each thrust came raw size as well. It didn’t really matter that the milking machine had left Liz completely devoid of her cream, because each time that Shrapnel’s hips bucked forward, each time that the tip of his cock slammed into the very bottom of the warm insides of the serval’s cleavage, both of her tits surged outwards. They weren’t filling anymore: they were growing.
An inch per thrust, then three, then half a foot, then a full foot each time that cock jackhammered hard enough into her that Liz was left completely breathless. The only saving grace for the two of them was that Shrapnel was too tired to really piston into her with the kind of gusto he did before, but that was hardly any consolation when he still had plenty of energy left in him to titfuck those mounds into taking up most of the bedroom again… and with Cynthia having retreated to the corridor outside, there was no one there to help change the suction cups once they inevitably became too small, no one to stop the two of them from fucking until Liz’s tits started to bloat outwards with milk, no one to tell them when to stop, period… so they didn’t.
Why should they, when they could very easily sustain one another in their endless desire for growth? All it took was for the cups to fall off for Shrapnel to turn his head to the side and drink a whole mouthful of that delicious, nutritious cream pouring so freely from his girlfriend’s teats, experiencing a surge in energy unlike any he’d ever gone through before. It was as if he was given an adrenaline shot straight to the heart with each gulp he took, a process that mounted on itself, leaving him more and more awakened the more he drank; and, coincidentally, making his cock even bigger with every droplet consumed.
He didn’t notice it at first, given that he was already off his feet and basically hanging onto a tit several times bigger than him, but the weight eventually did get to him: when he began to slow down, when his hips tired of having to move such a colossal shaft, that’s when he knew that he was approaching his limit… so he thrust harder. A bigger cock meant bigger results, right? So with one bottoming out, Liz’s tits smashed against opposite sides of her bedroom, with another they occupied every cubic inch of space inside of it, and with a third the walls simply ceased to be, releasing Elizabeth onto the world.
Things became blurry past this point, as they had back before the wolf had woken up surrounded by breastflesh on all sides. This particular time, however, he would come to… in bed. It was shocking, to say the least, enough so that he immediately jolted upwards and scanned his surroundings, part of him dreading the possibility that everything that had happened that day had been some kind of extended lucid dream and him making his girlfriend outgrow her own house had somehow strained the believability of it so much that his own brain put a brake to it and jettisoned him back to reality.
But he wasn’t in his room, nor was he in Liz’s; he didn’t know where he was, in fact. It was clearly some kind of living space, but the longer he kept looking at it, the more Shrapnel realized it wasn’t really a bedroom per se; the whole thing looked too sterile, too clinical to really be somewhere that people lived in: from the stark white walls to the frankly uninspired, metallic and straight-edged nightstand next to him that looked like a squatty filing cabinet, to the way his bed looked like it had come straight from a hospital, if not for the frankly colossal bulge directly in front of hi-oh right, that was a thing.
With a blush, the wolf pulled the sheets off of him, not really knowing how to react once he saw confirmation that what happened had, indeed, been fully real; how else was he going to explain having a sheath big enough to hang close to his knees, or a pair of balls so inflated with seed that they were already spilling over from the far side of the bedframe? The whole thing looked egregiously oversized on him, which wasn’t helped by the fact that his first thought was how enormous Elizabeth must be; not a second later, the tip of his cock pushed its way to the outside world, and a few seconds after that his shaft had risen to full mast, leaving him with a rod big enough to reach the ceiling and still need to bend over a bit just to fit in the room. Easily over ten feet in length and thicker than his shoulders were wide… and yet, not nearly as bad as he dreaded it would be; in fact, it felt downright tiny compared to what it should be.
Answers would come in the form of a very worried-looking Cynthia suddenly bursting through a door to his left side that he hadn’t noticed until then. The older serval was the smallest he’d ever seen her, dressed as modestly as she possibly could to boot; from the way the bags under her eyes looked, she must’ve not slept in quite a while, which raised the question of just how long he and Elizabeth were out for… or whether or not Elizabeth was even fine. His questions would be shushed by the tactical application of a single raised finger on Cynthia’s part, before she unceremoniously pushed his chin up with one hand and grabbed his throat with the other; the panic he felt in that one instant, however, was abated once he realized she was actually fiddling with something, a collar of sorts that he had missed up until then, and with a loud beep, suddenly his dick began to shrink. Not in the way that it usually did, as the blood drained from it after being used, but literally becoming smaller, visually speaking, almost like it was being-
“Compressor tech,” Cynthia filled in for him, breathing a sigh of relief, “we were waiting for you to wake up before we turned it on completely, sorry for that.”
“But…” - he didn’t know what to say. Size compressors were hideously expensive and mostly experimental, at least as far as he knew; did Elizabeth’s mom have industry connections? - “Wait, we? I-Is Liz ok?”
“Oh, she’s more than ok,” the serval replied, rolling her eyes and simultaneously failing to hide a very proud smile she tried her best to pretend wasn’t there, “you two did a number on the house, you know? You’re lucky Liz likes you so much, or I’d have you pay for repairs!”
Shrapnel wanted to say something to the tune of “But I’ll help pay anyway!”, but truth be told, how was he supposed to? He didn’t even have a job, and now with a student loan to pay off as well, he could hardly afford to help rebuild a whole chunk of a family home… though, at the same time, he was responsible for whatever damage was done to it, leaving him in a conflicted state that Cynthia was merciful enough to knock him out of.
“Not to worry hun, lil’ ol’ me’s got a lot more up her sleeve than you give her credit for” - that chuckle was terrifying - “Besides, I think you have something a bit more important to worry about. I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone… for now.”
There was no doubt that the tone in which Cynthia said those last two words implied she was very much not done, and judging by the way she gave his cock a good, long look before leaving the room, Shrapnel could only guess that she was looking for a piece of the action as well. It was a testament to how warped his perception was that the wolf didn’t immediately discard that option, though given what he saw next, he was spared from having to think at all, at least for the next few minutes.
As soon as the older serval squeezed her way out of his presumed observation room, the doorway was taken up by something. Something big, black and capped off by a nub that took up most of the opening. It took Shrapnel a few seconds to realize he was looking at an areola, or at least part of one, and a nipple massive enough that he could probably stuff his whole cock into it and still have plenty of room left; it was obvious who that was, and for the first time of what he presumed would be many others, the wolf was happy that his true size was hidden by away by the compressor, because otherwise that room wouldn’t have lasted much longer either.
How exactly Elizabeth managed to push her way inside was nothing short of miraculous, though given the weird way her tits seemed to shrink and expand as they were squeezed through the tight doorway, it was obvious she had compressors on herself, further raising doubts over just who Cynthia was if they could just afford to call in favours like that. Or, well, that’s what a saner, more in-control Shrapnel would’ve thought, if he wasn’t staring down a pair of serval boobs that took up most of the room; the cherry on top of the cake was Liz somehow managing to jump upwards with a small grunt, swivelling herself in just the right way to end up lying on a bed of her own tits.
“This is your fault, you know?”
There was nothing accusatory about those words. If anything, the way they were spoken, together with the look that Liz was giving him, left the wolf even more grateful for the compressor holding him back; the serval was taunting him, letting him know that if not for… whatever happened to drive them apart, she would’ve gladly gone even further than she did, even when this, her presumably compressed state, was about as big as her mother got when they deliberately went for days without milking themselves down to size.
One could only imagine how ridiculously huge Liz must be without the distortion field keeping her that way, or how ludicrously productive those milktanks must be if they were already that huge to begin with. But, in the end, they still weren’t the most distinctive part of Liz’s body; they were impossible to miss, sure, but there was something else that drew Shrapnel’s eyes once they weren’t locked to the mountain of breashflesh in front of him: her belly.
It was bigger, rounder, and from the shape of it, that wasn’t cum in there… or at least, not anymore. It couldn’t possibly be true, it was too much of a violation of the laws of nature, and yet as soon as Liz noticed her boyfriend ogling her swollen midriff, the first thing she did was give him a knowing grin, a wink, and then proceed to slowly her gravid self in long, circular motions; only then did the wolf notice that, unlike the rest of her, the serval’s belly was actually growing, and fast enough that he could actually see it! Judging from the way it was progressing, her tits would have plenty of competition by the end of the day.
“Came in just a few minutes ago. I haven’t told mom,” Liz mused, knowing exactly what was on her mate’s mind, “and I don’t think it’s really started either. I don’t know what you did to me, but I’m not done growing just yet.”
And again, there was that tone, that invitation to excess, to self-indulgence, to give up the very concept of limitations and just fuck without concern, to breed until the two of them were immobilized by their own productivity, until Shrapnel was left stranded on top of a very fertile Elizabeth, each thrust filling her womb with even more young for her eternally growing belly. It didn’t even register with the wolf that he was going to be a father; in that moment, all he saw was a pregnant Liz with a swelling tum lying on top of two tits bigger than any he’d ever seen before, and the only reason he wasn’t making things even worse was the compressor holding his cock back.
This didn’t stop him from getting up and throwing himself at that wall of tit though, nor did it do anything to dissuade him from trying to stuff his face into one of those gigantic nipples in order to make good use of the milk that was sure to flow from them; he did have a compressor on, so surely he shouldn’t have to worry about any growth manifesting into the outside world, right? If only it were that simple though; as soon as he pushed both of his hands into one of those buds, each one about as big as a beanbag chair, he pulled them open, only to reveal… some sort of black object stuck inside. Looking up, he saw Elizabeth’s toothy grin, explaining why she hadn’t done anything to try and stop him.
“They corked them up,” she stated matter-of-factly, cracking up ever so slightly once the absurdity of it got to her, “told me it was the only way to staunch the flow properly. They actually work as the compressors too, so all my milk gets thrown into whatever pocket dimension these things are using. So no drinks for you, Shrap honey, not until we figure out if we can live together without exploding the whole world or something.”
A tall order, considering Shrapnel didn’t hear a single word of what she said and was instead trying his best to dislodge the cork from within the nipple it was trapped within; whether or not he was capable of, or if Liz should be stopping him, the serval did absolutely nothing to prevent this from happening. Perhaps she, too, disliked the idea of being held back, and wished for nothing more than for her tits to balloon outwards like they deserved to… or maybe she was just having a chuckle at his expense again.
“What are you two kids doing? Hands off!” came Cynthia’s voice from somewhere beyond the wall of boob, “Do you want to get smushed against the wall?!” |
Title: How to Stop Smoking Ch. 10
Tags: asked learned, betty dress, eve reached, movie finished, reached false, donkey cock, told betty, kiss betty, box office, movie began
After Mandy left, I decided to take a shower, get dressed and go shopping.
I didn't want to drive down town, so I chose one of the large malls nearby. I parked and headed into the mall. As I was wandering around, I noticed a tall blonde. She was doing the same as I. Idly wandering around, looking for a bargain.
We were going in the same direction that gave me a chance to look her over pretty good. She didn't have a lot going for her except her looks. She was rather pretty with sharp chiseled features. Her fingers were long and slender. Her legs appeared skinny. I couldn't spot any sign of a decent ass and she had no tits at all.
Why was my cock stirring? It must have been the sensual way she walked. She didn't walk, she floated.
After a few minutes of wandering around, she noticed I was following her. We had stopped at the same window. I wasn't really looking at the window display when she caught my eye. Saying that she noticed I was following her, she asked what I wanted. When I replied "nothing", she gave a little laugh and, motioning to the window, asked if I was thinking about trying them on.
It was then that I saw the display. A ladies lingerie shop. On display was the skimpiest lingerie possible. It reminded me of that store in Hollywood. I told her that I quit looking at the displays after I spotted her and the graceful way she moved. I felt compelled to follow her. I was intrigued with the way she walked.
Her voice had a smooth melodious tone and her eyes twinkled as she looked at me. I invited her for a cup of coffee so we could get better acquainted. Over coffee, we told each other our names and what we did for a living.
Her name was Elizabeth, but she preferred to be called Liz. She was eager to learn more about how I managed to live quite well on investments. In turn, I wanted to hear more about her dancing. Liz was into ballet and had not yet managed to land a starring role.
After most of the small talk was out of the way, I invited her to dinner that night. Liz said that she would accept, but it would have to be a "late night" dinner as she had to dance. I agreed and she told me that she would leave a ticket at the box office for me.
We parted. She to continue her shopping and whatever else she was going to do. I headed home to see if my Tux was clean. I arrived at the box office in time to claim my ticket and take my seat just before the curtain went up. The girl at the box office was amused that Liz had left a ticket for me.
The show wasn't anything out of the ordinary like Swan Lake or anything, just a run-of-the-mill ballet. The dancers were graceful, as expected and the show was nice.
When the curtain fell, I went backstage to collect Liz for our "Late Night" dinner. I met several members of the cast and chatted with them while Liz was dressing.
Liz came out of her dressing room and we left. I took her to the Chez Paree', a French restaurant that specialized in quiet dining nooks. The service was superb. The food was brought to the table on a serving cart with sterno burners to keep everything hot. Our waiter didn’t hover, yet, when out plates looked like they needed more food, he magically appeared and served us.
When we had finished dining, I offered to escort Liz home and she accepted. Driving to her place, we chatted and I learned that she was leaving in a few days. Her dance troupe was going on the road. I walked her to the door and she handed me the key. As I unlocked the door, she invited me up for a glass of Brandy. I thought, "why not," and accepted.
Her apartment was rather drab. She rented it furnished, so you couldn't expect luxury. Going on the road as much as she did meant that buying her own place was not very practical.
As we chatted and sipped our brandy, I noticed that, ever so often, Liz would glance at my cock. As she did so, she had a nervous habit of licking her lips. I took the opportunity to look her over. I was right. She didn't have any tits at all. The gown she was wearing fit like a body suit and didn't leave anything to the imagination.
Liz got up to pour more brandy. As she walked away from me, I looked at her ass. Although she didn't have a large ass, it was a very graceful one. she had a slight swaying motion from side to side, nothing exaggerated, but it was causing my cock to swell just the same.
As she handed me the brandy, I felt my eyes drawn to hers. Taking the glass and her hand, I pulled her toward me. Sitting the glass on the end table, I tilted her chin and kissed her. The response was as though I had let a tiger out of it's cage. She was all over me. This lady was hot.
After a session of very heavy petting, she got up off my lap and led me to the bedroom. We would have broken a record getting undressed, but I had that damned tuxedo on and there were buttons everywhere. Liz helped though and soon had me stripped. I knelt and, taking the hem of her gown, began to slide it up her legs. As I removed her gown, I rubbed the silk material against her legs and pussy as I moved up past her stomach and tits.
Little quivers of ecstasy traveled the length of her body. Her eyes closed and a low moan escaped her throat. Picking her up, I moved to the bed and lay her down. Then I began a journey of kissing her from head to toe. She just lay there, not moving, savoring every moment.
Once in a while, I'd find a spot that made her quiver and I'd concentrate on it. Deciding that I had worked her over long enough, my tongue found the silken hair of her pussy. As I licked her inner thighs, flicking my tongue over and in her pussy, she began to rotate her hips. She kept forcing her hips higher and higher against my hot tongue.
I spread her pussy lips with my fingers and started licking and sucking her clitoris until she begged me to fuck her. I was hard as a rock by then, so I moved into position to put my cock inside her.
As the crown of my cock slipped past the entrance, she lunged upward, taking the entire length with one stroke. Suddenly, we both were slamming our bodies against one another as fast and as hard as we could. In no time at all, Liz climaxed. I had a "false cum" and idly wondered how many I would have this time. We rested for a while with my cock buried deep inside her. Then, as I began a slow stroking motion, Liz asked me to get off. She wanted to show me something.
As I withdrew my cock from her wet pussy, I noticed that the little bugger had grown to his full 12 inches. This was unusual.
Liz got out of bed and, bending over backwards, placed her hands flat on the floor. Her body formed an arch with her pussy high in the air. She then told me that she wanted me to suck her pussy. When I felt her coming, I was to fuck her in this position. This lady was full of surprises.
The position that she was in not only had her pussy thrust high in the air, but it also had her pussy lips opened wide. I placed my mouth over her sex and began licking and sucking her.
It wasn't long before I noticed that her whole body was shaking. It took a lot of effort to maintain that position. She begged me to fuck her. I placed the crown of my ready cock at the entrance of her pussy. Taking hold of her ass cheeks, I began to ease my rigid cock inside. Her pussy was very tight. The position had a lot to do with it. It took some while for me to get my cock inside, but the more I pushed and pulled, the wetter she got.
Finally, it became easier to stroke my cock in and out of her tight pussy. The friction soon had my balls tightening and I knew that I was ready to cum. I increased the pace and my balls erupted in a fantastic cum.
I kept fucking her until I had emptied every last drop from my balls. I continued fucking her until my cock began to soften. When I withdrew my cock, she collapsed. I went to wash up while she rested. After she cleaned up, we got dressed and returned to the living room.
As we finished the brandy, we talked. I asked her how she learned that position. Her first ballet teacher, when she was 12 used to suck her pussy while she maintained the balance required of the movement.
Later, when she was adept at the position and was about 15, he fucked her in that position and she loved every minute of it. Since then, it was her favorite way to fuck. She also told me that she had a large dildo. When there wasn't a man available, she would stick that in her cunt. Then she would put on a pair of panties to hold it in place, turn it on and assume the position. My cock was starting to swell listening to her.
I asked her if the men in the ballet were helpful when she was on the road. She told me that most of them were gay. Now and then, she managed to find one that would fuck, even if he was gay. She described one guy like that. He invited her to his apartment once. While they were fucking, his boy friend showed up. She laughed as she described the fight they had. The language and the names they called each other was an education.
And, after they had simmered down, she watched them suck each others' cocks while she played with her pussy. Later, after this guy's lover drifted off to sleep, she managed to get a fuck after all. As we were finishing our brandy, Liz asked if I would stay the night. Her stories had caused my cock to get pretty stiff and I decided that I would.
We went to the bedroom and climbed into bed. Liz felt my stiff cock against her belly as we cuddled, but told me that she had enough for the time being. With that, we drifted off to sleep.
About dawn, I awoke to find Liz sucking my cock. She had that sucker clamped in her mouth and was working it over good. I was hard as a rock. When she saw that I was no longer asleep, she announced that it was about time I woke up.
She said that I had already had 2 "false cums" and she was ready to fuck. I felt my tight balls and knew that it wouldn't be long until I came. When I told her this, she straddled my legs. Rubbing my huge cockhead against her hot pussy, she slid down it's length until it was buried deep inside. Then she moved her legs out to the side in a split.
Using just her hands and arms, she began to raise and lower her hot pussy on my rigid cock. The position caused her pussy to be extremely tight on my cock and the feeling was sensational.
After a couple of minutes, my cock started jerking and cum began rising from my balls. She continued milking my cock until there wasn't a drop left. I asked where she had learned this position. It seems that she had invented it herself.
We then cleaned up. While I was dressing, Liz made breakfast. After we had finished eating, we turned on the TV and sat on the sofa drinking our coffee.
After a while of commercial TV, Liz asked if I wanted to watch a movie. I asked what she had. She just smiled and went to the TV cabinet and opened a drawer. Taking out a video tape, she put it in the player and started it. When she switched the TV over to tape, I knew why she smiled. It was a XXX-rated movie.
Liz adjusted the sound and sat down next to me on the sofa. As the movie began, she lay down with her head in my lap. Liz said that she had a couple of favorites. This was one of them. After all the screen credits were over, the movie began. It didn't have any noticeable plot other than fucking.
A woman, presumably Spanish, was sucking on a donkey's cock. Now a donkey isn't a very large animal, but his cock was enormous. It had to be 2' long and about 4" in diameter. How that woman managed to get that cock hard, I'll never know.
After she felt that the donkey's cock was hard enough she moved to a table and, bending over, offered her pussy to the donkey.
The donkey moved toward her and you could see him sniffing the air. As he reached the woman, he shoved his nose between her legs and began to lick her pussy. He kept this up for about 5 minutes. You could see her body responding time and again as she had orgasm after orgasm. I thought she would collapse.
Then the donkey reared up and, placing his front hoofs on her back, proceeded to stick that massive cock in her pussy. The woman reached between her legs and helped the donkey get his cock lined up. As soon as the donkey felt his cockhead slip between her pussy lips, he gave a lunge.
I swear, I don't know how that woman took it all, but she did. The donkey buried his entire cock deep within her in one lunge. Then, he began the frantic fucking movements that seems common with all animals in heat. Slamming that massive cock in and out of her until he came.
After the donkey got off, the woman collapsed. End of movie.
Watching this, I had gotten horny again. My cock had started swelling. I could see by the little smirk on Liz' face that she could feel it.
Liz changed the tape, putting on another of her favorites. This one was a little more like an American made fuck film than the first. When the movie began, there were two teenagers studying in one of their bedrooms.
As they studied, it became obvious that the course they were cramming for was sex education. One of them was Betty and the other was Eve. As they got deeper in their studies, they began discussing what each had tried to learn about sex. Betty told Eve about the black basketball player she had sucked off. Eve, in turn, told Betty about taking on 3 chemistry students who had invented an aphrodisiac. It made you horny and left you with no muscle control. It gave you a sort of "out of body" experience. As the two girls related their stories, I watched as each rubbed their nubile little titties and crotches. The stories they told were turning each other on.
Before long, Betty asked Eve if it would be all right for her to kiss her. Betty explained that she wanted to be more adept at "making out." She needed someone to practice on that would give her advice. Eve said “sure” and the two of them moved to the bed to begin the experiment. Eve told Betty that she would be the boy. When she reached for Betty, Betty was to close her eyes, think sexy thoughts and just let her lips and body respond. Betty asked how she would know if she was doing it right. Eve told her that she could tell by her pussy juice. Nothing told the truth more than a wet pussy.
Now my cock was getting so hard that it was beginning to be painful. All bound up in my shorts with no place to grow. Liz wasn't helping matters either with the rubbing motion she had been putting on my cock with the back of her head.
As Eve reached for Betty with her lips slightly parted, Betty closed her eyes and tilted her head back. Eve placed a wet juicy kiss on Betty's full lips. Then she began to move her head from side to side, ever so slightly, working her tongue deep into Betty's mouth. I could see Betty was beginning to respond. Her breath was getting deeper and her little titties was starting to rise and fall with the movement of her chest. Eve reached for the buttons on Betty's dress just about the same time that Liz unzipped my pants. As Eve undressed Betty, Liz reached in and managed to extract my huge cock.
Betty was getting hotter and hotter. Eve removed Betty's dress and slid her bra up above her little titties. Then, taking a nipple in her mouth, she rolled it back and forth with her tongue. Liz had my cock in her mouth and was sucking it like a day-long lollipop. Betty decided it was time for her to experiment on Eve, so she began to undo Eve's sweater. When the sweater was off, she removed Eve's bra. Eve had larger tits that Betty. Taking one in her mouth, Betty imitated Eve's sucking action by rolling Eve's nipple around in her mouth.
Liz was stroking my cock, fondling my balls and gently nibbling on my cockhead. I had already reached one of my "false cums" and she was working on another one.
Both Betty and Eve decided to stop and take off the rest of their clothing. This done, they slid into a '69' position to experiment some more. When they started licking and sucking each other, I knew they were no longer acting. Liz let go of my cock, raised up and took off her shorts and panties. Then, facing the TV so she could watch, she straddled my legs and aimed my turgid cock at her pussy lips. As my cockhead slipped in, she lowered herself until the full length was inside her.
We watched the two girls in the movie as Liz began to move up and down on my cock. After a few minutes of this, she came and I reached another "false cum." Liz kept up the movement until the movie finished. Then, she got off my cock and changed the tape. This time she put on a movie that started with a black stud and a white chick. No ordinary bullshit, just plain old-fashioned fucking.
Liz returned to the couch, straddled my legs and stuffed my rigid cock in her hot pussy again. As I watched the action, I got a start. That was John in the movie. I'd recognize that cock anywhere. Liz told me that this was her favorite. She had a fantasy about a big black cock. When I told her that I knew the guy in the movie, she came. After she finished milking my cock some more, she asked me to introduce her. I promised I would if she would be a good girl and make me cum.
Two more movies, 4 more "false cums" and a lot of sucking cock and she finally made me cum. The clincher came when she went to the refrigerator and got some ice. While Liz was sucking my cock, she rubbed the ice on my balls until I came.
After getting dressed again, I figured it was time to go home, so we exchanged telephone numbers. Promising to get together when she returned from her tour, we said goodbye and I left. |
Title: 420'd Accidental Bi Sex Ch. 02
Tags: bareback, gay male, blow job, bisexual, crossdressing, cum, lingerie, oral sex, submission
I texted Jamie the day after he buttfucked me for the first time: "Hey, sup?"
No response. A strong ignore. After a second text went unanswered the next day, I thought: Well, fuck. So that's how it works. Fine. I'm straight, not like I'd ever want to do anything with a man again anyway. Just a one time fling, seeing what being bi was like.
Still, I felt a tiny bit butthurt. Both figuratively and literally, my recently virgin ass sore from being buttfucked so hard. But sore in a good way, a reminder of what, let's face it, had been a surprisingly sexy experience being smoothly seduced and then shafted balls deep.
I sent out a bunch of hook up requests over the next few days with various women. The first date went nowhere, that sort of awkward small talk over an old fashioned (and a glass of Pinot Noir for her) with someone who it turned out was only compatible on screen, but in meatspace wanted me to buy her dinner after it was evident she'd never fuck me.
The second woman, Renee, was somewhat plain looking, but from the moment we met she was giving me that look that said she knew I was out of her league, and so she would try really hard to please me. So I took her back to my apartment, and she responded to all the signals that she was ready to fuck - she took off her high heels, indicating she wanted to stay, accepted a half glass of wine to relax her inhibitions, pupils wide open from attraction, tilting her head, touching my arm, spreading her legs a bit - all but saying she would let me fuck her on the first date, and let me do anything I wanted. Soon she was sucking my cock, but I kept thinking of what it must feel like from her perspective as she deepthroated me, let me flip her into doggystyle, fuck her pussy a bit. And finally, to relive vicariously what Jamie had done to me, I fingered Renee's puckered back hole then buttfucked her while she moaned and looked over her shoulder at me and told me she was my dirty girl and I could do what I wanted. I came hard, thinking of how it had felt with Jamie inside me.
I was hoping Renee might be an ongoing booty call for me, but things went sideways as she was cuddling up afterwards, looking lovingly into my eyes, her mousy brown hair tumbled across my chest:
"So, does this mean you're my boyfriend?"
"Hmm?" I said, raising my eyebrows.
She waited, her eyes looking for an answer.
"Wouldn't that be moving a bit fast?"
"Fast? Letting you in my butt isn't intimate enough for you?"
"I think we've got different algorithms for what constitutes intimacy."
She blinked.
It occurred to me that she might not know what an algorithm was. Or how normal relationships developed. Or what my name was. Maybe I should stop fucking total strangers ...
Nah, that's crazy talk.
"I don't wanna fight. Let's just cuddle up and go to sleep. We can talk about when you'll be my boyfriend in the morning."
"Umm ... I don't do sleepovers on the first date."
She took that in, the crazy slowly seeping into her eyes. Or maybe it had been there all along and I was slow on the uptake, ignoring the red flags in a warehouse loaded to the ceiling with red flags. "YOU PUT YOUR PENIS IN MY BUTT!"
"I've had a cock in my ass before and I didn't immediately jump to, oooh, let's go get married, oh, and what's your name again."
"WHAT?"
Five minutes later, she'd gotten past the anger stage of the Kubler-Ross sequence for grief and loss and had transitioned into bargaining about what sexual acts she would offer me if I'd let her stay the night. While I was in the poorly documented "You need to leave now ... no, really, I mean like, RIGHT now ... because I don't do crazy" stage that all the major psych textbooks seem to curiously omit. They really need to update those books, I thought as she yanked on her clothes and stormed out. Make them more relevant to freshmen.
The door slammed. That went well, I thought, reminiscing on that scene from Firefly where Mal winds up naked in the desert.
Prolly no future booty call there, I thought. Unless her algorithm is melodrama followed by angry tearful nonstop make up fucking. Hmm ... knowingly sticking my dick in crazy. That's worked so well in the past, I thought, remembering the chubby schoolteacher French-Vietnamese "girlfriend" who after a few "dates" started letting me fuck her for a nominal fee on weekends, saving up to move out of her mom's house.
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Several days later, frustrated and horny after a date that went nowhere, I went home and fired up my laptop to jack off to videos of big titted dark eyed women. I'd gotten comfortably naked in bed and started watching something titled "Latina's Colombian Big Ass Gets Fucked Hard" when my cell phone chimed that I had a text incoming.
It was from Jamie: "Can you cum over now?"
"It's been like a week. The fuck?" On my laptop screen, a dark eyed beauty was in doggy style position, looking seductively over her shoulder at some big dicked guy wearing a condom who was rubbing her big sexy butt and lubing her pussy, getting ready to stick it inside.
"Don't be that guy. Here's the deal - I wanna role play. You cum over and don't talk, just fire up my bong and get 420d on good Colorado weed. Follow my lead, do what I say."
I considered deleting the text as the latina in the video moaned and wiggled her plump butt as she got fucked, her thiccness jiggling delightfully. My hole itched, and I suddenly wished I was her in that video, getting taken hard.
"Umm ... OK. Sounds kinda hot. See you in five?"
"Remember - no talking unless absolutely necessary, starting right now. No reply text, just cum over."
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I knocked on Jamie's door, but it just starting opening from the pressure of the knocking. So I walked in. Jamie wasn't there, but the dark charcoal grey coffee table in front of the black leather couch had a huge red bong, preloaded with what I assumed was more of his kickass Colorado bud from last time.
And a small pile of unopened women's lingerie, with a handwritten note:
"Undress and put one of these sets on. No arguing - if you don't like it, that's fine, but you'll have to leave. I'm gonna assume consent for everything I do, unless you speak up. You won't be forced into anything. But if you dissent to anything, you'll be asked to go. Unless I ask you to role play nonconsent.
Today's role play is you're a high end call girl. Knock on my bedroom door when you're dressed for the role and ready to service your client.
Oh, and take the tab of E next to the bong, plus a hit or three from the bong, get your head in a good place."
I looked at that lingerie for what seemed to be a long time. Really? He expects me to wear THAT?
But my dick started getting hard at the thought. And I rarely overruled my cock in these situations - if they get your considerably less thoughtful head hard, you gotta fuck them. Unless ... you know. If they're crazy.
I'd never taken Ecstasy, but I'd heard good things about it, a Love The World drug, so I swallowed the white tab of E, washing it down with some Italian mineral water he'd thoughtfully provided. Then I toked up, smoking the entire bowl. Already slightly stoned and feeling good, I picked a pair of black lacy panties and bra and put them on. The bra was a tiny A- cup, the size of cup that a sexually insatiable Japanese girlfriend I'd had would wear briefly before they got yanked down, my mouth on her lovely dark brown nipples, feeling them get hard in my mouth as she moaned and got dripping wet.
My hard pecs filled the bra cups. Feeling incredibly weird and self conscious wearing women's clothing, I loaded the bong with another nugget of weed with little golden hairs from the black eighth ounce container on the coffee table, then grasped the bong by the long red neck and walked to Jamie's bedroom door. I considered bailing, but I felt really good from the buzz that was building, so I knocked tentatively.
He opened the door, fully clothed, wearing charcoal grey slacks and a crisp white dress shirt, like he was dressed to show he respected me, that I was a valued professional providing a much desired service. His dark eyes hungrily took in my scantily clad body. He twirled his finger, so I slowed turned around for him. He stopped me halfway through and gently squeezed my cheeks covered in black lace. "You're even hotter than your picture your agency sent. Should I pay you now, or after ...?"
Fuck it. Embrace the role. "Now. What kind of businesswoman waits til after the services have been performed?"
He took out his wallet and removed a crisp hundred dollar bill, and tucked it in my bra, then squeezed the A cup holding the pay.
"I'm not some brokeass ho. My usual rate is way more than that. Do you want me to be my client or not?"
"The agency said they'd give me a special introductory rate, but if I liked the services, I should leave a generous tip."
I gave him a smoldering look. "Oh, you're gonna wanna leave a great tip, if you want me back."
"Sure. Here, sit by me on the bed."
We sat down. He took a dark blue cologne bottle, with a gold cap and a gold circle that looked like a coin in the center, off the nightstand beside him and misted the left side of his face and neck. "That's Versace." He picked up a different bottle, colored brown fading to gold at the bottom, that looked vaguely like a torpedo shaped breast with a huge erect nipple, and misted his right side too. "Dior. Now tell me which you like."
I scooted closer so my hips were touching his, and leaned in to smell both sides. "Fuuuck. I love both."
He touched my chin and gently pushed his lips toward mine, as if to kiss me.
I stopped him by putting a fingertip on his lips, our mouths so close I could feel the heat of each exhale of breath, smell the scent of his minty mouthwash, breathing in the scent of those heavenly colognes, looking in his eyes, which were dark with wide open pupils, looking like he was entranced. "Sorry, professionals don't kiss."
"I'd assumed we'd contracted for GFE."
What the fuck is that, I thought. I waited for clarification, not wanting to shatter the illusion by being uninformed of terminology a call girl would know.
"It means Girl Friend Experience, you act as if ..."
"I know what it means. I reserve that only for a select few of my long-standing clientele ..." I bit my lip, as if considering a polite "no". But, he'd said refusing wasn't an option if I wanted to stay. "But, I might make an exception, since you're exceptionally handsome, and appear to be well heeled and generous ..."
I stopped talking and discreetly waited for him to act on the word "generous".
He pulled a fifty out of his wallet and tucked it in with the hundred. When I nodded my assent, he leaned in and teasingly, slowly, brought his lips to lightly touch mine. I felt a rush of pleasure from the physical contact, a craving for sensual touch, and realized that must be the Ecstasy kicking in. He pushed me down on the bed so I was laying on my back, and then lay beside me. Jamie's tongue parted my lips, and I gladly opened up, let him inside my mouth, my tongue starting to sensually and slowly play with his, my head feeling love for the touch, for him, for being so ... ALIVE. God, I was loving what the E was doing for me. As the kiss deepened, my right hand unbuttoned his shirt and played with his slightly hairy chest with gym hardened pecs and six pack abs, while I slowly ran my left hand up the inside of his dress slacks, feeling so much pleasure from the slight rasp of the wool sliding under my fingertips. I began caressing his inner thigh, then traced both sides of his crotch, teasing him. The weed and E were kicking in hard now - my fingertips felt like miniscule blue and red sparks were crackling between my fingertips and the soft expensive feeling wool covering his groin as I began stroking his stiffening manhood.
He groaned with pleasure. He whispered, "You like that big cock?"
I sighed and whispered back, "Yeeeees." We kissed slowly but passionately as he unbuckled the top button of his slacks for me. I unzipped his slacks.
"Touch it."
He wasn't wearing any underwear, so his stiff cock slid easily out. It was long, seven, maybe eight inches to my inexperienced eye, and circumcised. I lightly gripped the base, his flesh hot and soft and so sexy to my touch. "Wow," I whispered, as I began to stroke it, looking appreciately into his eyes at this pleasure he was giving me. I slipped my right arm around his shoulder and leaned my chest again his, the erect nipples inside my black bra sensually sliding against his lightly haired chest, and we kissed some more, his tongue probing deeper inside, sliding in and out, gently mouth fucking me. I reciprocated by squeezing and twisting my hand around his cockhead, loving the feel of his hot flesh, giving in to the desire.
"Kiss it. Kiss the tip."
I gave it a loving, lingering kiss, then licked the salty precum off, his prick twitching at the rasp of my tongue. He lightly put a hand on my shoulder, directing me, and I followed the pressure of his hand and slid off the bed and between his thighs, sank to my knees. I looked up at his eyes, waiting. It felt utterly surreal to be in this submissive position.
He sat up on the edge of the bed, put a hand on the back of my neck and gently forced my lips onto his cock. As I kissed his cockhead he pushed a bit deeper and facefucked me, quickly picking up the pace and grabbing my head with both hands, still watching me with his sexy lustful eyes. He groaned, I licked harder, swiping my tongue across the cockhole and down around the rubbery soft helmet, and he groaned loudly, "You gonna take my cum?"
I took my mouth off to say, "You wanted girlfriend experience, yeah?"
He resumed mouthfucking me. "Then swallow." He grunted and thrust.
"Wait," I said. "Let me make you cum." I cupped his balls while holding his shaft, rubbed his silky soft helmet again the inside of my cheek, and then tapped it lightly over and over with my hand from the outside of the cheek, just a thin layer separating his prick from my hand.
He groaned and grabbed my head and pulled my hair.
He came in my mouth.
He shot hot jets of cum over my tongue, salty and a bit bitter and yeasty and oh so good.
"Swallow."
I ran my tongue over the underside of his cockhead and let his cum inside me, down my throat, so intimate an act, barely keeping up with the spurts ...
As he grew soft in my mouth, he grabbed my hips and swung me around, face down and legs splayed wide, pressed prone against the bed and looking over my shoulder. He pulled my black lacy panties to the side. I watched him press his softening prick between my cheeks and rub it, then take a bottle of lube from his dresser and dribble it on his cockhead and my hole, the liquid cool and sexy, knowing he wanted to fuck me again, overcome his refractory period and get hard for me. Soon I felt him get stiff again as he rubbed his cock, slick with my spit and his cum and the lube, slid it against my arsehole, and it occurred to me that I must have been the last person he fucked, which was why he was so horny and full of cum, saving all his cum for me. So thoughtful ... I felt a rush of pleasure thinking of him letting his cum build up for days, resisting the urge to jack off or fuck someone else so it would be better for us, more urgent and passionate. He pressed his prickhead against my hole and tried to get inside as I moaned and surrendered to the lovely rush of E and the countervailing pressure and pain, the E taking the pain and turning it into warmth and intimacy and giving, tried to give him the best girlfriend experience ever, my entire body his to tease and fuck ... a professional call girl giving him whatever he needed, whatever he desired ... |
Title: Beetlesmith's Ch. 13
Tags: drama
I was hard again, and Barb was clutching wildly at the bed sheets. Karen had her face firmly planted in the younger one's bush. Her hands gripped hard into Barb's ass, leaving deep indentations in her flesh. Karen's loud, sucking kisses and licks sounded like wet slaps of a sponge against a tub full of water, but they were almost drowned out by Barb's throaty moans.
Barb lewdly jacked up her ass ever higher into the air, I suspect in response to Karen's rough nibbling to her clitoris. A large, open-mouth grin lit across her face, as she blurted out, "Oh my god...Mistress...That's the spo...ot..."
Momentarily spent, Barb laid her head down in absolute sated bliss. Karen lifted hers up with a smile. She kissed each of Barb's ass cheeks lovingly, saying, "Oh, little one, Sir and I haven't even started touching the spot. Now where did I put that lube...Ah, here it is. Now, just stay as you are and I'll get you all ready for the main event."
Barbara was still panting, breathless, and continued spreading her cheeks wide for Karen with both hands. Karen squeezed a liberal amount of lubricant down her cleft. The cool temperature of the substance on her overly heated and overly sensitive vitals caused Barb to gasp and clench her buttocks. Putting a soothing hand on the small of her back, Karen worked a finger around Barb's anus, then pushed in ever so slowly.
Barb inexplicably broke with protocol, "What's going to be this 'main event' you keep..."
She didn't finish as Karen slapped her ass. Tears immediately erupted from Barb's eyes. Karen slid up close to her ear, and hissed like a viper ready to strike, "Did either of us say you could talk? You didn't even address us properly, speaking to us as if we were your parents and you were some snotty, little, teenage whore."
"I'm sorry, Mistress."
"I knew I would be able to use that last slap. You unruly little sluts never can keep quiet." Karen slipped her finger back into Barbara's asshole, while asking, "You think you can stay a good little slut for Mistress and Sir?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Now, if you really want to know what's going to happen to you, then maybe Sir will tell you."
Karen went back behind Barbara, and continued to prepare her. Barb looked up at me with a questioning eye. I smiled down at her and caressed her cheek, and said, "I think I'll keep it a surprise. You'll find out soon enough. And no more speaking out of turn, or I'll be the one administering the punishment."
By now, Karen had pushed in a second finger, and worked both around together until her hand was flush with Barb's ass.
Karen gave a lighter spank to Barb—I guess she couldn't help herself—then kissed the spot she just smacked.
"Does this feel good, dear heart?"
"Oh yes, Mistress!"
Karen pulled her fingers out, and said to me, "I think she's ready, Sir."
I looked down at Barb and stroked her cheek soothingly, while answering Karen, "Let's do this one at a time to start. I want to make this as enjoyable as possible for her. You should see to your end first before I join you."
Karen squeezed more lubricant on Barb and applied a healthy amount to the strap-on. Once she lined the strap-on up in her asshole, Karen grabbed Barb by the hips and slowly inch her way in.
Barb gasped at the initial surge of pain, and instinctively flinched away from Karen, but Karen held her fast, saying, "It will hurt at the start, dear heart, but I'll be gentle. Soon, though, you'll be thanking Mistress for the pleasure."
Karen was gentle with her. After pushing in a little bit, she held herself still so that Barb could get used to the girth. Occasionally, she would pull out altogether, and rub Barb's clit—providing pleasure to compliment the pain. She squirted a bit more lube into Barb's hole, and slid back in to the point she was before.
I watched Barb's face through all of this. So far, she couldn't hide from me the pain that she was feeling, as she scrunched up her face, tightly closing her lips and eyes to the hurt. Small tears were squeezed out and ran down her cheeks. As I watched her face, I thought maybe I should have been the one entering her. At least I would have a better feel for the resistance I would meet compared to Karen with a strap-on. I discarded that idea, however. I would have been too big for her as a first time.
All of a sudden, her sphincter must have relaxed, because a sudden calm washed over her face. Karen found the slide easier the rest of the way, and parked herself flush against Barbara's ass. Next, Karen rocked herself gently, working the strap-on around a little bit at a time to loosen Barb's sphincter further. Her rocking soon gave way to long, slow glides, pulling almost all the way out then pushing all the way in again. She pulled out, and again squirted more lube in into her hole—just to be safe. When she reentered, Karen's gliding become quicker. Barb's face blossomed into a wonderfully, blissful mask, while small, subtle moans escaped from trembling lips.
Karen pulled out again, and asked, "Anything to say, dear heart?"
"Thank you, Mistress," she responded, panting.
Karen laughed, "Oh, the pleasure hasn't even started."
I pulled Barb up to me, and commanded, "Sit down facing me. Then slide my cock into your pussy."
When she sat fully down on me, I held her close and leaned back, giving Karen a nice, stationary, unobstructed target.
I felt the strap-on pushing past me, and pushing my cock hard against the dorsal wall of Barb's cunt. Barbara grunted a bit in pain, but when Karen slid fully inside of her and lightly tapping her pelvis against Barb's ass, I saw the pleasure flow across the young one's face.
Oh, it was all so tight in there, with my cock pressed firmly in her warm confines. I felt her muscles grip me as she clenched her buttocks tightly against the strap-on, and I felt the slow drip of her arousal tickling down my balls.
Based on the look on Barbara's face, I could tell this wasn't going to take too much time, but I so wanted to extend the moment. I kissed her gently on the lips, and commanded, "Mistress and I are going to stay still to start. We want you to fuck us all by your lonesome until you don't feel any pain. Go as slow or fast as you're comfortable with."
She moaned a, "Yes, Sir," then started shifting her hips slightly. Even with those small movements, I could feel the strap-on forcing my cock to and fro in her pussy, sending wonderful waves of pleasure down my shaft.
I heard a soft slap, as Karen spanked Barb's ass. She didn't say anything to Barb, but it acted like a signal from a rider to her mount—Barb quickened her hip shifting.
I could see the blissful climb toward climax expressed fully on her face. A fine sweat had already broken out along her forehead, neck, and chest. Her breathing came shallow and rapid through slightly parted lips, and every so often, her tongue would dart out, seductively, as she needed to moisten those lips against her drying breath. Her eyes, when they were opened, were full of expression as they stared at me; full of dreamy sex one minute, then acquiring an almost thoughtful glint the next as if she were contemplating the bliss Karen and I were promulgating within her. After each one of those smoky, thoughtful looks, her eyes would slowly close as another wave of euphoria ratcheted her arousal to a higher plateau.
I heard another spank, more forceful this time. At Karen's signal, Barb changed her tempo and technique, and began using her legs to softly slide up and down as she continued her rocking shift with her hips.
A large grin broke out across her face, as she grunted, "Fuck...Oh my...Fuck."
Her soft slide became a firm bounce. I watched, enthralled, as her firm tits bounced and jiggled seductively with her body's movements. She pushed them forward so that their hard nipples rubbed against my chest. That little action caused her areolas to swell and dimple, becoming as hardened disks against her softer, jiggling mounds. She took a hold of her tits and scraped her nipples and areolas lewdly against my own nipples, trying to garner every small pleasure she could from every erogenous zone. When I put a rough finger against her nipples, her body quivered in delight. She moaned, "Fuck...Oh my...Fuck," again.
I began my own short thrusting to compliment Barbara's bounce, and Karen quickly followed suite with her own shifting. It wasn't long before Barb stopped her bouncing, letting Karen and I thrust into her on our own accord. Her face was calm, eyes closed but mouth agape, as she concentrated on the ever increasing euphoric waves. She still held her breasts in each hand, and kneaded them roughly, as she requested, "Suck on my tits, please Sir."
At the moment I set my mouth to them, I heard another loud smack. Barbara yelped loudly, but it wasn't from the pain. I felt a small flood of her ejaculate trickle into my lap.
Thinking that she had come and it was over, I began to slow my thrusting, but she pleaded earnestly, yet softly, "Please fuck me harder, Sir...Fuck me harder...Oh, fuck me harder!"
There was another loud spank, and I felt another small flood of fluid. Barbara began to yell, over and over, "Oh my god!"
Karen spanked her again. This time she wound up both hands and belted Barbara roughly into both her ass cheeks. The sound of the contact was as loud and sharp as a whip cracking. Instantly, I felt a heavier flow released from her this time. Barbara screamed abruptly, and it was quickly followed by loud chanting, "Harder, please Sir, Mistress. Harder...Harder...Harder...!"
Karen and I slammed into her with abandon. Sweat began to pour off all our faces. I wondered how long this could go on. Barbara already had three little orgasms, and continued to ramp up to an even higher plateau of ecstasy after each one. I started to wonder if I was somehow influencing even this aspect of her sexuality.
I saw Karen winding up both arms in order to deliver another blow to Barb. I added my own hand to the spank. A loud double whip crack exploded in the room. Barb let loose with a short, but loud shriek. This time, however, I didn't sense she had come. Instead, the act seemed to increase the rate of her climb to atmospheric levels, as Barb's voice sounded almost frantic, squealing with ever increasing volume, "Harder...Sir, Mistress...Harder!" Her 'Sir, Mistress' came out slurred, sounding like 'Smistress' as she chanted the line repeatedly.
On hearing her yell, 'Harder,' Karen and I spanked her again, the double whip crack sounding as a shotgun had gone off close to my head. I felt another small squirt this time, as Barb was pushed up into an even a higher level of arousal. She grabbed her tits hard, pressing them together so that her nipples bulged out obscenely and sensuously. I bit hard on her offering. She had all but given up speaking pseudo-coherent sentences now. No longer capable of even chanting a childlike, 'Smistress,' and relegated her verbal calls to repeating a hard, "Ha," sound at the top of her lungs.
I deliberately accentuated my thrusting into her, hitting into her groin so that she jumped at each impact, while saying, "Come on, baby, Sir wants you to come." My words, as well as another accompanying rough spank from Karen and I, ignited her into final orgasm.
She shrieked a high pitch, "Fuck!" A wide-eyed combination of shock and bliss covered her face momentarily, before I felt the bursting 'water balloon,' drenching all of us in her ejaculate. Her body didn't spasm or quiver at first, only her stomach muscles rolled violently across her abdomen. When Karen reached around to touch her clit, her whole body began to violently shake, as she screamed, "Fuck," over and over again.
Many moments later, her strength drained, she slipped over onto the bed. Karen and I followed her over, and we continued to fuck her slowly resting on our sides. Her trembling continued, although her wailing had finally stopped.
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I heard the front door bell but ignored it at first, thinking I was hearing things. After a short pause, however, I heard it again, and this time, whoever it was, was leaning against it like a cab driver leans on a car horn during rush hour. I looked at the clock and saw it was a little past eight. "Who the fuck...," I said under my breath. I got up to put on my bathrobe.
Karen was lying alongside Barb's still quivering body, slow pumping the strap-on into her ass, and said with sleepy irritability, "Whoever it is can come back tomorrow. Come back to bed Sir, and we'll flip dear heart around and do her the other way."
The doorbell stopped ringing.
"How about we flip you around and do you, instead?"
"Hmm, that sounds scrumptious," Karen purred, while kissing Barbara on the back of the neck.
I was about to take my robe off and do just that, when we heard pounding on the door this time. "Jesus, what are they using, a sledge hammer? I'm going to see who it is...And don't come again, either of you, or I'll be very upset."
"Yes Sir," they said in unison, and giggled.
When I got to the door, I just about swallowed my tongue. It was Barbara's mother, Lisa.
"Oh, I'm so glad your home," she said, breathless and frantic.
"Lisa, what's wrong?"
"Is Karen home?"
"She has a touch of the flu, and went to bed early."
She blurted out, "It's Barbara; I haven't seen her all day. I don't know where she is, and I can't get her on her cell..." She continued to ramble on in full panic mode, and ramping frantically higher with each passing second.
"Lisa, what is she, nineteen, twenty? She's probably at a friend's house."
"No, you don't understand. This isn't like her to just leave and not tell me where she's going, or at least leave a note. When I got back from my mother's, I found the house wide open. I've called all her friends, but no one's seen or heard from her all day. I don't know what else to do. I know she's always been fond of you and Karen and wondered if she's here with you guys."
Trying to sound concerned and sincere, I said, "I'm sorry Lisa, I saw her this morning cutting the grass, but I haven't seen her since. You know, you could have just called instead of coming all the way over here."
"I know, but I remembered that she sometimes goes to the library to catch up on coursework during holidays. I'm thinking she may be there and forgot to turn on her cell phone. I was wondering if you or Karen can give me a ride to see if she's there."
"Where's Bob?"
She started to cry in frustration, "He's at work and can't leave. I wouldn't bother to ask you this but our other car's in the shop."
Then I remembered Bob and Lisa had fallen under some bad financial times, which was probably another reason Barbara didn't go to Florida for Spring Break. The Grants couldn't afford the luxury. Bob had to take a night job just to make ends meet. Karen and I even lent them some money a couple of times to see them through the month.
I touched her arm to console her, "Of course I'll take you over there..."
Unexpectedly, she threw herself into me, and hugged me tight out of relief that I would help her. She quietly sobbed a 'thank you' into my chest.
At that instant, a flood of emotion, mental sights, sounds, and smells coursed through me as an electric current, and it was all coming from Lisa. I became cognizant of everything that had happened to her over the past few months or year, and it flashed across my senses and consciousness in an instant.
*I knew in that moment she hadn't been fucked in months, maybe in years. I saw her masturbating in the tub, or in the shower. I heard her shattering orgasms, followed by the soft sobbing of neglect and guilt she felt when finished. I saw Bob through her eyes; sleeping, on the couch, or in his chair in front of a glowing TV late at night, or snoring in their bed with Lisa by his side, and she's wondering sleeplessly if he'll ever touch her again. I could smell her pent-up sexual frustration wafting off her like a cheap perfume. She was just dying for someone, anyone, to touch her in those secret places with love and lust, but was too loyal and loving to seek comfort elsewhere. Pathetically, I saw her sneaking peeks at the adult novelty store as she drove by, trying to screw up enough courage to go inside and buy a vibrator. To buy at least something phallic and tangible that would pleasure her deep, even if her husband wouldn't. Worst of all, I sensed that she had all but forgotten what it felt like to have someone hard, warm, and willing thrusting into her with desire.*
Inexplicitly, I did something I would never have fathomed doing in a million years. I reached up and cupped her groin. I felt nothing by a hot wetness bleeding through her panties and onto her skirt. I swear I felt her pussy twitching in sexual anticipation from my touch.
She quickly stepped away from me with a look of shocked horror and insult donning her face. I thought at first she'd slap me before running home, but she just stood there, staring at me. She lowered her eyes to my groin, and saw my massive erection in full view, poking out through the edges of my robe. I followed her eyes down to look for myself. I had noticed during Barbara's blowjob that my cock was still growing, and was pushing passed nine inches in length. Now, in the dim, ambient moonlight on my front porch, it looked positively massive. Could I have grown that much in so short a time?
I heard Lisa swallow hard. When I looked up at her again, she was staring into my eyes. The expressions of insult, shock, and panic were gone, and I no longer sensed any maternal concern for a missing daughter. If I were to causally mention Barbara's name, Lisa would have asked, 'Who?' Instead, all that stared back at me was unconcealed lust. We exchanged no words in that brief moment we stared at each other, but she fell to her knees and sucked me in. I sensed no remorse, hesitation, or guilt from her, just a total submissive desire for my cock and the rapid flood of her saliva all about me.
I forced her further onto me, well past the point I met with resistance. She accepted it all, and more. I grabbed her hard about the temples and thrust into her as I just thrust into her daughter, wondering if she could taste her daughter on me. The very thought made my cock swell even more.
I pulled out of her to tease. Long strands of her saliva dripped off her chin, splattering her blouse and skirt. She kept her mouth open, wide, waiting for me—silently begging me to fill her again. I slid back between her wet lips. Her eyes went wide with lust as I fucked her face viciously. She slid a hand up between my legs to knead my ass.
I pulled out of her again, and forced her face into my balls. She sucked them in, lewdly rolling them around with her tongue as I smeared my dripping cock around her face.
"Stick out your tongue," I commanded.
When she did, I slapped my cock down on it several times, making a loud, wet, squishing sound each time. Then I shoved into her again.
"Lick my balls with my cock in your mouth."
She tried several times, gagging loudly as she tried to push me further in, but she could never get me in far enough to reach them with her tongue. I laughed at her efforts, "That's all right, Lisa. Karen can't do it either." On hearing Karen's name, Lisa began sucking on me harder.
I thought about Barbara's blowjob as her mother serviced me. Then I had another thought, one with mother and daughter going down on each other as I fucked both of them. All I need do is invite Lisa into the bedroom and it would all happen...
'No!' I screamed in my mind, and I shut my eyes against the thought. Reeling back, I picked Lisa off the porch, and threw her headfirst into the front door. Pushing her head down and against the door, I kicked her legs wide apart. I flipped her skirt up and onto her back, and wrenched her panties off in one clean jerk. They were soiled, and damp with her arousal.
She was saturated. Her musky scented wetness filled my nostrils. As soon as I slipped my cock-head into her, she began moaning loudly. By the time I was fully inside her, she was screaming in ecstasy, and continued to scream as I slow pumped her pussy. Apparently, hearing what sounded like a woman being tortured to death, every canine in the neighborhood went off like alarm bells at an intruder. What with Lisa screaming, and every dog frantically barking, the neighborhood sounded like some poor unfortunate was being devoured alive by wolves. It would only be a matter of seconds until their masters came out to investigate, and hear the reason for their alarm. I pushed her soiled panties into her mouth and clamped my hand over her, but it had little effect in muffling her screams. Fortunately, I only had to pump her a few more times before I felt her release; or rather, heard it first, as a large volume of her ejaculate went 'splat' onto the porch below. Lisa's legs buckled out from underneath her, as her body jerked violently in climax. She fell, but I grabbed her hips and held her ass close to me. I continued to fuck her slowly as she continued her muffled wails with her head lying in the puddle of her ejaculate.
Her spasms and screaming eventually slackened. Pulling out of her, I gently put her ass down on the porch with the rest of her. She laid on the cool, wet concrete of the porch, wrapped up in the fetal position and continued quivering, her soiled panties still stuffed in her mouth.
Touching her shoulder, I said, "I'm going to put on some clothes and take you to the library."
She didn't have any strength to lift her head from the concrete, and just nodded it slowly.
"Are you going to be alright out here?"
Another, sleepy head nod, followed by a soft moan.
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When I entered the bedroom, Karen asked alarmed, "What took so long, and what the hell was all that racket outside?"
"Oh, something got into the garbage cans and pissed off all the neighbors' dogs, probably a raccoon." Then to Barbara, I said, "Your mother's at the door."
Now it was the daughter's turn to panic, looking exactly as Lisa had when she was frantic about Barb's whereabouts. "Shit," Barbara said, as she scrambled to put on her clothes, "Shit, shit, shit! You didn't tell her I was here, did you?"
I had to laugh at the idiocy of her question, and joked, "Why yes, yes I did, and I told her you'd be right out after you finished sucking my cock."
She didn't think I was kidding at first, and looked at me in horror. Seeing the look she gave me, I laughed again, and said, "She thinks you might be at the library, you dork. She wants me to drive her over there to look for you."
Barb breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to dress while mumbling to herself, "Jesus Mom, can't I go a day without telling you what the fuck I'm doing every five minutes." Then a more urgent thought crossed her mind, "Shit, what do I tell her?"
I was putting on shorts and a golf shirt, and asked, "Do you have a good friend that will cover for you, someone that your mother doesn't know very well?"
"Cathy. I met her last semester at school. Mom's never met her."
"Here's what I want you to do: call your mom's cell phone and tell her you've been with Cathy all day. Tell her you just now realized you had your cell phone off. After you get done talking to your mom, you better get hold of this Cathy and make sure she'll cover for you in case your mom ever talks to her."
As Barbara went to get her cell phone, Karen said, "Jesus, Lisa must be freaking. You want me to go with you and help?"
"No, I got her calmed down in my own way." I almost laughed at my unintended double entendre, then added, "Besides, I told her you went to bed early with the flu. I think it would be better if you just stayed in the bedroom until I get Lisa home. Oh, and make sure Barb doesn't leave until I get back."
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When I got back out to the porch, Lisa was sitting in one of our Adirondack chairs, smoking a cigarette and talking to Barb on her cell. When she saw me, she said into her phone, "Okay, Will's here...Do you need a ride...No, not later, right now...I said now!"
Lisa hung up the phone and smiled up at me in relief. "That was Barbara. The little brat was at a friend's house with her cell off, some Cathy person she just met. She's getting a ride home."
"See, I told you everything was okay."
She nodded her head in embarrassment, and smiled sheepishly.
I touched her cheek, and said with a sly grin, "And what about you, are you okay now?" I pointed at her ripped panties still clutched in her hand, and said, "I guess I owe you a new pair."
Pointing to the symbol of her transgression, she looked up at me with the same lustful light in her eyes I saw earlier. She smiled seductively, and asked, "Is Karen still asleep?"
I just smiled.
She jacked up her skirt to her waist, and spreading her legs, panted, "How about another fuck before Barbara gets home. Just a quick one."
I chuckled, "You just had a 'quick' one. So quick, you didn't even give me enough time to get off." I dropped my shorts. My cock sprang up and quivered inches in front of her mouth. "I always teach Karen a lesson whenever she's a quick fuck, and make her..."
I didn't even get the words out before she lunged onto my erection with opened mouth. Latching both of her hands onto my ass, she pulled me as far as she could manage, then bobbed her head rapidly and forcefully.
When she got enough of her drool slathered on my cock, I pulled out of her, saying, "Jerk it out of me, Lisa. I like to watch my cum flying into Karen's mouth whenever she's been a selfish girl."
I was struck by how much she looked like her daughter as she stroked me feverishly. As with her daughter, Lisa would occasionally pop my cock-head in her mouth to add more of her natural lubricant to my stick. Yes indeed, Lisa was certainly her daughter's mother. I thought again about that debauched scenario from earlier, although, this time, mother and daughter were side by side on their knees, trading duties in mouthing my cock.
What with that vision in my head, and Lisa's well-adept hand stroking, it didn't take her long to bring me to climax. Unfortunately, at least for her, Lisa's aim wasn't very good. I had another large load, almost as large as the one with Karen yesterday morning. Lisa braved my onslaught well, keeping her lusty mouth open and tongue extended well outside its confines, as each of my heavy shots landed just about everywhere on her face except in her mouth.
After Lisa stroked the rest out of me, she was about to wipe her face off with her panties, but I stopped her, "Don't do that, you should be proud of your accomplishment. I don't want you cleaning yourself off until you get home. And no fair cutting across my lawn, use the sidewalk. Now scat, Barb may be home at any minute."
As long strings of semen continued to drip off her face, she playfully brushed her hand along my erection one last time before setting off down the street toward home—humming a sweet and merry tune the whole way. I watched her take the long way around, down my driveway, then up the sidewalk. After I saw her enter her house, I went inside to get Barbara.
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I told Barb to wait about ten minutes before going home herself. She still called us 'Sir' and 'Mistress,' while kissing the two of us before leaving. As soon as I closed the door behind her, I turned to Karen, "I want to know what really happened today."
Karen looked perplexed, "What do you mean?"
"I mean, cut the bullshit. You and I both know she wasn't locked out of the house."
"She asked me to lie about that. I knew you'd see through it, but she made me promise anyway."
"All right, you promised you'd lie to me. So what really happened?"
Karen went and sat down at the kitchen table before speaking, "It was in the early afternoon when she dropped by, asking all sorts of questions about you. I knew she always had a bit of a schoolgirl crush on you, but..."
"What kind of questions?"
"Real personal ones like what you and I did in bed. How good you were in bed. What you liked and disliked as far as sex. At first, she made it seem she was asking out of curiosity. You know, like she was getting tips on what to do with a boy she liked, so I was candid with her."
"You told her all this crap?"
"I know I should have kept my mouth shut. Lisa should be telling her this stuff, but you know how Lisa is with sex, so I thought I'd play the mother this time, and answer her."
I didn't let on that it wasn't Lisa, but Bob, who had a problem with sex. Instead, I asked, "That was it then, just a few general questions about our sex life?"
A look of embarrassment immediately crossed her face, "At first. After a while, though, she started asking me how big you were. How much...you know...how much you liked blowjobs, and if you were good at going down on me. How long you could keep it up, and how many times we did..."
"She asked all this?"
Karen nodded, "She even asked if we did...you know...any group stuff."
"You didn't tell her any of this crap?"
Karen only stared at the floor, red-faced.
I exploded, "What the fuck, Karen! How could you just tell her..."
"...Because it was turning me on!" She looked up at me shamefaced, before continuing, "I can't explain it. There I was talking with Barbara and getting really fucking horny as she's asking me all these intimate questions. You have to believe me, I've never thought of her as anything but a niece, even a daughter, but it was like it wasn't me talking to her, but someone else. There I was, telling her how fat your cock is, and how you feel inside of me, how you taste, how I love it when you come in my mouth, or when you come in my...in my ass."
"Jesus Christ, Karen..."
"Shut up, I know!" She started to cry out of embarrassment, "I even told her all about that night with Jackie and Gloria. I told her everything. What you did to us, what we did to each other, all in perfect detail. And the whole time I'm telling her this, I can feel my panties getting drenched."
"And that's when you fell into each other and kissed?"
"Not hardly, that's when it started to get really weird." She stared into space for a while, as if gathering her thoughts before continuing, "I finally got her off the subject of you and me by asking questions about her boyfriend, school, anything. I thought that with the change in subject I could calm myself down so I wouldn't burn a hole in my panties. You know, ease back into Karen Henry. And it worked for a time." She paused, and absentmindedly asked, 'Is there any scotch in the house? I need a drink."
I poured us both a glass, then asked, "So what was weird, besides everything that just fucking happened between us?"
She took a large gulp before answering, "After a short while, I wasn't listening to her as she prattled on about whatever. Instead, and for whatever reason, I started daydreaming about tying her up and doing so many nasty things to her. I was thinking like we did to Cecilia, except tying her up with ropes in one of our straight-backed kitchen chairs." She took another long pull of her scotch.
"That doesn't sound so weird, considering..."
"Shut up and let me think," she snapped, "Anyway, I'm thinking about...you know...doing stuff to her...And then you'd come home, and we'd both do stuff to her...And as I'm thinking this, I look at her, and honest to god, she's getting turned on."
"What do you mean?" I tried to keep my voice even, but inside I was beginning to freak out.
"I mean, she got all flushed, and broke out in a sweat. She started to fidget in her chair like she needed to go potty. When I looked down, I saw a large wet spot in her crotch. She saw me looking at her and didn't try to hide it, as if she wanted me to know, and to...you know...do something about it." She took another sip scotch, before continuing, "I swear, if I didn't know any better, I would think she was reading my mind or something, and getting turned on by my thoughts. Really silly, isn't it?"
Now, I was really freaking. "Then what happened?"
"Well, I just got those thoughts of her out of my head as best I could. I didn't want this going down that road any further than it had, and that seemed to work. I started to feel normal, and it looked like she was starting to cool off as well, as she went back to talking about school. Then we started making dinner, and that's when she dropped the egg. You know the rest."
Christ, it was happening to her now. She was acquiring the same ability I had to influence those around her. I didn't think it was as strong in her as it was in me, but nonetheless, a cold chill ran up my spine.
However, what she said next froze my heart.
She said it absentmindedly and to herself, as if she were musing about an insignificant coincidence that barely needed comment except that the 'coincidence' reminded her of another point she was trying to make. Taking a more thoughtful sip of scotch this time, she mused, "God, just thinking about tying her to a chair was setting my pussy on fire, just like in my dreams with Gloria..."
"Dreams about Gloria? What dreams?" I blurted out, interrupting her.
She snapped out of her thoughts, and looked at me blankly for a second, before saying, "Oh, I've been having these weird dreams every night for the past couple of weeks. Anyway, as I thought about Barb tied up in the chair..."
"What about these dreams with Gloria?"
She recognized the panic in my voice immediately, and asked, puzzled, "They're just silly dreams. When did you start getting frantic about what I was dreaming?"
"Just tell me what you're dreaming."
I listened as Karen described the same dream I was having, right down to the last detail, including the four, gnome-like creatures and the limping, veiled figure with the huge dick.
I must have turned white as a ghost, because she stopped her story, and said with a look of concern, "Will, what's the matter? What is it?"
Oh my fucking god, we were both dreaming the exact same thing. How the fuck is that even possible? Come on Henry, you stupid asshole, Mr. 'smart guy,' Mr. 'thinker,' let's see you try to rationalize this little tidbit away by calling it: 'Nothing more than coincidence mixed with paranoia.'
At that moment, I knew everything Beetlesmith had told me about the drug was a lie. Whatever the goddamned substance was, it certainly wasn't a benign chemical. Worse, whatever the fuck it was, I had brought it home and administered it to my loved ones. Those same feelings of dread and helplessness, that I was being pushed about in a maze I couldn't see, pressed down on my chest like a thousand pound weight. My stomach felt hollow and sick.
Karen saw the look of despair on my face, and asked with concern, "Will, what is it?"
"Nothing," I said, weakly.
She looked at me hard, "I know there's something wrong. Something you're not telling me about."
I should have told her then, but I didn't; partly because I didn't want to worry her, needlessly, and partly because I didn't feel like confessing my sins at that moment. Mostly, I didn't need the kick to my balls she'd justifiably give to me if I told her about administering the substance to her—to everyone.
I quickly changed the subject, "Look, I don't want anything like this happening again. We can't pull our neighbor's kids into our sex games."
Thankfully, that got her off the subject of my anxiety, as she asked, "What if she comes back over sometime? And she will. She liked what we did and she's going to want more of the same. I saw it in her eyes when she left."
"I don't know, but try to let her down easy. Tell her it was a mistake, a wonderful, pleasurable mistake, but one we can't repeat. Tell her it was too close a call with Lisa coming over like she did. Tell her it just wouldn't be right..."
Karen scoffed, "Like those arguments ever worked on a twenty-year-old girl who thought she knew how the world works."
I just shrugged my shoulders at the truth of her statement, but said as a final assertion, "All I know, I don't want to come home from work with her in our bed again. She's too close to us. She's too young and too inexperienced to be doing this stuff."
"Not anymore," Karen said, as a final statement of truth. Karen was right, Barbara was many things, but 'inexperienced' was no longer a fitting adjective. Karen made one last appeal to me, "This is going to break her heart if we shun her now."
"Better her broken heart than my broken face if Bob ever finds out."
I wondered what would push him faster into a rage, the fact that his daughter or his wife sucked on my cock until I came across their lips. To top it off I had just broken the promise Karen and I made to each other, not to go behind each other's back. Now, I was probably going to have both daughter and mother sniffing around for an encore performance. Jesus, I was playing with a dangerous fire that was slowly getting out of control. The trouble was I felt I had no way to stop it except to stop using the elixir—and I suspect even that would prove to be difficult. Yet, I had to try. I hoped that if I stopped using the drug—or whatever it was—these other symptoms would slowly subside, and stop altogether. That was another reason I didn't tell Karen about the elixir. I still held out hope that all this crap would blow over once we stopped using the substance.
Karen continued to push me in areas I didn't want to go, "You know, girls in her condition, being dumped like you're asking me to do, are unpredictable. She may just tell Bob and Lisa out of spite. Why don't I just play with her for a bit? You know, ease her down gently instead of just kicking her to the curb so abruptly."
'Play with her a bit,' that was Karen's code for, 'Let me continue to spank her until she squirts a little while longer.'
"You know, that's what every addict says to themselves, right before they shoot more junk into their veins. No Karen, it has to end right now."
"But..."
She started to make one more appeal, but I cut her off hard, "Enough!"
In a flash, her eyes turned into those obsidian-like orbs as she stared at me with anger and dread. A seething hatred lay behind those eyes, a hatred for me, because I wouldn't allow her to have her fun.
I looked back at her with equal contempt, and hissed, "Don't you ever fucking look at me like that again."
I suspected my own eyes smoldered black as Karen's did. God help me, I really felt like hitting her at that moment, and if she had continued looking at me with that hatred, I would have.
Fortunately, her demeanor and her eyes changed back to normal, and fighting back tears, she squeaked, "I'm sorry."
My heart melted when I saw the look of pain and fear I had caused. I pulled her out of her chair and held her tight, "I'm sorry too, baby. The last thing I ever want to do is make you feel bad."
She pushed her face into my chest and began to cry great, rending sobs, while softly saying, "I'm sorry," over and over again.
"Shhh, we both are, so don't cry," I said, trying to soothe her, while adding, "No more neighbors' kids, okay?"
She nodded her head against my dampened shirt.
"Look at me." When she did, I wiped tears off her cheeks, while saying, "I don't like you crying, it makes me feel bad."
"Good," she said, sniffing back a laugh. Her little joke was bringing her back to normal. I kissed her and she smiled back, weakly.
I patted her rump, "Let's go to bed, it's getting late."
As Karen went about changing into her pajamas, I picked my slacks off the floor to hang them in my closet. While removing the loose change and my keys from the pockets, I pulled out the two vials of elixir that Beetlesmith had so uncharacteristically given me. I had forgotten I had them. I stared down at them as they rested in my palm, and went back over in my mind everything that had happened today. I remembered I still owed him a grand for the substance, and I particularly remembered the oath I had just taken about not using it again. That oath was reinforced in me, given what had just transpired between Karen and me. I was about to empty them into the sink, when a glint of purple winked at me as it had done in Beetlesmith's shop. Before I could stop myself, and without any real thought of my own, I put the two vials in an empty cufflink box, and buried it deep in my sock drawer. Closing the drawer, I stood rigid for a moment thinking of Beetlesmith and all his lies and subterfuge.
"As far as his payment," I said quietly to myself, "The old fuck of a lying fraud can suck his payment out of my dick. I'll never venture near his shop again." |
Title: Best Business Trip Ever
Tags: anal, group, oral, interracial
I sell high-end fishing tackle. My customers are the very rich and the very successful charter captains. I am based in California but travel the coast of the US.
My trips to coastal central Florida are always my favorite. The customers are great; the business is good, and best of all I get to stay at a luxury hotel for the first four days. This is at the insistence of my boss who feels that we who travel should be pampered occasionally. The staff in this place is fantastic, the food great, and the view from every room spectacular. It is truly the type of place where you half expect Robin Leach to knock at your door.
Things unfolded a bit when I got a call early Friday that my Sunday flight had been cancelled. I asked about alternatives and the rep said there was only a "red-eye" that left Irvine at 11:50 PM on Friday. It had a short layover in Las Vegas; I would have to change planes in Atlanta, and would arrive in Tampa at 10:00 AM on Saturday. The good news was that the ticket was $150 less, and yes my upgraded seat (1C) was still available. I took it and called the hotel. They could easily accommodate my request for an extra night and it would actually save me $50/night on the room rate. They also told me that my parcels had already arrived and were being held for me. It was a 'no-brainer'. I called the office to let them know of my change in plans and got through to the boss, who simply said, "Enjoy the day in the sun and good luck with Jim on Tuesday!" Jim is one of my best customers and had invited me to go fishing with him. He is a crusty old salt but had just signed a deal to buy four new boats. I wanted to outfit them.
There was a long line of raucous folks ready to board and I could see that I wasn't going to get a whole lot of sleep on this leg. I took my seat and there was a gorgeous young thing sitting in 1D. She wore a short pleated skirt and a peasant top with no bra evident. She didn't really need one with those perky tits. We exchanged pleasantries and when asked about her destination she simply said that she was a second year law student at Emory, in Atlanta, and her name was Terri.
She could sense my displeasure at all the hubbub and confided that she took this flight all the time (Her father was a pilot for the airline) and almost all of these people would deplane in Vegas. We took off, and sure enough, I wasn't going to get the thirty minute 'power nap' I wanted on this leg. Before we landed she got up and chatted with the flight attendant, who was a looker in her own right. They talked for a bit and the attendant kept looking over at me, smiling, and nodding. When Terri came back and slid over to her seat she faced me and damn near pushed her pussy in my face. She sat, pulled the shared armrest up, and moved a bit closer with her leg resting against mine.
As we prepared for landing the pilot announced that instead of a thirty minute layover it would be an hour and a quarter but not to worry, with the jet blowing the way it was we would get to Atlanta right on schedule. "Let's go play the slots" Terri suggested. I'm not much of a gambler but agreed to go. We deplaned and I bought a roll of quarters from a machine. I lost almost all of it but just as the initial boarding announcement was made I hit a progressive machine for $575 dollars. I took the chit to a payout window and collected my loot. Terri joined me, took my arm, and murmured something in my ear about the night being young and that even better luck was around the corner.
As we walked back to the gate she asked if I was a member of the 'Mile High Club'. I told her that I had always wanted to be but was a little bit afraid of the consequences if caught. She looked right into my eyes and said that she had already cleared it with the attendant and the only consequences might be sheer ecstasy.
We retook our seats and the front cabin was now empty except for one old road warrior who was snoring away in row eight. The flight attendant brought us over a couple of blankets with the admonishment of 'just in-case the captain needs coffee'. Terri pulled a blanket over my lap and began to stroke me through my shorts. I got very hard very fast. She unzipped my shorts and undid the button. "Oh my god" she said. 'I'm going to introduce you to the 'mile high club' and you're going to introduce me to the 'one foot and thick club'! Can you control that thing?"
I assured her that I could. She continued to stroke me. My left hand fondled those nice perky tits as we took off. I worked my way down to her thighs and discovered no panties but just a very wet and loose pussy. The bell chimed as we passed 10,000 feet and the seatbelt sign went off. The flight attendant was still in her jump seat as obviously none of the three passengers in first were interested in snacks or drinks.
Terri rolled over on me and poised her cunt over my shaft. "You're about to go places that no man has ever reached". I had heard that before and am always pleased to pleasure a woman who appreciates a big cock. I let her take me at her pace, although I was tempted to 'slam dunk' her. She got it all in and ground her clit against my pelvic bones. "God I could stay in just this place forever. You're touching the top of my uterine horns. If you were any bigger there would be no place to put you. She ground harder and I could feel her contract a bit. I had done nothing so far but decided to raise my hips a little and grind back. I resisted the urge to probe her anus but did stroke it a bit to see if there was interest. There was. I went in to the second knuckle and knew I was hitting her 'G-spot" from the back and the front when she had a really strong cunt spasm. I looked over at the flight attendant. She had her hand up under her skirt and a dreamy look in her eyes.
After good ten minute orgasm Terri looked down at me and asked if she could suck me off. She explained that she would rather not have my spunk running down her legs as she suspected that there would be a large dose of it waiting for her. I didn't answer but she pulled off with a little gasp and dropped to her knees in front of me. I watched both her and the flight attendant. Terri went right to work and the flight attendant went sort of slack jawed as she watched Terri get almost all of it down. The attendant continued to finger herself. It didn't take long as I was already pretty close to losing it during the fuck session. I blew deep into Terri's mouth and watched her suck and swallow every drop at the same time the attendant came hard on her fingers.
Terri got up from her kneeling position and curled up next to me under the blankets. She reached down and rubbed my now flaccid but tender cock. "Keep that thing handy. This is a long flight." We both slept for a bit.
I woke to find her sucking me 'til I was hard. She climbed on and took the reverse cowgirl position. As she slammed down on me I pushed back hard as I pinched her clit with one hand and her tender nipples with the other. With both hands full I couldn't reach her anus but she could. I could feel her finger penetrate and rub on my cock through the wall of her vagina. It only took a few seconds and I felt her contract so hard I thought she might break me off or squeeze all the blood out of my cock. We kept it up for about fifteen minutes more and I whispered in her ear that it was "feeding time again". I glanced over at the attendant and she once more had her hand buried deep in her pussy as she watched. Terri shuddered a bit as she withdrew and assumed that wonderful position between my legs. She took me deep and hard and I could only hold back for about five minutes. I blew in her mouth and once again she worked me until I was soft and empty.
She curled up next to me again and reached down to tuck my parts in carefully as she zipped up my shorts. "Do you ever get to Atlanta or do you just pass through?" I told her that I had a trade show there in two months but could come in earlier. "I live with four other students. One is Nigerian, one is Japanese, one is French, and one is Indian. We call our place the 'Little UN Whorehouse'. If you let us know when you're coming in we'll pick you up in a stretch. It will be a ride you won't forget soon." She slid a card in my breast pocket. I asked if they were all as hot as her and she said, "We all have our attributes." I assured her that I would send her details of my plans. We nodded off, pretty sated, and woke as we landed.
We deplaned and I gave Terri a kiss goodbye as she headed for baggage claim. My connecting gate was right across the way and I had plenty of time. The flight attendant who had been watching us in the cabin was now manning the departure gate and I saw her look at me. I waited until the plane was empty and approached her. "Looks like you had a great flight." She said with a smirk. I told her it looked like she enjoyed herself as well. "I did, but not as much as Terri and you" She said. "Was this your initiation into the club?" I told her it was and asked if she belonged. "No I don't. I've been tempted a few times, as I was tonight, but if you get caught you get a wrist slapped. If I get caught I lose a fifteen year career."
"Listen; my brother and I own and fly a seaplane. We take people out to Catalina or down to Baja for whale watching or fishing. We generally cruise at seven thousand feet. I'd be happy to initiate you into the club." I saw her give a little involuntary lick to her lips as she told me that my plan sounded like fun. "Only thing is that both my brother and I would have to be on board. One to fly and one to...."
"Is your brother anything like you?" she asked.
"We're twins, absolutely identical in every way and by every measure." She was really salivating then and gave me her card. "I need a three week notice to clear a schedule for a weekend off". I assured her that it would not be a problem, gave her my card, and left for my boarding.
The next flight was uneventful and I managed to get in a fifty minute nap. We landed; I picked up my bags, got my rental van, and headed for the lap of luxury. I pulled into valet parking and a bellman helped with my bags. At the desk the clerk recognized me by name and face and told me, with apologies, that my room was not ready yet but that as a consolation they were going to give me a dozen drink tickets and a complimentary membership to the 'Beach Club' where I could change and shower if I desired. I thanked him and tried to tip him but he refused, saying that it was just part of the service they were known for. I checked my bag and inventoried my parcels. All was good for Monday morning and I headed for the pool and another nap. I checked in at the club, stowed my wallet and shirt in a locker, grabbed a towel, and headed for a chaise under an umbrella. Sleep came easily and quickly.
About a half hour later I woke to the annoying sound of aluminum grating on concrete. Someone was dragging a chair right next to me! 'It's a big pool with lots of umbrellas!' I thought 'Why next to me?' I opened my eyes and was inches away from the most gorgeous ass I had ever seen. Her 'glutes' were high and tight with muscled dimples right below and were amplified by the Speedo she wore which was cut up the sides and rode over her hip bones. I looked down her legs and could see amazing toning and tanning. This woman was in shape. She finished straightening the towel on my side and began to walk to the other side of the chaise. I semi closed my eyes. She straightened the towel on that side and with my limited vision all I could focus on were a pair of large pussy lips. The kind I like to dive into. "Sorry to wake you like that. I didn't anticipate the noise."
I opened my eyes all the way and told her it was no problem. I also took in the rest of her. She had short blond hair, a generous mouth with luscious lips, a few sun freckles, a flat firm stomach, strong thighs, and tits that would make a porn star jealous. While her nipples weren't erect her areolas left a definite impression through the ultra thin fabric of her Speedo.
"Why so sleepy? Rough night last evening?' I told her I had just come in on a red-eye and hadn't been able to get much sleep but that I was sure that two to three more naps would do the trick. "That usually works for me." She said. We chatted a bit about work, travel, and stuff. She was a hotel and restaurant reviewer who happened to live right down the street. She swore me to silence and of course I agreed. "I'm just going to swim so I'll not wake you again." I couldn't place her accent but I suspected Aussie. We exchanged names. Hers was Clara.
She pulled on goggles, grabbed a water bottle, and headed for the pool. I watched that beautiful butt walk away. She sank into the water and began swimming the backstroke. She did it beautifully and quite fast. I watched as twin wakes were formed by her twin peaks. The even sound of her rhythm lulled me to sleep again. I woke to silence. She was still in the pool, sipping water, and looking right at me. I didn't open my eyes all the way but it was pretty apparent that she was staring at my crotch. I never did put on underwear and from her vantage she could probably get a pretty good view of my wares. She began swimming the breast stroke. I looked at my watch and saw that her first session had lasted twenty minutes. I adjusted my legs so she could have an even better view during the next break and went back to sleep.
I woke to silence again and surreptiously watched as she once again stared at my stuff. I wondered how interesting this might get. She started the fly and once again lulled me to sleep with her rhythm. The next pause had her staring again and as she went into the freestyle I fell dead away into a deep and wonderful sleep. I dreamt of having those lips wrapped around my cock. When I woke this time she was not in the pool but standing over me. "That must have been one hell of a good dream." She said as she glanced down at my hard-on that was escaping the hem of my shorts.
"You should know" I retorted, "You were the star player!"
"Good one!" she said. "Glad to be of service!"
We talked a bit more about jobs and favorite hotels and restaurants and then got into her swimming. I told her that it obviously worked for her, judging by her spectacular body. "Like most men you focus on tits. Tits are what kept me from the Olympics. Once they started to grow they just slowed me down for everything but the backstroke."
I sensed I was on thin ice but pushed forward a bit. "You can't deny what you have; just as I can't deny what I have. I've had women walk out because they were afraid. You've maybe had men who just dwelled on your beautiful breasts and ignored your pretty face, your gorgeous ass, your pretty pussy, your strong thighs, and your strong belly muscles. And that's not even taking into account your sense of humor, your intellect, and your articulation. I personally like the holistic approach."
"Right answer! I need to wash the chlorine out of my hair and off my skin," She said as she got up to pack her bag and leave.
"Perhaps we could meet for dinner later?" I asked.
"Speed up Captain. Give me a forty five minute head start. I'm in room 417." She handed me a key-card and I watched her beautiful ass disappear behind a hedge.
I decided that a shower was probably in order and went into the club where the attendant provided me with a bath towel, and a complimentary bag containing soap, razor, shampoo, deodorant, and such. He also gave me a bathrobe and said I could just leave it in my room when I was done with it. I checked in at the front desk and found that my room was ready and that my bags and parcels had already been moved up and in. My room was 317. I went to my room, dropped off my shorts and shirt, and went up one floor. I was a few minutes early and I began to knock but thought better of it and used the key she had provided.
The bathroom door was open a few inches and I could hear a low humming sound. I went to the door and peeked in. She had an electric razor in her hand and was shaving her Mons. She ran her fingers over her whole pussy searching for stray hairs. Finding none she turned the razor in her palm and began to push it between those fat labia. She found her clit and using the shaver like a vibrator; stroked it up and down. She pressed it harder against her clit. Her eyes rolled back and she almost fell down with the power of her convulsions. As she finished I went over to the window and took in the great view of the Gulf.
She came into the room behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist, untying the sash to my robe. I could smell her sex and yearned to taste it. She reached down and grabbed my totally erect shaft with both hands. "As I was in the shower I began to have doubts that what I saw before might be an illusion. I'm glad to feel that it wasn't." She turned me around and dropped both her robe and mine. I was content to let her take the lead. She went to her knees and began to lick my balls and shaft. She worked her magical tongue up my shaft and took me in pretty deep and long. She had to shift positions a couple of times but managed to get me almost all the way down. I could feel her tongue licking my balls as she did so. She gagged, stood up and asked, "Will you fuck me first?" I pulled her to her feet and led her to the bed.
"I'm going to do a lot more than just fuck you. I'm going to explore every inch of your magnificent body with my fingers, hand, and tongue. I won't fuck you until you beg me to stick my cock deep into your steaming, smoldering pussy."
"Damn, I'm already ready!"
"Not yet; you're not." I kissed her and drove my tongue deep into the back of her throat. I held it there for a while, exploring every inch of her mouth just as I hoped to explore every inch of her pussy in a bit. I moved over and kissed her ear, nibbling a bit at the lobe. I went back to her mouth and then to the other ear, giving it the same treatment. I moved down to her neck and nuzzled the area between her ear and her collar bone. I repeated this on the other side and nibbled at her clavicles, being careful not to mar that beautiful body. I slowly moved down and ran my tongue around her breasts, avoiding the areola and nipples at first. I eventually found my way to them and it was almost as if she were electrified. She came hard and long. I really had to fight hard not to lick her cunt for the aroma.
I worked my way down further, licking her navel and swirling my tongue ever closer to her puss. She was writhing and begging and I couldn't resist giving it one good lick. She tasted great. I continued my journey south and caressed her thighs, knees and feet with my hands and tongue. "PLEASE! FUCK ME NOW" she screamed.
I moved up and kissed her hard again. "Honey, I've only covered one side." I rolled her over on her stomach and again started at the top. I kissed and licked the nape of her neck and slowly worked my way from side to side catching her shoulder blades, the small of her back and just above her anus. That part was wet with sweat and tasted like the best oysters I had ever had. I bypassed the treat just below it and worked my way down her thighs and calves. I kissed the bottom of each foot and slowly worked my way back north. I got to her anus and began to tongue it hard.
She had a spasm and cursed me. "PLEASE YOU BASTARD, I'M BEGGING YOU. JUST FUCK ME!" I pulled her to her knees and entered her from behind. I wasn't gentle but rammed all twelve inches in hard. She began to cum again almost immediately and I kept her there for about five minutes. I pulled out, rolled her over, and began to lick her pussy. She squirted all over my face. When she was done I brought my face to her and ordered her to lick it clean. She hungrily cleaned me off and begged me to fuck her again. I gladly obliged, this time from the front as my fingers found her anus. It didn't take long until she was over the top again. I let it subside, turned her over again and brought her up to her knees. This time, instead of pushing into her cunt, I pressed against her anus. There was no complaint other than a barely audible 'oh, oh, oh!'
I hammered her ass for about five minutes and realized that I was at the finish line. I pumped ropes into her waiting receptacle as she came with me. I stayed until I started to soften and rolled over next to her. "You are a 'FUCKING ANIMAL', she said with a smile. SLEEP." We napped for a bit but my hands never left her body.
I awoke to, "OK; I have a problem. My boyfriend is a real anal fiend. He rarely gives me a natural fuck but always goes for my ass. You stretched me out badly today. When I get home tomorrow he'll expect me to kneel on the side of the bed so he can fuck my ass. I really like the guy and would hate to lose him over a couple of hours of the best sex I ever had."
"I can't take it back, not that I would. What do you suggest?" I asked this as I ran my hands over that ass and raked my fingers across her anus.
"You're here for five nights. Let me stay with you. I'll give him a story about being called out on another assignment. My conditions are; no more anal but I'll be your sex slave for whatever else you want. I'll need a ride to the pharmacy to pick up some 'Preparation H'. After five days that should tighten me up enough so that Jerry can't tell."
"Sounds fair to me but I have a few conditions also." She nodded as if telling me to go on. "On Tuesday I have a fishing appointment down south a bit. I want you to come along and help 'seal the deal'.
"You want me to do a threesome?" I nodded assent. "I've always fantasized about a foursome but that is probably out. A threesome is a good place to start."
"Second; when you go to the pharmacy you need to also get some chap-stick. You are going to be sucking a whole lot of cock for the next few days and I'd hate to have you get chapped lips. And third; I need you to start right now by cleaning me off. Lick and suck my cock clean. Be my dirty 'cock-sucker' today."
"Yes sir Captain. Would you like me to lick your asshole clean as well?" She didn't wait for an answer but dove right in. She cleaned me up nicely. I wasn't quite ready to blow again but did enjoy watching her at work. We showered again and went to lunch. I know a place that has the absolute best Grouper sandwiches in the world. We ate, drank a few beers, and rubbed a lot of calves.
The next stop was the pharmacy. When we pulled in she dove for the floor. "That's Jerry, sitting in the car. He can't see me. What's he doing?" I told her it looked like he was listening to the radio. "Shit; he can do that for hours. Can we move?"
I unzipped and said, "Well, I was thinking more in the line of 'while you're down there...' Suck me off baby."
She looked up at me and just said, "You are an evil man". She smiled as she said it, took me in, and I complimented her on her cock sucking skills. Jerry got out of his car and went inside the pharmacy. He glanced in my van and grinned, giving me a thumb up. After a bit; she got me off and Jerry came back just in time for the climax. "Did he see me?' I told her that it was only the back of her head. She backed off; I looked down, and saw that she had let a bit of cum dribble down her chin. Apparently she had underestimated the volume and didn't swallow the first rope. "Yummy!" was all she said as she opened the door and went in the store. I looked down and saw that she hadn't even come close to taking in all my cum. I was dripping pretty heavily. I decided to just cover up with my newspaper and make her do a better clean-up when she returned.
Clara went in and picked up her purchases. Clarisse, her best friend, was the owner and happened to be at the cash register. Clarisse is from Haiti and her skin is so black it looks purple. She has a little bit of a Bahamian type accent tempered by a soft French lilt. She has short hair cut pixie style, a thin nose, thick lips, humongous tits, and a large soft ass.
"Clara, what's going on? Jerry was just in here and told me you had been called out on another assignment. He was so down about that. Then he told me he saw some guy in the parking lot getting blown. That really sent him to the dumpster. I felt so bad for him that I almost offered to suck him off in the storeroom just to ease his pain."
"Wait; come closer!" Clarisse reached out and wiped the dribble from Clara's chin. She smelled it and then tasted it. "That was you? You need to tell me what the fuck is going on."
Clara told her all about it and Clarisse asked her "How big?" Clara spread her hands apart to show her. "I've got to see this!" She told her helper to watch the register, listen for the phone, and walked out with Clara. Clara came to the driver's side while Clarisse got in the passenger seat. Clara made the introductions and Clarisse pulled the newspaper away. "My god, It's a black man's dick on a white man's body. But girl, look at all you left behind. Don't you know that this stuff is precious?" She bent over and took me in, pumping, probing, and sucking out every last drop. She almost had me hard again. She looked up at me and smiled; licking her lips.
"Clara tells me you know how to use that thing too. She also told me about your deal. I don't know if you've noticed but there aren't a lot of black men out here on the beach and most of the good ones are married or not interested in a sister. I'm sure you know that black men are better hung than whites (you are an exception) but you may not know that black women are different too. We really need that big cock to get us off. So as much as I hate that 'slave' word, if you give me a great fuck and promise to do more, I'll do whatever you want sexually."
"Anything?"
"No marks but you can even stick that thing in my ass like you did hers. It's virgin so you should like it." I told her about the fishing trip and she agreed. She said she'd like to start tonight if that was ok with Clara. Clara nodded and so did I. Memories of how hard she could suck were ingrained in my mind along with visions of just how I was going to play this out. "I get off at 6:00. I need to go home and get a shower and a change of clothes. I'll be at the hotel by 7:00."
"Come straight to the hotel. You won't need clothes and Clara can help you wash up while I watch. You may want to bring some KY because I am certainly going to fuck that ass before we're done."
We left and when we got back to the hotel I took what I felt would be my last sleep of the day. Clara helped by giving me a great back massage followed by a wonderful tongue fuck of my ass.
Clarisse showed up right on time and Clara and I undressed her. Clara was already naked, as was I. I ran my fingers over Clarisse's Mons and found some stubble. I was pretty sure I knew how to take care of that. "Why don't the two of you clean me up and then clean each other?" It wasn't really a question. We headed for the bath and they crowded in the shower stall with me. They lathered me up nicely, paying exceptional attention to my cock, balls, and ass.
I rinsed off and got out to dry. "Now wash each other as well as you did me. We're all going to taste a lot of cunt and ass tonight so get them as clean as you like." When you're done I want you to dry off and I'll watch while Clara shaves that hairy pussy of yours. She'll have a treat for you at the end and then I'll take over. I'm going to fuck you so hard and deep that Clara can suck my cock as it comes out of your mouth."
They just smiled, washed, each other, and dried. I instructed Clara to get her shaver and get Clarisse tight and clean. "Yes Master." She said as she knelt in front of Clarisse. I admonished her to get it smooth as neither she nor I wanted 'Pube Lips'. "I'll do my best Master." I really liked her attitude. When she thought she was done I instructed her to test it with her lips and tongue.
"Check it all and especially around her labia. Then push your tongue up into her cunt just like you like me to do for you. Work your way up to her clit and suck on it gently. The black women I've been with before were not really all that clit sensitive; they wanted a hard cock fast and deep inside them. Let's see if Clarisse is any different."
"The only pussy I've ever tasted before was my own. She tastes different. I like it!"
"You'll have plenty of opportunity to drink it all in. You both will." As expected, Clarisse didn't have a big response. She just wanted to get fucked and fucked hard. I pulled Clara away and led Clarisse to the bed. I pushed her down on her back and instructed Clara to guide me in. After the first inch or so I took over and rammed all twelve fat inches in hard. Clarisse just smiled and said that this was exactly what she was talking about. I pounded her hard and fast for a while, reaching around and stretched her anus with two fingers. That put her over the top for a mini orgasm.
"What can I do Master?" asked Clara.
"When I turn her over and go real deep you can eat my asshole and lick my balls." I turned her over and rammed it all back in. Clarisse just grunted with every stroke. Clara did as she was told and began licking me from behind. Then she laid on her back and licked both my balls and cock as I plunged in and out of Clarisse's pussy. She was obviously enjoying the taste of the black pussy and I certainly enjoyed her tongue. Unlike Clara; Clarisse was not a moaner, yeller, or screamer. Her orgasms were silent but strong. I felt her clamp down hard on me five or six times and at the last one I worked her clit hard with one hand while pinching her nipples with the other. I kept her over the top for at least ten minutes. All three of us were bathed in either sweat or some other bodily fluid as I finally emptied my balls into her big cunt. When I was done I asked, "Well fucked?"
She just grinned and asked, "What are my duties now?"
"Suck and lick me clean. Clara will do the same for you and then you'll clean her up as well. I'm sure she'll enjoy the left over cum and pussy juice. Later tonight I'm going to fuck your ass but Clara and I have a bit of work to do on it before that happens." We all took showers and then drove Clarisse home to get a change of clothes. Clara and I talked in the car as she went in. I told her that together we were going to stretch her asshole out tonight so that I could fit in. KY was not going to be enough. She asked if she was ever going to get fucked again. I sensed a little jealousy. "I will fuck you long and hard before I ram her ass." I promised. "And remember that she has to work tomorrow so you can ride my cock all day if you want! I'll be happy to just have you lick me clean when you're done."
"Thank you Master."
We went to dinner. I ate two dozen oysters. The women binged on salad and Flan. I had a call from my boss who informed me that he would be joining Captain Jim and me on our trip on Tuesday. I told him I had a surprise for them. He pushed but I didn't spill the beans. I told the women about the call and Clara immediately asked about the size of these guys. I told her I had no idea but she would have ample time to make that determination herself and decide if a four-way worked for her. I told them that it was their call after anything but two guys at a time and they could even decide on which guy got which hole.
Clarisse reminded me that her ass was virgin. Clara and I smiled and guaranteed her that it would not be in the morning. Back at the hotel I had them both lick me until I was hard. I was stern with the warning that no sucking was allowed. Just licks on any and all places sensitive. It didn't take them long and then I had Clarisse eat Clara's pussy until she was well ready to be fucked. I made each of them get on their knees on the bed facing the headboard. I fucked Clara from behind while guiding her hand to Clarisse's anus. She and I both used our fingers to stretch her out to the limit. Clarisse was still going to be damned tight.
I brought Clara to her climax with help from both my left hand and Clarisse teasing her clit. I held her there for a bit and then pulled out. I ordered Clara to grease me up with the KY and guide me in to Clarisse's ass. It took a hard shove but I managed to get the first few inches in. Clara worked on her clit to help her relax as I eventually got buried in her glorious black hole. I reached around and plunged my fingers and Clara's deep into her pussy as my cock rode roughshod in her ass. She squirted hard as she came and I came with her.
After I softened I ordered Clara to clean up Clarisse while she sucked me clean and dry. They both did so willingly and then on their own went into a 69 position and worked each other out for thirty minutes or so. I watched and later slept well until 7:00 AM, sandwiched between salt and pepper. When I woke they were both licking my cock and taking turns sucking me to get hard. I fucked them both, alternating back and forth between them and ended up losing it in Clara. Clarisse was happy to provide cleanup before she went to work. Clara and I went back to sleep until the maid woke us at 10:00.
When she came into the room I could tell by her flaring nostrils that she recognized the smell of sex. And by looking at her hard nipples I could see that it aroused her. Any other time I would have been on her like 'white on rice' but I really felt like I had my hands full. "Did you have a good night sir? It appears that you did. I just need to change out the towels and sheets. It will only take me a minute." I pulled Clara out of the bed and we both went naked into the bath to don our robes so we could wait in the hall while the maid did her thing. As she left she handed me the card that they usually leave on the dresser soliciting a tip. It had a phone number. "I see that you are a regular customer. Perhaps we will meet again someday." Clara just shook her head.
After a nice shower with a standing up fuck we planned our Sunday. "They have a great brunch," she offered. I decided that we eat and fuck again, nap, then she could suck me off, and then she could swim after which I could decide whether she sucked me off or I gave her another good fucking."
"Do you plan on wearing out my cunt or my mouth first?"
"When your belly is full or you're pussy is full just let me know. I'm happy to switch."
"OK Master!"
We fucked and she sucked all day and then napped until Clarisse arrived at 7:00. I made the two of them go at it for a while and then fucked each of them. I finished in Clarisse's mouth since she was begging for it. She readily shared it with Clara. Sleep came easy and early. I somehow found myself on my stomach when I woke. My cock was pointed straight down. Clarisse straddled my shoulders and ate my ass while Clara laid between my legs and sucked me off. That was a new combo for me and a great way to start the day.
Clarisse and I went to work and left Clara to her own devices. She said she had lots of editing to do and had to do her daily workout in the pool. Clarisse had to pull a double to arrange for Tuesday off. She agreed to meet us in the parking lot at 6:00AM. I told Clara that I'd call her when I was on my way back and we could discuss dinner. I did and she suggested ordering in Chinese. I agreed and we decided to wait and order after I was back.
When I walked in the door she was on her knees with her mouth open and hungry. I stripped and pushed my cock deep into her throat. She took it without gagging so I pushed in a few more times. I felt her licking my balls and pushed even harder. Something felt strange though. It was a hot mouth but very cool lips. I hammered her throat hard and blew straight into her belly.
"Did you like the 'mentho job'?" she asked with a grin. "I read about it on the internet."
"I don't know what you're talking about but that did feel good. What did you do differently?"
"I bought Chap stick like you suggested but I also had some Mentholatum and really lathered my lips up while I waited for you. Did you really like it?"
"It was wonderful. I wonder how it would feel in your cunt."
"Only one way to find out! After dinner I'd like to try it; if that's ok Master." We did and she loved it. So did I. I made a mental note to buy a small tube of it.
We met Clarisse at 6:00 AM. She was tired from pulling her double and Clara was tired from sucking dick and being fucked all night. I gave them the plan. "When we get to the dock I'll introduce you to Jim and my boss. We will say nothing about what's in store for them. You two can disappear below deck until we are out of sight of land. Strip down while you're there and amuse yourselves any way you like. I'll let you know when it's time to come on deck. I want Clarisse to wrap those DDD's around my boss's neck before she kneels in front of him and begins to suck his cock. I want Clara to just kneel down before Captain Jim, unzip him and start sucking. I may have to relieve Jim of the helm while you do that. When you're done sucking them off you can go below to decide who gets what hole. When we are outside the limit we can make you airtight if you're still willing and able. I won't force you to do anything despite our agreement, except suck some cock."
Clara said she was speaking for both of them and said, "Thank you Master. We've talked about it on the phone while you were at work yesterday and decided that barring something totally unforeseen, like a bigger cock than yours, we both want your magnificent piece of meat buried in our cunts while we do whatever else. We're both on for the four-way. My ass has tightened up considerably and Clarisse told me that a styptic stick, properly applied, will make Jerry think I have a virgin asshole. She told me that women in Haiti use it in their pussies, along with a little chicken liver, to convince their new husbands that they are virgins.
We arrived at the dock and I introduced the girls to Jim and my boss. My boss was appreciative, as I knew he would be, but Jim muttered something about women being bad luck on a boat. I wondered if I had possibly misplayed my hand but had no choice but to go on. I almost went to Jim and tell him that he might indeed find this to be a lucky day. The girls went below while I helped Jim handle the dock lines. My boss ensconced himself in the fighting chair, facing aft.
I knocked on the cabin door when we were out of sight of land and they came out, naked as ordered. Clara knelt down in front of Jim, unzipped his fly, and unsnapped his waistband. She pulled his hardening six incher out and took him in all the way as she took his pulse with her tonsils and felt him grow in her mouth. Clarisse snuck up behind my boss and earmuffed him with those huge tits. He reached up and pinched each large black nipple. She moved around to the stern, dropped to her knees, and undid his jeans. I had obviously never seen his cock before either but was pleased to find that I still had the biggest dick on the boat. Clarisse didn't seem to mind not having her throat hammered for a change.
I offered to take the helm from Jim and he accepted. He took Clara below and I could see when he laid her on her back and pushed it down her throat.
After both guys were done emptying their balls into their mouths the girls went down to confer. My boss came up to me and asked me what this all cost. I told him that these were sluts, not prostitutes and it cost him nothing except what he had already given and was yet to give. "You know I like goals and expectations. What can I expect next?" I explained the program and told him that I allowed the girls to pick which cock went in which hole.
"Three holes?" I told him that they had reserved their cunts for me.
When we were outside the limit I went below to ask the girls what they had decided. Clara answered for them both. "Four ways for both of us and I want your boss's dick in my ass, you in my pussy, and Jim in my mouth. I still want you in my cunt but I'll taste Jim's load while your boss takes my ass. We change spots for the next go-round with Clarisse getting you in her cunt, Jim in her ass , and your boss fucking her mouth."
"Who wants to go first?" I reached into my pocket and pull out a coin. Clara called heads and heads it was.
I pulled out the yoga mat I brought and laid down on it. The engines were stopped and we were drifting. I could hear the gentle waves slapping against the hull-sides. The girls cooperated by stripping me down and sucking me 'til hard. My boss and Jim just watched with a little envy and awe on their faces. Clara mounted me and impaled her cunt on my cock. Clarisse played director and guided Jim into Clara's mouth and my boss into her ass. I could have cum at any minute but held back so that Clara could experience having three holes filled at once. It only took a few minutes and Clarisse was right there to help clean up the mess.
We needed a rest so we fished. We caught a few nice snapper and my boss made a joke about the best real snapper. Jim and I got it and I told the girls I'd explain it to them later but that I thought pink snapper was best. My brother, and our customers, fish naked regularly but this was a new experience for everyone else on board.
After a couple of hours of stroking and groping it appeared to be the right timing for another fuckfest. We were all still naked and I took my bottom position again. Clara directed my cock into Clarisse' willing and large pussy and then aligned and guided Jim and my boss into her other holes. This session lasted longer, probably because our balls were pretty well drained, but we managed to coordinate it so that all parts of Clarisse were filled at the same time. Clara did her drycleaner thing on me, Clarisse, Jim, and my boss.
When we were done Jim came over to me and said he was my customer for life but would like an occasional redo. I looked at the girls and they just nodded yes. My boss just smiled. |
Title: Meeting of the Six Kings Ch. 05
Tags: master, slave, submission, collar, shower
Day Four
Having given up on the idea of sleep, Ryan reluctantly untangled himself from Catrine and made his way quietly into the living room. Although the brilliant morning sun had tipped over the horizon, he still had a few hours before they'd be beckoned to rejoin the Kings.
Flipping on his laptop, he sat at the table to begin enacting a plan he'd spent the past few hours composing in his mind. It was still only a shell of an idea, but there were some things he knew with certainty.
He needed to buy himself more time with Catrine. The use of the word buy in this instance was literal. He needed to re-negotiate this as a business arrangement with the Vultures; he intended to extend her contract. That part was fairly straight forward as long as he could put his feelings for her aside and meet them on their terms and conditions.
Perhaps more tricky was that he needed to find the capital with which to complete this transaction. And fast. The leasing of a pleasure slave always required proof of full, up front payment, before anything more was discussed. His company had fronted the funds to procure Catrine as part of his meeting expenses. He certainly didn't have quick access to the kind of cash this extension would require.
Thinking on this, he pursued a few different ideas to get him what he needed. He inquired with his boss about an advance on his intended bonus. He posted a note to sell his car. He put out a feeler about procuring a loan against his flat. He'd give any or all of these over to keep her close to him. He sent out a few messages pursuing all three possibilities not sure exactly which would come through the quickest.
They also needed to make a smooth departure from the building that afternoon, slipping away without rousing suspicion of his intentions. Even if he could buy a few more days on her contract, he had no idea what he'd need to do to keep her safe in the future. Send her away? Run away with her? Disappear together? He was certain there were networks for this sort of thing, but it certainly wasn't something he could just inquire about on the street. This was a whole new world of trouble that he'd need to puzzle out.
Sighing and leaning back in his chair he decided their only course was to take things one step at a time. Closing his eyes, he rubbed his temples with his fingers, his body weary with the combination of fatigue and anxiety.
Soft hands pressing against his bare shoulders interrupted his thoughts. He relaxed as Catrine began kneading his tense muscles, her fingers pressing deftly against each pressure point, releasing his stress. She moved expertly along his shoulder blades and across his upper arms, stroking him with her palms. She watched his head sag a bit and he leaned deeper into her touch, the sign of his relaxation encouraging her to continue. Gently, she tipped his head back so it rested against her breasts and she ran her fingers through his scalp, before methodically rubbing along his forehead. She repeated her motions until he was practically putty in her hands.
He tipped his head further so he could gaze up at the woman standing behind him. As their eyes met, he was treated to her full and relaxed smile.
"Good morning, angel." He said to her.
"Good morning indeed." She said back, her smile widening before she leaned forward to kiss him softly on the lips.
"Thank you. That felt really great." He said as he reached back to grab her arm, seeking the leverage to pull her around the chair and into his lap.
"That's something they taught you though, isn't it?" He asked, a tinge of guilt behind his question.
"Yes..." she answered as she met his seeking hand with her own. "But, it's okay," she reassured him, "I've learned a bit of good stuff along with all the not so good stuff."
She stepped sideways, following the direction of his gentle tugs, before curling herself across him. She sank into his lap completely, relaxing as he tucked his arm tightly around her, hugging her close. With his free hand, he brushed his fingers through her hair pulling it over her shoulder. They stilled as they came face to face. He stared into her deep brown eyes, reflecting on his feelings for her.
How she could endure so much and still be so warm, so vital, was baffling to him. She had such beauty and such grace. But, more than that, it was this profound optimism and ability to carry on despite such dire circumstances that made her so totally irresistible to him. She was so refreshingly genuine. He found her exhilarating.
He couldn't resist the temptation of her being so close to him. He loved feeling her curled against him; a perfect fit against his body. The memory of her wrapped around him last night only deepened his desire to hold her close. He leaned forward, finding her soft lips with his own as the words he had said to her so many times already crossed his lips.
"God, you are so amazing."
He pressed his kiss more forcefully, sweeping his tongue sensually against her lips and into her mouth. He groaned as she opened herself to him, leaning forward to increase their connection and brushing her fingertips across his jaw line. He curled his fingers around her soft hair and kissed her thoroughly, enjoying everything about the way her body reacted to his touch. In the freshness of the morning, without the emotional struggles she had felt yesterday, her desire for him was pure and uninhibited.
She pressed suggestively against him, sitting forward and wrapping her arms around his neck. As she shifted, it freed up more of her body for his exploration. He happily tightened his hands against her back and under her bottom. She was rewarded with the sensation of him hardening beneath her as they continued to kiss.
Drifting across her back, his fingertips pulled at the t-shirt she wore. His own t-shirt, he thought with satisfaction, as he noted that she had chosen to wrap herself up in his clothes again. He glided his way across the soft skin of her back, tickling her slightly and causing her to make sweet sounds against his mouth, before he continued exploring, stroking gently against her ribs.
His palm gently cupped her breast as his thumb brushed her nipple. She yelped as he felt them stiffen under his touch. He pinched one gently, rolling it between his fingers, eliciting a deep moan from Catrine. His other hand joined the first, cupping both breasts in his hands, massaging them softly and stimulating her gently as her body undulated in his lap.
Ryan was ready to scoop her up and toss her back on his bed, spending the whole day lost in her, hiding them from the reality that lurked outside. But, he knew they were quickly running out of time before they'd be summoned downstairs. His efficient mind working to placate his passionate desire, he paused their kiss long enough to give her direction.
"Go start the shower and get in. I'll join you there in a minute." He said quietly against her ear.
His eyes lingered on her backside as she complied and headed towards the bedroom. Picking up the phone, he ordered some coffee and a bit of breakfast while also quickly closing up his computer and stuffing the array of papers on the table back into his briefcase. That bit of housekeeping complete, he turned swiftly on his heel and followed her to the bathroom.
Seeing her there, her face tilted up to the cascading water, standing naked beneath the spray, lit a white-hot fire deep inside of him. He was burning up with need. He charged at the shower, dropping his briefs somewhere along the way, stepping around the clear glass barricade and sweeping her into his arms.
She gasped at the shock of his sudden contact with her; the momentum of his movement pushing her against the cool tile wall. His solid mass pressing tightly against her. He delivered a searing kiss with a ferocity that was stronger than anything she had felt before. He was fevered in his need and it acted like a match, igniting her own desire.
She moaned against him, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, pressing her pelvis firmly against his cock and relishing the rock hard feel of him beneath her. It slipped between her legs, so tantalizingly close to the ache in her core, but falling far short of sating the desire that was growing more and more insistent. She arched her back, seeking more contact, tilting her head back against the wall. Ryan seized the opportunity to suckle her nipple, pulling on it forcefully and laving it with his tongue, expressing his urgent need to devour her with his mouth.
She groaned against him and let out the sweetest word she knew.
"Ryan."
Driven by the sound of his name on her lips, Ryan slid his hands beneath Catrine's backside and boosted her up so that he could feel the press of her slit along his cock. The wetness he found there only furthered his urgency.
Feeling suddenly weightless, Catrine wrapped her legs around his hips and gripped his shoulders, trusting him to keep her in place. She could feel him there, right at her entrance, and her body shivered with her frenzied need to have him deep inside of her. She tightened her legs against his back and willed him to press himself into her, anticipating the swell of desire that would come from his entry.
Ryan forced himself to still as he sought her eyes. When they met, they mirrored his intensity. He was trying to ask her permission, but forming words amidst the raging current of their passion was proving impossible.
"Yes?"
It was all he could choke out as he allowed his body to express what he wanted most. His penis pressing urgently against her opening, seeking her word to continue.
"Yes. Ryan. Please." She managed to pant back.
With a growl, Ryan pushed himself inside of her, not stopping until he was seated deep within her. They moaned in unison as he withdrew himself fully only to repeat the motion, gripping her ass with his hands to steady her as he propelled himself forcefully into her. He left her no opportunity to adjust to him as his frenzy to possess her overcame him. His pace dictated by his own desperate desire.
Gone was the soft, gentle lover who had taken his time with her yesterday. Here, was a man overcome with need; a need for her. Ryan clasped her against him as he ground himself into her, relishing the feel of her pressed so tightly against him.
She was awash in the juxtaposition of the sensations his movements created. She was momentarily sated by the rush of him filling her completely, her tight walls gripping to hold him there as she tipped her hips upwards to take him as fully as she could. Only to be teased by the sensation of him pulling back again, grazing along her g-spot as he moved, leaving her quivering with need. She rode that current, back and forth, again and again, as she felt a pressure building from the center of her core. Her grip around him was like a vice, holding on as the force of his body and the force of her need overwhelmed her senses.
The soft spray of the shower, the steam drifting around them, the softness of her body and the tightness of her core was his undoing. He ground his hips against her clit with each thrust, hearing her moan in response. He pushed into her with total abandon losing all sense of anything other than her.
With a passionate burst Ryan lost himself completely. Pouring himself into her, he began to come with near violent force. His powerful need obliterating everything except her. He shouted her name as his powerful climax vibrated throughout his body.
As though it was in the distance, he heard Catrine let out a plaintive cry as she shuddered repeatedly against him. He gripped her, feeling as though she was suddenly slipping from his grasp. He was suddenly worried that he had hurt her.
Looking for her in their steamy hideaway, he refocused his eyes on her small form. Her forehead rested against his shoulder and her arms, though nearly lifeless, were still wrapped around his neck. He felt her trembling from the inside out, where his cock still pulsed softly inside of her. Her breathing was shallow but steadily finding a more gentle rhythm. Her eyes were closed tightly and as he gazed at her expression, she appeared relaxed. There were no signs of pain that he feared he'd see there.
Leaning forward, he pressed his lips against her forehead and whispered her name. He heard her making a soft humming sound in response and saw that while her eyes were still closed, a small smile was creeping across her lips.
It was then, with a sudden flash of understanding, that Ryan realized Catrine had come too. Without constraints or requirements and even without his urging, she had released herself to the powerful current of their desire. As he regarded her there, completely sated and at ease in his embrace, he knew he was deeply and profoundly in love with her.
He released her legs, gently placing her feet on the floor and ensuring that she had regained her balance, though he continued to hold her. He walked them backwards one step so they were both under the rushing spray of the shower, allowing the water to run down their bodies, reviving them some.
Catrine looked up and released a long satisfied sigh as she felt the renewing current of the water. She pressed her lips to Ryan's, kissing him deeply, before looking again into his shining blue eyes.
"That felt really great." She said, a small giggle threatening to spill from her lips, as she considered the recklessness of her actions and the freedoms that Ryan opened to her. The memory of it already threatening to spark her need once more. She suddenly felt a jumble of emotions - shyness, gratefulness, eagerness - that she had never needed to contend with during her previous experiences. It enlivened her to have so much competing for her attention.
Reaching behind her, Ryan squirted a bit of shampoo into his palm, rubbing his hands together before bringing them to Catrine's hair. He massaged the soap against her scalp, working up a luxurious lather which he spread down her hair, working it through the tips. When he was satisfied with his work, he returned to the top of her hair, massaging along her forehead with his fingertips and pulling softly against her ears.
Catrine delighted in his attention, closing her eyes and relaxing into his grasp. She felt him twist her hair and wrap it up so that it rested atop her head before feeling his hands returning to her body. Now covered in soap, he began methodically washing her, beginning with soft strokes around her neck and down her shoulders. He worked his way down each arm, taking time to wash each of her fingertips. He stroked softly up and down along her back and repeated the same motion across her belly and breasts, lingering at her nipples just long enough to hear her make soft, contented sounds, before continuing with the serious task at hand.
He leaned forward to rest his forehead against hers as his fingers slid across her still-sensitive clit. Catrine groaned and rocked forward slightly on her toes, wrapping her arms over Ryan's shoulders for additional support. He idled there, teasing her swollen bud with his soapy fingers, letting it slip in and out of its grasp, rewarded by the feel of her breasts pressing against his chest; the sensation of her hands winding in his hair.
His fingers sought her further, slipping deeper into her folds. He groaned at the alluring wetness that remained there. He kept his thumb against her clit, pressing more firmly as he drew tiny circles over her sensitive nub; His fingers spreading the soap across her intimate folds, his other hand exploring the soft curves of her behind. He let his middle finger brush against the small crinkled star of her ass and felt her buck again against his palm, urging him on. He heard her fevered breathing and was thrilled with his ability to elicit her passion.
He resisted his instinct to explore her further, at least for the moment. Catrine whimpered as he dropped to his knees to wash her thighs and calves, carrying through with his work until he had reached the tips of her toes. Satisfied, he looked up at her with a wicked smile. Then, he pressed each palm against the insides of her ankles and a single fluid motion, slid his hands swiftly along the insides of her legs, not pausing until both hands were cupped firmly against her mound.
Catrine gasped as the sensations created by his swift movement across her body crashed over her. She frantically grabbed at his shoulders for balance as she felt his fingers again seeking each of her magic places. They probed at her entrance, pressing at her clit and pushing against her ass simultaneously. As she rocked forward, her body thrumming with rekindled desire, Ryan steadied her with one hand splayed firmly across her ass. Then he swiftly pressed his face forward, closing his mouth urgently on her clit.
He sucked it strongly into his mouth as he pushed two fingers deeply inside of her. He was working to simultaneously stroke at her core while he pulled at her clit with his lips and tongue. Having delighted in the taste of her, he leaned in fully to lick at her center, imploring her to open her legs to him and pulling at her labia to extend them to his attention. He alternated eagerly between stroking her with his tongue and returning to nibble at her clit, using his teeth to punctuate his movements.
Catrine's mind couldn't keep up with the flurry of sensations that Ryan provoked. The relentless drawing out of her desire punctuated by the staccato sensations of his fingers and teeth making her crazy with need. Her body shook violently as an orgasm crashed through her, carried even higher by Ryan's relentless attention. She had never felt a rush of desire like she experienced at that moment.
Slowing his strokes, he planted one more soft kiss just above her clit, claiming his own favorite place before she sank to her knees in front of him. He wrapped his body around hers, pulling her into a tight embrace. He let the water rush over them both, rinsing clean the remaining soap in her hair and on her body. He held her for several minutes, waiting for her body and mind to settle.
"We've been in here a long time." He finally said against her hair and he heard her beautiful, soft laugh in return.
"Yes," she answered, "I seem to be making a habit of staying in here until the water turns cold."
He pulled them both to standing and kissed her gently. "Why don't you go ahead and get dressed. I'll be out in just a minute."
She paused, glancing down at his erect penis looking defiant and angry as it protruded between their bodies. He followed her gaze and continued with a bit of a smirk, "Don't worry about that."
She looked to him one last time and found reassurance in his expression. She leaned forward to kiss him once again, her soft belly pressing against his cock, eliciting a bit of a groan from Ryan, before she gingerly stepped out of the shower.
Ryan reached down, grabbing himself with his fingers and roughly jerking himself to a climax. Just the sensation of the water running down his limbs, remembering the pleasured cries from Catrine just moments before, was enough to quickly bring him relief. He sighed, quickly washed himself, and turned off the water.
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He found her standing in the living room, fully dressed and looking thoughtfully out the window. When she heard him enter the room, she turned to approach him, her expression grave. In her hands, he saw a glint of gold and knew that she was holding her collar. He stiffened as he was suddenly reminded of their bleak reality. The bliss he had felt just moments before shattering as she approached him.
The sadness she saw in his eyes confirmed that their feelings were mutual.
"I'm sorry," he began.
"I know." She answered dutifully as she pressed the small microchip into his palm. Turning around, she lifted the collar with trembling fingers and pressed it so that it slipped around her neck. Ryan stepped forward, slipping the edge of the chip against the edge of the collar. With hiss and a click, they both heard it snap back into place.
She was a slave once more.
He turned her around to face him, but saw that she wouldn't meet his gaze. When he tilted her chin up softly, he saw a single tear had slipped from the corner of her eye.
"Hey." He said to her quietly. "This is just jewelry. You are no different to me now than you were just moments ago."
Then, he continued, "I won't take you back there...ever. I'm not going to let you go."
Her eyelashes fluttered as she heard his words. She wasn't sure she understood entirely what he was saying.
"I still have a lot to figure out," he continued. "And, hell. We still have to face today." His tone betraying the absurdity of their circumstances.
"But, I already put a few things in motion. I'm extending your contract."
She eyed him skeptically.
"I know," he acknowledged. "I'm working on the funding part. But, I'm serious. I'm going to take you home with me later."
She couldn't hold back the flood of tears as her heart surged with hope. She could hardly dare to believe it. She knew that nothing was permanent and this was hardly a promise for her future. But just knowing that these wouldn't be their final hours together. That she'd get more time. That was enough for the moment.
She hugged him tightly and cried into his neck. "Thank you, Ryan. Thank you so much."
He held her for a moment more feeling the same sense of relief that at least, for now, they didn't have to consider their good-byes.
Then, composing himself, he stepped back and said, "This is a big day. Let's pack up, eat a bit of breakfast..." He gestured at the tray of what was likely now cold coffee and a few pastries that had been left for them. "and get ready to go."
She smiled and nodded her head, turning to the bedroom to pack up her few belongings, leaving Ryan alone in the dining room.
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All too soon there was a knock at the door. There stood the butler, beckoning them to follow him to the parlor where the Kings had gathered.
Ryan couldn't help but feel nervous as they followed him down the corridor, but he also felt some relief that this whole affair would be over soon. Regardless of the decision of the Kings, he was ready to leave them behind and pursue, in earnest, a future with Catrine.
As the elevator doors closed, he reached over and clasped Catrine's hand tightly in his. She was even more alluring to him now that he knew more about her and now that she had opened herself up to him so readily. Risking the butler's scorn, he picked up her hand and kissed each knuckle gently, giving her one final heart-stopping smile before the ding warned that the doors were about to open.
Catrine felt her cheeks blush as she lowered her gaze, adjusted her posture, and found her place behind Ryan. When they entered the parlor, the Kings all seemed fairly relaxed, chatting over their breakfasts as they reclined in over-stuffed chairs. Without the formality of the huge desks and the high cathedral ceilings, it was clear that the agenda for the morning would be more informal than the previous days.
King Preston noticed Ryan and beckoned him to join them, gesturing to an open seat. Catrine joined him, knelling on a cushion just beside the chair.
"Good morning Ryan," he said amiably. "Restful night?" By his tone and expression, Ryan assumed he was alluding to the number of hours he and Catrine had spent sequestered in their room.
If you only knew, he thought dryly.
Instead, flashing his most dazzling smile he made eye contact with the group and said, "I wouldn't call it restful, exactly. But it was certainly...satisfying." As he said this, he stroked Catrine's hair softly, pulling it behind her shoulder. He hoped the gesture would soothe her while simultaneously reinforcing his words to the Kings.
The group laughed and raised their cups of coffee in toast. They all certainly seemed to be in jovial moods this morning.
Catrine noticed that several of the slaves were busy preparing food and refilling coffee cups. She turned her body slightly towards Ryan to get his attention. When he made eye contact with her, she asked him quietly, "Would you like your coffee now, Master?"
"Yes please, my sweet." He replied, feeling as though they were both acting in some sort of bizarre play.
Watching her though, as she rose gracefully to her feet and made her way to the tables at the back, he remembered that this was her reality. Under any other circumstance and still, if he was honest with himself, under the current circumstance, this was just another day in her macabre life.
She presented him with his cup and sank back into the cushion beside him as the others seemed to also settle into their chairs, looking expectantly towards Roberts, who would kick-off the formal matters of the day.
Clearing his throat but not standing, Roberts began. "Well, let's just get right to the heart of it, shall we?"
"Mr. Pierce, thank you for joining us this morning, and for being such an active participant in these last few days of discussion. As you are likely aware, we do not often invite guests to join us at this conference. So, your attendance was a unique experience both for you and also for us."
"We very much appreciated the thoughtfulness of your proposal and your approach to the development of the southern territories. You were highly recommended by your boss and we now recognize why he gave you such high marks. We think you did well both in sharing these plans with us and in answering our questions during our sessions these past few days."
His eyes crinkled a bit as he smiled again. "But, surely you've wondered why it would be so important to join us in person and for such a long stay too? While the southern territories are large, they certainly are not the most complicated topic we've ever addressed at the Council..."
Not sure if this was his cue to speak, Ryan nodded by paused before answering. Thankfully, the King continued with his speech before Ryan needed to interject further.
"Technically, the territory we've been discussing straddles the boundaries of Hall's land as well as my own, but we share resources with the whole council. The territory as a whole is hardly developed; endless open spaces, few towns, paths that you can hardly call roads; a frozen tundra in the winter and a rainy, muddy mess in the summer."
"Ryan, here's the truth. We're not getting any younger and our interest in straying so far from the heart of our primary governing territory is waning. So, at this very meeting last year, we decided to seek a dedicated resource to manage the work in the southern territories; someone qualified to oversee it and act as a proxy to the Council."
"This is where you come in. We have taken these past few days to determine whether you could be qualified and trusted to manage the development of the southern territories on our behalf. Speaking plainly, we are prepared to green light your proposal in its entirety on the condition that you serve as the foreman of the program. Immediately. And indefinitely."
"The most significant requirement, of course, is that you resettle there, commuting back to the capital only a few times each year to report on progress and revisit development goals. Although, even those trips, at least initially, would be very limited since you will undoubtedly have so much work on your hands."
"Of course," he finished hastily, "we would look to compensate you generously in exchange for your commitment."
Ryan sat unmoving in his chair as he considered exactly what they had just proposed. As Roberts had concluded his short speech, all eyes had turned to regard him expectantly and he was certain his expression betrayed all of his thoughts. His mouth opened and closed a few times as though he was beginning to speak, but thought better of it.
They had certainly taken him by surprise. He couldn't even begin to grasp all of the implications. This meant leaving his family, his job, the life he'd worked to establish. On the other hand, it meant the freedom to pursue his own dream, getting beyond the constraints of his company and working to really develop his passions to the fullest. Unfortunately, he realized instantly, it also meant being more closely aligned with the Kings, who had not proven themselves to be particularly trustworthy or compassionate allies.
As his mind swam with thoughts, he glanced towards Catrine, realizing that perhaps she was the most complicating factor of all. He was far from figuring out how to pay for her freedom and the task of doing that from the wilderness, with thousands of miles between them, would be impossible.
Then, in a flash, everything came together in his mind with perfect certainty. He leaned forward to address the room, softly squeezing Catrine's shoulder, as he began to speak.
"Thank you so much for your trust in me. I am honored to be considered for this role and I'm humbled by your offer. I would like to work to find a way to negotiate terms that would benefit both parties."
"You are asking me to leave my whole life behind to start again in a space you yourself just described as a wilderness. I have no spouse or family to accompany me on this journey. I am worried that over time, the isolation and loneliness would creep in and eventually it would get the best of me. Clearly, this would not be beneficial to anyone."
"So, to move forward, I ask just one single condition for this arrangement."
Roberts interjected, "Of course. I'm sure most anything can be arranged."
"Thank you, Your Grace." He continued, "I ask that you pay the transfer and ownership papers for this pleasure slave to accompany me and be in my service indefinitely."
Catrine broke her practiced stillness and stared with surprise towards Ryan before quickly regaining her self-control. Wise to the ways of the Council, she knew that the Kings weren't really making him an offer. They were issuing him an assignment. For him to make a demand like this, for her paperwork - for her - was certain to exceed the terms of any agreement they had anticipated brokering with him.
The room exploded in rapid-fire conversation around them. Catrine couldn't make out everything being said, but the words absurd and expense were exchanged several times. Glancing again at Ryan, she saw only fearlessness in his eyes as he stared determinedly forward.
Hall put his hand up to silence the conversation, turning to Ryan he said evenly, "Clearly, Mr. Pierce, your request has taken us by surprise. Would you be so kind as to exit for a few moments so that we can continue this discussion in private?"
"Girls," he continued, "You are also dismissed. We'll call on you later."
Though she was reluctant to leave his side, Catrine stood with the other slaves and made her way to follow them from the room. She noticed Ryan reaching for her hand as she passed in front of his chair, giving him a quick but violent shake of her head.
She knew that any breach of protocol at that moment would likely reveal too much about the nature of their relationship. That, she also knew, would obliterate the chance of her staying with him.
Watching her turn the corner, Ryan nodded once to the Kings and turned to walk into the hall, closing the door behind him. Sighing, he realized that he once again found himself left waiting and alone. This time, it seemed, with the highest stakes yet.
—-
Back in the slaves quarters, Catrine did her best to deflect the peppering of questions from the other women. She had learned that secrets were easily revealed through bribes or beatings; They were best left unshared. Instead, she spoke of her own surprise at Ryan's request, her total lack of familiarity with the territory, and that overall, having a single Master would be preferable to her current circumstances. All three statements were truthful and seemed to pacify the others.
The women bored of the conversation and shifted their attention to other activities. Catrine wandered over to the windows and sat at a small bench. Gazing at the buildings outside she whispered a small prayer that somehow this wish could be granted. As she finished, she closed her eyes and began the words again.
She continued this meditative prayer for hours, watching the sun begin its descent into the evening sky. She was worried. They had heard nothing more from the Kings for hours and her imagination began to interfere with rational thought. Questions popping into her mind for which she had no answers: How long did it take to write up a contract? What if they wouldn't meet his terms? What if she never saw him again? Fear began to take its hold on her as she struggled to fight back a growing sense of dread.
She heard the sound of a door opening and she stood, turning hopefully towards it. Her eyes widened as she saw not Ryan's figure, but two hulking figures striding purposefully towards her. She recognized them immediately. They were the orderlies and they had come to retrieve her.
She stumbled backwards one step as the meaning of their appearance crashed over her. She managed to let out a solitary howl as her mind careened off-course. She smelled the familiar sour odor of the drug as a handkerchief was pressed firmly against her nose and mouth. Within seconds, she crumpled to the floor.
—
Four Days Later
The Vultures had isolated her and given her no explanation; Left alone in a barren room for nearly four days with nothing to do but wallow in her fears. Had Ryan revealed her transgressions to them? Did they know how terribly she had erred? That she had allowed him to remove her collar. That she had come of her own free will and not at the command of her Master. She was terrorized by the possibility of her punishment.
Beyond her own fears, she worried for Ryan. Had they taken him into custody for some reason? Had he left safely? Where could he be now and was he okay?
Awake, she trembled in bed. When sleep finally took her, she was wracked by wicked nightmares of Kings and their games. Each one, somehow aware of her deepest secrets.
Crueler still, she was tortured by her sweet dreams of Ryan. In her sleep, she found his dazzling eyes and heard his soft words. She could smell his scent and feel his arms enveloping her. She could almost reach him there, curling up against his warmth forever, only to awaken with a gasp, cold and alone once more.
The uncertainty of her punishment and the dim prospect for her future, was her near undoing. She was considering pounding on the doors, knowing that would only lead to a punishment, just for the confirmation that someone, somewhere could hear her.
Just as she neared her limit, her door swung open and two women buzzed about. Totally overwhelmed by their noise, colors, and their motions, Catrine closed her eyes tightly and put her hands over her ears, curling her head between her knees.
"Oh dear. It seems the little thing is a bit distressed." Said the first woman.
"Not totally surprising really, is it?" The other answered.
The first woman sat down on the bed next to Catrine and softly pressed her hand against her head, smoothing her hair back gently.
"Catrine is it?" She asked softly.
Catrine dared to raise her head, nodding once and looking with confusion at the two women in her room. They appeared to be free women. Like the Kings, they were dressed in a kaleidoscope of colors; long draped silks that ran from the tops of their necks to the bottoms of their toes. The fabric was so long, it piled around their feet as they moved about her room. They wore dozens of bangles that clanked together and huge beaded earrings that were hardly visible because of the voluminous hair that completed their looks.
"Well, Catrine." She continued and Catrine forced herself to focus on the woman's face. "It seems you have been Claimed. Not too surprising, a pretty thing like you. I'm Marla and this is my sister, Cecily. We're here to get you ready to meet your new Master."
"Which is a good thing," Cecily piped up. "Because you look like hell at the moment." Marla shot a warning glance at her sister before they turned expectantly back to Catrine.
Trying to absorb exactly what they had just said, she repeated the words back to them. "Claimed?" She asked in disbelief. "New Master?" She asked again. This was not anything she had anticipated following her past few days in solitary confinement.
"Come now." Cecily responded. "We don't have much time. We'll tell you what we know once we get started"
The women helped Catrine to stand and supported her gently as they traveled down a corridor and into a large bathroom. After helping her into a piping hot, sudsy bath, they scrubbed her from top to bottom, washing her hair and grooming her nails. When they were satisfied with that step, Cecily moved on to cut Catrine's hair while Marla shaped her brows and assessed her nails. They groomed her with great efficiency and once they were satisfied with her state, they began chatting with her about the details of her paperwork.
"I hear the whole thing has been very hush-hush." Whispered Cecily, conspiratorially. "Usually these kinds of things can take months to negotiate, but apparently, this whole thing was settled just a few days ago!"
Catrine's ears couldn't help but perk up at this bit of information. Could it be possible that Ryan had negotiated this? Could she dare to hope?
"...I don't how you managed to impress him so fast, but it sounds like they were very motivated to move mountains to get their hands on you, my dear!" Marla finished as she pulled out her make-up case and set it loudly on a table in front of them.
"Do you know anything about my new Master?" She dared to ask.
Marla thought a moment and then replied, "No. No names have been shared."
But, then Cecily interjected excitedly, "But, there has been a lot of talk and speculation! Apparently, the order arrived directly from the Council. An order from King Arick himself!"
Marla shot Cecily a look encouraging her to shut her mouth immediately. But, Catrine was no longer paying attention to the women. She went pale and swallowed hard as she realized the likely meaning behind these events; the worst fate imaginable. She had dared let herself think for a moment that Ryan had succeeded. But, she knew of course, that it was much more likely that he had failed. And in his failure, Arick had stepped in to claim her.
She shuddered in her chair and closed her eyes trying to stop tears from welling up.
"Now my dear!" exclaimed Marla, "None of that now. You'll ruin my fine work."
"And besides," she continued as she blotted the tear from her cheek with a tissue. "It is always better to be Claimed than to be here, right?"
"Not by a King." Catrine whispered desperately. "Not by that King."
The two women exchanged another look. They knew that having a girl who fell to pieces in her presentation to her Master would reflect poorly on them - and furthermore, would do her no favors in the long run. As Cecily wrapped one arm around her, Marla turned and knelt so that she was just inches from Catrine's face.
"My girl," She began. "In your circumstance, you probably know better than anyone, that there is no guessing about the future. You only have this moment. And, it is up to you and only you, how you will face it."
Catrine took a deep breath and turned to look into Marla's eyes. They were soft and soulful and she found them filled with sympathy as she looked back at her.
"Now," she continued. "Let's finish getting you ready so that you can discover where you are meant to go next." |
Title: Stuck in a Rut Part Two: Junkyard Society by HolidayPup
Tags: Anal, Angel, Buster, Canine, Cocker Spaniel, Cum, Dalmatian, Disney, Doberman, Family, Feral, Gay, Incest, Julie, Lady and the Tramp, Love, M/F, M/F/F/F, M/M, Mating, Messy, Mutt, OC, Oral, Scamp, Singing, Stuck in a rut, Tramp, lady, schnauzer, song
\~the characters portrayed in this story are the property of Walt Disney Studios, the views and events depicted here are purely fictitious. Those under 18 should be advised against strong sexual content herein...m/f, m/m and so on. I take no responsibility for those who read anyway....you continue at your own risk and have been warned\~
A smell....rain and a lot of it. A dull ache mid strong and cramped muscles bunched and trapped within the confines of junk. Thankfully it wasn't much...just enough to keep him buried and unable to move out from underneath it to freedom. Being caught and trapped was the last thing that made sense to him, he absolutely loathed it almost as much as he hated the past and how much of a legend his rival was.
Tramps' time would come and when it did he.. Buster would enjoy every moment of it.
For now however, the difficulty lay in escaping his currant predicament. He groaned and pushed upward flexing his shoulders and heaving at an angle. It seemed to nearly work until the weight sagged down on him once more and he panted.
*Oh I have plans for Scamp! If I ever see that mutt again I'll kill him!*
Growling he stained again using every ounce of his strength before flopping down and sighing.
He wouldn't stop, wouldn't rest until he had broken away...gotten out of it....
The others had left him long ago following at the heels of their dog idle, off to humans and families. *Pathetic! Sniveling lowlifes! You'd think the junkyard would be enough for em.*
A storm was coming soon right in time to wash out the memory of the fireworks and picnics, the parade and the crowds, the food and the sounds of children laughing together. In more ways then one it was the end of an era for the Doberman, the end of something that had been beautiful. Leadership.
After the Tramp had left it had taken him time and effort to find and gather followers...hard work to save them or keep them from being caught in order to follow his cause. As a leader he'd been unequaled by anyone anywhere....*except for that backstabbing, two timing, lovesick housedog!*
The rain came slowly, ever so gradually becoming more concentrated. A single drop splashed atop his head to roll down in a thin trickle between his eyes and down to his nose. Gratefully he licked it off enjoying the cool refreshing feel of water down his throat. How pathetic!
"Well well...looks like you've ended up in a bad way there Buster...but then that kinda was always how I thought you'd end up."
The voice was sudden, smooth and velvety and laced with warm amusement.
Buster growled raising his hackles and baring his teeth.
"Who are you? Who dares set foot on Buster's turf!?"
A smooth laugh came from somewhere close by ringing through the rain and bouncing off of the metal bits of the garbage strewn around him. It was definitely female and definitely casual without a hint of worry to it.
"Do you really think that your turf is worth anything now? Not only did the Tramp make you look like a fool just as he always did but it seems his son is following in his pawsteps..."
"Tramp hasn't won yet! And as for that kid of his, that was nothing but a lucky move on his part. When I get out of here I'll end both of them...sink my teeth...wait...just as he always did?"
Now the Doberman's mind was racing, searching deep in his past. He was trying to pinpoint something elusive but something he felt lay right under his nose.
"How would you know 'if' he always did. You don't know anything about me or the Tramp except for what you just saw" he said straining once again against the garbage holding him down without success. "See me and him have a history...an unsettled score to set right and I intend to do so as soon as I get out of here."
All that could be heard for a moment was the constant hiss of the rain as it fell creating a small puddle under him. Then when the voice spoke again it wasn't as jovial as it had been before.
"I as well have a score to settle with the Tramp although mine is of a different nature..."
"Sounds great but...um...any chance of ya lending me a paw here? I'd be most grateful if you could find it in yourself to do so" he pleaded hopefully. "I mean you'd have to be heartless to leave me here."
"Fair enough" the female mused thoughtfully. "However if I do this, I run the show at least until we both find revenge. Mine comes first and then after that the Tramp and his family are all yours....
"Deal" Buster said licking his lips in anticipation. "After all hell hath no fury like a dame scorned and Tramp had plenty of those."
" I wasn't just a dame...I was the one before Lady Buster. Remember that!"
"Sure! Sure! Now help me out!"
The Doberman could hear the sound of soft paws coming closer and closer slightly stirring the mud. Then he saw her and her scent rolled over him like a distant memory brought again to his immediate attention.
"Well I'll be! If it isn't the Jewel of crime herself! I'll admit...you're the last person that I expected to ever see again."
Before him was slender Dalmatian, spots covering her like paint splotches that were randomly dashed against pure pristine white save for her paws which padded through the accumulating mud.
The most striking thing about her were her eyes...beautiful icy blue depths spangled with almost the unnoticeable bits of green that seemed piercing and altogether hypnotic.
"Well I'm back and I'm going to put things right."
It was late evening, shadows playing and dancing along the walls as moonlight shimmered through the rain that pelted down in constant torrents.. the gentle sound of distant thunder bludgeoned the otherwise silent night. Each rolling of the heavenly roar was light and gradual, each hum ringing out far away before becoming fainter and fainter...slowly fading until it was taken up again.
The humans were asleep, as were the pups and Lady who lay curled up in Tramps back...her long fluffy clean fur rising and falling as she slept.
Tramp on the other paw was restless...
The grey mutt whined softly in the dark, his dreams clearly bothering him until finally with a grunt his eyes snapped open and alert...a low growl escaping him unbidden before he could register that for now he was safe.
His dreams had been so vivid...
Stretching he peered over to watch his mate as she smiled, one of her ears flipped at an odd angle while her nose moved of its' own accord, no doubt picking up some imaginary smell. Chuckling he licked her cheek lovingly and rose to his paws taking extra care not to wake her.
What was wrong with him?
They had made up. She had expressed that she understood him and he her. He was sure that he was loved and even more sure that he loved her more then anything in the world. *So why do I feel so confused? Why do I feel like the world is going to come crashing down around my head?*
Slowly he made his way out through the swinging door and out into the living room. Light came more naturally and openly here whenever lightening flashed in brief interludes in between instances of blueish gray darkness. The rich furniture and intricate style of the Darling home was transformed into a normal hodgepodge of simple shapes that comforted him as he leapt up on the cushioned bench just under the window. It was snug and welcoming and he relished being alone with his thoughts.
Everything that he had gone thru in his life, everything he'd experienced seemed surreal and distant to him as if it had happened in another lifetime. *Who'd have ever thought that I'd end up here like this with a family? I never in a dogs age thought that this would be me.*
There were things in his past lost to his memory, other things that brought a grin to his scruffy muzzle while still others made him cringe.
He had never wanted to be what he had been, never expected dogs everywhere to know his name. All he had ever done was think...find solutions to problems and go for what he and his pack had wanted. They had called him a hero, a legend....even though he had been the same as they were, a dog who wanted to be loved. A dog who had been bold enough to go looking for love.
*And that's where they got that gag about my weakness being dames and how my name wasn't just a coincidence. Wait.....uh oh.*
Jolted from his thoughts he shifted to lay on his side...noticing with some embarrassment the bulge in his sheath and the tip of his pink flesh peeping out from it's hiding place.
*Heh, who'm I kidding. Perhaps I did have a 'big' weakness for the dames.*
He allowed himself a chuckle before checking himself. What was he doing? Lady was the only one...the one who held his heart, the dog that matter most to him. He loved her and her alone and that was that. Warm thoughts coursed through his body and mind as he recalled the night before...Lady, their lovemaking out in the park on the hillside where it had all begun.
"Nothing wrong with a little lustful thought now and then, just as long as I don't act on it."
"Nothing wrong with what pop?"
Startled he scanned the room until his eyes found Scamp, lying with his furry muzzle propped on a pillow that lay on the carpet just shy of the piano. The pup looked thoughtful as he pushed up on his haunches and came towards his father, his eyes showing an inquisitive interest.
"N...nothing....I...was just thinking out loud" he stuttered.
"Yeah...sure. Whatever you say pop" the pup said a sly look gracing his face. "I think I have some idea as to what you were thinking."
Tramp couldn't help blushing, his skin becoming hot underneath his fur.
"Whirlwind...it's not what you think it is. It's just something that I've been contemplating lately...a problem that I've finally been able to solve."
"Dad I know what's been wrong and I'm happy for you, both you and mom" Scamp growled smiling knowingly. "I'm glad you both are seeing eye to eye now."
The older dog was dumbfounded.
"Wait...then you...saw...
The pup nodded
"You were supposed to be asleep son. You know how dangerous the streets can be. Besides, what happens between me and your mother isn't something that you should be thinking about. You'll understand when you have a mate of your own...
"Yeah, whenever that'll be" the pup scoffed hanging his head. "Angel's gone! She was taken away dad to another family. You seriously believe that I don't understand what it feels like to love someone? I'd give anything to see her again."
"I know you would son" Tramp almost whispered jumping down from the cushioned bench and sitting facing his son. "Sometimes...in life, you meet special dogs, dogs that mean a lot and dogs that you never forget."
"She wasn't just any dog. I loved her" Scamp whined.
"I know...I know."
Seeing his son hurt like this pained Tramp. He had been aware of the spark between his son and Angel when he first had met her back when they had saved Scamp from Reggie. Both were dreamy eyed even then.
He remembered how happy the two had been when they had all come home together and Angel had been excepted as one of the family. With a pang he recalled overhearing the Darlings decision, how they had decided that it was too crowded in their home and that Angel would have to go.
A family had come for her not too soon afterwards and his son had been devastated when she had left. The pup hadn't been the same after that although Tramp had made it an effort to be with him every chance he got.
Gently he leaned down and ran his tongue between Scamps' ears rhythmically trying to sooth him.
"We all lose those we care about. Moving on is one of the hardest things that you'll ever have to do Whirlwind, but I promise, you'll find someone and when you do both of you will love each other."
"Maybe" the smaller dog whispered his voice shaky. "I hope you're right."
"Tramp...."
Lady's voice drifted to them from the other room and they both froze both hardly daring to breathe.
"You had better hide Whirlwind.." Tramp whispered nudging the pup with a paw. "Your mother won't be happy to know that your awake at this hour. We'll talk more later."
"But pop what if she catches me..
"She will if you don't hide now! When she's not looking go but for now behind the sofa. Quick!"
Just in time the pup scampered away to crouch down and out of sight behind the sofa just as Lady peeked in around the corner of the doorway.
*Dodged a bullet there!* Breathing a sigh of relief Tramp straightened himself up and cock his head in a casual manner towards the doorway.
"Yeah pidge...in here."
Not a moment too soon did he reach the couch before he heard his mother's voice again and the soft sound of her paws hitting the carpet as she padded into the room.
"Tramp? I thought I heard voices out here...are you alright?"
Heart racing Scamp waited to catch his fathers' response shivering slightly all too well knowing the punishment for sneaking around at night if his mother caught him.
"I was just thinking aloud to myself is all. I'm fine pigeon honest. It's just sometimes I think back and remember all of the things that have happened to me and am amazed that I'm still alive and what's more that I was lucky enough to end up with you."
A moment of silence, shuffling, the sound of steady breathing and then the wet sound of a lick.
"And I'm lucky to be with you too Tramp....."
Scamp could tell by the sound of his mothers' voice that she had more to say but was debating whether or not to say the rest. Apparently his father caught it too for he shuffled slightly, an uneasiness to his movement.
"But....?"
"But, you seem sad and I know you well enough by now to know when something is wrong. Are you sure you're alright" she said quietly her voice soft and tender?
More wet sounds filling the room and assailing his ears. Kissing.
"Really...I'm A okay kid. I feel better then any dog half my age."
With a happy chuckle he could hear his mothers' voice change again for a third time.
"You're the best dog there ever was. I think I know of a way I could get you to cheer up."
"Pidge...you....mmmm...that is you don't have to....nnnmmmm."
Soon there were slurping noises and an intake of breath and a sultry moan.
*Great! Dad's burying the bone with mom and I'm stuck here! Maybe this'll make it easier to sneak away with both of them caught up in....in...each other. Weird thought.*
Gulping he slowly inched forward, peeking inch by inch around the arm of the sofa hoping against hope that he could still sneak away without his mother finding out. Thankfully the house was a wave of the scent of him, his sisters, the humans and Tramp and Lady...but still, there was always a chance that his mother would pick up on the freshness of his scent.
"Oh Tramp!!!! Nnnnnoooaaahhh!!!"
He froze and tried to focus his eyes in the darkness. He could see his father hunched up over his mother, their bodies moving quickly and smoothly together, slick sloppy thwacking noises meeting his ears in sync with the rocking of the figures of his parents.
"Mmmmm!! Yeah Pidge! Yeah!!!"
Moving along the wall Scamp couldn't help but drool at the thought of his parents both together, joined in such a carnal way.
I can't think like that though or I'll get caught! If I can just make it to the door....
"Ooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!! Tramp! So.........nnnnnggaaaahhhhh TRAMP!!!!!"
"PIDGE!!!!"
Scamp could hear as well as smell both climax together as both Tramp and Lady moaned together as Tramps' knot slipped in and they tied. Both were shaking and panting as they copulated and he had to force himself to move onward past the doorway down the hall and to his bed in the pantry.
Circling around on his doggy pillow he flopped down ending up on his back looking at the ceiling, his parents voices still audible to his keen hearing. His mind wandered to Angel and to the past when he'd been a junkyard dog.
He knew that the streets were dangerous and that that facing that dangerous for most meant a one way trip to the pound. A chill ran through him as he remembered Reggie, the dank dark stench of fear and the continuous whining of those who had not a hope. And yet he would eagerly face it all again if only to see Angel again, to feel her close to him and smell her sweet scent while she chided him for something he'd done wrong or teased him in her chipper well meaning way.
His head sagged a bit as he remembered with bittersweet fondness the night they had shared together, chasing fireflies, tumbling around and racing through town in, ending up at Tony's to share a delicious feast and a kiss.
If only to have that again.
A single tear rolled down his muzzle as he tried desperately to escape the memories and find sleep, peace of mind. Rest was what he needed more then anything and when it came he welcomed it like a long lost friend.
Early morning brought grogginess and grey light that shifted into a bright golden warmth that fell on his fur and steadily prodded him out of sleep. Unfortunately and to his utter dread it also brought his three yipping yelling sisters who hopped around his bed.
"Wake up! Wake up broooother! Wake up!!! Time to rise! Heh heh and uh...shine!! Yeah yeah that's right shine!"
With how goofy and low it sounded that had to be Danielle.
"Sleeping in at this hour!? Simply disgraceful! Get out of bed lazy bones!"
*Gaaahhh! Collette with her matter of fact ways. Makes a dog wish he could dig a hole for himself instead of his favorite chew toy! Just a little more sleep!*
"The sun is shining, the day is new!! Come on bro! We wanna play!"
Annette. Although he did feel a little comradeship towards her...being yelled at this early was a cruelty that he couldn't take.
Blearily he stretched and opened his eyes just in time to be bumped into and pushed from his bed, the breath leaving his lungs as he landed on the harder, colder floor in surprise.
It seemed Danielle believed that he'd been in bed long enough and had decided to ram him out.
All three of them bounced up and down excitedly.
"Hooray! He's up and at em! Hooray for brother!!!"
"Would you guys knock it off! I ought to bite each of you morons" he growled as soon as he caught his wind. "I doubt our parents are even awake yet!"
"Since when has that mattered? Now we can say that we've woken up before mother! And you can too" Collette giggled. "Doesn't that make you feel wonderful! Now we can call her the sleepyhead! It'll be great!!"
"Sure it does. It makes me feel all kinds of wonderful" Scamp groaned sarcastically before smiling wryly. "I'd love to see you try to tell mother that. Perhaps her wrath can persuade you not to disturb the sleep of others. Now 'that' would make me feel wonderful."
Wagging his tail at the thought Scamp hiked up a hind leg and began scratching himself clicking his tongue near the end in the trademark scratch that he and his dad shared. Back when he had tried to join the junkyard dogs it had almost been a dead give away that he was a relation to Tramp which had almost ended badly with Buster so hell bent on revenge.
Yawning he stood and rolled his tired muscles waiting for his prissy sister to shoot some sort of rebuttal at him or for one of the others to attack him.
Instead all three sisters just stood and stared at him wagging their small tails in excitement. After several moments of this he began to feel uncomfortable sitting down and licking one of his paws nervously.
"So why wake up this early and why are you all staring at me like that? Have I sprouted another ear or something or is this just another of your games?"
"Hee hee no game" Danielle muttered chuckling to herself.
It was Annette who answered him winking at her sisters before hand which gave him a funny feeling that he was being set up for some sort of prank.
"Well last night before bed we were talking and I let slip how fun it was to sneak out and watch mom and dad" she began choosing her words carefully. "We got to think though...the way they were acting if doing the same thing ourselves would make us feel as good. We also thought that if it was to work we'd have to bring you along to play dads part, but getting caught wouldn't bare thinking about and the park sounded like the safest place away from mother or father."
"Whoa...whoa! What!? I must not be hearing you right! Let me get this straight, you, all of you, my well to do annoyingly well behaved sisters who would never do anything that mother didn't sanction herself want to sneak off without telling anyone, do adult things that you probably shouldn't and what's more you want to have me along for the ride?"
"Exactly" Collette said matter of factly raising an eyebrow. "None of us can do...well..do what dad did and you being the most devious of our litter we were sure that if we brought you along you'd figure out a way for all of us to enjoy ourselves."
Leaning his muzzle forward until he was right in her face Scamp chuckled.
"Well I'll admit I'm floor guys. I never would've thought that any of you had a naughty side to them much less you" he growled bumping his nose meaningfully against Collettes'.
Winking at him the spaniel gave him a lick on the nose.
"We three have our naughty side...but you can't ever breathe a word to anyone."
"Who said I ever would...that's usually how you guys work" he retorted with a grin.
"If you'd be so kind then Scamp lead the way" she grinned licking her lips. " Since you know the park best it would probably work out better if you did then one of us."
"Fair enough. Just be quiet though, that is unless you do want to get caught."
It all seemed weird to him, his sisters cooperating for once with him and not just one but all three. Against his better judgment he decided that he'd play along. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew that soon the trap or the trick would be brought down on his head if he wasn't vigilant and constant guard against all three.
They made their way slowly out of the pantry and past the door that let to the family room half expecting at any moment for the humans to wake or their parents to bustle out and ask them all what they were doing up so early. To their surprise and delight however they were able to each jump through the swinging doggy dog and down the steps of the porch and into the front yard.
Danielle giggled not being able to hold in her mirth at the ease of their escape until she was shushed by one of the others.
Collette keep humming to herself no doubt nervous about actually taking part in something outside of her normal day to day activities. Every few moments she would clear her throat or cough much to the annoyance of the others.
Annette for her part was much like him, quiet and aware of everything around her and watchful for anything unexpected. Her ears were up as much as they could be and each step she took was careful.
They followed the winding twisting lane down from the villa's keeping close to the walls and fences where they could. The trees grew in a line that wound with the lane, each fenced in by little rail pickets in a way hemming in the walkways from the road. The scent of lilacs permeated the morning air as the town slumbered on before waking with a new day. Scamp fell into a steady trot as they neared main street making his way through an alley to the east that lead into the park.
Few people were up and those that were gave little thought to seeing three puppies padding along to the park. As they neared the bridge and the pond Collette cleared her throat causing all of them to stop and Danielle to burst out laughing randomly at their success.
"Hee hee hee hee hee hee haaaaaaahhh! We made it! We actually made it! Let's get too fun! Ha haaaa!"
"Not yet" Collette chided her shaking her head.
Annette nodded in agreement. "Definitely not, is there a place where we'd have more privacy Scamp?"
All three turned to him expectantly.
Embarrassment coursed through him and his heartbeat quickened as for the first time he hesitated upon further thought on what they planned to do. Thus far they had been in this together but he wasn't sure he wanted to leave anything to chance with his sisters.
"Um...heh there's a small thicket up ahead on a hill I think but are you all sure you still wanna do this? I mean we could just enjoy being out here and then head home.."
"Not on your life bro" Annette growled in amusement. "Lead the way Scamp."
Sighing resignedly he resumed walking leading them over the bridge and up the hill choosing a spot in the hedge where the foliage curved a bit inward to create a barrier from prying eyes.
Turning back bashfully he noticed the hungry looks the other three were wearing as they closed in on him.
"Shouldn't we think on this maybe just a bit" he whined wagging his tail and backing up slightly? "What if mom eeehhooohh!!"
Annette came at him from the side dipping her head under his belly to drag her tongue along his sheath. "Danielle dear...why don't you back up under him and I'll help you both out...then Collette, you and me can have 'our' fun."
All he could do was shiver and gasp as he felt her tongue touch the inside of his sheath coaxing his most private organ from it's furry hiding place. Without thinking one of his hind legs lifted slightly to allow his sister better access to him.
"Ggeeee nnnngghh Annette..mmm ahhh!"
With a delicate paw she had released most of his girth and had wrapped her lips around his shaft causing him to drool and arch his back. He found it hard not to start humping her muzzle and thrust home like all of his instincts told him, urged him to do. With each sucking slurping sound came another wave of pleasure and gasped feeling trapped in her moist and greedy mouth.
Without a doubt she had been the one to orchestrate all of this.
For a moment he nearly stumbled when Danielle pushed herself under him while Annette pulled his cock gently back to hang quivering in one of her forepaws.
"That's it Danielle. Now crouch down between his front paws and raise your rear towards me. Don't forget to raise your tail up as well, I'll guide him in" Annette growled mischievously from behind him giving his cock an approving squeeze. "Your quite big brother...not that I've had any experience to compare you to but I must admit I'm impressed."
He moaned and looked back over his shoulder at her, one of his ears flopping over his face at an angle.
"Ohhhh! You have no idea how good this feels! I'll admit...mmmm, I didn't expect you to ever be doing something ...like...like this. Oooooooh!"
Danielle now had her rump touching the front of his belly and sheath, her tail grazing his emerging knot and the back of her neck just brushing up against his chest.
"Well then believe it cause I've got an idea that we're all going to enjoy this. I'm next. Brace yourself sister, here he comes" she said with glee.
Her paw gripped him then and he shuddered yipping and panting as she pointed him down, grinding his sensitive skin against his sisters tail, down past the small opening of her ass which moved slightly to a hot and wet place between her legs lower down. Dogs almighty was it warm!
He whimpered as she pointed his tip between that hot slick smooth cleft which yielded to his flesh. Overwhelmed by need he thrust once sinking into it and earning a howl from Danielle below him.
Behind them he could hear moaning and sucking noises and he tilted his head to catch a glimpse of his other siblings together, Collette standing over Annette, both sucking between the others legs and murring in pleasure.
But he couldn't focus on them.
Thrusting faster bodily fluids mixed with that of his sister beneath him. She arched up and he met her, her body shaking underneath his. Hammering in and out he gritted his teeth and nearly howled unsure just how long he could last.
His eyes wandered while he kept up his work, tongue licking his chops. He tried to focus on anything to last longer, the tree further up the hill, the sky, the bushes and something else. Something headed towards them at a lope that swam before his vision blurred by his bliss.
It seemed to be...another dog. It was big and tall with a short tail and a well muscled body. It was sniffing around for something for a moment and then it raised it's head and looked directly at them, a confident smirk creeping along it's face as it slowly made it's way closer to the siblings.
A claw of absolute horror clutched at his heart and he whined at once pulling out of Danielle and cowering.
"Uh...guys! We need to go."
"Heh no we don't! Really Scamp you've been overly annoying" Collette growled in irritation. "If I didn't know any better I'd of thought that we switched places. Who are you and what have you done with my brother?"
"Never mind that" he yipped fearfully. "We need to run! It's Buster!"
Impatiently he inclined his head towards the Doberman trotting straight for them.
"Run as fast as you can!"
"But who is that? Scamp...maybe...."
"No! Run now!!!! I'm right behind you" he howled pushing Danielle to her paws. "Hurry!"
All three bolted at the urgency in his voice and he behind them. He dashed down the hill heading for the bridge and town hoping against hope that they could all make it home. He'd take any punishment any grounding or scolding from his parents happily if only they all came out of this safely. He'd been a fool to agree to come to the park in the first place! Why? Did he really had to learn things the hard way over and over again!?
His sisters had nearly made it to the bridge! He looked back.
The Doberman was right behind him!
With all of the energy he had he ran as fast as he could go, his paws flying over the grass and the soil beneath it. He was almost there, so close when he felt a heavy weight barrel him over roughly and for the second time that morning the air was wisped from his lungs.
*Well at least my sisters got away and can get help.*
The grey dog lay on his back trying to regain his breath as the Doberman came closer, looming over him with a nasty smile that showed every last one of his pearly sharp teeth.
*Buster's going to kill me!*
Hot breath as the Doberman stood over him and laughed laying a hefty paw on Scamps chest, keeping him pinned to the ground.
"Do mine eyes deceive? If it isn't Scamperoo having some fun in the park with the locals." Shaking his great head the older dog clicked his tongue in rebuke. "Gotta hand it to ya kid you're your father's son alright...playing around with the dames just like he did. That mutt always did have a weakness for em."
"Better to be like him then you Buster" Scamp growled trying to muster whatever courage he could given his hapless situation. He knew that he didn't have a chance at all.
"He's twice the dog you'll ever be!"
With a worried yipe the pup flinched and squirmed as he felt pressure being added to his chest.
"I've always been better then Tramp! Neither you or him could ever match up to me...brains or brawn I've got you both beat by a long shot" Buster snarled.
Scamp looked up at his tormentor and bared his own teeth.
"Well then do your worst. Get it over with! Kill me! I know you want to Buster."
"Oh I want to....but I won't. I've got bigger cats to skin then that and better ways to get back at my enemy. For now though I'm going to show you how much better I am then your father or any other dog. Now get to your paws and spread your hind legs sport or I swear I'll really hurt you."
Limbs shaking Scamp rose to his paws looking up at the Doberman pleadingly.
"Can't you just let me go? I've nothing you want and you must know that I don't care. I'll run when I get my strength back."
Buster shook his head casually his eyes nearly slits as he scoffed.
"No you won't run Scampster."
The pup cocked his head in confusion whining slightly at Buster's cruel hints. He could tell that something was up...something big and complex. Buster had always been a dog with a plan and knowing how the Doberman did things Scamp was completely sure that his old enemy knew something that he didn't.
"Your weakness kid was always obvious to me from the first day you came to the junkyard, Angel. She always was your Achilles heel."
Hackles rising Scamp stared in disbelief at Buster.
"What...what do you know about Angel? If you've hurt her..."
"Nah...hey hey hey hey hey! Relax kid. She's perfectly fine and rejoined with the streets and a new pack that is run by an old friend who has turned up at the most opportune time. She'll remain that way if...and only if you do exactly what I say for now."
Trapped! He had known that Buster was crafty but this?
"I have your word that if I do exactly as you say...that you won't hurt Angel and that you'll take me to her?"
"I promise. Now your seeing the big picture you can kindly spread those legs now."
Without a word Scamp did what he was told hating himself for doing so. For a moment nothing and then the sniffing cold nose of the Doberman pressing up against his back entrance. He groaned and spread his legs further as he felt a huge tongue push open his ass spreading him with wet power that melted him down to nothing but a primal submissive.
"Ahh the puppy likes that" Buster cooed mockingly.
"Prepare to become my bitch mutt!"
With that the dog pushed the head of his cock into Scamp parting his anal ring without warning or care. Scamp for his part yelped at the top of his voice as the pain spiral up and into the only thing in existence. Pain that threatened to rip him in two at any moment.
The larger dog chuckled and sunk in pushing inch by agonizing inch deeper and deeper into the younger dog. Buster was silent save for his excited thrusts that picked up speed as he gave more and more of himself.
Something was caressed and touch in Scamp that blinded him to the rest turning the pain to numbness before becoming the purest form of pleasure he'd ever experienced in his short life. Clawing at the ground he writhed and found himself pushing back slightly against the Doberman, found himself actually enjoying how big and powerful Buster was.
He gasped in a quick intake of air focusing on that sweet spot that his enemy kept hitting inside of him, that spot that made his dick hard beneath him without any stimulation to it even causing it to drip globs of pre and throb along with each thrust and each fluttering beat of his heart.
He could barely stand it or resist and his body betrayed him giving in to bow before the might of his foe.
With a pleasured grunt the Doberman behind him began pushing his knot into Scamp as he came inside of the pups anal tunnel, cum spewing down Scamps' legs and balls.
It gushed inside of him and with a moan that steadily turned into a howl Scamp let himself erupt, his doggy seed spilling down to paint the grass white beneath him.
Buster flopped down dragging Scamp with him and both lay in restful afterglow with the smaller of them moaning and yipping blissfully at being so full.
"Heh...just like your father" Buster said grinning slyly. "No questions now. I'm taking you to see Angel but there's someone who wants to meet you first. She's an old friend of mine and she can't wait to see you" the Doberman growled menacingly raising an eyebrow, "or your father....
Tramp raced through town breathlessly his pads thundering over cobblestones and pavement as he made his way to the park stopping to check and mark the scents drifting to him through chill evening air.
As soon as he'd seen his three daughters rushing in to tell Lady about them escaping a big dog in the park and how Scamp had been attacked by it he had dashed off without a second thought, heedless of the humans, not caring that he had knocked over Jim Dear in the process of bursting down the porch and out into the open. All he cared about was the safety of his family and finding his son.
He had checked as many places as he could think of, main street, around the villa's, uptown, downtown, and all of the park. Taking a moment to rest he sat and gave himself a scratch before resuming his search.
Places in the park bore some remnants of Scamps scent in particular one place where two scents had meshed together. Buster....
The need to find his son grew more and more urgent as more time passed.
Soon his pawsteps saw him along the bit of tracks that wound their way out of the park and along the edges of town. In the distance a rising water tower and a train pulled into a now abandoned station, the lights and motor dead until humans came to operate the huge mobile machine. How humans came up with how things like automobiles and trains remained a mystery to him and he snuffed continuing on until he spotted a familiar place.
Almost in a trance he saw the small pool of water created by the steady drip of water that feel from the water tower, the barrel where he used to sleep and enjoy hearing the trains pull in and out of the station with the morning and the early evening. With a slightly bittersweet pang he remembered that day long ago when he had started out from this very spot through a day riddled with a series of events that had eventually led him to Jock, Trusty and Lady.
Back then they had been talking about the possibility of the humans bringing a baby into their household and what it would mean for Lady.
He chuckled to himself as he fondly remember how riled he'd made Jock when he'd busted in on them and interrupted, sharing his opinion of things.
For all times sake he bent down and sampled some of the water from the pool shivering in relief at the cold fresh liquid as it revitalized him. It held within it the tang of the wild and the questionable, the memories as well as longing. He both loved and hated how it felt to be here once again.
More water started falling from the sky then usual signaling rain, the second storm in less then a day. Looking around for shelter Tramp finally decided on the station entering it warily and scenting the air for any suspicious smells.
It was all clear.
Feeling utterly beat he curled up near a small table set with one old coffee pot probably left behind by one of the humans. Sleep found him on swift wings and soon he was dreaming of home.
The sound of a someone singing was the thing that woke him...resounding mid the storm clearly in his ears.....
[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SDTjio-Ks94](http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SDTjio-Ks94)
With the end of the melody a strange dog padded slowly through the doorway meeting his questioning gaze with cold sharp blue eyes. He shook his head hardly believing what he was seeing.
"Julie? Is it really you? Jewl?"
For a moment the Dalmatian smiled sweetly at him, obviously amused by his semi conscious state.
Wagging her long tail she sauntered in giving herself a shake and sending water everywhere. Coyly crossing her front legs she sat near him her rear just out of reach of his front paws.
"Why hello handsome. Fancy me meeting you here. May I ask what brings you out on a night like this?"
Her voice was soft and flowing and he couldn't help chuckling at her compliment.
"Your very kind but age has caught up with me. I've settled down and really have forgotten quite a bit since then. Being a street dog is mostly a memory for me now."
"I..find that very hard to believe stud" Julie whispered in something between a hiss and a snap as if she hated the thought. "And as for you being over the hill...parish the thought love. You've still got the devilish good looks that you used to. You could get under my tail any day!"
The Schnauzer-mix stuttered a bit.
"Get under what?"
Laughing out loud she wagged her tail flipping her ears so that they whacked her head with audible thumps.
"You heard what I said Tramp. Admit it! You want to get under my tail just like you used to. But you still haven't answered my question. Why are you here?"
"Well my son is missing" he admitted sadly sitting up and hanging his head. "I don't know where he is or what happened but I'm afraid Buster's got him."
"Well if that's the case I'll help you find him. That Doberman always was trouble and jealous of you!"
"Wait...you don't have to" Tramp growled. "This is my problem and I can deal with Buster if I have to."
The Dalmatian sighed and shook her head.
"I've no doubt of that hot stuff. However it would be the least I could do to help you find your son wherever he is. Your kin and family mean a lot to me. I've always cared for you so what d'ya say to sleeping here together and then starting out looking for Buster and your son bright and early tomorrow? If that Doberman want's a fight two is better then one."
After giving it some thought he nodded in gratitude, grinning down at her with his tongue lolling from his jaws.
"Well if you insist then thank you Julie. I truly am in your debt."
"I know you are stud" she whined in a seductive tone her tail raising to reveal the spade shaped mound of her tender folds bunched before him as she raised her body forward while still on her haunches. "That's why you need to pay up. It's a small thing that can easily be taken care of."
"I couldn't" he muttered sniffing the air and licking his lips despite himself.
"Come on! Where's the lovable scoundrel that I knew when last I saw you? Just this once...for all times sake. I'll never ask again unless you want me to, promise."
All of his better judgment screamed at him to decline her offer, to think of Lady and not be tempted. But in the end his feral urge won out.
"You sure you want this?"
"You know I do...now come along and have some 'fun' with me" she yipped facing away from him and wiggling her rump in his direction.
Straddling her he placed his front paws on either side of her slender body arching his read down closer to her and grinding his sheath against her back in a sensual slow movement.
He was already erect and he could feel a bit of his juices coating her back as with a shuddering grunt he rammed himself into her pussy earning a howl from her that rang in his ears.
"Ohhhh what a dog!!"
Inside she was less tight then Lady but gifted, her muscles working his cock like he'd never experienced before. Added to that she was extremely wet and slippery, her folds schlorping her fluids around and past his cock to leak down her legs and down his sheath.
This was the messiest sex he'd had in a long long time and yet he loved every minute of it. Her squeals of delight and the pulsing shuddering warmth of her body around him.
She came the first time and her walls contracted around him squeezing him to the point of being unbearable while squirting out more of her cum that drenched the fur on his back paws.
He nailed her again and again hammering away at her love tunnel as his lust grew along with the tingling warm feeling growing in the pit of his loins.
"Tie me nnnnnggghhh!!!! Oh Tramp!!!!!!!"
"Hang on...gggggrrrrr.....mmmmm nnaaaaaaahhhhh!!!"
With a final thrust he lunged forward slipping his knot in spilling his cream down her vaginal passage drooling and growling in a half whimper half groan. Both howled together before with an exhausted moan he flopped down opposite her breathing hard.
"Whoa! Heh are you always so wet" he panted a silly smile covering his muzzle.
Looking back at him the Dalmatian laughed teasingly moving her ass and causing him to whimper a bit. "Always. Now all we have to do is wait for you to deflate big boy."
"I'm sorry" he growled smiling sheepishly. "Don't mean to inconvience you."
"Think nothing of it sexy" she murred licking her lips. "I can't think of a better way to fall asleep...."
It was cold, damp and completely miserable.
The rain had stopped some time ago and yet he still felt drenched. Scamp whined pitifully in dreams his mind the only comfort. There was Angel.
She was perfect, her scent that of the rosemary in the park, her fur the light cream, smooth and fluffy all at once. She kissed him and he sighed meeting her tongue with his and sharing saliva. She pushed him on his back and he obeyed without a thought. Smiling at him through his splayed legs she began licking him soothingly, in no time his girth was filing out in excitement to greet her and she lathered it all with wet sloppy love. Pre and drool dripped down his shaft at each lick until she was sucking him and he came hard.
She swallowed it all letting only a bit drop back down on the side of his member facing him a playful smile on her face.
"I love you Tenderfoot..."
"I love you too my Angel...... |
Title: The Furry Dead Chapter V by Arlen Blacktiger
Tags: Anal, Character Development, Harsh, Insanity, M/F, M/M/M, Oral, Orgy, Plot Development, Semi-NC, Story Progression
Chapter V
Whenever the voices came, they felt like worms crawling through his brain and chest, coiled around a sense of dread and ecstasy. Dread that they would tell his father things, things that would make father furious with him. Ecstasy, because of the rewards he would feel in his heart when he did as the voices asked, begged, cajoled.
Sometimes, though, the voices demanded too many things, so many he could not possibly complete them all, and then the voices would scream at him, filling his mind without benefit of using ears he could cover against the ringing, stinging deluge of suffering. They would flood him with screams of his worthlessness, shiftlessness. Worst of all, they would do it in father's booming, rumbling voice.
There were only three cures for the voices. He could do their bidding though they would always come up with another thing later, and often their bidding led to father being angry in person. Secondly, he could find a woman and cut her until the voices quieted, replaced by her shrieks of fear and begging for mercy and final, ringing silence. Thirdly, he could do as he did now.
The lithe little feline clenched his claws into the chain mail skirt in front of him, feeling the smooth, cold texture of dry steel against his fingerpads as the soldier grunted and slammed his thick-furred balls into the tiger's chin, gagging him deliciously with the burning, throbbing, pointed spike of flesh the movement shoved down the tiger's throat.
His throat fluttered on the red, throbbing cock, as he rolled his eyes up to the wolf soldier. He had his head tilted back, his paws wrapped in the tiger's long, silky, well-loved hair, and was straining, the near-painful anticipation of an explosive orgasm written all over his face.
As he grinned around his throatful, the tiger wriggled his hips, twitching them to and fro as his tail danced, before being snatched by a rough, armored paw. The bear railing him grunted and thrusted, his thick blunt shaft drawing a gurgled squawk of pleasure from the impaled tiger and a muted, sullen silence from the voices.
His grin broadened as his eyes slid fluidly to the bodyguard. The lion was stoic, his golden brown eyes staring straight ahead like a stone-carved sentinel, ignoring the soldiers using his charge like a cheap street whore in the way bodyguards did; seeing nothing, but watching everything. The veteran warrior looked unruffled, pristine, his armor polished to a mirror-fine gloss, his footpaws spread in readiness for battle at any moment.
The tiger arched his hips and clamped down, playing his practiced muscles along the bear's thick, turgid cock, drawing a strangled sound from the creature's throat as it gripped him, steel plate gauntlets digging harshly into his slender hips as the bear gave one last thrust and began blasting his insides full of the stickiness that always seemed to disgust the voices into silence.
The garrison knew the drill by now. A reluctant-looking wolf was pulling on heavy blackened-chain gauntlets as his patrol partner helped tie his padded gambeson into place so that they could get his chain on without chafing him. His pants were open, leather ties hanging to the sides, a startled-looking young girl whore from the streets working over his reddened cock with her lips and fingers, while shooting disbelieving looks at the debauched tiger arching and swallowing the sergeant's cock to the balls.
The girl's jaw ached, and her ears buzzed with the echoed grunting and slapping of flesh. By pure habit, she lifted a delicate paw and wrapped it around the wolf's base, feeling the soft, supple skin of his sheathe bunched up under her fingers and gathered at the base of a half-grown knot. The girl dove forward, swallowing repeatedly to avoid choking as the hard tip scraped her throat.
The wolf she was suckling sucked in a breath, hard, and grabbed her jaw hard, digging armored fingers into the joint to force it open. She choked, gagging as his twitching tip drizzled the back of her throat with a spurt of liquid, before she was thrown clear of his dick with a shove that sent her sprawling. As she looked up, surprised, she saw the wolf with a strained, squinted expression, his fingers clamped tight on the thick tube running under his cock, squeezing off the unexpected release she'd pulled out of him.
"Damnit, girl, you want me to die?"
She goggled at him, as the bear she'd seen fucking the duke's younger sun pulled his sodden cock free with a disquieting slurping sound, and waddled off to clean his cum-dripping shaft, looking somehow relieved in a fashion that had nothing to do with emptying his pendulous balls.
The wolf she'd been suckling stood, gripping himself by the base, and gave her one last glare as he strode over to the duke's son, grabbing roughly at a bruised spot on the youth's hip. The lithe creature wriggled, purring around the cock in its mouth and all along its back as the tail lashed, like a flag glorying in pain, before being grabbed by the wolf as it maneuvered itself, then pried the young adult's pucker open with his tip and slid smoothly inside the cum-dripping passage.
Another soldier, the one who'd assisted with the draw-strings of the wolf now fucking Toryen Casso waved her over, and the girl approached him, kneeling down to undo his breeches. She half-expected to be shoved away again, and was cringing despite the paw that fell to her headfur and stroked at her pointed lupine ears, as she dove in and took his tip between her lips, tasting of musk and soap.
"Sorry girl, the young lord doesn't like it when his favorites spill in anyone else." As he spoke, his paw stroked her ear, trailing gently along the outer shell. This one had no armor, and was slighter than the other soldiers she'd seen crawling all over the young lordling.
The girl perked her ears in his fingers, wagging her tail hesitantly. The kind words gave her a tingle, a warm feeling of worth she got nowhere else, and it led her to lean into her work, placing both paws on the gentle-voiced wolf's thighs as she slurped at his cock, teasing the wet red shaft from his sheath and traced the veined length with her tongue.
"Only reason you're here is to get some of them ready for him. He doesn't care they don't like boys."
She furrowed her brows at him, confusion written on her face. The lord was frightening her, acting so far outside his station as to be scandalous, and scandal often led to silencings, when peasants were involved.
Behind her, the soldier slammed his hips forcefully against the tiger's, grunting as his knot popped in, and she heard the young lord give a cock-gurgling yowl, feral as a jungle cat, as he released all over the floor beneath him.
She tuned him out, keeping to the task at hand, a cold shiver running up her spine as she noted the sorry look she was getting from the receiver of her ministrations.
The soldier had lied to her, not wanting to fill her last hours before Toryen got around to her with dread. It wouldn't save her, so putting her through the fear would be pointlessly cruel.
With a grunt of relief he emptied his balls into her throat, stroking her ears with his paws as he softly cursed under his breath. He hoped it wouldn't be his last time too. Rumors from the road were ill, and the messenger they'd sent on to the keep hadn't spurred any action from the Duke.
Unconsciousness clung to her, like a mother cradling its child, shielding her from all the hurt and suffering and tears and pain, cocooned in a gossamer web of black. For a time she snuggled into it, lost in that comfortable dark dream, in which she was whole and small and loved and warm as a mother's arms.
In time, her dream changed, shifting like glassy sand in the relentless wind of desert night. She felt a sense of parchedness, a prickle in her throat and eyes and lips, the dryness of the dying.
Through her mind's eye, she saw the high, dry, hilly country of her birth, so far from the lands she'd come to as to be unthinkable for most. Months she had traveled, and she remembered now every bump, scrape, and scratch. She recalled in vivid tactile detail every deprivation of the road, every loneliness of spirit, and recalled the pain of knowing she deserved every test, for having left her people behind.
She remembered meeting another fur along the road, dirty and disheveled in battered armor, but smiling brightly and polite all the same. She remembered her disguise, how she'd strapped her breasts down with spare cloth and worn oversized garments that made her look like a child in order to hide her luckily slender hips. When she offered to help him out of his damaged armor, he'd happily agreed, and when they'd been set upon by Torian footsoldiers, she had acquitted herself well with her walking staff and then borrowed sword.
The handsome young lion had, after they'd finally driven the enemy off, thanked her for her assistance and given her the grandest opportunity; he hired her as his bodyguard, armed and armored her, and in time she came to discover he was the traveling Prince Callian, journeying the continent to learn of it before a crown could pin his head to the Scaled Throne of Darath.
An ache, felt deep in her chest, joined the tightness she hadn't until then realized she had been feeling. Her eyes felt hot, dry, stinging, and her lungs constricted, empty of air, her whole gut clenched with restrained sobs. She had loved him for his fairness, his kindness, his non-judgmental nature, and as much as anything else for his willingness to help her become what she had wished to be without thinking less of her for trying.
She awoke to the sensation of hot tears slipping into the bandages around her eyes, her body too leaden to lift a paw and brush at them. For a few moments, she had forgotten how badly injured she was, and the circumstances she was in. With a jolt, accompanied by a searing wave of nauseating pain and a sudden gasp, images of a maddened wolf and a slender, pretty priest doing battle in the rain reminded her.
Cel's vision was filled with explosions and stars, as the waves of agony roiling through her body slowly began to recede. She sucked in deep breaths, as deep as her body would allow. A change in the light and the rustle of a dry blanket told her someone was standing above her, but in a panic-riddled moment she realized she could not see.
A gentle paw touched her face, as she felt a presence settle next to her, the edges of a rough-spun woolen blanket touching her shoulder, as someone said soft words to her, words she knew but could put no image or sense to, until searing flashes of pain had ceased to pour through her body, leaving her in a numbed ache like a fire felt through layers of cloth.
Her lips sparked with prickling, as something was pressed to them, and she forced her muzzle open with the most effort it had ever taken, to bare her teeth and remind Royval of what had happened to his precious, beloved prick, or to remind evil little Toryen that he'd yet to manage a scream for mercy from her, something she suspected was the only reason he'd not gone too far and cut her throat yet.
Instead of the expected press of insistent flesh, or a belting across the teeth with a wooden club, a delicious cooling sensation spread over her battered gums and cheeks, pooling in her mouth and over her bitten, swollen tongue.
Finally, the voice spoke words that made sense, in a sotto voce near a whisper, soothing in a way that might normally raise her hackles, but in that moment made her want to cry with relief.
"Easy, easy friend. Its just water. I boiled it, its good to drink."
She managed, slow as a glacier, to give the slightest nod, before forcing her throat to remember what it was to swallow. The bruising pain there, dull and cold, reminded her in a vivid flash of young Toryen, naked and turgid-cocked, laughing and screaming as he held her by the throat, shaking her such that her skull was bouncing off the torture table he'd chosen to fuck her on.
Cel's swollen, sliced lip tried to turn up at the edge in a smirk, as soothing moisture flowed past it and into her maw. If there was any child, it would not be his. Somehow, the younger of the brothers had not been able to finish in her, not in the dozen times he'd tried. She hadn't screamed for him, except in rage, and she could still see in his face the frustration, the impotence, the inability to take his pleasure without it.
The voice intruded on her thoughts again, pushing back the dreamy floating that lingered around the edge of her consciousness.
"You have a serious fever and...Er..."
The hesitation preceded a shifting of the cloth, the shushing of wool being pushed about as her benefactor moved slightly in discomfort.
"Your wounds. They're quite severe. The infections will be bad."
He moved the water skin from her lips as she swallowed a third time, and she heard him moving again. Behind the unseen friend, she heard a fire crackling, and as she concentrated on breathing and forcing the pain away, Cel's back told her she was rested atop a sheeted straw mattress.
*No agent of Duke Casso, then.*
His voice sounded pained, tight and pinched, as if he were on the verge of tears, and she winced inwardly at the thought. Whoever this was, he was so upset by what had been done to her that it felt as if he were taking the torture on himself. Cel tried to speak, to come up with harsh words to steal his sympathy for her, but her body was still too ruined for it, her tongue too swollen and bitten, her throat too raw.
"Oh! My manners, ah...I'm Brother Timid, of the Finders. You are Sir...Um. Atarasi, Atarasi...Sir Kalos? Sir Raihon?"
She started, and it sent ripples of pain through her again, as her muscles tightened. The thought she'd had was blasted from her mind for a few seconds, until her exhausted nerves died away again. How could he tell where she was from, in her current state? As the priest went on, he spoke over a dozen common Atarasi names, though her homeland was months of travel away.
The ache in her head was growing, as she strained in the attempt to guess at this man and his agenda. She could not be sure this wasn't some form of ploy, though something beneath her fevered paranoia told her that she was overthinking, that the torments she had suffered were wreaking havoc on her judgment.
"Sir Kalas, Sir Terman, Sir Cel," the priest continued, his tail swishing in enjoyment at what felt to him like a game, as he carefully unwrapped bandages from the largely insensate knight, as she twitched and trembled in fever-sweats despite the heat of a cheerfully blazing fireplace not twenty feet from them..
She shifted slightly at that last name, her lips parting, cracking and beginning to bleed again as she tried to speak. Timid put a blessedly, finally dry paw to her lip, brushing it shut with the gentleness he'd have for touching a baby's down fur, though the motion made him clutch the dry blanket he'd swapped for, to keep from letting it fall and reveal his nudity beneath it.
"Shh, don't speak, your lips are cut. Sir Cel then. I'm going to have to unbind you, these bandages are muddy and will make your infections worse. This...I'm afraid it's going to hurt. I'm sorry."
Cel's lips twitched again, ignoring the priest's admonishment as she managed to force a few words, whispers slipping past the constriction in her throat as minnows through cracks in a dam.
"Pain...Is nothing..."
Timid hid his grimace, shifting the blind he'd placed over her bloodied eyes as he reached for the glistening-sharp knife he'd found in the kitchens. His eyes then trailed over the other supplies he'd found; heavy thread, sewing needles, honey, spider webs he'd stolen from their rightful denizens; he hoped it would be enough to save her. He closed his eyes, and reminded himself to have faith, that the vision would not be for nothing.
Cel gave a grunting, choked sound of pain as he pulled a bandage away from her face as carefully as he could, taking torn skin and clotted blood with it. Timid put a paw to a miraculously un-shredded strip of her cheek in gentle apology, as he prepared himself with prayer to battle what would be a grave fight to keep his stomach and remember his training. |
Title: How I Met Your Mother Ch. 08
Tags: secret agent
**How I Met Your Mother: Shattered Glass**
**76 Burrow Street**
The low tonal quality of the sound was the most frustrating part of it. The droning noise slowly pierced the veil of sleep, tearing through the fog that surrounded the synaptic relays. Eventually the noise reached a crescendo, forcing her into action.
"For God's sake, you're snoring again Andrew." Leah said as she jabbed him in the ribs with her fingers.
"Uhmm, what? Sorry." Andrew mumbled as he rolled over in bed.
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**New York**
**January**
She could tell by the way the old waitress behind the counter eyed her that she was worried a health inspector had just walked in. And she should have been, Leah mused as she slid into a booth. The plastic squeaked under her. She wiped the table lightly with a napkin and wished she had waited another freeway exit to find food.
The night was sinking in around the windows of the diner, stunted by the harsh orange glow of streetlamps that gave deep shadows to the already unwelcoming visages of the industrial area. It seemed a place where everything and nothing was possible, where the dark could hold your deepest nightmares or the absolute emptiness of solitude. The thought made her bones hurt.
She felt as if she were in a transit station for the universe, the only place where one could feel completely alone; yet hold in their hands any ending they desired. Despite the silver lining, she would be glad to get on the road again. The diner sat like an old Formica music box stuffed in a forgotten dark closet of the world, shining unearthly white in the despair. The buzzing of the florescent lights fed her growing anxiety. She eyed a jukebox in the corner but couldn't get her legs to move.
The old waitress squeaked over timidly. Clearly intimidated, she flopped a smudgy menu on the tabletop and asked if Leah wanted a beverage. She ordered coffee and the woman scurried off, returning with a beige cup and saucer and a steaming pot. Leah watched her fill it, cleared her throat and ordered the Monte Cristo. Wrinkles formed as the waitress forced a smile, swiped the menu and walked away.
Leah watched her behind her coffee cup, a twinkle in her eye and a smirk on her lips. Projection was an amazing attribute of the human mind, she thought. Everywhere she went she became everyone's greatest fear without trying or even knowing what he or she was scared of. She would have been lying if she said she didn't take advantage of it.
Leah hadn't had time to appreciate the diner being completely empty; she regretted this when the sound of the tarnished bell echoed off the tile as the front door swung open. She looked up from her black coffee and felt her legs tense. Her hands around the ceramic cup gripped like iron claws. Jaw muscles ached. Yet her face remained painted stoic; unsurprised, unimpressed, and unafraid.
The poor old waitress nearly fainted. While it was clear her new arrival wasn't the health inspector, he held even darker promises than her current customer. His leather coat creaked as he stuffed his hands in his pockets and stared across the restaurant at Leah. The mass of facial hair surrounding his face served as a hint at just how long it had been since she saw him last. From the right angle, they appeared as two gunslingers sizing up the enemy before a firefight.
Finally he acquiesced. Without any air of defeat, he began to walk over to her booth. He slid across from her without a word, dropping his rough hands on the tabletop and giving her a full once-over with his dark eyes. Leah did her best not to noticeably stiffen when the ends of his lips curled in a nearly invisible smile. Instead, she parried with her own smirk.
"Look what the cat dragged in." His smile widened substantially. He scratched an itch on the side of his scruffy visage and seemed to be remembering some old memory as he looked away and continued smiling. He almost looked happy as he appraised her.
"You're a hard woman to find."
"And I would have been impossible to find had I known you were ghosting me Andrew." She said with a quirked eyebrow. Andrew's smile turned condescending.
"Leah, we both knew I would come looking for you." Leah compromised with a nod. "Never underestimate stupidity or insanity, yeah?" His smile faded. She sipped her black coffee as the waitress crept over like a mouse walking through a viper's den. She set the sandwich before Leah and handed the stranger a menu. He gave her one of his most charming smiles that could have melted the coldest heart and asked for a soda. She hurried away.
The two remained silent until the soda had arrived. He reminded Leah of a child as he sipped it loudly through a bent white straw. She chastised herself for the sympathy. Andrew man sighed.
"So how long have you been after me?" Leah continued to ignore her sandwich, choosing instead to pick at her short nails.
"Two or three weeks." She replied. "Where did you put it?"
"You mean you don't know?" Andrew answered. "I take it you've looked in all the usual places?" She shrugged and ran her fingertips under her tired eyes.
"It's not every day that an agent goes rogue and steals three canisters of experimental CN-20 nerve toxin from a research laboratory, so you can understand that this is a little wider than whatever our issues were." She paused. "Besides, I've had nothing to do with the main operation Andrew. All my information is second hand." Andrew immediately scoffed, slumping into the booth.
"Please, Leah. The entirety of the Department is mobilised to track me down and you expect me to believe you had nothing to do with it?" Leah challenged him silently, giving him a look with her deep brown eyes that dared him to find a lick of dishonesty on her face. It was close enough to a signal of submission that Leah felt uncomfortable with her decision. Andrew sat dark and confused, a frown furrowing his brow. He stared at her face, searching intently. He quirked his head finally, tapped his fingers on the tabletop.
"I knew it! I bloody knew it! I thought all along you had been behind the search." Leah shook her head softly, long hair shuddering over her shoulders. She entwined her fingers and rested her chin.
"Believe me, my involvement was simply peripheral. Besides, you of all people are aware I'm not the only one who considers you a weed in the garden." A cocky smirk crossed Andrew's face, but he shrugged humbly nonetheless as he raised an arm to rest on the back of the booth.
"I suppose -- if I'm honest -- I had an inkling that I wasn't exactly considered to be the head boy in our class." Leah picked up her cup and slurped coffee loudly; she found her stomach turning at his ego. She licked her lips and offered bitingly.
"So, are you at least going to do me the courtesy of telling me why you did it?" Andrew's face sat unreadable, however the anxious habit of rubbing his silver ring was not lost on Leah. His pride could have smothered them both. However, he managed to do something he hadn't achieved in nearly a decade; he surprised her. Taking his arm down, his voice floated over, in a tone she had not heard him use in what seemed an eternity.
"Honestly, the offer was simply too good to pass up." His reply was direct and too the point. "Plus things between us were hardly going swimmingly, so I thought I should start planning ahead, you know, like filling up my retirement fund." Leah flinched; Andrew looked up with pain and met her eyes. The moment was brief; before they both inhaled, they were back on guard with steeled expressions.
The waitress made a timid appearance to refill their drinks. Leah was grateful for the interruption. After she vacated, Andrew sighed dramatically and leaned his forearms on the table, "Well, seeing as I'm now a marked man I suppose I should count my blessings that you agreed to meet -- once more for old times sake." He looked around the diner. "I suppose it's too late to roll back the clock?"
"Just a little." Leah agreed sarcastically with a sip of coffee. Andrew's eyes hardened; he hadn't expected a fight.
"So, does the condemned man get a last request?" Unabashedly, Leah's harsh laugh ripped into the air.
"What? Let me guess, you want me to call them off?"
"Bingo!" He relaxed confidently and sucked down soda. She shook her head, incredulous, holding her coffee above the table.
"That's not going to happen." He acted as if he'd expected her answer.
"C'mon, Leah. I know you've got more power over there than even you will admit. Pull some strings and get this whole thing dropped."
"You've got to be kidding me, Andrew."
"We both know you would be miserable with me dead." The dark humour fell like a stone. The line was a slice through her heart, and an ignition of long-lingering animosity. Immediately Andrew's eyes betrayed his worry that he made a mistake, however brief the thought was. He didn't waiver again, but sat cocky and calm, half a grin threatening the borders of his lips. "Who else would you have to chase around the globe after I'm gone?"
The air hung thick with murderous lust. Leah bored daggers into him, embers burning in her gaze. He held it steadily. She attempted to swallow her rage with a sip of coffee.
"I'm not calling this thing off, Andrew," She hissed tersely in a voice that sounded not her own. "Sleep in the bed you made." The metaphor seemed to amuse him.
"The bed you almost slept in next to me?" Leah rolled her eyes and shook her head.
"You never quit, do you? That card no longer grants you the upper hand, Andrew. In order for that to work, I would have to give a shit."
"And we both know you do."
"Then you've got your head up your ass." Andrew's face darkened, and it was clear the plan in his head had a much different outcome. He leaned forward on the table and lowered his voice.
"I made you what you are, Leah. You almost joined my side, remember? You were ready to drop everything and travel the world, killing with me. You would have done anything for me. I'm sure your employers would be none too pleased to know how close you came to becoming one they would be hunting." Leah scoffed.
"Are you blackmailing me?" When he didn't answer, but remained staring, she laughed again. "My dear Andrew; desperation does not become you."
"You think I won't do it?"
"Not at all; I'm sure you would. The key to blackmail, however, is that you actually have something to leverage against me. Which you don't."
"Oh, so telling that fat, fascist prick of a boss you almost became a contract killer isn't leverage? What, are you fucking Benedict now?" Andrew spat. His remark earned another eye-roll. "You presume, dear, that they don't already know."
"Bullshit." She shrugged flippantly. "Try it and see, then." Andrew fell silent. His jaw clenched in anger. He pushed his index finger on the table like a pointer, as if to validate his words.
"You're a hypocrite, Leah. You were almost there, becoming me, and now you hunt me like you're the mighty hammer of God. You're no different than me. You kill just the same as I do."
"Almost isn't close enough Andrew. And now I spend my life doing what I was meant to: taking down people like you. In the end, we both sleep well at night, and that's really what matters isn't it?" Her tone rang bitter and merciless as she dropped her coffee cup into the saucer loudly.
"So self-righteous, aren't you? Tell me then, why are we talking? Why haven't you pulled your piece and blown me away?" Leah hesitated. A telling shadow flickered over her face. She looked away from his stare and out into the night, watching a cat skirt around a building corner.
"I came here to warn you -- to tell you that it's not too late to turn yourself in." Andrew could see her swallowing hard. "That's the reason I asked to meet you" It was Andrew's turn to laugh out loud. He slumped back in the booth.
"You're a fucking piece of work." Leah recovered quickly, a sarcastic glint in her eyes. They both knew she had the upper hand, despite her not using opportunity to take him out. It was he who was the weaker at this moment; he, the dark stranger able to flip his conscience off like a switch who was now more or less begging for his life, and from someone whose strength he continually misjudged. The thought enraged his entire being; this was not a man accustomed to being below anyone, much less his former student. Andrew slowly began to lose control.
So he attacked the only part of her he could think of as vulnerable.
"It's not my fault you loved me, you know." He suddenly blurted. "It's not my fault you got your heart broken. One cannot deny the very nature of their essence." Leah swallowed laboriously, but scoffed with a dangerous half smirk.
"I don't need a history lesson. And in this instance it's irrelevant. If I wanted to avenge the years you took from me, you'd have been dead long before now." He sneered, a gesture to show his disbelief at such a possibility.
"And yet you will do nothing to stop these others from coming after me. The gun might as well be in your hand."
"No, Andrew. I won't stop them, but I won't help them either. This matter has nothing to do with me. I'm not saving you this time." The finality in her voice startled them both.
"What about your men? I don't exactly have a reputation for throwing tea parties. You wouldn't save them from a fate they will most likely be given for coming after me?" Andrew countered. Leah smirked disgustedly at his arrogance.
"They took the job with full knowledge of its risks. They're grown-ups, they made their own decisions."
"So Saint Leah washes her hands of the entire affair?"
"Now you're getting it." Andrew paused, flustered. He clenched his jaw and looked out the window, watching a truck lumber by in the inky night. Pain and hatred clawed at his mind, and he felt his heart begin to beat faster. He didn't know if he could break her. Andrew turned back to Leah and locked her stare with black eyes. He leaned over the table towards her, painfully slow, like a panther stalking his prey. He said in a voice icy enough to freeze rivers.
"You know I could kill you any time I wanted." Leah didn't blink, didn't waver. But her face softened as she answered him truthfully.
"Probably, yes." Her answer forced Andrew to swallow, to hesitate. He was silent for a long moment.
"You're the only person I've ever known who isn't afraid of that threat from me." His cracked voice betrayed his confusion that rode the reverberations unguarded.
Leah considered, her expression revealing, but without shame, "I suppose that comes from the satisfaction of knowing that even if you kill me, one day, someone else will kill you too." She took a sip of coffee and added, "If they haven't already."
Andrew blinked. He felt the heat of flush rising in his face, heard his leather jacket creak under his weighted breathing. There were secrets in her words for no one else but him; secrets hidden behind semantics. Literal death did not suit the blow she was delivering; she was the messenger for something larger, for an oracle long gone from their world. It simultaneously infuriated him and saddened him to the brink of depression.
Leah watched him, jaw tensed tight and threatening. She gave not an inch. Her cold demeanour was unmistakable and not even the sight of his tear-wrapped eyes could thaw her. Pride at her own strength ran like warm poison through her veins.
Andrew finally dropped her stare. He suppressed a shudder as the realization of hopelessness travelled through him. Like a devil whispering in his ear, he could feel the cold butt of his .357 Magnum pushing into his ribs. His fingers itched at the temptation, but he couldn't force his hand to move as soon as he looked back at Leah's makeup-less face, watching him like the numb little girl waiting to be hit by her father. He swallowed and looked down, resigned. He reached in his other pocket, away from his weapon; he watched Leah tense immediately, unlocking her gun from its holster behind her back with smooth fluidity. He looked into her eyes calmly as he placed a large folded black knife on the table between them. She recognized it as one he'd had for years, but could not recall where he got it. She eyed him questioningly.
Andrew finished the last of his soda with a loud slurp and rose from the booth. Leah still had a hand on her back, ready to draw. She eased it as he zipped up his jacket. He dug into his pockets and fished out some tarnished quarters. He jingled them in his hand and looked down at the knife, and then back to her.
"If you kill me," Andrew said in a dark velvet voice. "Bury the knife with me. But if I kill you first, I'll be taking it back with me." He left the door to her imagination wide open and exited hauntingly with lost remnants of his dignity.
Leah looked down at the blade, and its flowing silver inlay. His eyes seemed to reflect its brilliance from somewhere deep within, as she looked back up to him and nodded. He returned it gently and shuffled off.
She watched his broad shoulders and shiny hair as he stopped at the jukebox and slid the quarters in with a clanking noise. He mashed the old buttons down and stuffed his hands in his pockets. Turning for the door, he gave her one last look from across the diner, then put his head down and disappeared into the concrete night.
Leah picked up the knife and held its contours in her hand. Pink Floyd's *Comfortably Numb* began to float muffled from the jukebox. She couldn't hide her quiet laugh, and couldn't help the weight of sadness that drifted down on her from somewhere far away. It was heavier than the weight of the knife as she dropped it into her coat pocket, knowing full well she may have just sent the Grim Reaper his invitation.
The song was halfway through before she remembered her sandwich. It had already grown cold and hard; but so had her stomach. Her appetite would be gone for some time. She stuffed a ten-dollar bill under her coffee cup and, gripping the thick blade in her jacket pocket, stood from her table. She couldn't see the waitress anywhere as she pushed open the glass doors and heard the tired bell ring above her.
He watched her slip into her car from a dark alley down the street.
She pretended she didn't see him.
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Sitting in the business class departure lounge at JFK Airport, Leah found herself tapping her foot nervously. The meeting with Andrew hadn't gone how she'd wanted it too and now she knew that things between them were only going to play out one way.
With one -- or both of them -- dead.
*Did she really expect he'd just turn up and then turn himself in?* Leah thought as she picked up a copy of National Geographic that was lying on the seat next to her, she felt the familiar buzz of her cell phone ringing in her jacket pocket. Sliding it out of the confines of its semi-permanent home, Leah scowled as she saw the name *Benedict* flashing up.
"Even on another continent I can't seem to get away from you." She hissed. "What do you want *boss*?" Even over a crackling cell phone connection her dismissive tone would be clear for him to hear.
"Enough with the pleasantries Bennett," Benedict retorted. "I need you back in Manhattan -- our American colleagues need your unique...skills to resolve a small problem they have."
"Let me guess -- that prick Spencer has managed to screw something up again right?"
"I don't have the details -- however he's waiting for you at the Hilton in Manhattan. I suggest you get there as soon as you can." The line went dead a moment after Benedict has finished speaking. Leah sighed as she dropped the phone back into her jacket pocket. She approached the check in desk and gestured to the company representative sitting behind it.
"I need to re-arrange my flight details..."
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"I still don't understand why you need me." It was the third time she'd asked this question and as of yet Leah still hadn't received a satisfactory answer.
There was always something about Elliot Spencer that made Leah feel uneasy around him. Whether it was the half-hearted yet predictably laughable attempts to charm her into his bed, the obscenely expensive suits he had a liking for or the fact that he seemed to have an inverted Midas touch when it came to matters of intelligence, she wasn't sure -- however her only extensive dealings with him had invariably resulted in people ending up dead.
Somehow -- perhaps in spite of his apparent incompetence -- this man was now the East Coast director for the NSA's counter-terrorism operations. After nearly a decade of screwing up operations within the CIA and costing at least a dozen agents their lives -- none of which could be directly connected to Spencer's inept organisation skills -- Leah marvelled at how he had also developed a clearly Teflon-like coating to his career in recent years.
Sitting in the passenger seat of a black Cadillac that was absorbed by the shadows of a small alley in a back street of a particularly run down area of Brooklyn, Leah found herself listening to Elliot's explanation as to what it was they were doing there.
"I need to maintain an air of plausible deniability about what's going on here; specifically as to what's going on in apartment 6C on the third floor of that building across the street." He gestured towards one of the Brownstone buildings opposite them. Compared to many of its companions it was still in serviceable condition, albeit it had seen better days. "We received intelligence that the occupants of the apartment are working on building some liquid explosive devices for some sort of airplane hijacking plot."
"You think it's an Al-Khayal cell up there?" Leah asked. Elliot shrugged his shoulders.
"Either them or some dissident East European group looking to re-ignite the Cold War." He paused for a moment to light a cigarette. "Does it matter which of them it is?"
"Not really." Leah sighed as she grasped the handle of the passenger door. "I just like to have an idea as to what sort of a hornet's nest I might be walking into." Getting out of the car and making her way across the street, she instinctively clung to the shadows between the pools of light created by the streetlights. Trying to shake the malaise she felt from earlier in the evening, Leah subconsciously moved her hand to the holster located on the back of her belt, taking comfort from the butt of the Glock that nestled there.
By the time she had reached the third floor apartment, her sense of unease had grown. The first and second floors had contained the usual sort of human flotsam and jetsam that she had anticipated with this type of run down urban environment; clear indications of local gang affiliations and open evidence of the sale and use of illegal narcotics; yet by the time she had ventured onto the third floor everything felt different.
The atmosphere of the floor was unusually quiet compared to that of the others -- the tone seems hushed, reverent even, almost as if everyone was waiting for the coming storm to erupt with baited breath. Standing at the edge of the door of apartment 6C, Leah braced herself for a moment before realising that the handle had been crudely damaged and the door was actually open.
Carefully pushing the door open and stepping inside the poorly lit room with her pistol pushed out ahead of her, Leah found herself confronted with the sight of two bodies in the centre of the living space. Noting the blood as it pooled out from under them -- courtesy of several large calibre gunshot wounds in each of them -- she heard something at the periphery of her hearing that caused her to turn to her right.
Even before she had consciously registered what was happening a black clad figure lurched out at her from the doorway to the kitchen. A foot kicked out, sending Leah's Glock spiralling away from her and a moment later a small fist struck her in the jaw. Spinning away from the blow as best as possible, Leah tried to focus on her attacker as she felt the blood flow from her lip. The swirling figure -- which Leah realised was unmistakeably female in an all in one black body suit with just green visors covering the eyes -- almost looked like it was dancing as it moved towards her.
A powerful kick struck her in the chest; Leah could feel something inside her chest tear, *possibly muscle or sinew perhaps; maybe a cracked rib* she thought as she ducked beneath another leg arcing through the space her head had just occupied. Dodging the flailing legs and fists of her masked opponent for as long as she could and trying to take up as best a defensive position as she could muster, Leah managed to catch one of her legs for just long enough to allow her to drive her knee into the woman's stomach. Doubled over, Leah then gripped the back of the woman's mask -- the material felt smooth, almost slippery to the touch -- to enable her to hold her head in place as she steadied herself to power her knee into her assailants face.
The sound of bone and plastic breaking was mixed with the muffed cry of pain from the body-suited individual. She reared backwards, just in time to place herself in the perfect position for Leah as she spun around on her heels, kicking her foe in the face. As she slammed up against a mirror adorning the far wall of the cramped apartment, Leah swept in for the kill; driving the stiffened fingers of her right hand into the woman's throat in a beak-like shape, her opponent's bloodied eyes went wide with fear. Her body then slumped to the floor, twitching several times before becoming still.
Leah took a moment to compose herself. After she wiped the blood from her lip she scouted around the apartment. Fifteen nearly fruitless minutes later she found what she was looking for -- a small metal briefcase stashed in the back of a cupboard of cleaning products in the kitchen. Smiling grimly as she made to leave the apartment, she stopped to pick up her pistol before leaving the room and securing the door as best as she could.
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The look of surprised on Elliot Spencer's face was timeless as the drivers door of the Cadillac opened and a metal briefcase was dropped onto his lap. His mouth opened and closed like a fish for a minute before Leah got in the other side.
"I don't know about you, but the contents of that case look like the beginnings of a suitcase-sized dirty bomb." She said as she slammed the door behind her. "Minus the nuclear payload of course. Oh, and I wasn't the only person in that apartment who was interested in that."
"What? Who...?"
"No idea." Leah cut Elliot off, pulling down the small mirror on the sun visor to examine the cut on her lip. "But your clean-up crew will find three bodies rather than two in the room that need to be identified." Elliot looked dumb struck.
"I...I don't know what to say..."
"You can start with thank you." Leah replied. "Now, get me back to JFK -- my flight leaves in just over an hour and I want to get drunk in the bar before take off."
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76 Burrow Street
Pain flooded through his leg. The sensation of blades piercing his flesh dragged him screaming from his sleep as each one tore through the soft membrane and struck nerve endings with blunt disregard for his own well being. Eyes open and alert, he looked down and saw a small, orange shape gripping his shin.
"Jesus Oliver...you scared the shit out of me." Andrew muttered as he scooped the kitten up in his hands. The small feline creature immediately began to purr as he stroked her. "Come on, you're going back into the kid's room..."
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Greece **July**
She had run to Greece. He wasn't surprised; it was a routine she had developed as a coping mechanism after a botched job. Her last mission in Berlin had gone wrong on levels that very few people could comprehend and her first -- her only -- instinct was to run. The bodies of colleagues were still cooling in the morgue by the time she had boarded the first flight out of Germany.
In a strange way though, she always seemed more at home in Europe than anywhere else in the world. Something in her bones was very old, and hadn't yet shed the dusty centuries of her ancestors. It was one of the things her eyes could never hide -- and it was something Andrew was counting on for his plan to work.
For weeks he watched her live a leisurely dream in the cobblestone streets and olive groves of this sun-drenched coastal town. Even though she left the modest villa every day, she didn't do much: Maybe a walk through town, a beer on the beach, the occasional adventurous meal on top of a long-disused Catholic mission. The local bookstore was her only constant routine. Her training served her well. Even on holiday, she instinctively kept her paths hard to trace.
But he waited out the weeks with patience, not too proud to admit he was enjoying himself in this Mediterranean paradise. While not endless, he did have time enough. His opportunity presented itself almost entirely by chance. He figured it was a sign of fate, and so took it. Taking a break from surveillance, he'd ducked into a comfortable little bistro for dinner, one busy enough that his presence would go unnoticed. And just after placing his order, Leah walked through the door with the same idea.
The waiter seated her at a table near the large front window. Andrew was nearer the kitchen, facing the opposite wall, and thankfully under a burnt-out light bulb. He was certain she hadn't seen him. After the waiter took her order, Andrew immediately flagged him over for a refill of water. He sneaked a glance at the waiter's notepad nestled on the tray he carried, to see what Leah had ordered. The waiter refilled the glass and retreated to the kitchen, and Andrew fished a small paper envelope from a pocket up his sleeve. He palmed a white pill the size of a pupil, and when the waiter emerged, again Andrew called him over. He pointed out some random menu item and barraged the man with questions about the ingredients while his other hand silently dropped the pill into the small white teacup.
The teacup and metal pot were served to Leah minutes later. Andrew watched with careful eyes as she smiled and thanked the waiter. For a moment she started, and then leaned to her purse on the floor and scooped out her phone. She read something, put the phone down, and poured her tea.
Leah finished a full cup, and as she refilled, Andrew paid his bill and skirted out into the sinking night.
She went home directly after her meal. From his perch on the roof of the villa next door, Andrew watched her fumble with her keys to get in the front door. There was a flash of light, and she reappeared in his limited view of the kitchen, pouring herself a glass of wine. Then she gathered up a bundle of fabric and sewing tools and moved upstairs to her bedroom. After opening the glass doors of her balcony to let in the warm summer air, she settled at an old table to repair a few pieces of clothing.
Andrew readjusted his positioning to make sure the chimneys behind him blocked his silhouette. The moon shone full and accusing this summer night, and one glance of his crouched figure in the dark would ruin the entire month's work.
He barely blinked, watching her, waiting for the sedative to take effect. After half an hour, it was obvious Leah was fighting sleep; twice she dropped her sewing to the floor as she nodded off. She fought for another ten minutes before finally pushing the work aside and switching her lamp off. The wine she poured remained untouched as she climbed into bed and all went still.
Andrew waited another half an hour; to be sure she fell absolutely asleep.
Then he dropped from the neighbouring roof and silently slithered his way up to the balcony off Leah's bedroom. In her drug-induced state, she had even left the French doors open for him.
In the dark of her room, he padded his way over to the bed and, holding back his long black hair, he bent over her face. Her breathing came deep and steady, with an occasional snore escaping her open mouth. At this distance, he could smell her sweat laced with the flowery soap she used in the shower. Heat floated off of her, as if she were some fallen, dying star. The familiar sensations drowned him in memories he'd worked hard to bury. Memories that wanted to suck him in like quicksand.
Andrew straightened and watched her quiet face for a moment. Then, and without thinking about it, he pulled the cool sheets up over her still-dressed body. Leah didn't stir.
He began his search in her little office downstairs, but came up empty. She hadn't even unpacked her laptop the entire trip, so he knew that was a waste of time. He searched the kitchen and modestly furnished living room, and found nothing. Then he came back upstairs to try the spare bedroom. She had stored boxes in the closet here that she never came in to open.
It was a long shot, but Andrew began anyway, yanking the first box from the closet and hauling it across the room to a bureau that came to his chest level. He had to know what she knew; how much she had gleaned since their meeting in New York all those months ago; how close she was to discovering the truth. He had the lid off the box when he felt the cold kiss of steel against the bones of his neck.
Were it not for his finely tuned instincts, he would have turned right around to investigate and slashed his own jugular on the blade. Instead, he stiffened but did not jerk, and in another heartbeat a matching blade caressed his windpipe. Any move he made could be fatal, and he hadn't even heard anyone approach.
"Have you lost your fucking mind?" A dangerous whisper flowed in his ear like angry poison. So furious was the voice that Andrew did not right away realize it was Leah. His eyes widened as the scent of flowers drifted closer.
"It would seem so," came his knee-jerk reply. He raised his hands slowly and placed them on the bureau, where she could see them.
"What the fuck are you doing in my house?" She pressed on the front blade with a deadly promise. Andrew didn't answer.
"What the fuck are you doing awake?" He knew instantly that it was the wrong answer. Leah put vengeful pressure on both blades now, and pain screamed down his spine.
"You think I didn't notice you in that restaurant? Like you become less visible in proportion to your fucking ego?" Andrew blanched. He replayed the dinner in his mind. No, she couldn't have! Not once had she even glanced his direction. And then he groaned in realization: the cell phone. It was a distraction. With one hand she pretended to read a text, and with the other, she had dumped the pill. He had fallen for his own scam.
"Well, I did think that, yes. I suppose it was a pet theory at best."
"You son of a -..." It worked. Her anger gave him a sliver-thin window and Andrew took it. In a flash he wrapped a powerful hand around the wrist with the dagger at his throat and twisted hard. At the same time he popped his right elbow back and made contact with Leah's face.
She hollered in pain and twisted to her knees; one knife clattered to the floor, and she swung wildly with the other. Andrew leapt back to avoid the blade. With the toe of his boot he spun the loose knife around and dove for its handle and for Leah. Before she could climb to her feet, he had her pinned on the hardwood floor with a blade dangling over her face.
Her forehead dripped blood from the crack with his elbow, and even with both hands clamped on his thick wrist, she was losing the battle; her arms shook from the effort to keep his hand with the blade away. She gritted her teeth and looked up through his dark hair, at the pain and blackness in his eyes, at the tears barely kept at bay. He met her eyes suddenly, in surprise, and immediately he knew it was a mistake.
Look at her blazing eyes distracted him enough that Leah gained the leverage to free a hand and reach for the blade on her thigh. Andrew screamed as he felt the small, sharp blade bury itself in the meat of his hip. The pain charged through him and he writhed off her, dropping the knife. Leah scurried to her feet and retreated to the other side of the room with her back to the wall and knives at her front.
Andrew pushed upright and examined the wound. The cut was deep, but nothing stitches wouldn't fix. He tried to slow his clamouring heart and painful breathing. Leah, perched like a cat trapped in a corner, eyed him as her breath too came in quick, shallow spurts. Sweat and blood dripped from her face.
"You should have killed me," said Andrew.
"What makes you think I won't?" said Leah. He bent at the waist, hands on his knees, as a nauseating wave of pain shot through his muscles. He shook his head and stood up again.
"You won't -- despite your public protestations; you don't have it in you."
"Fuck you, Andrew. What the fuck are you doing here?" She twisted the knife, and a glint of dim moonlight danced across the room.
"Keeping an eye on you." She straightened again and her eyes blazed, ready for another fight.
"Keeping an eye on me? How dare you!"
"It's strictly self-defence, honey. Don't flatter yourself." Leah's face flared with rage. She took a step forward.
"Watch your mouth, you bastard, or I'll cut that silver tongue out of your face." As sweet oxygen rushed his lungs, Andrew realized he'd get nowhere keeping her anger at a boiling point. Hard as it was, he had to reign his spitfire words in, or this night would end even worse than events were already promising.
"Remember, I told you I would be coming back for my knife."
"You haven't killed me yet; you haven't earned it back." She laughed with caustic tone. "And anyway, it just gave you a kiss hello." Andrew frowned and eyed her right hand; it was his knife. *His* knife soaked in *his* blood. He cursed. "If ever I needed a bad omen..."
"I'm not going to ask you again, Andrew. Tell me what you are doing here."
She wasn't going to let him leave and she had a direct line to contingent agents stationed in this region. She would either kill him or release the hounds on him were he to escape. He'd lost his upper hand. Andrew cursed again and finally dropped the knife he still held. He paced to the window and back again.
"You need to back off -- they know about you, the Russians. If you keep on following me then you and your team are going to get hurt. I'm trying to save your life! That's what I'm doing here, Leah!" Leah eyed him in suspicion, and it melted into a hurt frown as she lowered the knives and straightened. "They know about the red flag that's been raised against me." He looked at her, cocking one eyebrow slightly.
"You think I'm feeding them Intel?" The shock was clear for him to hear in her voice.
"They're getting nervous, Leah. That makes them unpredictable and extremely dangerous. They're liable to shoot first and ask questions later." Something wild lit up in Leah's eyes; almost a wild fear, Andrew thought. Like a mama bear that knows her cubs are playing too close to a rushing river. However her face remained cold.
"So, you think someone has sold you out?" He nodded. "Look, my information on your habits is years old. If you ask me, you're paranoid."
"Well, don't say I didn't warn you." Andrew added. Neither of them spoke for a moment.
"So what would you like me to do now, Andrew?" said Leah with a dramatic shrug. "Just let you waltz out of here with a 'good night, sleep tight'?"
"Pretty much, yeah, that's exactly what I'd like you to do." Leah put her hands on her hips and scowled.
"You know that isn't going to happen."
"Look, you got me, alright? I fucked up. You win this one. I'll leave this town tonight and you'll never see me again." He straightened up. "Just keep away from the Russians." Andrew's chest ached. He watched her there, hunched in the pale moonlight, her long hair amiss from the struggle. The blood from her head had dried and crusted along the edge of her face. She looked like a sad little girl. It was an astute reflection of the night's fates crossing, a dark little tragedy played out for the starry Greek sky. All along he'd known what had really brought him here, to Greece, to her. Every step he took down the cobblestone streets had been a lie. Every note jotted down and bribe paid out to a willing store clerk or beachcomber had been to shade himself from the expanding light of reality that could not be forever ignored.
And what had he done? Where had his gentle lies taken him?
To their collective ruin?
"If only you'd stayed with me..." He lamented to the darkness above her head. "At least our kind stab you in the front." He heard a quiet chuckle from her.
"You never quit, do you? Will I never be absolved of this?"
"I suppose it's not the kind of thing one lives down," said Andrew. "Everyone stinks of some eternal sin."
"You're the only one who can smell mine, and yet I can't seem to escape from you." Andrew looked at Leah now, with that rare shadow in his eyes.
"No, you can't." Leah met his eyes with her own fire. Whatever tears had been threatening were now disappeared, and with speed that again surprised him, she was on her feet with a blade driving into his gut, a hair's breadth from piercing flesh and organ. Andrew gasped, a sharp breath, and stared her in the eyes. He had slipped into striking range without even realizing it.
"I know one certain way to escape you, Andrew." her voice came out again in an angry hiss. Despite himself, his heart galloped in his chest.
"Indeed, the only certain way." His voice wavered.
"You've impeded my life since the day you tossed me aside. Have you no decency? What more would you do to me before you're fully satisfied that my life is in shambles, just like yours?" Still Leah whispered, as if afraid the universe at large would mistake her desperation for prayers. Andrew blinked at her, and pain crossed his face.
"Why can't you leave me be?" Leah pleaded. Suddenly the knife at his gut seemed a small nuisance.
"Is that really what you want, Leah? Not once in all my sudden visits have you ever made move to arrest or kill me. You could have been rid of me dozens of times by now." He lowered his head now, hovering his face over hers. "But you haven't done it. Because you don't really want me to leave you alone."
Leah's face twitched, but she kept her eyes strong on his. He thought he saw her lip quiver.
"Not wanting you around doesn't equate to wanting you dead." Strong words, but her voice trembled. She wanted to mean it, badly.
"I've seen you kill without conscience or pause. Never cold feet."
"You weren't in my head."
"Oh yes, I was." His face drew closer. "You never showed hesitation. And you can't even seriously injure me without losing sleep." Her mouth clenched.
"Keep talking and that may change quickly."
"Come with me, Leah." Leah missed a step, and her eyes widened.
"What did you say?"
"Let's get out of here tonight. The two of us can handle whatever the outside world throws at us. Leave the Department behind and come with me."
"You are fucking insane," she said, and now tears popped from her eyes. "I'm not leaving with you."
"You can never go back, you know that. One photo of this moment right here, and one more of me leaving with all limbs attached, and that rat bastard Benedict will have you ousted. Maybe even thrown in The Glasshouse for good measure. This will not end well unless you come with me."
"I hate you, Andrew. I want nothing to do with you." The knife at his gut was shaking. With doom waiting in the close night, his restraint had dissolved. Andrew wrapped his hands on either side of her face and smashed his lips on hers, kissing her with forceful passion. Leah let loose a muffled yelp and the knife between them fell limp, and it was all she could do to keep from wrapping herself around his body, much less keep from kissing him in return. When he finally released her, her face was stained with tears, her lips swollen and red.
"Come with me," begged Andrew with his dark, teary eyes. "We both know you never stopped loving me. Come back to me."
Leah had stopped trembling, her face dissolved into a mask of wet pain. She flicked her wrist and brought the knife back to attention. "I never loved you."
Pain struck Andrew's face, but he didn't take the bait; not entirely, he assured his racing heart.
"You know something, Leah? You can give yourself airs about your strength and your resilience till kingdom come. You can fall asleep every night dreaming of the day your righteous anger is fully rewarded, and pat yourself on the back for your painful journey. But you will regret one day. You'll regret all the truths you never got to tell, the truths that make your heart scream in pain just keeping the secret. And then you will remember this night, when you had your last chance, and your life will feel meaningless."
Andrew stalked away from her and wandered through the shadows to the nearest window with view of the street. He watched silently, waiting for movement in the darkness to reveal those that hunted him. Leah's armour of anger had returned. She straightened and with dried eyes folded Andrew's pocketknife with the delicate silver-swirl inlays on its handle. She gave no warning before tossing it at him from across the darkened room.
Andrew caught it in his open left palm. He looked to her soulful eyes in their swollen sockets.
"I suppose I can always leave those little truths in my will," she said. "And then I don't have to regret anything." Eyes on the street, Andrew's back stiffened at her words. He felt a bitter, painful acid race down his throat.
"I always believed that if someone didn't have the balls to say something in life, they have no goddamn right to say it in death."
And before she could respond, Andrew dropped out of her window and into the inky summer night. From the dark house, Leah watched and waited until he had cleared her property. By now, he either thought he was terribly clever, or he had realized she was bluffing about the Intel that she had authorised to be leaked. Either way, it was unlikely he would discover the planted tracker in the handle of the knife.
As she sank to the floor, a little truth washed over Leah, and she cried.
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76 Burrow Street
The pitter-patter of rain striking the bedroom window was repetitive, monotonous almost. She rolled over in the bed, facing towards the prone form of her husband as her eyes opened slightly. He was nearly motionless for the moment, the steady rise and fall of his chest the only noticeable sign of life.
A smile drifted across her face as she moulded herself into his body; placing her head on his chest and feeling the soft embrace of sleep slowly claiming her.
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**Prague**
December
"Are you sure?" The question made Leah scowl. Had it been anyone other than Alison asking then it would have been met with the contempt it deserved. "I mean it could have been just a random..."
"What? That someone would break into my apartment and do nothing other than leave me a note with a set of GPS co-ordinates that happen to lead us to this run down industrial estate on the eastern arm of the Czech capital?" She spat. "Of course it was Andrew -- who else could it be? Plus the bastard had been rifling through my wardrobe as well."
"I was just asking." Alison said as they waited in the darkness. "Are the others in place?"
"Moore, Connery and Lazenby are waiting for our signal." Leah replied. "The locals have been informed to move in if we get involved in any sort of protracted engagement."
"Funny, that reminds me of my relationship with Eric." Alison mused. "So, how long do we wait here?"
"For as long as we need to." Leah replied, tapping her fingers on the dashboard and staring intently at the run down buildings that were below them.
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Everything had gone wrong.
As the sound of bullets whizzed past the metal crate she was crouched behind, Leah inwardly berated herself for allowing things to get out of hand. Shortly after observing Andrew arrive, then watching him being joined by a black SUV full of what were clearly ex-Soviet military types, they had waited until the electronic surveillance equipment had given them enough evidence to proceed. However, neither Leah nor Alison had allowed for the tenacity of the Russians when it came to holding their ground in a firefight.
Moore had been the first to fall; cut down in a hail of automatic small-arms fire when they had entered the building. In the confusion of several thunder-flash grenades going off they had lost track of Andrew and his purchaser -- a rather burly looking man who looked like his best days were well behind him -- as they fled into the disused warehouse. Connery and Lazenby had then both been taken out by what Leah could only surmise had been the explosive blast from a hand grenade. Alison had retaliated by placing several well-aimed shots into the fuel tank of the SUV -- generating a ball of fire and three scorched bodies.
She gripped the pistol in her right hand and pushed off against the impromptu cover, breaking into a run and firing blindly into the air to try and generate a momentary opening to allow her to move across the sparse interior of the warehouse without getting shot. Sliding on her knees for the last ten feet, the sound of bullets sizzling through the air around her, Leah found herself crouching beside the remnants of an old industrial hot water boiler. Her breathing was hard and rapid, mirroring her heartbeat as she tried to focus. Taking a moment to reload her firearm, she glanced around the edge of the metal façade.
Through the haze of the air Leah noticed two figures scurrying away from the fire fight up a set of rickety looking metal stairs to the first floor -- one of them was unmistakeably Andrew whilst the other resembled a former KGB officer she knew by the name of Annenskij who had long been considered a prime mover and shaker within the Russian Mafia. Noticing that the Russian was carrying a steel briefcase in his hands, she realised that the contents was, in all likelihood, the three canisters of CN-20 that Andrew had stolen nearly a year ago. Ducking back down behind the metal construct as several further bullets ricocheted off it, she cursed the fact that she'd failed to apprehend them.
"Evening!" Alison's flippant comment heralded her arrival behind the boiler in a similar manner to Leah. "Turned out nice again, hasn't it!" She said. Leah nodded. "So, I noticed Andrew and his somewhat rotund Russian friend have scampered to the first floor. Do you want to take them or shall I?"
"Like you have to ask." Leah responded grimly.
"Okay, one order of covering fire coming up then!" Alison gleefully said. Poking her head around the boiler for a moment she then opened fire at the two remaining members of the Russian's entourage. Leah took advantage of the opening, running low across the warehouse floor as Alison's repetitive and unnervingly accurate covering fire raked the side of the oversized iron radiator they were hiding behind. Reaching the stairs with a few moments to spare, she began clearing them two at a time, quickly reaching the first floor.
Pausing for a moment as she tried to blot out the sound of the gunfire downstairs, she carefully peeked around the edge the first floor landing and straight into what appeared to be the shell of an office. Advancing through the room and exiting it on to a sheltered corridor, Leah found herself faced with a series of small rooms leading off it at regular intervals. Checking each one as best as she could, she knew it was taking her longer to sweep through the first floor than it should; yet if she failed to do so, she would leave herself open to the possibility of walking right past Andrew or his Russian contact.
By the time she had checked the third room she was already growing impatient. As she turned her back on the room and prepared to check the fourth and final room she heard the unmistakeable sound of two male voices in the middle distance, accompanied by the noise of a door being kicked open. Breaking into a run, Leah scurried along the corridor, eventually finding herself at the flapping door of the building's fire exit. Advancing outside and scrambling up the stairs, she could see two figures making their way across the roof.
*Blam! Blam!*
Her two shots were intended to get their attention -- something they achieved with ease. Both of the figures stopped dead in their tracks as Leah moved towards them.
"Get down on the ground!" She hollered -- hoping they both realised that she held the upper hand at the moment. Gesturing towards the Russian, she added. "Throw the briefcase towards me and..." Before she could finish the sentence, the Russian had dived behind Andrew with alarming speed, knocking him to the floor and discarding the briefcase as he skittered behind a large metal water container -- one of several structures atop of the abandoned warehouse. Prevented from shooting by something inside her she didn't want to acknowledge, Leah ran over to Andrew -- who was now getting back to his feet.
"Slippery little critter isn't he." He said as he found himself looking up into the barrel of Leah's Glock.
"Tell me why I shouldn't put a bullet in your head right now?" She hissed, irritated by his cocky smile.
"Because, right now, our chubby little Russian friend is probably trying to find the emergency ladder down to the ground floor," He replied, climbing to his feet whilst appearing to be oblivious to her threatening posture. Pulling his own pistol -- an antiquated Walther PPK -- free from the holster secreted on his ankle, he continued. "And the pair of us will be in a better position to stop him working together than working alone."
"What? You're flipping sides now?" Leah snorted. "Have you had a sudden attack of conscience or something now you know you've handed three canisters of nerve gas capable of killing everyone in this city to a terrorist?"
"No, just feeling contrary today." Andrew said as he moved towards the metal construct. Poking his head around the corner, he was met by a bullet careening off the metal casing. "Over to the right!" Andrew called out, gesturing for Leah to flank around the opposite side of the rooftop. As she scrambled across the loose screed, she lost her footing. Falling hard and colliding with the rooftop with enough force to knock the wind out of her, Leah felt her Glock slip out of her grip.
The world seemed to slow down for a moment; as she slid across the loose gravel that adorned the rooftop she saw the overweight figure of Annenskij moving out from behind the small cooling tower he was lurking behind. Her mind registered the fact that he was taking aim at her with his Scorpion pistol; her mind was rapidly running through all the outcomes and even in the few brief moments she had left they all came out with the same terminal outcome for her.
The sight of Annenskij's chubby fingers pressing down on the trigger as Leah tried to roll away were the last things to fill her mind before she turned away from him.
*Brakka! Blam! Brakka! Blam! Blam!*
The short bursts of gunfire were unmistakeable -- yet Leah's trained mind identified two distinctly different weapons being discharged. Her eyes were screwed tightly shut, waiting for the searing, burning paid of the bullets tearing into her flesh. As the seconds passed, Leah realised that far from the expected pain her body should have felt, she felt nothing. In fact, she also heard nothing. Rolling back over she could see two bodies lying on the ground.
Immediately knowing what had happened she struggled to get to her feet; racing over to the fallen body of Andrew, Leah grabbed his shoulder and rolled him onto his back. Blood poured from the series of neat holes in his chest. Cradling him in her arms, Leah failed to hold back the sudden ball of emotion that threatened to overwhelm her.
"Andrew...I...I...why?"
"Ssshh..." He mumbled, blood leaking out from his mouth as he did so. "I couldn't...***Koff! Koff!***...let him...shoot you now...could...I?"
"Just hold on -- I'll get you some help; we'll get you out of..." His hand reached up to her face, stroking her cheek with blood soaked fingers.
"No, no time...besides, it's...better...this way..." Andrew gestured for Leah to lean closer to him as he struggled to impart something to her. His voice was barely a whisper now. "Check...your wardrobe...again..." Leah looked at him with a confused expression on her face. He was smiling at her, his eyes locked with hers for the final time as the life faded away from them.
Behind her she heard the sound of the heavy metal door to the roof being opened. Half expecting to be shot, even as she heard Alison's voice screaming at her as she saw the blood on her jacket, Leah looked up to the heavens as the first few drops of rain fell onto her face, mixing seamlessly with the tears that were flooding from her eyes.
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The flight and debriefing seemed like a blur to Leah. The numb sensation continued to seep through her body as Alison drove her home. As the car turned into the cul-de-sac that was home to Leah's apartment building, her friend looked over at her.
"It's funny that those canisters the Russians had were empty." Alison commented as she brought the car to a gentle halt outside her apartment building. Receiving no response from her passenger she prodded once more. "Are you going to be okay tonight?" Alison's question rolled around Leah's head. She nodded in response before opening the door. "I won't ask again, but you know where I am if you need me." Leah's hand moved to the door, pausing for a moment as she began to close it.
"Alison, I know I don't say this often enough but thanks," she said. "Thanks for everything." Leah closed the door of the car and began the suddenly lonely walk to her home. Leaving the apartment in darkness as she moved around it, Leah spent what seemed like eternity in the shower; desperately trying to wash away the events of the last twenty-four hours.
Padding softly to her bedroom Andrew's final words suddenly sprung to mind. Pulling her towel tightly around her body, she began to look through her wardrobe once more. Searching through her clothes, then her shoes, before finally looking at the selection of jackets lined up on the far right side. As she shuffled through them a small white envelope slipped from the pocket of her favourite leather jacket. Kneeling down to pick it up, she could feel that there was something inside.
Tearing the top open Leah found a small metal key inside and what looked like a business card. Lifting the card up to the light filtering in from the window she could see an address scribbled on it along with a series of digits. A moment later she realised the address was that of a bank in the centre of London and the digits were clearly those of a bank account.
A wistful smile drifted across her face as Leah resolved to visit the bank first thing in the morning. With that she discarded her towel and crawled into bed.
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**76 Burrow Street**
**3:31 am**
In an instant, Andrew was sat bolt upright in bed. His heart was racing and his mind awash with colours and images. Feeling the rolling movement of Leah stirring in the bed next to him, Andrew reached over to the bedside table and grabbed a pen and a small notebook.
"...Uhmm, baby, what are you doing?" Leah mumbled as she looked at the alarm clock. "It's after 3 in the morning..." Andrew's voice crackled with electricity.
"I just had *the* strangest dream..." |
Title: Chapter Two: Preparing for the first game. by KazeOokami
Tags: Athlete, Highschool, No-Yiff, Series, Wolf
First things first! My original plot/story line got put on hold! Second of all! Its 5 AM so please dont blame me for grammer and spelling. I decided to make a come back after a while.
Iku Ze!
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Looking at the clock the young wolf realized the time. Getting out of bed with a yawn, he rubbed his eyes and sat at his computer desk. Checking his mail his eyes opened wide: his mailbox was full for the first time in a while. He checked the senders, to his dismay most was from the cheerleading team. Deleting those he checked the mail from his room mate.
"Sup perv?" though highly mad at the comment he continued to read.
"I know you saw me last night, look, don't tell anyone. Oh and you should reconsider talking with Anissa. There's a rumor going around about her real name, though I doubt its true. As for you, you are using a fake name too aren't you? Anyways, about the dragon porn. I accidently clicked the wrong thing, and got routed to a porn site. I'm tired, so I'm gonna sleep, later!"
Not beleiving a word he deleted the email, then reading an email from the coach. It was about their first game. They were going up against the Ashen Kougers. Top team in the state. Coach wanted him to prep the team, figuring that it would be no problem for him. Saving the email he read the last one, it was from Anissa. The subject was asking "Whats wrong with you?" opening it with a groan he read the letter:
"Look, we got off on a bad start, I can be bossy, and what was wrong with you anyways? Going off like that without a goodbye?! Not even a wave! The nerve!! Better be at the Central Water Tower by 10 AM tomorow! Or I'm comming to your room!"
Feeling creeped out by the fact she knew where his room was, and how to get in, he checked what time the message was sent: Yesterday. With his hair standing on end he ran to the shower. Around 30 minutes later he got out, drying off, then checked his watch: 9:50. He rushed to get some clothes on. Picking out a black hoody with a cross on the back, and rose vines down the arms, a black V and his lucky necklace, putting on his boxers he slipped on black pants and his black shoes.
Looking in the mirror his eyes had faded to a blackish grey. He loved that ablity, it made him laugh when he freaked people out. Knowing that he was probably the only one able to change the color of his iris. He put his hoody up and walked to the Central Water Tower.
Checking his watch it was 10. Leaning against the tower and closing his eyes he waited for around 30 seconds. Feeling something on his cheek he opened his eyes half way to see the wolfess kissing it. Jumping back he glared at her, she was still in her cheer leading outfit. "...Im not going to yell. Yet I ask the question... What the hell?" He asked, trying to sound calm.
"What I can't kiss my boyfriend?" she talekd smoothly, leaning back against him.
"Tch, whoever he is you better tell him you kissed my cheek."
Giggling she whispered in his ear: "i kissed your cheek"
Giving an irratated look down at the wolfess "Since when am I your boyfriend?"
Grabbing his hand she didn't answer instead walked with him around campus. Feeling chivalrus and tired he didn't bother to slip away, she gave him a tour around campus. Afterwards she took him to the gym, but not the front of the gym, no she led him to the back. It was a secret spot, only a few knew how to get there. Looking at her hold him against the wall he blushed.
Going in for a kiss he pulled away, just in time figuring her lips were 1 cm away from his. He looked at her, confused yet embarassed that he felt her breath against his muzzle. She pouted and then tried again, only to fail and trip. Catching her he smiled "Not yet. Two factors get in the way of you stealing me." By stealing he meant claiming as a mate.
"What?" she asked curiously.
"One...you were to slow..Two..i gotta go to practice.." he smirked and set her up straight before walking to the front entrance.
"Wait!! First you should know my real name!" hearing this Kites ears perked, the rumors were true. Though he put his paws into the pockets of his hoody. "Not yet, wait till you are a succesful theif." She knew what he meant, she blushed and giggled knowing she had a chance.
A few minutes early to practice Kite had dressed in his uniform and then practiced, the team showed up minutes later and joined him. Helping them with their dribbling and shooting, Rot and Kite had also told them about their first opponents. Hearing this the team practiced harder. Feeling the need to better themselves, Kite had suggested a scrimage match. He and Rot against the rest of the team.
Rot agreed, with the teams set, kite figured there would be enough time for 5 games before practice was out. Letting Rot make all the points the first game, the team had only made 20 points, Rot and Kite had made 50. Second match it was both Rot and Kite. with Kites help it was 0 to 90. The third, fourth, and fifth matches were also like this. Tired the team had sat in the bleachers and they had all talked four the last 10 minutes.
The team had wanted to know about Kite, how he was good, where did he come from, how much time he put into practice. Telling his story he told them that he practiced ever since he was able to walk. But something peaked Kites anger when someone had asked about one of Kites shots. Yelling out "FAIL!" he stormed off to the showers.
Wondering what was up the team had went to the showers. Coach was watching, approving of Kite's method on giving others advice and such. Walking out the coach yelled "GAME IS IN 7 HOURS HURRY UP!" |